<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:54:28.143-08:00</updated><category term='Twilight News'/><category term='First post'/><category term='Writing and Rambelig'/><category term='Twilightish News'/><category term='And Comm Theater'/><category term='I love Edward'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Rob Pattinson'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='Renesme'/><category term='Comm Theater'/><category term='Twiligh Syndrome'/><category term='Twilight Date  REALLY LONG SORRY'/><category term='Crappy writing day for lie'/><category term='Wrecked'/><category term='Names'/><category term='Twilightish'/><category term='Stephenie Meyer'/><category term='Other'/><category term='BUSY'/><category term='HEHEHE'/><category term='date tonight'/><category term='Kind long'/><category term='Emergency'/><category term='BOOKs'/><category term='Twilight news; funny story'/><category term='Lies'/><category term='I am mildly offended now'/><category term='Mean Ass Old Lady'/><category term='Wal-Mart'/><category term='Umm?  Where did Lie go?'/><title type='text'>Lies 2 Tell</title><subtitle type='html'>Music That Rox @ The Bottom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2170856209143727990</id><published>2009-07-04T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:32:40.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>So...  Long time no blog.   Everything is fine here in my land.  E is good... Work is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bad luck, as some people may know.  Bud luck hasn't struck me in two weeks! Knock on wood.  I am so happy, but now I am walking and then I get panic-y and think... Oh shit... I'm gonna fall.  I am going to trip... I am waiting for the bad things to happen now instead of focusing on the good. I promised myself to never wait for bad things... but I can't stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tomorrow is gonna be... cut my leg shaveing, fall down the stairs, trip getting in and out of the car, spill coffee on the files at work (i refuse to fantisize about not havein coffee at work... that is just toooo bad.) get more than 1 papercut, have a cart hit my car, trip walking back inside..  It is gonna be bad when my luck goes bad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)    Well  C U.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2170856209143727990?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2170856209143727990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2170856209143727990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2170856209143727990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-9031719442206389054</id><published>2009-06-22T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:02:30.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. So today I really have the day off.  Completely!  I woke up at 5 to get ready for work... then I realized...  I don't have to work today!  Lol.  E has been awesome today too.  He made me breakfast in bed (After I woke him up at 9 oclock because I was bored.)  Then we went to Wal-mart (After I said it was to f n hot to stay at the house all day)  Then we went to Menards... (Because this building also has air conditioning I agreed) Then we spent some(meaning lots) of time at Book-A-Million... I bought 4 books... I don't remember what they were...  I couldn't find the first book in the Persy Jackson and the Olypian series, so I didn't get those...  We went to see a Movie Hangover... (I loved it E hated it)  Then we had Din-Din at Cheeseburger in Paradice...  I had Chicken strips... Simplicity! Then we got home, and now I am dieing of heat stroke because my step dad won't buck up and call the heating and cooling people, or let me c the damn thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a new series on NBC called The Listener...   It's about a guy named Toby Logan. He can read peoples thoughts, and he uses them to help them.  Just watch it... "Twilight" Keeps jumping out at me when I watch it.  The lead is super hot.  He is very Edward-like.  I Have no idea why it says Twilight to me, maybe I am just over obsessed, and I relate everything to Twilight.  But the way this guy hears thoughts, and if you listen you hear Twilight names like Cullen... Yeah I know, common.  And the Detectives name is Charlie Marks... She is awesome BTW.  I don't know...  It's on Hulu, or the NBC website. You can watch full Episodes there.  It on NBC on Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Anyone watch Harpers Island?  I love it.  Every 1 gets mad b/c I am always right about who dies. I am no longer aloud to speak my theroys about it because "I spoil the show" ...  I can't even say who the Killer is....      That little girl is creepy as hell.  She is so sadistic!  Ung...  And the guy who... wait...  I don't want to die so... I  won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Plain Sight... I always fucking miss it on sundays so I wait an extra week, and watch it online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-9031719442206389054?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/9031719442206389054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/howdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/9031719442206389054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/9031719442206389054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/howdy.html' title='Howdy.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8497545425222580284</id><published>2009-06-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:12:29.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap... Gues what I bought?!?!?!??!?!</title><content type='html'>OKAY!  Yesterday I went to get Fathers Day prestents... Yay me right?  Well I was walking down the 'Card' isle... which is really the book isle.  I LOVE BOOKS.   A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY WAY?!?!???!  I totally saw Finger lickin' Fifteen, the newest by Janet Evanovich.  It isn't supposed to be out untill the 23rd.  I told the staff. they took the books off the shelves and the manager came up to me at check out and handed me the book.  I was like.. OMG.  My brother and Eric laughed at me because I was happy and excited... I hugged like 3 people on my way out of the store. I read the book so fast i think I gave my boy whip lash cuz on minute I am running up the stairs and locking myself in our OVEN-room to read the next I am whippin out dinner then reading it AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys haven't read the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.evanovich.com"&gt;Janet Evanovich &lt;/a&gt;Numbers Series... You should. &lt;br /&gt;There are  14 (15 comes out the 23rd)  books in this series.  PLUS 4 Between the Numbers novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for the Money.  Two for the Dough. Three to get deadly. Four to Score. High Five. Hot Six. Seven Up. Heard Eight. To the Nines. Ten big Ones. Eleven on Top. Twelve Sharpe. Lean Mean Thirteen. Fearless Fourteen. Finger Lickin' Fifteen. &lt;br /&gt;Visions of Sugar Plums. Plum Lovin'. Plum Lucky. Plum Spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read them. Love Them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8497545425222580284?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8497545425222580284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-crap-gues-what-i-bought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8497545425222580284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8497545425222580284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-crap-gues-what-i-bought.html' title='Holy crap... Gues what I bought?!?!?!??!?!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3412987891958200720</id><published>2009-06-17T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:09:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time... No C</title><content type='html'>Howdy, dudes and dudettes.  Recently Life Stuff, has sucked me into it's huge ass vaccume bag and I was stuck with all of the dust and bunnies.  I was trapped! I could do nothing to get out!  I was hostage!!! &lt;br /&gt;Really, I have been working my ass off. I have a full time secretary job. It shitty. I work 38 hours offically. and another 10 or 15 to keep shit up to date.  It took me 2 weeks to get it up dated. NOW I have to put the rest on the damn puter.  He has a Linex system so it isn't THAT hard, just boreing. &lt;br /&gt;Tattoo is fuckin' awesome. Thanks Paul.  I effin' love it!&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...  EEkkk... With the writing I have been doing for Nate's band.  Yeah did I mention that? So, I am writing the lyrics for Nathan's band. He got our guys back together to screw around with the instruments in the gay-raje.... yea sorry.  So anyways.  I write lyrics either to music, or to music I make up in my head. Right? Then I give the guys my thoughts and they Jam.  Yesterday, Nathen asked if I would sing with them at my awesome small town battle of bands.  yeah I know.  I am going to. It will be great! But I don't have time!!! &lt;br /&gt;I might passibly need help pickin' the song we do...  It has to be original.  So, good thing I rock at Verbose-ness?  is that even a word?  Well now it is... and I rock at it!&lt;br /&gt;;)  Yeah boy.  No, umm.  The Fam is great... Except... Sisters baby daddy gave me whatever coughing sore throat can't talk normal sickness he had... Stupid AssClown...  I HATE YOU FUCKER!  Also, while we are speaking of him, I will NOT be cutting him into small peices and selling them on the black market to pay for my hosptial and doctor bills... if any 1 is interested...(Healthy,white,20,male,stupid,nosmoke,nodrink,nodrug...prices debateable. Call Me (210-****)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3412987891958200720?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3412987891958200720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-c.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3412987891958200720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3412987891958200720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-c.html' title='Long time... No C'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7267145367495598321</id><published>2009-06-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:24:19.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy!!!! Ohhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what?   I am going to get a tattoo!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either This pic of Sally from the Nightmare before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SiyRGMI9MzI/AAAAAAAAADs/lEpcKvZlC4s/s1600-h/SallyfromNBC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344806393305969458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SiyRGMI9MzI/AAAAAAAAADs/lEpcKvZlC4s/s320/SallyfromNBC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or this one.  This is my top pick.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SiyRFwuhCXI/AAAAAAAAADk/TWfE_QNxG5U/s1600-h/halloween_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344806385947314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SiyRFwuhCXI/AAAAAAAAADk/TWfE_QNxG5U/s320/halloween_084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want her under my left shoulder blade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I will LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I have to do now is talk E into getting Jack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I may end up just getting a qutot from Wurthering Heights, or "Viva la bella vida"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7267145367495598321?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7267145367495598321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/howdy-ohhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7267145367495598321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7267145367495598321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/06/howdy-ohhhh.html' title='Howdy!!!! Ohhhh.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SiyRGMI9MzI/AAAAAAAAADs/lEpcKvZlC4s/s72-c/SallyfromNBC.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3501053744547103098</id><published>2009-05-31T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:31:04.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god.</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHH! Seriuosly... I am a loser... That fucking rocked! the clip AHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... they showed ded the wolf transformation and it looked fucking great!!! AHHH Jasper broke Edwards Piano... AND Edi's Contact's fuckin' rocked! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! okay this Ben Stiller this is funny. The whole show is kind of... Umm... questionable... I can't stand Zac Effron... Bye Eric is bitching because he feels like a loser watching this show alone...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and earlier, the Jizz song... Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!  The golden suit wareing Popcorn Man scared the ever loveing shit out of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3501053744547103098?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3501053744547103098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3501053744547103098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3501053744547103098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-god.html' title='Oh god.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1830509626246324732</id><published>2009-05-31T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:36:15.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon, New Moon, New new new new NEW MOON!</title><content type='html'>Okay... has anyone ever been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UBER&lt;/span&gt; excited? I am. right now. I think I could give shopping Alice a run for her money in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitment&lt;/span&gt; department... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; see department... shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, So I hope you've at least heard about the New Moon set pics. Yeah their hot. I saw them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. :) Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;... I am also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hopeing&lt;/span&gt; that you heard about the New Moon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sneek&lt;/span&gt; peek during the MTV Movie Awards. :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; scatterbrained right now... I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fajita's&lt;/span&gt; for Din-din. :) They totally rocked. Eric is being REALLY dumb right now. He's like "Calm Down. Your going to hurt yourself." and I can't... Seriously. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shakeing&lt;/span&gt; from all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adrinaline&lt;/span&gt;... It sucks... I can't sit still..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so ever had a panic attack? Ever had one in the MALL? Holy God that shit sucks ass... Some random dude walk up to me and he wrapped his arms around my waist and said some icky shit about his bed in my ear... I elbowed him in the tummy then hit his instep.... Then I kick him inn the balls, and after I talked to the Mall Security, I walked into a toy shop to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;neice&lt;/span&gt; yet another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;giraffe&lt;/span&gt;... THEN E came up to me and gave me a hug, then this couple was fighting and I flipped... Shit hit the fan... The dude was all over this obviously prego lady and I kicked the back of his knee and the chick hurrled herself at me!!! For serious... I remember fighting to not fight back, and when the same security gaurds pulled her off me I just curlled up in the fetal position... It wasn't an all out panic attack, but damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Love Hearts and me.. &gt; LIES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1830509626246324732?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1830509626246324732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1830509626246324732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1830509626246324732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay.html' title='New Moon, New Moon, New new new new NEW MOON!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-412415793276903130</id><published>2009-05-24T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:30:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide Awake?</title><content type='html'>When is the new chapter comming? I am going to DIE if I don't know soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I went to see my neice and Sister yesterday.  :) So frickin cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-412415793276903130?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/412415793276903130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/wide-awake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/412415793276903130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/412415793276903130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/wide-awake.html' title='Wide Awake?'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-5170646362373915220</id><published>2009-05-19T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:07:53.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frick Yeah</title><content type='html'>Okay, so My Mother doesn't want me to see my sister or neice.  She keeps makeing up excusess like "You're to sick"  "I need help"  "Maybe tomorrow" "Clean up first" &lt;br /&gt;To get to my sisters house it is a little less than a 2 mile walk... Not far. I run farther in the mornings, Well not since LAST WEDNESDAY! I am not allowed to go for a frickin' jog!  I mean come on... My Boyfriend sleeps in my fucking room every night, but I can't walk 2 fucking miles and play with a baby?  WTF?   Does she think being with the baby will cause a lapse in my desicion makeing skills and then I would end up with a baby?  Jesus... I don't want a baby... not now at least, I just want to play with the baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Step Dad thinks I am sneaking around with my sisters Boyfriend.  He is waiting for shit to hit the fan.  Well let me say this...  If I do not get to play with Samantha Renee TODAY! Shit will really hit the fucking fan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Yeah The First Offical New Moon poster!!! I don't have it... Sorry.  It is awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-5170646362373915220?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/5170646362373915220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/frick-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5170646362373915220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5170646362373915220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/frick-yeah.html' title='Frick Yeah'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-5105854123967162878</id><published>2009-05-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:59:47.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME!  Cha-yah.  9 oh effing 5</title><content type='html'>ROCK FREAKIN' ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!!  Holy GOD!  One of my sisters had her baby today!!!   Samantha Renee' ...  She is sooooo cute...  It was so awesome, I was in the Room, with her friend and her Boyfriend!  GAH!  Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Eric got delayed and didn't get home til today.  Which sucked, because I was at the Hospital with me sista' and He was at home... Til after the Baby was born, at 9:05 pm...  He got there at about 9:30.  It was great to see him, even if it was only a few days, it freakin' sucked.  Right now, Eric is working on putting in a wooden floor, at midnight!!!!  Holy Fuck, It sucks, I think my Step dad and Uncle have talked to him more than me...&lt;br /&gt;I was going to stay at the hospital, because Eric wasn't gonna get back until tomorrow, and I probably would have slept on one of those lil' fold out couch/bed/sofa things with My sisters Boyfriend, but I decided to come home and go back tomorrow morning with My friend.  Eric is apparently working on the floor tomorrow also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well The sweetness that is My Neice was born at 9:05 PM. She weighed 7 and a half pounds. She has Daddy's Eyes, and nose, and toes, and cheeks, Everything else is her own, cept her face is shaped like Mommys'.   SO FREAKIN' CUTE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah my sisters Boyfriend ralphed all over me.  My pants my shoes.  Yeah, I had to wear aqua smurf clothes.  I WAS AN AQUA SMURF!!!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  Icky too.  He ate KFC, and McDonalds...  It was ICKY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-5105854123967162878?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/5105854123967162878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-cha-yah-9-oh-effing-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5105854123967162878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5105854123967162878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-cha-yah-9-oh-effing-5.html' title='HOME!  Cha-yah.  9 oh effing 5'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6619017357854857941</id><published>2009-05-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:57:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHERS DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Before I leave for the trip to Mikkiey's Grave, Creek is treating me to a modified Holiday.  It is Mother Figure Day.  Since Charrley isn't really my son.  But I am the Mother Figure in his life.  So Charrley and Creek are pampering me today.  I get to go have a meal over at Creeks made by Creek and Charrley. I get to take Char to the park.  I just get to have fun today.  Apparently It is all about Lie.   Charrley and Creek planned the whole day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Movie.&lt;br /&gt;Park.&lt;br /&gt;Gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Photo's.&lt;br /&gt;Play time.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxin' in the overcast outside.&lt;br /&gt;Fun with Charrley.&lt;br /&gt;Cake. and Icecream.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxin in bed Watching In Plain Sight.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Over with Creek and Charrley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so Happy.  LUV U GUYS!  Hope your Mother's Day was fan-fucing-tabulous.!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Modified Mother Figures Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Love Hearts and &gt; me.. LIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----P. S.-----Check out my FF.  PLZ?  Tell me what you think.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1916149/"&gt;I'll Never Let Go&lt;/a&gt;.   What would make it Better? Does it Suck?  Just tell me what you think, here or there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6619017357854857941?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6619017357854857941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6619017357854857941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6619017357854857941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='MOTHERS DAY!!!!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6878145106306690192</id><published>2009-05-09T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:11:43.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness and sleepy</title><content type='html'>Alrighty.  I can't sleep alone. Weird right? I mean, first it wasn't a big deal to cuddle now I can't fucking sleep know Eric is not here. It's been about 30 hours since he left. I was awake for another 24 before that.  54 hours... more than 2 days!!!  I am dead on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I wrote like 40 pages of absolute crap for the damned story I have been writing for freaking EVER!  I also put up a new chapter for the FF I am writting. I don't know why I am writting Fan Fiction.  I just decided I wanted to.  It's Eric's fault. I blame him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I feel icky because Tomorrow I have to go to Ohio. I am going to go to my Best Friends grave for the first time.  It's like a 6 hour drive. I am going alone. I think that is the best way to do it. No need to shove my sorrow on others right?  I am actually really nervous.  See since the day he died Every thursday (We met on a thursday, we would always do something special) I have a single black rose delivered to his grave stone.  He sent me one before he died with a letter, that I will never read.  :' I know that the entire thing is just going to be one huge trigger, which will be SOO MUCH FUCKING FUN, but I have to. I have to see him.    My friend Nate is going to be there for me.  He left a week ago to see his parents.  He and I paid for Mik's funeral, because if Mik's dad did he would never forgive me, or Nathan.  lol. Well let's just say, good fucking thing nate and I can crank out some lyrics and music.  So Nate stayed there and set up all the stuff and picked out what was what, and I picked his grave stone, and the words going on it...  Fucking Nightmare.  &gt;   'Loving Father, Brother, Friend.' then underneith that is a quote from Romeo and Juliet, from Romeo. 'He jests at scars that never felt a wound' It means 'One that laughs at scars, because he has never felt the pain of the wounds that caused them' It seemed fitting because he thought his death would stop the pain... Wrong Motherfucker! and under that are his last words 'For You' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Love Hearts and &gt; me.. LIES   - Sleep Now.  Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6878145106306690192?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6878145106306690192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/sadness-and-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6878145106306690192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6878145106306690192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/sadness-and-sleepy.html' title='Sadness and sleepy'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7096922480624427891</id><published>2009-05-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:08:52.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.... I really don't know why</title><content type='html'>Alright, Eric is leaving for 4 days...  His sister is getting married.  YAY!!!!  CONGRATS BABE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going.  Boo Me.  I am staying home because one of my prego sisters is going to have her baby any time.  ANYTIME!  I am annoyed, but we've had a pact for a few years.  We would be together when either of us had a baby.  ...So I am going to be at a hospital, with my sister breaking my knuckels because I lost a game of Rock Paper Siccsors with Her Boyfriend and I have to hold her hand... I get a cast off, I'll get another one on.   She had a hugely LOW pain tollerance...  How in the hell is she going to give birth?  I mean, she can't even get a papercut without screaming and crying in pain.   ..............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be an Aunt again though,   Baby Samantha Renee' Get you happy ass out of my sisters uterus.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing a Fan Fiction over at Fanfiction.net.  It kindof sucks. I have a Preface and 1 Chapter up.   Mature Audiences Mostly!   &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1916149/"&gt;(CLICK HERE TO SEE IT)&lt;/a&gt;   It is BellaxEdward... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie and Bellie have sad broken pasts, and they help each other.  It get's better I swear.  Bella has a dirty mouth and a dirty mind, and Edward hasn't really talked much since he was put in foster care.  He talks to Bella though, and she peices together the truth about why Edward is the way he is....   Yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7096922480624427891?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7096922480624427891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-dont-know-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7096922480624427891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7096922480624427891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-dont-know-why.html' title='.... I really don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6206601712462577418</id><published>2009-05-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:38:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So freakin' LOST</title><content type='html'>... Alright, so lests say I 'borrowed' JJ Abrams for a few hours. Could he really have me arrested? I just HAVE TO KNOW what happens in LOST!   OMFPEC!!!!!!!!   I AM DIE'N!   Do you think he would tell me what happens?  Maybe I could tie him up?   Eric doesn't approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fringe... Seriously where did scarry bald guy observer take Walter?   I LOVE WALTER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRIMINAL MINDS...   It ROCKED!  and only leaves Cliff Hangers for maybe a Season Break... NOT 5 YEARS!!!   I have a solid theroy on LOST, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, As some of you may know, The new Harry Potter Movie (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince) comes out in 70 DAYS!!!   New Moon Comes out just a few months Later.  Then Eclipse. :)  Then the first half of HP and the Deathly Hallows....  Then the second... And sometime in the first half of next year The Harry Potter theme park will open...  I am going.  I have to go. I will die if I don't.  I NEED IT!  LOL  Harry Potter isn't the same as Twilight, but It's news right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6206601712462577418?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6206601712462577418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-freakin-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6206601712462577418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6206601712462577418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-freakin-lost.html' title='So freakin&apos; LOST'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6550387607534783579</id><published>2009-05-02T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:53:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!!!   S-P-I-D-E-R!  BUG! BBBUUUGGG!</title><content type='html'>lol.  It was just to good to pass up, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, well Saturday, was the last Show we did for Clay Community Theater's A Salute to Broadway!   I think we did really well. I feel like we worked on this FOREVER!!!  Lol.  I made some great new friends there, and can't wait till September, when we start the next show.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cast Party was fun, I got to answer some hard questions about my past, but did so willingly. Even though I think my emotions went into SLEEP MODE...  :) Luv U Ash, it really did help to talk about it. :)   I got home around Midnight.  It is 12 50 now,  ON TO TODAYS DEBATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So umm, the Title for this blog entry is inspired by my lovely boyfriend. We were talking in the van on the way home, and he screamed...  REALLY SCREAMED... like he was in pain. There was a daddy long leg on the OUTSIDE of his window.  I am dateing a whimp, what if there is a terantula between me and him and I am in danger, or hurt?  Would he expect me to just get up kill the spider then re-enter my pain or near death expiriance? I mean a pause button for life would rock, but really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were in my room, and we were silently fighting about what TV show we were going to watch on HULU first.  I wanted to watch Dollhouse.  I didn't get to see last weeks Episode though so my choice was a two hour commitment, and he wanted to watch Numbers.  I do love Numbers, I can't get enough of Bernard... I mean Charly... Lol (Their is a great movie... The Santa Claus) We ended up watching Dollhouse, because we agreed that Elisha Dushku was hotter then Elfie....  (I olny said it to get him to watch Dollhouse, though Miss Dushku is a VERY attractive woman...  Really though Charly is to short for me...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6550387607534783579?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6550387607534783579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah-s-p-i-d-e-r-bug-bbbuuuggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6550387607534783579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6550387607534783579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah-s-p-i-d-e-r-bug-bbbuuuggg.html' title='GAH!!!   S-P-I-D-E-R!  BUG! BBBUUUGGG!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7782540442939907787</id><published>2009-04-30T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:34:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandishing a stick, yes.</title><content type='html'>The fridge broke....&lt;br /&gt;It is dead....&lt;br /&gt;It died....&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even give warning, he just... fucking died...  What an asshat. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rat bastard!   I hate shopping for shit like fridges and stoves, and washers and dryers....  It makes me feel icky.  Then you have to move the heavy peices of crap... &lt;br /&gt;The fridge is an asshat for breaking.  It ruined my coffee creamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three coffee mishaps in less than ten days!!! I hate it!!! I NEED COFFEE!  I need it like I need air.  I need it!   :(   The second mishap was the new coffee machine it has like 3000 buttons, and It burnt my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the word Asshat though...  A lot.  See, every time I walk by the fridge I turn to it an say 'you're such an asshat'  I really do, I can't get over it screwing up my coffee. Or ruining my Strawberry short cake plans...  Speaking of cake, in chapter 49 of WA, Edward made a cake.  Okay, suffice it to say the WA is enough to pull me from calling the fridge bad names that make my mother angry...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric was at the computer downstairs and I was glaring at the fridge getting ready to call it a bad name when I heard...  'Babe, DO NOT piss off the fridge!  He already died and went to fridge heaven, leave him in peice.'  Then after a second he said 'Babe? ... Come read to me?'  Seriously?  Really?  After you interupt my fridge angering?  So, I went to sit by him, and he pulled Wide awake up and I actually jumped up and squeeked...  Like a little girl, and I clapped my hands, for about a minute before I sat down and read him the best two-part chapter EVER!  okay maybenot ever, but it is better than Edward fighting with Bella right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7782540442939907787?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7782540442939907787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/brandishing-stick-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7782540442939907787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7782540442939907787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/brandishing-stick-yes.html' title='Brandishing a stick, yes.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6736054946199818043</id><published>2009-04-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:44:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two posts, one day.</title><content type='html'>Voicing my complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY do some store put their hard liqur (Vodka, Whisky... Ya get it.) next to the cold medicine?&lt;br /&gt;WHY do some cold pills look like red skittles.&lt;br /&gt;WHY is there bubblegum flavored (not sented) bubble bath?&lt;br /&gt;WHY are some people such in sufferable Know-It-Alls?&lt;br /&gt;WHY would one buy 8 hot dog buns, and 6 hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;WHY do people run in the rain? (Don't give me the 'I don't get as wet."  Yah ya do. You run into the water instead of letting it comt to you.&lt;br /&gt;WHY does hairspray cost so much money? I mean it is 'Kill the ozone layer' in a can.&lt;br /&gt;WHY are the condoms either with the cold medicine, or next to food?  I mean really. "Hmm, I want some white rice, and and a box of Trojans, and a box of brown rice."   For real?&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I let people give me gifts? I always get the worst gag gifts. ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;WHY are feather Boa's so expencivly ichy?&lt;br /&gt;WHY are the directions for bakeing PIE on the bottom of the box Along with 'Do not turn this side up'?&lt;br /&gt;WHY do ALL men suck?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT is the point of life? If we all go to heaven in the end why make us live on earth?  And if someone calls and tells me 'Because God is giving us a chance People have been quoted over and over that it is better to have the chance to fail than not at all'  I will reply 'Why though? if he loves us all equally do we have to prove ourselves worthy? if we were worthy before out life spent on earth why would that change?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt; Read on babe's read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart love peace and &gt; LIES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6736054946199818043?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6736054946199818043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-posts-one-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6736054946199818043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6736054946199818043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-posts-one-day.html' title='Two posts, one day.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7896266309896846817</id><published>2009-04-28T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:35:51.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U rn't mad, why am I guilty?</title><content type='html'>Okay guys guess what?!?!?!?!?! I got my cast off today!!!  Well of my arm anyway. I still have to ware the walking cast for at least 15 hours a day.   I don't have any bruises I didn't give myself, AND I am so hyped on caffine right now is crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my sister who will be haveing my neice any day now, decided that Me, her, Eric, and her Boyfriend needed to hang out and talk. SOO  E and I went over to his mom's place, and we sat on the couch and talked for an hour before my SISTER wanted to play Truth or fuck dare....  &lt;em&gt;-I hate this game. I HATE IT!  Who ever invented the game, cower in a corner somewhere because me and you will be talking about you retracting your offending game. -&lt;/em&gt; ANY WAY, I believe I have said before that I always pick dare, and follow through with said dare?  Unless someone forces me to do TRUTH.  &lt;em&gt;Being the BOSS liar I am I can bull shit my way through most truths, but NO!&lt;/em&gt; My sister decided LIE will go first, she picks dare.   Yeah.  What can I say. predictable.&lt;br /&gt;my sister DARED ME TO MAKE OUT WITH HER BOYFRIEND! &lt;br /&gt;I always follow through with my dare, but seriously?  Yes her BF and I get along... ish.  We giggle, and mess around, but I don't like him like that.  So, this dare has to be approved by ALL parties involved and effected, because If either Eric or my Sis weren't fine with it it wouldn't happen. If her boyfriend was not okay with MY dare I would get a new dare.  Well GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!  Every one was fine with me makein' out with him.  &lt;em&gt;Eric LAUGHED at me.  He was officially on my shit list the whole game.&lt;/em&gt;  ANY WAY. So, I moved to sit by Her BF on the floor, and I was mentally freaking out, but appeared cool calm and collected, except the death glares I gave away freely.  :)  Then I said  "Sis, is there a minimum of time I gotta spent touching his lips?"  BAD idea.  "Why, now that you mention it, ther are some other rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. I had to sit in his lap.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had to kiss him first.&lt;br /&gt;3. A real make out kiss, not a pansy peck. (IE more than 2 minutes,)&lt;br /&gt;4. if anyone, besides me, decides it went to far, or can't deal with it, They voice their opinion and we stop kissing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice?  Well I wanted, No inapprioate touching, No weirdness afterwards, No repeats, And a crap load more but NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I MADE OUT with my sisters baby's daddy.  ICK ICK ICK!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top all that shit off, I felt bad because E had to stop the kiss, after about a minute and a half.  He was angry and shakeing....  I FELT GUILTY!  really really guilty, and I still do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7896266309896846817?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7896266309896846817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/yup-yup-yup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7896266309896846817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7896266309896846817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/yup-yup-yup.html' title='U rn&apos;t mad, why am I guilty?'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6810150471747445085</id><published>2009-04-26T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:38:08.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the Shower. Funny Akward</title><content type='html'>SOOOO, yeah, I went to my brothers house last night to talk about my book and hang out.  I had a nightmare, and apparently it isn't condusive for a baby's sleep if somebody in the house is screaming in their sleep.... Who knew?  Lol...  Well I dremt that I was stuck watching my best friend end his life.....  Shitty dream.... ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 9 on Saturday.  I gave Eric a hug and he lifted me up and carried me up atairs and kissed me... He had icky breath.  I told him that he needed to bruch his teeth and take a shower.  He said no.   So I took him into the bathroom and 'convinced' him to get naked while I turned the shower on.  I pushed him in the shower while it was still cold...  he screamed and pulled a fully clothed me in with him...  While we giggled and shreiked, apparently my Step dad woke up and came to investigate.   The bathroom doesn't lock, so I was in trouble...  He burst in the door and yanked open the curtain to see me in my purple bra, and black jeans, and Eric star naked covering his 'manhood' with my white tanktop.  I thought murder was going to be commited, I mean really, so easily this could have been mistaken for something more than it was.  It was just me tryig to make my Boyfriend Stink less.  My shirt came off because he said if he has to endure shrinkage because of the cold water I have to have harp nipp... well anyway back on track.   My step dad was frozen staring down at the two of us laying on the floor in the shower (It isn't a tub shower, it is just a shower with a curtain) side by side, partially and completely naked.  I was looking up at his face in horror wondering if it would make it worse if I moved away from the cold water still running over me. So then when my Step-Dad opened his mouth, my 16 year old brother walked into the bathroom and locked eyes with his Dad and they both started to crack up laughing.  I sat there dumbfounded.  Seriously?  He was laughing...  Now I am going to quote him.... I swear on the fact that Eric is still alive.  "I'm sorry, I'll just leave you guys to do what ever it is you were doing, but,.... Umm.  Could you, keep it down? If your mother hears she'll have us dig our own graves. Sorry, really."    FOR SERIOUS?  did he just say 'Okay have sex with my daughter in the shower? it's okay but please keep it down?'   On his way back out the door he flipped a condom into my lap, and laughed saying ''Here, be careful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!!   So, I turned the water to warm and Eric was still sitting on the floor, not moveing.  I kneeled down and he was like "Did all that just happen? Was I naked on the floor of a shower with you and your dad came in?"     "Yup. Babe, now PLEASE for the sake of my nose, and cuddleing take a shower!"    by this time my jeans were soaked and freezing, and my shirt was still in E's hand.  Then he was like  "I believe we were in the middle of something before you Dad rudly interupted us..."   I rolled my eyes and peeled my jeans off, then wrung my hair out and flipped it....  I laughed at E standing in the stream of water watching. Still holding my shirt. I tossed my pants to him, and walked into my bedroom to change, leaveing him all alone in the shower!  HA HA HA!  Freaking HA!   I decided to keep teasing him because it was funny and I picked out a sheer top, and matching boy shorts/unerwear things.  It covered me up, but now enought to go aywhere but my bedroom.  I sat on top the covers and waited for him to come out of the bathroom so we could go to sleep.  He walked out of the bathroom, and to the closet with just a towel on, which he did on purpose. Then came to bed wareing some silky boxers, with the words 'Cock Tease' on the ass.    They WERE mine, I got them from my sister as a joke, I got her a huge pink dildo. But to see E in the boxers was so funny. and now He is reading and I am blogging and this stupid top when I lay on my tummy almost lets my boobs fall out.  I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) SOOO, anyway now that my friends and Family know that I am a 'cock tease' I think I should go.   That is all he has called me for the last few hours... It is my new name. All I gotta say is he pops a boner in my boxers he is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird how something you feared most turned into something so funny I have stitches in my sides thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6810150471747445085?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6810150471747445085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/caught-in-shower-funny-akward.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6810150471747445085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6810150471747445085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/caught-in-shower-funny-akward.html' title='Caught in the Shower. Funny Akward'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7988753246797811912</id><published>2009-04-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:37:59.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)  Yup thats because I rock! (T- Language)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ericsblogbcuzliesaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wanna know how I first met Eric?  Check it out on his blog.  Which is mostly about me or Him and I.  LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do I really really ROCK! I am The Master of Disaster. Why, one may ask? Well I would like to know who your asking because I would like to ask him a question myself. WHY THE FUCK ME? Every one has a 'why the fuck me' moment. I had mine today. And "Every other freaking day of my life." -Yup I quoted shaggy right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my day started with a run, where nothing went wrong! I was so happy, I mean I was beyond happy, I didn't trip or anything! I got home and all of my brothers and sisters actually listened and we had EXTRA time in the morning before school!!! Holy SHIT! My day started out SOOO good. Everyone was on the bus and off to school on time! So at 8:00 I watched 'Crossing Jordan' while I cleaned up in the kitchen. Yeah I did! Eric came down right at the end, and I gave him eggs and sausage and bacon, I even made his toast for him.&lt;br /&gt;THAT is when the Coffee machine ate fuck dust. It bit it, right in the middle of my pot of expensive coffee I got from my aunt. THEN I dropped the damned coffee pot while I poured my cup anyway. I have a coffee cup I use everyday. It says 'I do not have any addiction' on the side then on the bottom it says 'Now please give me my caffine back before I kill you' ... I LOVED IT! and I dropped it, on my foot. while it was full of HOT fucking coffee (sorry mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 9:30 on my day has been HELL! I had to go to the ER for the cut I got on my forearm from the stupid coffee pot. The ER doc was like, 'Hello, my name.... Oh, Lie, it's you... I'll go get what I need to stitch you up." Seriously? Dude, I mean they don't even have to ask me questions anymore! My life sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric laughed when I complained it was sunny while we bought a new coffee machine, then he laughed because I was complaining about how crappy caffine withdrawl is so I went through the McDonalds drive thru and guess what? They didn't have coffee at the moment they would be happy to give me a large pop and a cupon for the next time I went through a MD's I could have a free coffee. Seriously? I didn't want pop, I wanted coffee, and it would be 20 minutes before they had coffee. It sucked, I got a coke and my cupon and pouted as I drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric was laughing at me, and my mom yelled at me for leaving the broken coffee machine plugged in. Seriously? I mean I cleaned up the rest of the kitchen AND left her a made plate of breakfast and the first thing she does is bitch at me when I have had NO coffee, and broke my favorite mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of my day on my computer, writing my story, which Eric is begging to read. I only let him read what I am positive about. I have my Step brother Proof stuff for me, and he helps me when I am stuck. Eric bitched because I left him with a huge cliffhanger. 0;) yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if one of the main characters that you LOVED died to save someone? Really in a fantacy story how would you feel? If a character you loved died? Would you kill the author?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, anyone who can tell me what the fuck is going with LOST, I would appriciate it. I LOVE the show, and I watched this whole season, which cleared some stuff up, but I am confused, and tired of watching OJ commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7988753246797811912?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7988753246797811912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/yup-thats-because-i-rock-t-language.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7988753246797811912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7988753246797811912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/yup-thats-because-i-rock-t-language.html' title=':)  Yup thats because I rock! (T- Language)'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-5264867750637984740</id><published>2009-04-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:30:47.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty,  I am a model daughter.  I get up in the morning, clean the kitchen, make breakfast, get my bro's and sis's ready for school, allow others to sleep in, clean some more, go for a run, clean again, make lunch, clean, then I stay out of the way until I get the rugrats off the bus, then since I have usually done my share of the day's cleaning I retreat to my room and read or talk to Eric.  Nice of me right?    The kitchen in my house is always spotless (unless I don't cook) the living room is always in perfect order.   And seriously I say one thing along the line of a curse word in front of my mother then suddenly, EVERYTHING is a pig st-i(How the fuck do you spell that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cussing because my toe collided with a very unforgiving coffee table.  The rat bastard table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANTING OVER, well about my grounding that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC!  holy mary mother of fuck, I don't even want to write in the blog what you did because my FAMILY reads my blog.  I cannot believe you were so cocky at the damn table. I am sorry for hitting you, I am not sorry for make you sit throught the dinner with a woody.   Love you babe, your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIDE AWAKE CHAPTER 48!   In all honesty, I didn't like that it wasn't the reunion I was hopeing for.  I wanted hugging and sorry's and crying, and acceptance.  I got all the bad and only a little of the good.  ;'''(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-5264867750637984740?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/5264867750637984740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5264867750637984740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5264867750637984740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-everything.html' title='I hate EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8403035139505769086</id><published>2009-04-16T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:31:54.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psssh, what do you mean? No, I did not!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I went to a party at my friends house. There were only about 10 people there.  We danced and drank, we talked and all that jazz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was announced we play truth or dare.  Of course with 4 guys and 6 girls, this game was less than fair, but still fun.  Of course I never back out of a dare, I always pick dare, because Truth is never a safe option when you are playing with more than one of your ex's, and girls who know stuff that could REALLY suck if everyone knew. I got dared to kiss my friend, not a big deal.  There was also some VERY lude jokes made.  I think my favorite was my friend Kris sitting on E's lap and E's face turned purple trying REALLY hard not to get.... hard.   Some of the other dares were normal, some were rediculace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up ar 6:30, laying with E on my left and Creek on my right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HANGOVERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8403035139505769086?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8403035139505769086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/psssh-what-do-you-mean-no-i-did-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8403035139505769086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8403035139505769086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/psssh-what-do-you-mean-no-i-did-not.html' title='Psssh, what do you mean? No, I did not!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-5059520922186546530</id><published>2009-04-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:48:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, because I am a penical of innocence.</title><content type='html'>PLEASE READ MY STORY AT THE END! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so lately I have been doing a whole shit load of reading, and writing.  I now own EVERY James Patterson book.  I also read every book Janet Evanovich ever thought about writing. Iris Johanson, and ummm, shit what's the lady's name who wrote all the books with the alaphabet leters?  Oh well.  Also, daily I read one of the stories by the brothers grimm, to my siblings, and one of Edgar Allen Poe's shorter storys to Little Charrley.  :)  I also re-read Wurthering Heights, and Jane Eyre yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote more for a story I have been developing for freakin' EVER!  GAH!  I wrote a few short little song-things too.  HA!  :) There is a TINY bit of the story at the end.  Forgive the run-on's and obvious errors. I write, re write, Edit, then print.  Well I just wrote this then pasted it so, please no pitchforks and burning logs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided for my new tattoo, which I will be getting VERY soon.  (Sorry Mom, but I do like to whole tattoo process. It rocks.)   Well anyway, It is a quote from Wurthering Heights. Heathcliff says it to Cathrine's ghost.  It's pretty well known ish.  "take any form drive me mad, but do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you! Oh God, It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul."   Yup.  That's what I am getting!  In Carmille Demo font at I think wither 24 or 36.     Oh yeah.   I am really excited, now I just need enough money to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some rockin' songs that I can't stop listening to:  Fireflight-Wrapped in you arms, It's you, Unbreakable, Hungry.  Iron and Wite-Flightless Bird.  Jamie O'neal, Like a Woman, Somebody's Hero.  And TONS of Hard rock, that I will NEVER get over, no matter how many times I am told it is just a phase.  :)   Plus, LOTS of stuff by my buddy.  He writes a shit load of music.  I usually supply that music with lyrics. We briefly had a band, we still hang out when we can, but we relized that even though I can sing and play drums and he can play the guitar and piano that we needed REAL lives because there is no way that our band would have gone ANYWHERE.  We were choosy, persnickity about music, and he hates being onstage.  We were doomed from the begining. We did do some smaller gig's though- A story for another time since this post is huge anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Harmarien's Story-----  (He is not the main character, this was just to good of a moment to pass on writing.  Hope you love it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation Key. &lt;br /&gt;                 Harmarien= Harm - Air - Ean&lt;br /&gt;                 Medieleah=  Med-E-Lee-Uh&lt;br /&gt;                 Gennyphier= Jennifer (Luvs ya!)&lt;br /&gt;                 Blue Demon- Peaceful beings&lt;br /&gt;                 Fire Angel- Usually hateful things who love violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmarion had many travels and adventures before he came to this village. He came there for death, and ended up with new life.Hamarion was one of the royal decendants of the Fire King whose name was long forgotten, and he was the last of this bloodline. He planned to die the day he met the beautiful woman on his walk down the winding road that lead to the royal cemitary. He was going to keep walking foreward to his impending death, when she tripped over a small tree root and dropped her basket of vegitables and fruit. He was not used to being kind, he had never needed social skills on the battel feild, but he felt compelled to help the woman recover the scattered belonings. He knelt down, a few feet from her and started gently placing the long carrots and small apples back into the hand woven basket.Judging by the state of the ladys clothing she was nothing more than a commoner. He held nothing aginst the Common people, but he had never really been that involved in their affairs, that was always his now dead brother. Her dress was faded lavender, with some kind of wornout design laid into the stitching. The fabric couldn't have been protecting her from the pelting sand or the baking sun. Her shoes were barely more than a single layer of animal skin, surely they couldn't protect her small delicate feet from the hard and stoney path. Her hand grasped the basket when all of the baubles had been replaced, they were so small, her hands. Surely she couldn't carry that heavy basket back to the village, it was nearly 10 miles from this place. She did, to his astonishment, lift the basket easily and braced it aginst her waist. She looked up at his face for the first time, with her mouth slightly open, as if to speak, but no words moved from her lips. Her face was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his many years. Here eyes were nearly the only give away of her race. She must have put a lot of effort into conceling. They were dark, almost as dark as night, but they were not black. No, they were midnight blue. Beautiful Blue. Her face was very balanced, and evenly proportioned. Her lips were full and the top was a bit smaller than the bottom. Her brows, that had been pressed together gathering her things, now were smooth and perfect. Her hair was long and golden brown. She seemed almost angelic. She only stared at the tall man with dark hair in front of her. She slowly regained control of her self and closed her mouth with a very quiet snap."Begging your pardon sir, I didn't mean to..." Her voice was shakey and scared. What had he done to frighten her? Why did she need his pardon?"Ma'am, I'm afraid it is I who should be sorry. You need not appologize for an accident. You merely tripped, and I helped you collect your things again." He told her, his voice was calming and pleasent. This was strange to him, he had never felt so at ease with anyone before. He had no wish to find a fight, or even continue on his path to his death. He just wanted to keep talking to this girl, this common girl, who wasn't even his own race. She was still, and silent for a long moment, and he wondered why she seemed confused, and then relized the answer. It was so obvious. He was a Fire Angel. Normally one would have burnt the food and the basket as well just to cause a ruckes. He was about to talk when she finally spoke again."Thank you sir, your help was much appriciateed." She had turned to continue on the path the way she had been headed before she had stumbled. She seemed to be in a hurry, either to get away from him, or to hurry home he wasn't sure. He didn't know if he should stop her or just go on his own way and forget her. No, he would not forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-5059520922186546530?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/5059520922186546530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-because-i-am-penical-of-innocence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5059520922186546530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5059520922186546530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-because-i-am-penical-of-innocence.html' title='Yeah, because I am a penical of innocence.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-4751253951450914695</id><published>2009-04-10T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:10:53.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>Okay Eric is moving in tomorrow.  Well okay so he already lives here, but he offically MOVES IN here tomorrow.  I am actually really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON TO WIDE AWAKE!  Okay, so apparently chapter 48 is about half way done.  I am UBER HAPPY about that. Also, I am uber sleepy.  And, uber un-hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom's stupid Dog named Mauser got out. He enjoys running around and won't get back inside.  My brother and Eric ran after him for an hour.  I wasn't allowed to because I am all broken, and I always get hurt.  So after an hour of watching the guys chase the dog I grabbed some bologna (Thank god for that stupid commercial 'cuz oscar meter has a way with b-o-l-o-g-n-a.') and walked outside and called for the dog 2 -count them 2- times before he came running through E's legs straight at me.  Mauser is 60 lbs of muscal.  Add that to the fact he was running at around maybe 25 mph it would have hurt if he hit me.  So I did what any normal girl who has a huge ass dog barreling at her, I hit the fucking deck and hoped that he wouldn't step on me.  I hit the cement hard and Mauser slobbered all over my hair when he ate the bologna from my hand. -just so you know when you have a shit load of bologna in your hand and you make a fist it molds to your hand and feels gross, I suggest NOT trying it.- Eric grabbed his collar and helped me up.  He laughed at my hair, and said it looked like some really BIG guy decided it was the best place to aim his, umm  well you get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very NICE day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-4751253951450914695?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/4751253951450914695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/4751253951450914695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/4751253951450914695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-814520225268670450</id><published>2009-04-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:07:32.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Minds</title><content type='html'>Last night Jackson Rathbone was in Criminal Minds.  He makes a really hot lady.  Kinda still manly, but a lady too.  Anyway, when he found the clothes in the dresser, then turned around, he had this very Jasper-y/Edward Scissor Hands look on his face.  He played his character(s) so well, he did amazing!  I love the way this episode was put together, it was so well thought out, and well played.  I loved the quick Reid flashback to when he was reidnapped. I loved (in a way) that he feels almost responsible for Amanda locking Adam away.  I liked the little bits of Reid going to the prison where Amanda/Adam were.   Did I mention I liked Rathbones Wig yet?  When he was the amanda side of his character he looked like someone, but I can't figure it out yet.   Wow, Entire post on Jackson, I was super excited that he was on this week I have been waiting for this episode FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also the day that LOST was on.  I can't watch LOST on TV because this stupid little town doesn't fucking get ABC.  Therefore I watch LOST online.  I didn't watch the last Episode yeat so I have a two hour LOST catch up scheduled for 12:oo today, right after my awkward time with Eric downstairs.  Yay me.  We apologized last night, and we talked about shit.  Yay me... The only thing left is to show me mommy that we can be civil after a fight because until our face to face apology at 12 last night the entire house was on edge.  Then after it every body started to breathe again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-814520225268670450?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/814520225268670450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/criminal-minds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/814520225268670450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/814520225268670450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/criminal-minds.html' title='Criminal Minds'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-837012658177706140</id><published>2009-04-08T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:49:42.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Stinks,</title><content type='html'>... I think the title for this post is probably the best ever. It sums up how I feel about fighting, in general. I hate it. I hate hate hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into it with Eric. We always have a stupid constant banter going on, but this was a shit load more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it started over then what it turned into: Creek is what it started over. Typical Right? Fighting with your Boyfriend about one of your guy friends? NO! It turned into a full on arms waveing cursing shouting fight, about what else? Unicorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I were doing the dishes. I wash he dries, and puts away. That's just how it always works. He made a few jokes, and we talked about some serious stuff, like my Ribs healing, and then we joked around some more. My entire family was sitting in the living room. My phone rang, Eric answered it. Normal stuff. I asked who it was, It was Creek. Big Duh. When Eric hung up the phone he was fine, then 3 minutes later I made a joke about a very drunk Nun, and a priest and a herione addict. He was deeply not amused. I think Creek may have filled him in more than my notebooks did about some stupid shit I did when I lived at my Dad's. He asked some hard questions that I was not ready for. He asked about Charrleys Mom. He asked things about Mikkiey that I am not ready to face. He asked why Creek thought I needed to be watched when I took my Meds. Then I told him I wasn't ready to answer his questions, he started to yell, He said "AND, Why won't you fuc...." He paused to change the sentence around, and while he did that the entire house seemed to suck in a breath. He asked, still half yelling "Why in the hell is it so important for the fucking UNICORNS to wait to be free?" In any other situation this would have made me laugh. Not here. It pissed me off. He was jealous of the mistakes that I made. But I didn't say that, I had to keep up with his absurd question. "I think that the damn barn is better than the feilds for the unicorns because the barn pretects them from the WEATHER, dammit!" The living room was full of blue faced people as they stopped their laughter when I turned my 'shut the fuck up face' on them. Then I continued to yell at Eric. After about 5 minutes of the fight he walked through the kitchen and slammed the basement door. I walked up stairs and I have been sulking around, wanting to appologize, and defend my stance. I don't want to make any mistakes with him. I don't think that Creek ment to do anything but, he did ask Eric if my medication intake was monitered. Blah Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel shitty. Not only did I fail to explain my past run-ins with some not very healthy choices, but I didn't make it clear why The Unicorns should stay in the barn, at least a little longer. If you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ERIC:  I am sorry, I know you are on the computer downstairs, I know you are going to read this before you come up to see me.  Take all the time you need okay?  If you want to stay down there for tonight that is okay, I understand.  If you want to talk, you know where I am.  I am really sorry. I love you. I didn't mean it, Okay? I didn't mean it when I said you were like him, I was just mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-837012658177706140?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/837012658177706140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/fighting-stinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/837012658177706140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/837012658177706140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/fighting-stinks.html' title='Fighting Stinks,'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1737014526689330823</id><published>2009-04-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:34:52.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casts, Randomness, Twilight</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am doing 'A Salute to Broadway' with the Communtiy Theater.  I still have on my casts.  I am not going to go into detail about how much fun it is to learn the damn dance moves with the casts on, but I will say it is not all bad.  Yeah, I stumble, and the stupid walking cast is really not up to walking sideways, or a low kick line, let alone jumping up and down a foot high step.  BUT I am having fun with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was watching Twilight again, and I started to get annoyed by Bella's cast.  Why? Because didn't James break a bone in her UPPER leg in the movie? She didn't hurt her ankel did she? She wares a walking cast in the book to the prom though doesn't she... Umm, well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say, that I am no longer SICK!  WOOT!  I am also not so patiently waiting for more Wide Awake.  I also have to confess that I read a LOT and I mean A LOT of Twilight Fan Fiction in the past few days. It is really sad!  I NEVER EVER read Fan Fiction. I never got into it, didn't feel like I needed it. BUT NOW, Holy Fuck I can't stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric says I am going overboard with all this Twilight stuff.  To which I replied that I was not, It wasn't my fault and that Twilight Syndrome made me do it.  He just gaped at me and then waved his hand to prove the point.  Saying that siteing a fictional disease as a reason to obbsess over somthing was proof I was over doing it.  AND as if to make his point more clear I was trying to decide weither I should ware a TEAM JACOB shirt or a TEAM EDWARD shirt.  I wasn't ever Team Anything, I was always 'It will work out fine, everyone will be happy.  I bet nobody will even die in the end.'  And lucky me I was right, I did have some doubts through the books, but I know that as a writer you want what's best for your characters in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW:  I Re-Read the Host.  I can't get over how awesome it is.  Stephenie can really switch worlds. From teen vampire romance to adult alien invasion. She really is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1737014526689330823?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1737014526689330823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/casts-randomness-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1737014526689330823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1737014526689330823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/casts-randomness-twilight.html' title='Casts, Randomness, Twilight'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6286364031521871267</id><published>2009-04-06T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:32:20.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Sick.  I hate colds</title><content type='html'>Alright-y.   I have a problem, I have expended every effing book in my house, and short of the phone book, I have nothing else to read.  I am going stir crazy!  Seriously, a low tempature is no reasonn for my family to conspire against me. No reason to be on serious bed lock down.  I couldn't even go to Comm. Theater last night!!!   Stupid, stupid.  GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Wikipedia for a while.  I would hit the random button, or search for something to read about.  Seriously, I can't think of any other things to read!   I wrote a lot for my stupid story, and then I wrote a very angry note to Eric, in fucking Binary Code!!!  Seriously, I don't even know why- it isn't like he can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am not allowed out of bed, except for the fucking bathroom, which is only ten feet from my damned bad.   I am not allowed to turn the heat off or down. I have to have like a million blankets.  My doggy isn't allowed in my room with me.  AND the one and only rule I made was that Eric has to keep his distance along with anyone else, because I didn't want to get Eric sick.   It makes me happy, and pissy at the same time.  I hate low tempatures, I mean I FEEL fine. I am not cold, actually with all the blankets and the heat on I tend to sneak over to the bed by the window.  Away from the heat.   GRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Monday.  Stupid Rules.  Stupid self, I can't even kiss my BF without him being all 'I told you so' or 'Aginst your rules, na na nah'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6286364031521871267?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6286364031521871267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-sick-i-hate-colds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6286364031521871267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6286364031521871267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-sick-i-hate-colds.html' title='Stupid Sick.  I hate colds'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-5294959978955349532</id><published>2009-04-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:54:07.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings</title><content type='html'>Morning. I like this morning.  I got to sleep in until 8. I was comfortable cuddling with Eric in the living room. I didn't mind waking up to the couch, which I had to sleep on to watch over my sisters. I am watching Eric make Pancakes, Yummy Pancakes, Which I will then have a banana and peanut butter with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I squished onto the couch last night, which was really funny.  It was funny because our couch is little bity, and I am 5'9'' and he is 6'1'' and neither of us fit on the couch alone. Plus we had my mom's 3 German Shorthaired Pointers (Mauser, Livey, and Gretchen) and my half Lab (Bam.) sleeping with us in the already not there space. So I slept on his chest.  At around 4:30 my mom's Idiot dogs jumped up and knocked me hard in the ribs, and the thighs.  I fell off the couch, and hit my cast on the coffee tabel.  It was halarious.  Eric freaked and he thought I hurt myself, but I am fine.  Aside from the dog kick to the ribs, it was nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-5294959978955349532?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/5294959978955349532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/mornings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5294959978955349532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5294959978955349532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7250415887315723252</id><published>2009-04-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:50:52.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' It, and TWILIGHT PONDERINGS</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am at home with two of my little sisters and my brother.  Oh Freakin' Yay.  Right now Eric is sitting on the couch watching my sisters play Karaoke Revolutions for the Game Cube. He seems like he is enjoying watching their fun.  It is rather cute. I have the laptop, obviously.  I also am sneak re-reading Wide Awake.  Which after this post will be found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I totally caved big time into Twilight Syndrome.  I bought Team Jacob AND a Team Edward shirts. :(  I am totally impulsive. :( Stipid Twilight addicted disease thing.  Grr.  See I was never Team Edward or Team Jacob, I was always Team Stay the Fuck the way it is.  I always knew Edward would be with Bella, and I was always sad for Jake, but I was never 'Jacob sucks'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have a question concerning Imprinting.  Okay first some facts: Sam Uley was with Leah Clearwater yes?  Then he imprinted on her cousin Emily, yes?  Jacob loved Bella, duh, then he imprinted on Bella's daughter, yes?  So, are the wolves pulled toward people who are related to who they will imprint on?  Did Sam fall in love with Leah because she was a blood relivitve of Emily?  Does it matter that at least two of the wolves loved people who were related to who they imprinted on?  Is it relivent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7250415887315723252?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7250415887315723252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/rockin-it-and-twilight-ponderings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7250415887315723252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7250415887315723252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/rockin-it-and-twilight-ponderings.html' title='Rockin&apos; It, and TWILIGHT PONDERINGS'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-712170991380167747</id><published>2009-04-02T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:50:24.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!  Wide Awake Update.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was trying REALLY hard NOT to check on Wide Awake every ten minutes.  I was doing really bad until I had to take my sisters glasses to school.  Eric stayed home, and I guess he was bored, and when I walked back in my room he was fucking reading ahead of me!  He sucks!  GRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really he doesn't suck, but if I had just given in and checked the site before I left I could have taken my laptop with me. Well actually that might be a bad Idea, ya know driving and listening to him read to me at the same time.  It could have turned into a van pretzel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read it yet and if I could I would jump up and down and praise the ground that Angstgoddess003 walks on.  Well maybe not praise, but I could bake some cake, or cookies. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid reading ahead, he is lookin at me and smirkin' and laughing, and then he says some cryptic crap. GAH! I gotta go read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-712170991380167747?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/712170991380167747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/gah-wide-awake-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/712170991380167747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/712170991380167747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/gah-wide-awake-update.html' title='Gah!  Wide Awake Update.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8360680806780896915</id><published>2009-04-01T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:56:18.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cast... E's Daddy. (I don't describe it, don't FREAK)</title><content type='html'>Please note: If you read this post Nate, or anyone else, Please DO NOT get fucking pisses.  I am fine with comments, but PLEASE, please don't ask. There are some F's at the end.  Okay there are a lot of F's at the end, but I can't get up and jump up and down and say them cuz it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Morning, on the first day of April, I woke up alone.  No big deal, I got up to my alarm. (It's so hard to not type and say the F word ALL the time)  Anyway, It was Still dark, I looked around. Alone, completely. I was worried about E but then just thought he is probably just in the bathroom, or playing a prank on me.  Then I got a creepy feeling, and I took a deffencive pose.  That's just me, tensed for a fight at any weird feeling or sound.   So, I realized that  it wasn't MY alarm, I remembered That Eric and I went to his house yesterday, to get away from my family. Then the alarm shut it's self off.  I couldn't see anything but the readout, that said it was to early for me to be awake again. (2:30)  I took a step back and said that this crap wasn't funny, not a fun prank.  And then I heard the bathroom door in the hall ratteling and E kindof half yelled my name. Then he said the only thing that would freak me out.  "He came back."  He meant his dad he came home early.  I put on my calm face and came out of E's room and unlocked the bathroom door, which he was beating and kick and screaming at more and more feebely.   Then there was a little crying and sobbing and apologizing, which I won't explain because it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove to my friend Creek's house, so that I could change, and clean up.  At 4 in the morning, because I put off going in and having to face Creek for as long as fing possible.  He freaked.  I mean he really fucking freaked. Not just over me, but Eric, and then because we were dumb enough to actually go to Eric's house, while his mom was not there.  Then he yelled at me because I was going to go look in Charrley's room to check on him.  Char is Creek's little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a few more hours sleep, then at 8 Charrley woke up and we all put on our cheezy happy faces.  Char is 3 years old, he can see right through the fakeness, and I was wareing one of Creeks T-Shirts which didn't cover the bruises on my right fucking arm.  Char almost cried and he crawled into my lap and hugged me.  Then we all kind of decided to let the fake go and ware the matching masks of horror and worry and anger.  Except Char, he just looked so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 10 Eric had showed Creek "Wide Awake" he laughed, and turned to me and sadi really seriously... "You like all that romance smutty stuff?  Really? That's it, thats all I wanna know."  Then they got Charrley to call me My Girl- he always called me My Lie, or Mine.  How equally cute and Annoying at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12, I kind of got dragged back to my place, by Eric. He wanted to ware clothes that were his.  Yup so after today, pretty much he is never leaving to go home, EVER!  I hate seeing that crap, I hate it when he is all sad and broken. I hate his dad, I HATE my Fucking casted hand, and my fucking walking cast for my fucking foot, be I can't fucking run or dodge with the fucker on. I HATE IT. Every peice of it.  Okay, whoa I am going to go.  I'll Probably post again later because I can garentee that I won't take those stupid loopy pills and I won't be able to sleep, I will want to watch Eric sleep, to make sure he is okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8360680806780896915?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8360680806780896915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-cast-es-daddy-i-dont-describe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8360680806780896915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8360680806780896915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-cast-es-daddy-i-dont-describe-it.html' title='My cast... E&apos;s Daddy. (I don&apos;t describe it, don&apos;t FREAK)'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3502950736995334454</id><published>2009-03-30T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:09:45.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. God.</title><content type='html'>Okay-dokey.  So, did I post that I made Eric read me "Wide Awake" or did he?  Well anyway, It was FUCKING great... Now though, to my annoyance I am no longer LIE I am refered to solely as 'My girl'...  and Eric says the 'f' word all the time while he reads so he is happy.  It got weird when he was Mid-sentence, and my brother walked into my room for "And I just wanted to thrust into her hips."   Great right?  We wasis all covered up in my blanke-y, and my stuffed anaimal had stuffing in their ears, and then my brother made it all weird... My bro was like, "Excuse me? You wanna do what? NO! DO NOT ANSWER!" and he put his fingers in his ears and LA-LA-LAed his way back out of the room.   He also walk in when E was reading the scene where they were in the meadow for the 2nd time.  YUP.   SHE HAS TO FINISH IT!!!! I NEED THE ENDING!  Eric seconds the notion of an ending because he says that when I am Loopy and bored it is worse then Jimmy Neutron's "I'm loopey" dance/song AND Spongebob Squarepants' "I'm ready!" Mixed together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL FINE!  lol... Seriously thought, She could just change the names, and maybe the FORKS location, and she has got herself a freaking rockin' Romance Novel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HEARTS &amp;amp; LIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3502950736995334454?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3502950736995334454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3502950736995334454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3502950736995334454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh. My. God.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1193578052829648488</id><published>2009-03-29T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:10:06.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In between comming down and going back up.</title><content type='html'>Okay, It's Lie. I am barely about to see to type, but Eric is makeing me some food, and earlier He found this Fan Fictio called Wide Awake.  It is great.  He is reading it to me... HeHeHe.  I am Evil....  ANYHOO, We made it to Chapter 22.  He keeps reading ahead and giggeling, then he blushes when he gets to those parts, lol.  OMG, the story makes me feel all to use a (laurens bite term)  Makey-Out-y.... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well C U Soon... Hate My Pills.  Never thought I would live to see the day I didn't like free pain pills from the doctor. but I FOUND IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1193578052829648488?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1193578052829648488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-between-comming-down-and-going-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1193578052829648488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1193578052829648488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-between-comming-down-and-going-back.html' title='In between comming down and going back up.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1407840357180401492</id><published>2009-03-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:16:38.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umm?  Where did Lie go?'/><title type='text'>It's Eric, I am letting you know this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo, Hey guys it is Eric, Lie's Boyfriend.  Lie is not in a fit state to post anything.  She got hurt, not to bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericsblogbcuzliesaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;details at my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;  She has some pain medication that is supposed to keep her kind of loopy...  I would say, "Ewic, cowler wif meeeee." is pretty loopy.  And yes, I am coloring with her.  She keeps switching between 5 year old, and ready to rip my clothes off.  It is hysterical, but It hurts her feeling and cries if I laugh at her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be posting some more of Lie's High as a Kite stories at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericsblogbcuzliesaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MY BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; if anyone care to read them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1407840357180401492?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1407840357180401492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-eric-i-am-letting-you-know-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1407840357180401492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1407840357180401492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-eric-i-am-letting-you-know-this.html' title='It&apos;s Eric, I am letting you know this...'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7786009436101014230</id><published>2009-03-28T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:42:40.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric's Blog, A Stand Against Domestic Violence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericsblogbcuzliesaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eric's Blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- He is my boyfriend of 1.5 years, recently he has been in a lot of my posts, that would be because he is always here, and now when I need a hug, he is out getting me period munchies... Emm-ett!!! Emmett Emmett Emmett! (that is me cursing because sometimes my little sister reads me blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric posted somthing on his blog that he hadn't told me about. Some of it I know but some of it is scarry. He went with my brother to get some Soda and Sancks and I wish he was here so he could give me a hug. :'( I never knew he had it that bad. I really really do. I hope he somes home soon. I think I might really cry when he gets here. I just want to crawl onto his lap and cry on his shoulder. Then some makein' out might be good to, to help cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are THOUSANDS of other children in just Indiana who expiriance some type of abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he told the world something they didn't know I am going to tell Eric why I know what buttons to push to make his dad backoff. I am going to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;I was Freshman Year young. I got a boyfriend, who will remain unnamed. He was charming and Sweet to start with. He took me to nice dinners and Movies. He was a sophmore, a year and a half older than me. He was also very abusive, mentally and physically. He liked to beat me, he liked me to be afraid. I learned to BOX. My friends and I used to all the time just for fun, not serious stuff just little taps and jabbs. Sometimes He would decide that a Sparring match wasn't enough for him and just start wailing on me. Others he would decided I did something wrong or cheated on him. He NEVER tried to sexually abuse me in anyway. not that that makes him any better then the people who do, but it matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;What this taught me Most abusers need the same thing, to feel they are in charge, to feel that they have power over the other person or people. They like to be feared. If you show them you arn't afraid they will get really angry, then they will get bored. BUT, this is not always the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Informative links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncadv.org/takeaction/VoicesAgainstViolence_137.html"&gt;Some people your may know aginst Comestic Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/ViolencePrevention/index.html"&gt;TONS of links about all kinds of abuse from th CDC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Erics Blog&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take A stand Against Domestic Abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Search Google or Yahoo, read the Statistics.&lt;br /&gt;You will be amazed and appalled.&lt;br /&gt;I am wholely against Domestic Violence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7786009436101014230?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7786009436101014230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/erics-blog-stand-against-domestic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7786009436101014230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7786009436101014230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/erics-blog-stand-against-domestic.html' title='Eric&apos;s Blog, A Stand Against Domestic Violence'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6249643056221404268</id><published>2009-03-28T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:26:20.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to exciting 'cept I almost got squished.</title><content type='html'>So, tonight is the last night of the awesome Spring Break Party, that my brother has had...  Really it was 2 of hisfriends (1  of which is my boyfriend) staying over all week pretty much.  lol.  So tonight isn't the last night Eric is staying at my house though... See his dad is a really bad guy, and he is going to visit his brothers on monday, so Eric is staying over till then... I am really freaked about his dad, he gives off creepy vibes, and he enjoys beating on people. So, now that thats out of the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough drama, ya know when it is that time of the month and ya feel reallly crabby, and bloated? I hate it... I feel all Icky, the good news?  It only is a few days a month and it gives me an excuse to snap at people.  I told you that to twll you this, Eric was outside with my brother on my bros' pogo stick...  It started to lightning and thunder and rain ad they stayed outside... I walked outside to complain at my brother and my boyfriend jokeingly. Well when Accident prone Lie stepped off the porch and walked over to them a huge freaking branch broke off a tree and seriously landed less than a foot away from me. I didn't scream, I usually don't do that. I froze and assesed everyother tree in sight. Eric Freaked.  He said i was never allowed to leave the house ever again, which made me mad... he could go outside and pogostick with my bro and I would what watch from the window?  Uh-uh...  Well, anyway, then we got in a fight... but he ended the fight pretty awesomely...  Well it all worked out because now I am eating Icecream and Cuddeling with my Moo-Moo, my doggy(Bam), my Eric and my laptop.... And now we are going to watch some action movie because E said no twilight movie again.  I think it's the transporter.  but anyway, right now I feel pretty good considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever played Bullshit? ya know you hand out some cards then lay down a card or two and ame them then if somebody thinks you lied they say bull and flip the cards you laid. If you didn't lie then they take the pile, if you did then you take the pile... game continues until some has no cards.  Well I like the game, I rock at the game. Nobody will play the game with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6249643056221404268?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6249643056221404268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-to-exciting-cept-i-almost-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6249643056221404268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6249643056221404268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-to-exciting-cept-i-almost-got.html' title='Not to exciting &apos;cept I almost got squished.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1056838365309985486</id><published>2009-03-28T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:22:18.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Twilight die?  Birthday Party... boo</title><content type='html'>I went to my Nephew's Birthday Party today.  He turned 5.  We opened presents, and watched him ride his bike.  We then all packed into the kitchen for cake.  Guess who was on the cake?  The Incedible Hulk.  Guess what color the Icing was?  FREAKING PUKE GREEN!  So Lie did not have any cake...  I was icky lookin', I mean GREEN?  Seriously?  So, then we cracked out the Ice Cream... I am all about Icecream, So I ate some Choclate Icecream.  Yum.  Then I sat down at the tabel to examine the cake and Eric came over, with a birthday red fork and a bite of green cake... he says "If you don't eat the cake, Twilight will die."  I didn't move.  He Added "AND I will kill Cardboard Movie Edward for looking at you funny."  Now, I love cardboard Movie Edward and I could yell at him be cause we were surrounded by adults, and children ranging from 6 months to 11 years old.  So I said "I'll eat a bite of the cake."  now at this point EVERYONE and their Monkey's uncle was looking at us right?  So one would think he would behave...  One would assume that he would just give me a bite of cake and everything would be all good...&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED!  He moved the fork toward me, I grimaced and then he 'accidentily' dumps half the cake down my shirt, and the other half of the nasty green cake in my mouth.  Then promptly exclaims "Oh, I am sorry.  I should help you get the cake out of your shirt in the other room, &lt;em&gt;ALONE!"&lt;/em&gt;    Real smooth right?  He also copped a feel and got icing on my Edward shirt, in front of my ENTIRE family. &lt;br /&gt;In the other room, which was my 6mo. old neices' room, he told me some stuff about his dad.  Not good stuff.  And then after I was sure all the cake was out of my bra, and that he was done talking, and that every member of my family was standing with their ears pressed to the walls I said "Jesus, is that all?  Where is the rest?  That's it, it's so small?" really loud, the my step dad stormed in... It was funny. He had Eric in a death grip aginst the wall before he figured out I was kidding... My sister in law was laughing before he flug the door open.  Seriously the best party ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1056838365309985486?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1056838365309985486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-twilight-die-birthday-party-boo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1056838365309985486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1056838365309985486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-twilight-die-birthday-party-boo.html' title='Can Twilight die?  Birthday Party... boo'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6295959188943523421</id><published>2009-03-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:10:54.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:( Holy freaking god it is hot, AND TWILIGHT!!!</title><content type='html'>OKAY!  Guess what? It is ten million degrees in my room. Wanna know why? Because my mom has the fire place on downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Bamzoni is snoring louder than a chainsaw, and Eric is really cute when he sleeps.  His blog is cute too, but that probly cuz it is about me so far...  He keeps scooting closer to me in his sleep, If it was cold that would be great, but I seriously could mix up the stuff for cake, sit the cake pan in the middle of my room, then in 30 minutes, I would have cake... a cooked cake. Man cake sounds good now, stupid food analogies.  It is that hot, PLUS I can't sleep without my Moo-Moo, (he is my stuffed cow) and Moo-Moo is stuck under Eric's body! Eric smooshin my Moo-Moo!!!  Well I guess I an Gonna Plug in the other fan, and cuddle with E because seriously I couldn't get any more hot.  I wish it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On to twilight...&lt;/span&gt;  haha, So Now that I for sure know every single line in both the Movie and Commentary, I thought that it would be fun to check out some Twilight/ New Moon News.  I got alot of the same stuff as usual. THEN I FOUND the dumbest website, It's so dumb I won't even put a link to it.  Really I lost the Link but anyway.  This site was dedicated to Robert Pattinson's Stink... It was all about how he freakin smells... Some parts said he smelled yummy some parts said he smelled offensively bad...  SERIOUSLY! I have seen little article about is smell or lack there of, but I have never EVER seen an entire site dedicated to a persons oder... Even PERFUME sites arn't all about perfume.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also The woman/model/girl they cast for Heidi- She is beautiful!  She isn't how I saw Heidi but OMFPEC!  She fits the part awesomely!!!  I am really excited now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my midnight rants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6295959188943523421?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6295959188943523421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-freaking-god-it-is-hot-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6295959188943523421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6295959188943523421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-freaking-god-it-is-hot-and.html' title=':( Holy freaking god it is hot, AND TWILIGHT!!!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2644839865782893974</id><published>2009-03-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:38:01.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERIC'S BLOG! AND WEIRDNESS</title><content type='html'>Hello!  I am very excited to tell you that Eric has a blog it is &lt;a href="http://ericsblogbcuzliesaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ericsblogbcuzliesaid.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ! See it says: Erics Blog Because Lie Said. Really It's under the blogs that I manage but He is going to be doing the Posting and Stuff!  SO YAY ERIC! My Boyfriend has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the Spring Break Party.   My brother went to his friends house durig the day today, but he and his friend came back this evening... Eric would have been allowed to stay if they didn't come back. How weird is that?  My mom and step dad were fine with it.  At diner before my brother came back this is how the converstaion went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Dad "So Eric, if the boys don't come back are you still staying over?"&lt;br /&gt;Eris "..."&lt;br /&gt;Step Dad "Well, it is okay either way, son. I thought that you might want to stay since you were with Lie most of the time anyway."&lt;br /&gt;Eric"..."  *Then we exchaged a worried holy god look*&lt;br /&gt;*my little sister stares in amazement at their strange point of view*&lt;br /&gt;Step Dad  To Mom "That's alright isn't it, if he stays?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom "Yes, of course.  He can stay anytime he wants."&lt;br /&gt;My brain "Who the hell are these people? Did Mike put Special Sauce in the food... Again?"&lt;br /&gt;My mouth "You were planning on stay wern't you Eric? Because it's just your Dad at home?"&lt;br /&gt;Eric "... I... I... Umm... Yea if... If that's alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How weird is that?  Well anyway.  I don't know what it means though... Maybe it means - Jesus Lie hurry up and move out and live with him already.- or maybe it means they think if we spend all of our time together we would discover that we arn't compatible...  Or maybe they really are fine with it. It's not like we're doing anything we shouldn't do. It took a year and a half for HIM to say I love you, we didn't really kiss until our 8th date, which was 2 and a half weeks into the relationship....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, umm I am going to watch Twilight with Cardboard Edward and try to get the guys to play Bull*esme* with me...  They think I cheat at that too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2644839865782893974?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2644839865782893974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/erics-blog-and-weirdness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2644839865782893974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2644839865782893974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/erics-blog-and-weirdness.html' title='ERIC&apos;S BLOG! AND WEIRDNESS'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6788299990816404284</id><published>2009-03-27T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:15:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2.... SLEEP HAS EVADED ME!</title><content type='html'>Lol, so last night I managed to get some sleep.  I woke up all contorted and uncomfortable smooshed between two things I love though. (My dog and my BF). I am gonna try not to get all mush-y with this post, but it might and I appologize for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wake  up call at 7 AM:  Bam (Dog) licking my face.  I was unhappy. I was uncomfortable. And I was hot.  I rolled over and faced Eric, who was already awake. He said "Good morning Star Shine. Did you sleep better?"  He seemed like he was thinking about somehting serious and that made me nervous...  Then Bam ate some of my hair, and slobbered all over half my face...  How sexy is that?  Well, Eric got up and went downstairs without a 'see you in a few' or 'be right back' or any kind of anything.  I took a shower and stepped out of the Shower to a note hanging from my Pull up bar.  It read  "Babe, didn't want to bother you.  Meet me in our spot?" - our spot is a vine-y archway with a huge tree behind it in the woods by my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:30 I headed outside to go to the spot.  I was nervous and shake-y and scared because E was so Stoic this morning.  I don't know why, but I was.  So I amde it to the spot and found a Note tied to the Tree. It said "Babe, it took you forever to get here. Turn around."  So I complied and turned around... I saw Eric standing about 20 yards away, and I freaked All I could think was, great he is gonna break up with me.  I didn't want him to do that. We have been together for a year and a half (since sept. of 2007).  Mikkiey my best friend and ex BF and pretty much my Everything since birth killed himself about 6months after E and I got together, and Eric was there and he watched me tear myself apart for another guy and he stayed with me.  He is great. So anyway, we're in the woods and he still has his serious face on. I was freakin out, and I actually cried silently and he was like "Babe! What's wrong?" and I said "You made me walk all the way here by myself and your being so distant and now you are gonna break up with me."  Then he wrapped his arms aroung me and laughed!  HE LAUGHED!  He kissed my head and said 'Why would I break up woth you? I brought you out here so I could tell you I love you.' then he got all formal and said it agian using my name.  See, he never, before today actually told me he loved me He never said the words.  It made since for him and me.  I know why, and I am glad he said it today.  So after he told me he loved me for the first time. I told him I loved him and that I was mad at him. lol.  So he had a picnic set up and we ate some potato salad. and Carrots.  I like Carrots. lol. Then we just sat in the woods and talked.  He is the Greatest Boyfriend in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't sold him on the blog yet but he got a reply from Nathan today from his threat yesterday...  I thought it was funny It's below in RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eric- Yes, I fully understand the claim and commitment that you have on Lie.  I also understand that you do not like how I treat her. I want you to know, she knows anything mean I say is either the hard truth or a flat out lie.  I love her, but respect her enough to let her see me as her big brother and you as her boyfriend.  Now, umm I would like you to know that if she was my Girlfriend I would have told her how I felt and not barreled it at her friend. Also, I would have made it more bases than you if it were a baseball game.  -Your best pal- Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What assholes. Talk about me like property, and then  Nate thinking that he would have gottena home run by now... NO ONE gets to go all the way home until I am Married. And getting married IS NOT allowed to be rushed forward so that anyone can make it all the way around the bases if ya know what I mean... I have been there done that and It just causes more problems htan it solves. PLUS I am only 18 years old. I have my whole life for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6788299990816404284?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6788299990816404284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-2-sleep-has-evaded-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6788299990816404284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6788299990816404284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-2-sleep-has-evaded-me.html' title='Part 2.... SLEEP HAS EVADED ME!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1188381500246006751</id><published>2009-03-27T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:24:50.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mad Poker Skills</title><content type='html'>Hello... It has been said that I cheat at poker.  Since some of my friends read this blog and play poker with me I feel that it is important for me to say I DO NOT cheat at poker.  I have a boss poker face, and I act on stage for fun. This is why I am the MASTER of fake emotion.  Also the master of cheezy emotion.&lt;br /&gt;People have a tell. Everyone does.  Eric scratches his left wrist when he lies.  Nathan's left eye twitches when he is nervous. Everyone has one.  So my Poker advice?  Learn peoples tells, and learn your own so you can fake it.  Always Cheezy up any emotion showed on the feild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I did cheat at poker, I would have to have AWESOME hand Eye coordination. and be pretty skilled at slight of hand.  I can make a coin appear behind kids ear, but that's as far as my slight of hand goes.  I have horrible hand eye coordination.  So,  I do not cheat. I LIE, Hence the name guys, how else did I get it?  Actually I have always been called Lie, but hey it fits me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was checkin out some random blogs today and found some funny ones, I don't remember who's they were but I left some Comments as Anonymous and signed with my blog address and name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1188381500246006751?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1188381500246006751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mad-poker-skills.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1188381500246006751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1188381500246006751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mad-poker-skills.html' title='My Mad Poker Skills'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2014043675272226360</id><published>2009-03-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:30:59.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric's First Offical Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>Red is Lie- White is Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, TODAY I stayed with Lie all day. We had breakfast this morning. I ate two bowls of cereal. Cocoa Puffs. My favorite. Then around 10 we went down to the lake so that Lie could Fish... She wanted to go out in the boat, but with her luck we both would have drowned. Umm... At Noon I ate 3 cheeseburgers, and then Lie decided it was time for her Thursday Jog. After we jogged we hung out with her brother and his friend, and kicked their butts at poker. I think Lie cheats, not that I am complaining, as long as she is my poker buddy. Then at 6 30 We went to the Comm Theater. Lie picked out her outfit, and colored a Big sign. It rocked. Also, Why do old people walk hunched over? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edit by Lie: Old people walk hunched over because if they stood up straight their pants would fall down from under their boobs/armpits-No offence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Then Lie drove us back to her place. We ate Fish Sticks, and French fries for din-din. And now I am being forced to write a blog entry about my day... By Lie, my wonderful girlfriend. Okay, scratch that, I am writing this blog entry FOR my Beautiful wonderful Girlfriend, Whom I love Dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ERIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edit: Jesus God, He is So boreing in words. I wonder why. AND I DO NOT CHEAT AT POKER! I just have mad poker skills. Kinda like I have mad candy detecting powers. Okay, I don't cheat EXACTLY, I just pay attention. Everybody has a Tell, and Pretty much noone can lie to me. I'll explain my mad skills in a post tomorrow... I Really want to go to sleep.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2014043675272226360?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2014043675272226360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/erics-first-offical-blog-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2014043675272226360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2014043675272226360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/erics-first-offical-blog-entry.html' title='Eric&apos;s First Offical Blog Entry'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7217765595148333913</id><published>2009-03-26T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:06.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Party:Night numero 2</title><content type='html'>So, that solution to send the ddoggy over to my brothers room, it didn't work. For these reasons: 1: My brothers friend had a panic-y kaniption fit. 2: Bam howls, and whines-He wanted Mommy (Me)-  3: Eric isn't aloud in Lies room with out the dog.  Wanna know why my mommy made this rule?  Cuz Bam doesn't like Eric.  Bam enjoys tring to take chunks out of my boyfriend when I am not looking.  Eric thinks it's funny, but I think Bam sees him as Compitition.  Like two siblings fighting over who gets to sit on Mommy's lap.  It's them fighting over me...  Weird huh?  Well so what I love my Overly Possesive Fat Doggy....  HA!  Eric is reading over my shoulder, and Bam is trying to shove his way between me and everything I am touching- IE my computer, my Juice Box, my Subway 5 dollar foot long, that I will probably give to Bam- *to nate NATHAN! Jesus, why do you gotta think like that man? And to answer the next question NO!*&lt;br /&gt;Since my room is filled with people/animals reading my blog post, I think I had better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;^^A note from Eric to Nathan. (Part of an E-mail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^Nathan my friend, since I am currently staying with Lie, I would very much like it if you would STOP asking her such ungentalmanly questions.  You're her best friend and I get that, but I, like Bam, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(The Dog, C Eric can B funny 2)&lt;/span&gt; am overly possesive.  I have what is mine and while it is mine BACK THE CRAP OFF!   &gt;Regards  ^Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric likes to use arrow's in his E-mails, I think he needs a Blog.  I will make him get a Blog. It would be FUN!  What would his blog be called?  NOT Eric's Blog, It's Boreing....&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the E-mail he sent was Hilarious... This is just the End of it....  The Beggining it was normal then the last paragraph morphed into this possesive thing...  Man, Men are CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric thinks that His blog should be called "Deals with Lies"  I am seriouly NOT laughing...But it could be cute... HA Deals 2 Lie Any Ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7217765595148333913?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7217765595148333913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-partynight-numero-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7217765595148333913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7217765595148333913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-partynight-numero-2.html' title='Spring Break Party:Night numero 2'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8599901677292839140</id><published>2009-03-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:01:16.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who should play the Bad Vamps? My horrible night</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we know who is going to play the wolf-y pack. We know who is gonna play Jane. But who will play the awesomely bad Italians? Who's gonna be Dakota's Twin brother? What about Aro Ciaus and Marcus? I don't like the Idea of them being played by older-ish guys. They were young when they were turned wern't they? How can they be OLD? I think we need to hear some of Summit's choices, because with filming going on right now, you know they know who they want for those baddy roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of my recent luck, I am now forbade from going anywhere alone. Between Eric and my brother (Who E is paying) I can't even go outside and SIT on the ground. Paranoid much? What is a huge tree going to pick the tiny 2x2 square I sit in? Probably. Well, because of this Eric is going with Me to Play Practice tonight. How much fun! He can help me build the set. and he can watch me pick out my coustume. He can yell at me when I smash my thumb with a hammer. And then he can yell at me for almost getting plastered by a passing truck getting back into the Van.&lt;br /&gt;Yay Me. See Eric is great, but Holy Wow, Seriously he needs to calm down. If I was gonna die, I would die and he couldn't change it. Also 'Living' with Eric isn't weird like I thought it would be. I mean I HATE wakeing up to *Manstretch* "Good morning Star Shine!" *Manstretch* *groansitupscratchstretchagain* "Are you awake?" (I wish I could yell "YES! I am awake, I have been awake for hours! The DOG decided he needed a Pillow and you SNORE!" What I really said "No, I am not awake, go stretch somewhere else and take the damn dog") Yes my buddies, Eirc is staying over for my brother Party. And Yes my buddies my Mother Knows that he slept in my room. And no My Buddies, specifically Nathan, We didn't do anything Edward and Bella didn't do before they were married. I mean Jeezz, my MOM is downstairs, Okay Nate? STOP ASKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my night went last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, My Dog is part Blood hound Part Black Lab Part Stupid and All Love-y dove-y. He usually sleeps on my chest. Bam (The dog) Does not like Eric (The Boyfriend). Eric Splet next to me last night, so Bam kept wedgeing himself between us. Finally at like 2 in the morning Bam gave up and decided to Smother me at the same time that I became Erics Teddy Bear. I'll say it now, I do not like to cuddle when I am trying to sleep. I can't sleep and cuddle. It's to hot, and then when you add in a 120 lbs dog pressed aginst you and that your room has no A/C cuddleing pretty much FLYS out the window. But Oh no, I was in the middle of a Bam and Eric Sandwhich. In the daytime, Cuddeling with Bam is great, In the day time Cuddeling with Eric is great. But even in the daytime, being SMOOSHED between Bam and Eric just plain ol' SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's 3 in the morning I can't breathe and It is hot as Hel.... It's hot What do you do? Kick the closed thing/person to you and yell at them to move. Wanna know how that went? BAD! I kicked E in the Shins and he only half woke up and then Bam got mad and smooshed me further into E and into the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonights solution: Send Bam to sleep with brother... Problem with this, my brothers friend is afraid of Poodles, I don't know if he can handel a 100 plus poud dog. Hehehe, Oh yeah: and Buy a fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8599901677292839140?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8599901677292839140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-should-play-bad-vamps-my-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8599901677292839140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8599901677292839140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-should-play-bad-vamps-my-horrible.html' title='Who should play the Bad Vamps? My horrible night'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1686232550600840847</id><published>2009-03-24T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:01:01.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:( Really scarry, but I can't really explain it scarry.</title><content type='html'>SOOOO, I went to walmart and waited while the slowest box opener in the world opened the box full (sortof) of Approching Normal.   I waited and tollerated him looking at my boobs.  I waited and made small talk.   I WAITED and pretended that his 20 minute story about a cat was interesting.  Then I had my CD in my hand.  at 1 in the morning.   SO, YAY CD.  Then Mr. Slow Box Opener follows me to the regester.  How nice of him.  Then because I bought a whole load (2 boxes of peeps, an other Twilight T-shirt, and the CD) he felt the need to help me to my car... Well okay I drive a 12 passenger VAN (Names Glen) So, mentally all I can think is 'okay if I roundhouse him first I need at least 3 seconds to regain a defencive pose or 4 seconds to follow up with another offencive move.  I told him I didn't need help 3,000 times.  I am a paranoid person, add to that a history where defending myself was a daily thing, and a guy who won't leave me alone and you get a very controlled freaked out girl, ready to open a 10,000 year old can of kick-butt on anyone who tries anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Mr. Box guy is around 6 feet tall, and maybe 200 lbs of muscal.  He was maybe 20 years old.  He had freaky eyes, and gave off creepy vibes from across the store.  So, he INSISTED on walking me to my car.  I analised every freaking thing he did, and of course I parked in the dark back part of the parking lot.  Yeah, that's who I am.  The park in the dark in the back of the lot girl...  Half way to my car he reached his hand toward me, his hand was fisted and moving to swiftly to be interprited anyway but violent....  I dropped my bags and roundhoused him in the face.  I regained my stance in record time, ready for almost anything.  He stayed down, on his hands and knees.  He said something like ' I think you broke my JAW!' and I held my stance.  cuz if he wasn't gonna do anything before he might now.  Well then the Wal mart Rent a cops came out.  and cuffed Mr. Box and took my statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mr. Box had a history of assault and battery.  He also had a warrent for a pending rape charge.  How freaky is that?  I mean, Jesus what if I didn't kick him? What if he hurt me before I had the chance to defend myself or scream?  So, at 4 in the morning, when I was allowed to leave Walmart, I had to call Eric because The cops and Rent a cops didn't think I should drive.  So E drove up in his pick up, and he looked ready to kill somebody.  I thought of twilight in that moment and I laughed.  Outloud for a LONG time.  So,  now that I am offically crazy, and HORRIBLY UNLUCKY I decided to listen to my CD.  Well guess what?  It won't play...  And I am forbid to return to walmart, or to leave my house without Eric. So Eric went to get me a different copy of Blue Octobers new CD.  My Mom, was mad because I broke Curfew and didn't call.  She didn't seem to worried I could have been brutily raped, or beaten, or worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO, because of my awesome bad luck my brother is haveing a man-sleepover/Spring Break Party.  With 1 of his friends and Eric (They really are friends).  Man sleepovers kinda freak me out though, but my mom is fine with that.  I am even allowed to play the man sleepover games and watch the man sleepover movies. But Eric is going to watch Twilight with me tonight :)  OMFPEC!!!  He has my CD, I have to go because I wanna listen to it with Eric, and I have to play pin the bikini on the Supermodel (If it was my party, we'd play strip poker or beer pong, and we'd probly UN-dress the supermodel, but hey... I get to spend the night with my bf so, Who give a flying Fu..... Who cares?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1686232550600840847?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1686232550600840847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-scarry-but-i-cant-really-explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1686232550600840847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1686232550600840847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-scarry-but-i-cant-really-explain.html' title=':( Really scarry, but I can&apos;t really explain it scarry.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3702981252848888442</id><published>2009-03-23T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:30:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Twilight Monday Night ~ Lie</title><content type='html'>I spent my weekend watching Twilight, but in-between I also read James Patterson's AWESOME Maximum Ride Series.  I seriously went to Book-A-Million and picked up the first book I saw.  It was Maximum Ride: The Angel Expiriment.  I finished the book 3 hours later, and made a return trip to Books-A-Million to buy the next books in the set -Maximum Ride Shcools out Forever, Maximum Ride Saving the World and other Extreme Sports, &amp;amp; The Final Warning (I didn't hae enough for the newest book call MAX)-  So, I read all those, watched Twilight 4,000 times, AND drank more coffee than any person should EVER consume.  I haven't slept more than 4 hours since the 20th, and at Midnight I HAVE to go buy Blue October's new album, YAYAY MEE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had play practice today.  With no sleep and jitter-y to the max with coffee and Twilight withdrawl.  We danced A LOT then sang some.  I fell down (True to Lie's style) and hurt-ed my left foot. The Dr. ar the Emergency room knows all my information by heart-How freakin' sad is that? Well With the Perscription he gave me, a caffeene let down, and not sleeping for days, after I get my CD I will listen to 'My Never' and then TRY to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS Wolf PACK CAST.  Go to Stephenie's Website then to NEW MOON MOVIE to read the exact post...  Or I could give you a link to about 4,000 twilight sites that say it too. I am excitedm It is actually really close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question B4 I go, When Eclipse comes out will it compete with Harry Potter or will the first half of the 7th book's movie (did that make sence?) come out after it?  Since Warner Bros. is now callin it HP6 what will 7 be?  HP7 part 1 and HP7 Part 2 or HP7-1/2 and HP&amp;amp;-2/2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**If I post again, it would be because instead of crashing I decided to watch Twilight again. Seriously between Twilight, The Play, and Trips to the book store I think my mom is ready to lop my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if none of this makes since they gave me some happy juice -Which I hate- at the hospital. No new brakes at this point, my feet-y muscal tendon thing-y is just pulled. Just e-mail or comment to complain)  -  &lt;a href="mailto:writeasrayne@gmail.com"&gt;writeasrayne@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3702981252848888442?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3702981252848888442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-twilight-monday-night-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3702981252848888442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3702981252848888442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-twilight-monday-night-lie.html' title='Happy Twilight Monday Night ~ Lie'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1030565378101910850</id><published>2009-03-22T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:50:08.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured it out! + A book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so Movie Edwards hair. It reminded me of someone. I couldn't figure out who though and it has driven me to within an inch of whats left of my sanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about Movie Edwards hair..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right? See how it looks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry Kristen's Head, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just didn't fit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScaUphN2oHI/AAAAAAAAADI/rbcWEBqAqpM/s1600-h/cbb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316099851169472626" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScaUphN2oHI/AAAAAAAAADI/rbcWEBqAqpM/s320/cbb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now compare it to David Boreanaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(From the Buffy/Angel time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScaUnIdN18I/AAAAAAAAADA/JYcujRtyj5o/s1600-h/cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316099810163283906" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScaUnIdN18I/AAAAAAAAADA/JYcujRtyj5o/s320/cb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see what i'm getting at?  Their hair is pretty much the same...  Well Edwards is a different color but the sytle and cut, the length.  JEEZ... I couldn't figure it out, It could just all be in my head though.   Thought you should know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- Lately-ish I have been reading James Patterson's Maximum Ride Series and it is really good.  It's about... you know what, describing this story is like describing Twilight -Vampire falls in love with human-  Maximum Ride - Brid Kids try to save the world....  Well It is actually a good series, I laughed and felt for the characters, so I give the series a 4 outta 5. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1030565378101910850?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1030565378101910850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-figured-it-out-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1030565378101910850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1030565378101910850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-figured-it-out-book.html' title='I figured it out! + A book'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScaUphN2oHI/AAAAAAAAADI/rbcWEBqAqpM/s72-c/cbb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8175026606278891225</id><published>2009-03-21T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:49:55.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Twilight:The Movie</title><content type='html'>Good God, I really think that I watched Twilight 20 times and I can't stop.  I have a portable DVD player (Named Rex, don't ask) so I seriously out in the DVD and walk around with the player.  LOL.  Sometimes I watch it, sometimes I just listen. I made Spaghetti and Meatballs for Dinner, Twilight was playing on my player right next to the stove... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardboard Eddie is REAL creepy in the blacklights that I have in my room.  I always have the Windows covered so sunlight won't get in, and the normal lightblubs hurt my eyes. So I have one side of my room lit with red lights and the other with blacklights.  The windows are covered so that 1 it's dark in my room, and 2 the sun makes my skin look weird, and I burn REALLY easy.&lt;br /&gt;I told you that so that I could tell you this:  I walked into my room drinking my McDonalds Iced Mocha and carrying a banana, Eddie is right inside my door, kinda like if someone HID behind my door to supprise me.  Well guess what.  He scard the Twilight right outta me. I almost lost my Mocha and I almost  threw my Banana at him.  I am a good fighter, I can Box, and kick and claw at people. I had a reason to learn to defend myself and I did.  I am a good fighter, BUT I hate the idea of violence aginst anyone else. I hate that when I walk down the street in town when I pass a guy I look for his weak spots and prepare myself for a fight, even after 3 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THE BONUS FEATURES!!!!  CANT WAIT FOR NEW MOON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8175026606278891225?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8175026606278891225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-twilightthe-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8175026606278891225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8175026606278891225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-twilightthe-movie.html' title='Okay, Twilight:The Movie'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-367734248578347237</id><published>2009-03-20T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:10:04.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I will be living in front of my TV for a while.</title><content type='html'>So, to sum up the Twilight Release party.   Coustume Contest for free movie -2nd place (by 1 vote) with twilight shirt red eyes and short ish crazy red hair.... I was I mix between Alice and Victoria.   Then the Triva Contest, It was all about the movie.  I won a life size cardboard Cutout of Movie Edward. He is staning in the corner over my shoulder and looking REALLY creepy, but I LOVE HIM!  He was FREE.  I just finished the comentary It is 3 in the morning.  I got a Free tote bag, some Twilight Conversation Hearts (2 of each-1 to open and 1 to keep) I also got a keychain, It rocks.  Oh yeah I also bought Cruel Intentions, because you had to buy another DVD to get the Tote bag, and it was the closest to the checkout counter.  I should have won the Costume  Contest but my Step dad didn't vote for me...  How crappy is that- he insists on going then doesn't even vote for me, but I would have felt bad walking away with both prizes.  So Now I am going to watch Twilight and try really hard not to think about how Cardboard Movie Edwards eyes pretty much glow in the dark.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYYA!  I Got The DVD! I don't know why but I am still really excited, I thought it would go away after I got through the movie once but it hasn't. I am goinng to go take out my itchy red contacts (3 people asked if my real Eye Color was red. 1 was a girl my age, one girl was 9 and another was a Mom- PLUS people kept looking and pointing at my eyes... Weird-- My reply at first to the Mom and The Little girl was 'NO! my eyes are really steel blue' to the Teen I said 'Yes, my eyes are really red like this, unless i'm thirsty.  I drink human blood pretty regular, that is why their red.  So, umm whats your blood type?'  Then she laughed but almost really took me seriously.  Then I talked about Twilight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ? that won me CBE (Cardboard Movie Edward) was 'What Lab are bella and edward workig on in biology, specifically?'  The other girl said Cell growth.  I though *Esme she's right then I thought NO! SPECIFICLY!  THE PHASES OF MITOSIS!!!!!!* then I blerted my answer and Won CBE  I thinnk I will refer to him as Eddie.  I am gonna say my Tiny Edward is not very pleased with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-367734248578347237?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/367734248578347237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/since-i-will-be-living-in-front-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/367734248578347237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/367734248578347237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/since-i-will-be-living-in-front-of-my.html' title='Since I will be living in front of my TV for a while.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1173316912784083302</id><published>2009-03-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:05:52.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Bad News, Alice Alert over :(</title><content type='html'>The good news is I found my Twilight book, the bad news almost half of it is in my mom's doggy's tummy.  HE ATE MY BOOK!  My twilight book is half eated :( I really almost cried when I saw him eating it in the yard, then I chased him around the outside of the house for half an hour.  I usually run on Tuesday's and Thursday's and Saturday's. I ran 3 Miles yesterday, nbd. I don't run on fridays because I always make up a holiday for fridays, Wednesdays I don't run cuz i need a break and Monday is self explainitory I am not a Monday person.  I run about 3 miles when I run. In the winter I run 2 Mi. on a treadmill and Do 5 extra push ups sit ups and pull ups... yup. ANYWAY!  So I chased the dog then I turned around and headed him off right, and I dove tackled him.  On the 15x15 square of concret that is in our 2 acer yard... That's where we met up, he didn't get hurt.  Unfortunaly, I think I broke my right pinky finger.  I am haveing a lot of accidents lately, I fall, I crash a bike to save peter rabbit I crack a bone pogo sticking, I have a little tiny crack in my middle finger knuckel from punching a dud... tree, and now i broke my finger... Talk about Karma... I didn't even do anything mean or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so, the Really bad news is my Step-Dad has decided that it would be fun to go to the mall to get my Twilight DVD with me...  MY STEP DAD!  Is going to take me to the mall to get a movie at midnight..... How akward, well really it's not that bad, but that means Eric can't come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there was an incident with a Dirt bike, and Eric, and It resulted in me cracking a bone in my foot...  It made the crack in my ankel bone deeper too...  Well at least it didn't break my Ankel... It was my fault, I stalled the bike tring to shift and turn and avoid a bunny at the same time...  I didn't wanna hit the bunny for 2 reasons 1. Eww, bunny guts  2. I would have felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;So, Now I either see E at my house or not at all.  Fun right?  YUP.  Lots of fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1173316912784083302?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1173316912784083302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-bad-news-alice-alert-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1173316912784083302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1173316912784083302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-bad-news-alice-alert-over.html' title='Really Bad News, Alice Alert over :('/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-18497624461787737</id><published>2009-03-20T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:17:14.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twiligh Syndrome'/><title type='text'>Do you have Twilight Syndrome?</title><content type='html'>So, Tonight we can finally own Twilight on DVD. This should be very awesome, but the expiriance is marred by the realization that once the huge Twilight fix will be attained, we will all go through Withdrawl at some point.  Sure the DVD could be our &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.twicrackaddict.blogspot.com"&gt;TwiCrack&lt;/a&gt; for DAYS or WEEKS but what happens when the DVD isn't enough anymore? Will we be able to go back to just searching the internet for a fix, or will we start a slow and painful withdrawl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since I can get a great fix at 1 in the morning, why do I need a fix now? It seems like it really is an addiction, a complusion. Why? Because I, like many other who don't know it yet, have Twilight Syndrome.  It can be an up hill battle, but easily controlled with the proper amount of Twilight Everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thanks to Confessions of a TwiCrack Addict for haveing an awesome name and getting me through my Twilight disease/addiction. YOU ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*PLEASE NOTE- I am not in anyway trying to be offencive to anyone about addiction. It is not a fun topic, and it hurts LOTS of people. I have seen and been through it enough to know that it hurts. And so I say that drugs are not worth it.  Someone out there loves you, even if you have no family or friends. At least one person cares for you, maybe it's the coffee shop lady, or the baker, or someone you haven't met.  It may not be Love exactly but, everyone has someone who cares for them in some way. Why hurt them by hurting your self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-18497624461787737?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/18497624461787737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-have-twilight-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/18497624461787737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/18497624461787737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-have-twilight-syndrome.html' title='Do you have Twilight Syndrome?'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3473097256991226841</id><published>2009-03-20T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:19:44.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan said WHAT? And Kellan Has Feet-y PJ's</title><content type='html'>Okay, first off I think it is great that at least some guys are secure enough to say things like "Rob is the lead but your the better looking Cullen" to other guys. Secondly, I am glad that... Nope I am just glad some guys are secure enough to say another man is good or better looking.  Kellan said some really nice thing about Rob too. &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b105363_kellan_lutz_how_robert_pattinson_gets.html"&gt;INTERVIEW WITH RYAN AND KELLAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Ryan Seacrest is an okay TV show, Radio host. So Ryan Seacrest gets to hang out with all the cool and Hot hollywood stars.  BUT did he really think before he said that? Could you Imagine how many 14 and 15 year olds he just angered? Not to mention the older Twilight fan base, who may or may not react the same way?  Could you imagine thousands of teen girls sending you hate mail reading something like-  "Ryan, Rob is WAY HOTTTER than Kellan.  You should go to..."  well you get the picture. -actually I don't know what a 14 yr old would write to Ryan. Why? because my hate mode is temporarily out of commission. Why? The Movie comes out TONIGHT!!! AHHH!  I feel like screaming, but I don't ever scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think of watching the DVD I feel the need to wear feet-y PJ's, and wear my Snuggie backwards...  &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/news/articles/1606824/20090311/story.jhtml"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;is my favorite Kellan Interview. It's older-ish. But Hey, If you read something like Edi might go to Lutz's DVD party but he'll leave his PJ's at home.  Or That someone Kellan lives with runs around with the flap to their feet-y PJ's open, could you resist reading the artical? Didn't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3473097256991226841?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3473097256991226841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/ryan-said-what-and-kellan-has-feet-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3473097256991226841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3473097256991226841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/ryan-said-what-and-kellan-has-feet-y.html' title='Ryan said WHAT? And Kellan Has Feet-y PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-1657461584356289068</id><published>2009-03-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:16:38.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready to go the Twilight Release Party</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;...  I am aloud to go to the Twilight DVD Release party! I was allowed before too, but now I officially have permission. &lt;br /&gt;My next Project is:      What should I wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to wear The Shirt I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; today (Stupid Twilight Disease, I couldn't stop myself.)  It's Black with silvery blue intertwine-y designs.  It has a Teeny Tiny Picture of Edward and Says Edward in little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bitty&lt;/span&gt; letters.  It also says Twilight with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sparkle&lt;/span&gt;-y text.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna wear black pants too.  AND I will wear my RED contact lenses.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;.  My Cullen crest Key chain is also going to be clipped to me.  I think I might just have to wear one Team Jacob Sock and one Team Edward Sock.  I don't know why, but since nobody has any chance with either of them, and i don't think anyone sells Team Switzerland Socks...  So there is my outfit.  I have decided... I  might wear my &lt;em&gt;Singers&lt;/em&gt; Hoodie, but I haven't decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do now?  I have my outfit, I tooked a shower, I gots my recepit that says I pre-ordered the DVD in my jeans pocket.  Whats left but to wait? GAH!!  What to do what to do?  I think I am going 12 Sharp by Janet Evanovich. Yup, I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-1657461584356289068?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/1657461584356289068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-ready-to-go-twilight-release.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1657461584356289068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/1657461584356289068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-ready-to-go-twilight-release.html' title='Getting Ready to go the Twilight Release Party'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-196899689144627011</id><published>2009-03-20T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:56:45.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twilight Emergency Still in Effect. I have a "Alice" alert out on it right now and it's not turning up anything. Of course, It would also helf If the searchers wern't Stuffed Animals and MY dog Mutu(Moo-Two) or as I call hime Bamzoni Done Noxville :) He's part Blood hound so maybe he can help, he is also part black lab and part stupid... but I love the big fat oaf. (He's almost 120 lbs. and over 3.5 feet tall on all fours. He seems to think he fits on your lap as well... That is where the part stupid somes in)  I love Him though He is my Bam... Also I love him because he was a FREE puppy, well now looking back I should have dished out the 400$ for the Cutz-y little pure breed puppy Buying dog food is awful... HE EATS EVERYTHING!  Like Stephanie Plum's (Number Series-Janet Evanovich) Bob Dog.   He sleeps ontop on my chest, then (Only if the suns out... he is kindof afraid of clouds, trees(and since we live in the woods it's funny) Bunny Rabbits, Squirls, well Pretty Much EVERYTHING) He goes ouside uses the steps we have to climb onto the trampoline (young people cant climb up anymore? when I was 5 I had to climb onto the thing with out steps) and plops down to go to sleep until he gets hungry. Sometimes he bounces on the Trampoline *Note you shouldn't abbrevate that Tramp...* It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know no pet is ever Free, theres shots and food and treats and toys the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this. About 10 min ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Take care of baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of anything&lt;br /&gt;I will watch over you&lt;br /&gt;I will take care of you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't fight with me&lt;br /&gt;Thats not what he needs to see&lt;br /&gt;Make me a prmoise&lt;br /&gt;Say that'll stay safe&lt;br /&gt;Not to be obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;but thats all okay&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me&lt;br /&gt;to sing you to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;All the while your screamin'&lt;br /&gt;Lies, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;you know you need me&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what ever you&lt;br /&gt;want me to&lt;br /&gt;Darling I will be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I yell I don't want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Stay with her.&lt;br /&gt;She's what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Stay with her&lt;br /&gt;She's what you got yeah&lt;br /&gt;Stay with her&lt;br /&gt;Stay with your, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I know what it'd feels like to lose her&lt;br /&gt;You'll want every minute&lt;br /&gt;So good bye&lt;br /&gt;You asked Is this forever?&lt;br /&gt;My reply Yes, this is forever&lt;br /&gt;I know you love her&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me too&lt;br /&gt;I know you think you need me&lt;br /&gt;but I'm just like a drug for you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-196899689144627011?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/196899689144627011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-emergency-still-in-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/196899689144627011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/196899689144627011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-emergency-still-in-effect.html' title=''/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2891425147712538147</id><published>2009-03-20T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:23:40.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emergency'/><title type='text'>EMERGENCY!</title><content type='html'>Umm, no need to freakout, but I CAN'T FIND TWILIGHT! I am Blogging From my brothers room so I don't have to look at my clutter of Twilight Crapola in my room.  I Can't find it! It's no where.  I ALWAYS either sleep with it on the corner of my bed- Don't judge me! I also sleep witha stuffed cow that I have had for a long time his name is Moo-Moo- And It is not there.  I didn't lend it, when I lend out twilight I lend out the other copy of twilight  (I have 4- 1 from 2005 and 1 from Christmas(Whole cast cvr.)  1 of the little ppb 1's with Edward and Bella and 1 from the boxset on my shelf.) WHERE IS IT? WHERE IN THE SAM HILL IS IT? Okay, I need to breathe, Probably it's just misplaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(  :(  :'(  WAAAAAAAAAAh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2891425147712538147?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2891425147712538147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/emergency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2891425147712538147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2891425147712538147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/emergency.html' title='EMERGENCY!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2138241531975289285</id><published>2009-03-20T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:52:32.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOOKs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal-Mart'/><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>(There are some pic at the end.  Not many, and you've probly seen them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Okay you remember the Twilight disease? Twilight Syndrome, well It goes farther than just saying or writing most things twilight, I have been trying VERY hard NOT to go to stores where I know there will be things with Twilight On them (Wal-mart, The mall, well anywhere really.) BUT I had to have the Directors Notebook.  HAD TO! So Eric said he would take me to Wal mart and he would go in and buy it so I didn't start compulseivly start putting everything twilight In the cart.  It didn't work, he took to long and I went in. Wanna know what was right inside the door? Edwards Cardboard stand up, so I already have one, this one faced toe other direction he's have looked great on the oppisite side of Captin Jack.  Right?  Then not 15 feet from the door, was the motherload.  Everything(Except for Rob or Kellen or Jackson.... well the real people) Twilight. Shirts pants gloves scarves even underware with Edward on them! Yea so Edward on your butt would be weird but who cares?  Then I saw the game.  I nearly had a heart attack and while I was looking E came over and escorted me out of the store.  I didn't buy anything 'cept the book.  Now I really need to be careful I don't wanna spend all my $ on Twilight but I really can't help myself. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Jasper guys, The Twilight DVD is only hours away! well ok so, here it's only 8 in the morning and the release parties start around like 9 or 10, so 12 hours. I don't know if I can wait that long! It seems like the clock is going to S--L--O--W. Plus I still have to ask to 'borrow' the car tonight to go straight to the mall, and not stop on the way. That is No Problem, I'll just have to meet E there, wait! How in the Esme am I going to get him to go to the mall so he can be there when I get my DVD and have a heart attack over another guy? AND make him watch the DVD with me. (he saw the movie 3 times in theaters) GAH!!!! MEN, Stubborn and Sometimes Stupid. (Stupid isn't a bad word is it? What kinda Twilight thing can I say for it if it is?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of tonight I am having a McDonalds Breakfast with Coffee, and A Reese cup. I haven't eatin' anything like this for a while. I usually have a yougart for Breakfast, a Salad for lunch, and for Dinner I am usually at Practice, but when I am at home I have maybe a banana(thank Esme for that *Emmett* song or I'd never get that right) or Apple and maybe a little of what ever I made. Yup. I have to actually MAKE myself eat I'm not really ever hungry. My Dr. said It's some kind of head thing I dunno. One time I didn't eat for like 6 days and I didn't notice, thats why I went to the Dr. My mom, again, thought I was fakeing it. Trying to Starve myself. Nope, Honestly I didn't even notice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I going to do ALL DAY? Probably fret about my old 'friend' deciding that E isn't good enough for me. Yup I think I am on to something there. HA! Maybe I will try to forget Twilight and Re-read some Janet Evanovich or Harry Potter. No, I'll end up with my massive- It's 3 feet Diameter- Clock to my left and a stack of the Twilight Books to my right. My Posters (all of the Twilight ones- he he gifts, noone ever knows what to get me so last x-mas I said "ANYTHING Twilight." Well that turned into EVERYTHING Twilight. My whole room is full of posters and Tote Bags, custom shirts, pants and good Alice everything. I swear, I could dress in all twilight related stuff for almost 2 weeks without doing laundry. I have more shirts that say "Twilight" than normal shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Twilight Directors Notebook. It's pretty cool. Some of the words are right on the inner margin and you gotta open the book REALLY wide to read them, I like the way the hand writing looks and It gives the book a little more intamicy (yea I no SP). It is really fun. Now, It annoys the heck out of me because it's half a centimeter shorter than the Twilight Series. So I put it with them and it looks lopsided. O for the love of Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So After all that, some awsome pictures of awsome thing. For Awesome people. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but this is still my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON96zShUI/AAAAAAAAACI/VNdNVBJlMRY/s1600-h/EdBella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315248080123233602" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON96zShUI/AAAAAAAAACI/VNdNVBJlMRY/s320/EdBella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The DVD cover for the 2 disc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON8meuXNI/AAAAAAAAABo/MThjx8m2dF8/s1600-h/DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315248057488399570" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON8meuXNI/AAAAAAAAABo/MThjx8m2dF8/s320/DVD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cover of the Twilight Directors Notebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh. It says so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON9pvW_MI/AAAAAAAAACA/wYANy-KE84c/s1600-h/TwilightDN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315248075543346370" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON9pvW_MI/AAAAAAAAACA/wYANy-KE84c/s320/TwilightDN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Edawrd, He is REALLY HOT Here. Maybe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the Vamp Teeth thing I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON9fsDLxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VPKdic0bSGo/s1600-h/ROB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315248072845111058" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON9fsDLxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VPKdic0bSGo/s320/ROB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are both really Hot here. Ya  I just said a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was hot, what of it?  Who's to say she isn't? Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON9Rjh2OI/AAAAAAAAABw/GdwI1UqLq_M/s1600-h/EDBE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315248069051275490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON9Rjh2OI/AAAAAAAAABw/GdwI1UqLq_M/s320/EDBE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2138241531975289285?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2138241531975289285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2138241531975289285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2138241531975289285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/ScON96zShUI/AAAAAAAAACI/VNdNVBJlMRY/s72-c/EdBella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2836689305908438119</id><published>2009-03-18T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:19:27.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BUSY'/><title type='text'>Busy and Twilight</title><content type='html'>So, My little brother and I made a deal: I pogo on his Vertigo, and he comes to Community Theater with me.  HA! So, what came of my pogoing?  1. A nice concussion  2. A crack in the bone on my inner ankel (That "SHOULD" heal itself. What does that mean?) 3. The ability to rub in that my little bro. really does like the theater and has fun.  :) YUP!&lt;br /&gt;I have practice pretty much 3 days a week, 'cept next week. It's spring break.  I might only have 2 days of practice next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little late, But Stephenie Meyer updated her Website on the 16th and the 17th saying that she is doing an event to benifit a book buyer who has cancer.  YAY STEPH!  And a reminder for Cathrine Hardwicke's Directors Notebook's release.  YAY FANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors playing the roles of the werewolves were named.  To be honest I am a little nervous about some of them. I don't know why but the wolves are one way the movie could absolutely suck.  Also, how will they make the people 'explode' into a 'horse sized wolf'? YAY WOLVES! Also, when Edward leaves in the movie, we arn't going to have to watch scenes of him curled up in a ball right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I read all that today, I am very behind in Twilight Times... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS FRIDAY!!!  DVD RELEASE!  I'm really excited to see all the bonus feat...   and of course haveing MOVIE EDWARD on demand. I like Movie Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Side Note: Recently I have been tryin' real hard not to say BAD words... Instead I say things like Holy Edward!  and Jazz it! or my favorite Emm ett! (he he) and sometimes when I need a really 'creative sentence' It might go someing like:  Holy Edwarding, Jasper Emmett Roselie Hale!  You scared the Twilight out of me. fun right? NO!  People either look at me crazy or ignore it and pretend I had an episode.  It's a disease, I made it one just now.  It's Twilight Syndrome.  It means that most everything you say will either be directly or indirectly related to Twilight.  :) wait, no.  I have a disease i'm :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2836689305908438119?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2836689305908438119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-and-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2836689305908438119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2836689305908438119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-and-twilight.html' title='Busy and Twilight'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2168092291658019499</id><published>2009-03-15T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:33:16.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comm Theater'/><title type='text'>Community Theater</title><content type='html'>I am apparently very good at evading actually answering questions.  I was asked 'Are you a solo-est'  Answer: "If I say yes, and I am not as good as I thought I was then I seem conceded, If I say no and I am better than I think then I am demoting myself."  the reply "That is actually, the best answer to a question, and it isn't even an answer."  ;)  So now I have to 'try out' for a solo part...   Yay me...  :)  I had fun tiday but now I have practice for the thig at lest 3 times a week...  Which in turn means switching put the twilight soundtrack for the CD with the songs on it.  It means less reading Twilight, and reading the lyrics to all the songs...  It means I have less time... A lot less if I am this serious... HA! My mom jumped on board last minute, she isn't gonna kill me for this: In two weeks if I stop posting completely... it means either I didn't pay the cabel company, or that I was killed by a really angry mom for listening to "Greased Lightining" 1 to  many times.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2168092291658019499?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2168092291658019499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/community-theater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2168092291658019499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2168092291658019499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/community-theater.html' title='Community Theater'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3482948704133783188</id><published>2009-03-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:48:28.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And Comm Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilightish News'/><title type='text'>Woot! The Twilight Saga's NEW MOON</title><content type='html'>SO,  The Twilight Saga's New Moon to start filming Monday? As in TOMORROW?  OH YAY!  I'm really excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't have the link because my stupid old as Edward computer won't open another Internet Explorer, but Rob did an Interview where he talked about his movie Little Ashes.  He said that it was akward to film the gay sex scenes since there were lots of people who spoke a different language laughing and gigglin'.   I think I would either mentally die or laugh my a$$ off if I was there, Not to mention be EXTREMLY uncomfortable.  So to add another Rob to my list of Robs NOT to meet:  Meeting a naked Rob... No Wait, hmmm, no meeting a naked Rob while a bunch of spanish people are gigglin' and there are lots of camera's around.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY FOR LIE:  Go to Community Theater.  Audition for a part in their 'A Salute to Broadway'  Why oh why did I have to insist on this?  I am almost freaking out.  Almost.  GAH!  I freaked out this morning when I woke up, then I couldn't decide what to wear.  :(  I never worry about this stuff.  Acting before was always just a fun thing with a bunch of my friends for me and them.  I am going into the Theater blind! I dunno what song their doing, I don't know the people here.  So this is the ultamite 'for me' acting thing I have ever done.  PLUS I haven't ever sang on stage before, so that'll be weird. I hardly ever sing anywhere outside my bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3482948704133783188?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3482948704133783188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/woot-twilight-sagas-new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3482948704133783188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3482948704133783188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/woot-twilight-sagas-new-moon.html' title='Woot! The Twilight Saga&apos;s NEW MOON'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8652932011263585783</id><published>2009-03-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:42:55.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrecked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kind long'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilightish'/><title type='text'>My Non Twilight Weekend- Stan the Mini Van Memorial</title><content type='html'>So, Friday my step brother and his wife came over to "Steal" me to "babysit" which really means that Lie was going over to their house to laugh and hang out after the kids went to sleep.  YAY out of the house.  We watched some Movies, Wild Hogs and then Unbreakable, and then since he had challenged me to a completely NON-TWILIGHT 2 days (Friday and Saturday) I wasn't allowed to watch the 4th Harry Potter movie because of Edward. So we watched the 1st one. :)  I sprouted of lots of fun-facts about Harry Potter and Just comon knowledge stuff because I was bored, but everytime I started to sy a fact about anything twilight he took a dollar from me...  I started out with 25$ and If I stayed Twilight Free for the duration of my stay I could keep it.  I slipped up a few times.  I had 19.50 when I left his house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THE not so FUN PART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So My mom called at around 11:30 this morning. She wanted me to come home early so she could go too the DMV. I agreed and we left his house at Just before noon.  When we got to the road I live on I saw a new black mini van in the ditch.  We had just bought a new blsck mini van.  Mom didn't wait for Lie.  She crashed the 3 day old mini van into the ditch.  Poor Poor Stan the Mini Van...  Well as we passed it i said to my brother "Oh God! Thats not ours, right?" and he looked and said "I really F---ing hope not."  Then we passed my Mom and Littlest sister walking to the house...  In my head  *Oh, F---! I'm dead, i'm dead. I sould have called My brother out for the outragous lie they told to  "steal" me.  No, not that I should have come home sooner...* What I said "Are you ok? Tell me you got a plate number."  Then I almost had the biggest panick attack in the history of me.  I wasn't freaking because they crashed or how mad people would get, I don't really know what triggered it but I was freaking out because of everything I had lost. It really hit in that second that I wouldn't ever see Mikkiey again.  Great timing right? I have a great guy now, hell i'm still a Kid pretty much, but My head played the phone call that I had with Mik saying Please Stay, Knowing he would hate me for leaving him again. I replayed the frantic call of my best friend Nathan, and then the time when Nate dropped the phone and tried to save Mikkiey.  I heard everything in perfect clarity.  I had to rehear my Everythings last minutes, and what he said to me.  How perfect... Now since explaining that would make me sound crazy to my Mother I will just let them think i'm angry...  My Brother and his wife seem to be the olny ones concerned that I bottled up a huge panic attack...  They say I should just let go.  Not gonna happen by now this would be a full blown call 911 she ain't breathing she needs sedated panic attack.  I don't want that to happen: 1 for me, It sucks 2 for my little brothers and sister because being driven away in an ambulance would scare the heck out of them 3 My Mother thinks I fake them. Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did to feel better? I totally read Twilight.  Already today.  And all the best parts in the other three books... I deffinatly cheated on my no twilight diet... ;)   Yup and I am happy I did.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunatly everyone is fine, 'cept maybe me, but I've lived through worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8652932011263585783?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8652932011263585783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-non-twilight-weekend-stan-mini-van.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8652932011263585783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8652932011263585783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-non-twilight-weekend-stan-mini-van.html' title='My Non Twilight Weekend- Stan the Mini Van Memorial'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3660979207831234607</id><published>2009-03-12T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:06:26.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEHEHE'/><title type='text'>So... today was very UNeventful and some rants</title><content type='html'>Today for me was very normal. I woke up at 4, like always, then at 6 I got my little brothers and sisters ready for school which really only means going into said rooms and shakin' the kid awake because nothing short of Dora the Freakin Explorer, or The Wiggles -btw/side rant  I do not like the new Yellow wiggle. I think his name is Paul.  I am unhappy with his performance and everything else.  Not that I do not like the guy I have nothing aginst him personally, but he took my favorite wiggle away :(  I liked Greg He was OMFPEC AWESOME!  new wiggle, you are creepy to the max=ish-- okay sorry done... ANYWAY unless said character came in every morining and preformed for them LIVE they would sleep Till just after it's too late for their bus.  So after everyone was gone I went back to reading THE HOST for like the 45th time... Then I wrote stuff for my story that turned into absolute crap... Every way I turn and different plot points i add and take away HE FREAKIN DIES!  ARG.   anyway thats it.  Oh, I had to make dinner...  I made my awesome Beeftips with Homeade Noodles.. I do not eat them but other do enjoy.   I think Tu Morrow I will go to Wal-Mart.  No fun links, I will however Tu Morrow have a very link riddles post about how awesome The Host is.... Because If Edward didn't Exist (Or Jacob for that matter) I would Deffinatly go with IAN who I can see cast as a Drew Fuller looking guy, or the guy from Jericho, he is Yum... Like Deisel from The Between the Numbers Novels by Janet Evanovich...  I like Books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3660979207831234607?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3660979207831234607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-today-was-very-uneventful-and-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3660979207831234607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3660979207831234607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-today-was-very-uneventful-and-some.html' title='So... today was very UNeventful and some rants'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-5824800604023248244</id><published>2009-03-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:19:21.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOOKs'/><title type='text'>:) Book Suggestion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbgABEdSQEI/AAAAAAAAABg/EUAnqIOafOQ/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311995778859941954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbgABEdSQEI/AAAAAAAAABg/EUAnqIOafOQ/s400/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys, this is my favorite book of all time and I just re-read it today. It is called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rose-Sadie-Rosie-C-McGowan/dp/0595133371/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1236794095&amp;amp;sr=1-12"&gt;A Rose for Sadie By Rosie C. McGowan&lt;/a&gt;. The Book is Sadie telling one of the workers in her huge house about her life, but her life has had some interseting twists. It's a super sad book but I think if more people knew about it, It would be way popular. It is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rose-Sadie-Rosie-C-McGowan/dp/0595133371/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1236794095&amp;amp;sr=1-12"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;at Amazon if you would like to take a look.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?r=1&amp;amp;ISBN=9780595133376&amp;amp;ourl=A%2DRose%2Dfor%2DSadie%2FRosie%2DMcgowan"&gt;You can also find it at Barnes and Nobel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I believe ALL of the actors are in Vancouver for rehersals. (It is van right? not some other place?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-5824800604023248244?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/5824800604023248244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-suggestion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5824800604023248244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5824800604023248244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-suggestion.html' title=':) Book Suggestion'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbgABEdSQEI/AAAAAAAAABg/EUAnqIOafOQ/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3773056023963392531</id><published>2009-03-10T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:50:50.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am mildly offended now'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.twifessions.blogspot.com"&gt;Twifessions&lt;/a&gt; posted this earlier... I think it is really gross and creepy... and are wombs suppoed to be that egg like? Did Nessie hatch? Seriously?  Her WOMB?  Why not her heart?  A lion and a lamb? Why in the hell? what would inspire someone to make this? (sorry for person who made this if you read this)  I think that Womb replica's shouldn;t be made for characters in books or movies...  They should ALWAYS be anonymous replica's and they should ONLY be for like hospitals and doctor's oddices next to the creepy sexual organ replicas... or to educate...  THIS IS NOT EDUCATIONAL OR RIGHT.  IT'S NOT FUNNY, IT IS ACTUALLY KIND OF OFFENCIVE. I am mildly offended by this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbdCFuFaJHI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZnCWSltQLVs/s1600-h/wee+eww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311786951544284274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbdCFuFaJHI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZnCWSltQLVs/s320/wee+eww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3773056023963392531?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3773056023963392531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twifessions-posted-this-earlier.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3773056023963392531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3773056023963392531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twifessions-posted-this-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbdCFuFaJHI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZnCWSltQLVs/s72-c/wee+eww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-5021598457653068436</id><published>2009-03-10T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:40:59.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFPEC! I FORGOT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.twifessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I said at Twifessions that I would give them a little linky thing! I forgot! so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also Song to checkout for you guys today is APOCALYPTICA - I'm Not Jesus  Feat. Corey Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!  E-mail me @ &lt;a href="mailto:writeasrayne@gmail.com"&gt;writeasrayne@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like. I try to answer most of my e-mail I don't get to many Luv U guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-5021598457653068436?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/5021598457653068436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/omfpec-i-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5021598457653068436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/5021598457653068436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/omfpec-i-forgot.html' title='OMFPEC! I FORGOT!!!!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8756441699328524249</id><published>2009-03-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:24:02.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Date  REALLY LONG SORRY'/><title type='text'>Hey Guys! My Date....</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,  So I went on a date with my guy tonight. His name is Eric, we've been datein' for about a year.  He is the best boyfriend!!!   First before I tell you about tonights disaster i'll tell you about a Twilight Themed date he took me on about 3 months ago for my Birthday.  REALLY LONG post, tomorrow I'll tell you today's date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Goes back in time*&lt;br /&gt;So, It's December 20th, the day before my birthday.  It is also a saturday.  So I have been obsessed with Twilight for a REALLY long time.  For WEEKS Eric kept saying "Your birthday, AHH you'll love it, I wish time would speed up! I just can't wait to see your face."  He said it for him, and to taunt me.   So I woke up freaking out... Our date started at 1:30... So, he usually drives a little cute Ranger...  I love his truck, It's nice.   I was expecting it to come pick me up, but no.  I saw a silver volvo comming up the drive way, not just any silver volvo, but FREAKING EDWARD CULLENS VOLVO!  He rented it for the weekend!  It was Movie Edwards Volvo and not the S60R, but Really he rented Eddie's volvo for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see this Volvo drive up and I'm wareing dark jeans and a dressy-ish top, with sort-of dress up heels. -I'm not a girl who wares dresses and Skirts and REALLY dresses up.- My mom made me wait inside but I usually go outside and throw my arms around him to hug him, and he always kisses the top of my head then he would walk me inside to tell my Step Dad I wouldn't be out late. (I wasn't 18 yet, not that It makes much difference.) So I'm already jumping up and down waiting for him-and the car.  He rang the doorbell and it was all snoy-sunny cold out.  He was COVERED head to toe -well his face and arms- in sparkels.  I screamed and hugged him.  He laughed and kissed the top of my head as is custom in front of my parents I DO NOT think my Step-Dad would take well to the make out hello...  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he washed off the sparkels because he was getting them EVERYWHERE and I insisted because I didn't want the evidince of where his hands may or maynot touch my clothing.... HA.  So he opened my door at the car and WOULD NOT tell me where we are going... That didn't bother me that much because he was Edward that day.  lol.  We listened to the Twilight sound track in the car, then we listened to Claire de Lune (We drove for 30 minutes, he skipped some songs).  So my date was already Twilight filled.  He pulled off a little road with a bunch of woods all around.  He said we had to "Walk a ways through the woods, there IS a path though babe, I promise.  Well at least part of the way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk on the path for 10 minutes then hooked off the path for about an hour...  in dressy shoes. through the woods. with a still half sparkely boyfriend. on a twilight themed date. IT WAS AWSOME! So, after an hour of walking I see our destination.  It was a little meadow with yellow and purple wildflowers.  It was beautiful!  He had a little picnic set up, with cute little sandwhiches and stuff. We stayed in the Meadow for about an hour and a half then we started back to the car.  He carried all of the picnic stuff in a pack that was there. It was about 6 o'clock when we got back to the car.  So It was a little bit dark.  He said there was a couple mosr stops for us to make. I was all ready completely happy with what he had set up... and there was more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Next stop we went to see Twilight AGAIN!  I love Him so so so much for that.  It was like my 11th time seeing it and he had gone with me once before with a groupe but had to leave because his mom needed to be picked up from the airport. :( So we saw Twilight and left the Theatre at a little befor 9 o'clock.  Normally I'd have to be home at 9:30 with him but it was my 18th birthday and as long as I came home before sunrise I was in the clear... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the NEXT part of the date we were still a little early, so we grabbed some Micky-D's (McDonalds -sp?-)  and then drove to the Communtiy theature in the town I loive in.  I was like OMFPE, what are we doing here?  There is also a small Ballet studio in the back of the theature. ;)  He walked me through the doors and as I imagined, to the Studio.  There was a little lighted gezebo there and a stereo.  He started the music and we danced for an hour... it was about 10:30 when we stopped danccing and he asked how he was doing with the date.  I thought I was going to CRY really I did.  Then I tear did fall down my cheek and I said "Perfect, you are perfect... My Perfect"    He smiled at that and said that there was still one more thing before he took me home and it was outside, and it might take some time so he pulled out a really long winter coat for me and it's mans copy... We walked outside and climbed the escape ladder to the roof, where there was some blankey's laid down so we could look at the stars and a little tiny table with TONS AND TONS of candles with Mushroom Ravioli...  It was still warm too... We ate and looked at the stars  until after midnight then, In the Middle of a pretty leading kiss that I was about to break off my phone rang...  How crappy is that?   It's all romantic and everything has gone perfect, and then we kiss and my phone rings,  We had kissed before this but this was a nice kiss, slow and building and then, BAM! only it wan't Emeril seasoning food. It was my MOM  I answered barely breathing... haha...  and the convo i swear went like this  "Lie, are you haveing sex?"   "What? Mom!! No, we are looking at the stars and it's like 14 degree's outside why would I get naked enough for sex?"   "Well If you to do have sex don't forget to wear protection, Lie baby... Please Be Safe."   "Jeez mom, I'm going to hang up, I'll be home sometime soon Love you."   "Wait, Lie your not gonna have sex?  After he planned all that? You just arn't?"  Then I hung up.  My mood went from Romance to OMFPEC my mom just critisized me for NOT putting out... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard most of the convo... He was like so,  "We are supposed to do it? Ha, your mom is a crack up. I really Love you Lie but, I'm not ready for that. are you okay with that baby?"&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was totally fine and Not ready for sex either, It has destroyed ALOT in my life and I don't want to loose E.   So We talked ofr a while longer and he took jme hime at around 4 O'clock.  My Step Dad was just leaving for work and E walked me to the door and Kissed me, we were mid AWESOME kiss when My Step dad stepped putside which neither of us heard and whacked him on the back of his head Gibbs Style....  He said "Hey, how are you two?  Did you have fun Lie, He had ellaborate plans, I hope everything went well.  And Boy, if I find out your hands, or any part of you got to part of her that  underware cover I'll take'em off."   For jokes Eric grabbed my @$$ at that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Baring with me through my explantion of the BEST date in the HISTORY OF FOREVER!!!!! love ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8756441699328524249?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8756441699328524249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-guys-my-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8756441699328524249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8756441699328524249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-guys-my-date.html' title='Hey Guys! My Date....'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-7119609714461030178</id><published>2009-03-10T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:04:38.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Lauren blogged her "convo" with Rob, I will tell you which Rob's would be ok to meet.  For me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HA! So I was just over at Laurens Bite...  She doesn't EVER want to meet Rob.  She has perfectly good reasons, and I respect her choice, however, I don't agree.  There are plenty of different sides to Rob, and situations where meeting him would be bad. Bare with me here I mean no offence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So drunk he gets google-y eyes Rob.  &gt; NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So Hi, I'm Lie" I'd say- his reply "...Hi, (Mumbles and grumbles words that don't make sence)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While lots of fangirls are screaming and he's thinking "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When do I get to leave?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aka Annoyed Rob.&lt;/span&gt; &gt; NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hi, I'm Lie." - "Hi, what do you want? A signature?  A picture?" he asks all annoyed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rob at a signing, where the above happens. &gt; NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hi,..." get cuts off- "Hi, Here, NEXT!" I really don't know if he'd be that way but I'd be pissed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rob anywhere that a toilet is within 5 feet. &gt; NO &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Um, Hi. I'm Lie I was just in the bathroom where the girl in the stall next to me didn't wash her hands." -He'd answer "Um, that's great I was just on my way to go pee, if you'll excuse me" - Then I would blert out something like "Have fun" then think &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Crap well Book Edward said "No, have fun works as well as anything" guess he didn't count the potty*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, Meeting Rob while in a hurry. &gt; NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hi" I'd say "Hi, how are you today? Do you like music?" *Crap, I could blow off picking my mother up from the airport to talk to Rob, but she might get lost*  "I'm sorry I have to go."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or while/just after an embaracing moment. &gt; NO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He would say "Hi i'm Robert."   I would run from the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WOULD LOVE TO MEET ROB AT THE SUPERMARKET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Would love to meet Rob walking a dog that never has to go potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would love to meet Rob somewhere like a parking lot with a flat tire, then hopefully either he would help fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I might *if he doesn't get pissed* like to meet Rob after he runs his car into mine because he himself admits he can't drive here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would like to meet Rob somewhere nothing could go wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that is my take on meeting Rob.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I am listening to Blue October, and I am DIEIN' to have a non acustic version of "MY NEVER"  :(  I can really see how it goes with Jacob in BD.  HAHA, it's a lil' face with sun glasses and a huge smile, anywhats In Breaking Dawn on page 355 like Stephenie said... :(  So sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:&gt;    &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-7119609714461030178?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/7119609714461030178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-lauren-blogged-her-convo-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7119609714461030178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/7119609714461030178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-lauren-blogged-her-convo-with.html' title='Because Lauren blogged her &quot;convo&quot; with Rob, I will tell you which Rob&apos;s would be ok to meet.  For me.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-184674604417473067</id><published>2009-03-09T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:17:09.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renesme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><title type='text'>Twilight-ish News and my thoughts on Names</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/"&gt;babynames.com&lt;/a&gt; lists the name &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/Names/name_display.php?id=9995"&gt;Renesmee&lt;/a&gt; as a name.  Is it really all that suprisein' seriously?  I mean she is a MAJOR character in a best selling YA novel that crosses into the adult audiunce. It kind of makes sence.  For it to be listed on some name websites, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.babynames.com"&gt;babynames.com &lt;/a&gt;isn't just for parents naming their kids.  How many of you looked up your own name there? Or a friends name for the meaning? How many writers have used the site to either look up the meaning of a name or to dare I say it name a character for the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the name fits with the CHARACTER.  In the story it works, but in any real and true form- as in "Honey, I'm going to have a baby girl and we are naming her &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/Names/name_display.php?id=9995"&gt;Renesmee&lt;/a&gt;!"-It DOES NOT work. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No Offence if you did name your daughter Renesme, it is a cute name, but not for real life. Kinda like the Celeb Baby Names. For a list of strange Celeb Baby names &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/Names/Celebrities/celebrity-babies.php#top"&gt;CLICKY&lt;/a&gt;.  My favorites are the thrid under M and the second to last under M.  Sorry Babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning is a big DUH - Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/Names/name_display.php?id=3337"&gt;Renee`&lt;/a&gt; = Reborn   +   &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/name/ESME"&gt;Esme&lt;/a&gt; = Loved - Therefore  &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/Names/name_display.php?id=9995"&gt;Renesmee&lt;/a&gt; = Reborn and loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This formula also works with other names, want some examples?&lt;br /&gt;Neeolona = New Light.   Why?  Neeo (&lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/name/NEO"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt;)=New and &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/name/LONA"&gt;Lona&lt;/a&gt;=Light&lt;br /&gt;Cainadie = A Nobel Craftsmen. Why?  &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/name/CAIN"&gt;Cain&lt;/a&gt; = Craftsmen and &lt;a href="http://www.babynames.com/name/ADIE"&gt;Adie&lt;/a&gt; = Nobel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to play with names I think if I ever have a girl I would name her Cainadie (CANE-ADD-Y) if I have a boy I really like the names Caden and Carlisle. So my top 4-2 girls 2 boys-kids names. The names after the - are alt middle names, I don't know which I like best. I'm most unsure of Charrley's middle name. I'm most positive about Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1G. Cainadie Esme-Angel&lt;br /&gt;1B. Caden Emmett-Rayne&lt;br /&gt;2G.Charrley Evangeline-Evan-Ever&lt;br /&gt;2B. Carlisle Ehren  (Alt spelling of Aaron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll post again later today, SEE you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-184674604417473067?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/184674604417473067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-ish-news-and-my-thoughts-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/184674604417473067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/184674604417473067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-ish-news-and-my-thoughts-on.html' title='Twilight-ish News and my thoughts on Names'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-8964201273718788277</id><published>2009-03-08T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:26:00.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing and Rambelig'/><title type='text'>So, umm I wrote this, I dunno if anyone will like it.</title><content type='html'>So I wrote this, yeah it's kinda morbid. I'm sorry if I offend anyone. I wrote it for my best friend who &lt;a href="http://www.socialstudiesmadesimple.com/teen_suicide.htm"&gt;killed himself&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everything"&gt;He was my everything&lt;/a&gt;.  I left him, so in turn he left me in a more final way.  If you look at it from his perspective, His afterlife is timeless, so if I beleived like him, he would be waiting for me to join him in a place where time neither existes or is needed, so 50 years for me would be nothing for him.  His afterlife also is whatever that person would love most, either Family or riches, Love or Hate. This afterlife is whatever you want most in your life. It's a reflection of yourself. Give and Take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note on the line 'Think of our son' No, I do not have a son. It is a referance to something only someone who knows me can understand, but It does refer to a little boy names 'Charrley Cole Jackson*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say stay&lt;br /&gt;I need you here&lt;br /&gt;Your last words cut me more deeply&lt;br /&gt;Than the day I told you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;How in the hell could you&lt;br /&gt;Take your self out&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me here alone&lt;br /&gt;Think of our son&lt;br /&gt;Think of your daughter&lt;br /&gt;They'll grow up without a father&lt;br /&gt;How did you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the most fun&lt;br /&gt;They arn't the only ones&lt;br /&gt;Think about her&lt;br /&gt;Think about Wife-y&lt;br /&gt;Think about me&lt;br /&gt;You know I lied to you&lt;br /&gt;Love runs much deeper&lt;br /&gt;Than blood or ashes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can take that away&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved&lt;br /&gt;Said you were sorry&lt;br /&gt;And now you are dying&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please Please Baby Lie&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me softly&lt;br /&gt;It's just a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;In your arms again&lt;br /&gt;It's just a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me softly&lt;br /&gt;Promise you didn't die for me&lt;br /&gt;Lie, Lie,&lt;br /&gt;These are the lies 2 tell me.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I can find all the words I'll post the lyrics to a song my friends and I did together.   I wrote the lyrics and my friend Nathan wrote the music.  I won't post the music though.  It was called 'Charrley's Lullaby'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-8964201273718788277?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/8964201273718788277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-umm-i-wrote-this-i-dunno-if-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8964201273718788277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/8964201273718788277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-umm-i-wrote-this-i-dunno-if-anyone.html' title='So, umm I wrote this, I dunno if anyone will like it.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-4200891147811370487</id><published>2009-03-08T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:47:06.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOOKs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date tonight'/><title type='text'>Today:</title><content type='html'>So I went to the bookstore today, Thinking 'I am going to have to replace Fearless Fourteen by  Janet Evanovich.'  Well I got to the store and my eyes buldged so far out I might have had to pick them up off the floor.   They wanted 30$ for a book that's more then 6months old!  So I bought a book that costed less then 6$ (I'm a little poor at the moment) It's called HAVOC by Jack DuBurl.  I read the first few chapters it is pretty good book, I don't know yet though.  &lt;br /&gt;No old ladies chased me today but tonight, My sometimes Boyfriend is going to take me out to dinner.-2 N's?- &lt;br /&gt;So, my little sister, whilst comparing Eric to Edward's Sparkely-ness reveled that... Lie has a tattoo, to my mother.  (She also wrecked a tiny Edward and erased my plans for almost a week at the same time) So today my mother, who had not seen the tattoo herself yet because she refused point blank, saw my tattoo.   It says "My Man Sparkles"  It's in a blod twilight-y text and has sparkels in the lettering.   *Hits self in head for dropping her camera out of the boat*   Well It is really small-ish and under/across the inside of my right ankel.  Seriously, It can be covered with a sock, or shoe.  Or even mistaken for a mark I accidently made.  It's not what I was originally going to get but the " " I want is a little pricy...   So my mom looks at my ankel and as says something to the effect of "OMFPEC!  I cannot  believe you would defile your body that way."   Okay so she really didn't say OMFPEC but, hey....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-4200891147811370487?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/4200891147811370487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/4200891147811370487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/4200891147811370487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today:'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6165489602928058647</id><published>2009-03-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:36:09.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mean Ass Old Lady'/><title type='text'>What do you think?  Mean Old lady.</title><content type='html'>Does anybody else think that some of the twilight fans (Myself included) are absolutly insane?  I mean I went to Hot Topic today wareing a shirt with the quote "I wondered- would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up." I sware my shirt said Twilight NOWHERE on it and like 8 people came up to me and were like "You read Twilight." "Who's Team are you on?" "Where did you get your shirt it is cool" and so on... In case you didn't know the quote is from Breaking Dawn Book Two.  Jacob thinks it... I AM NOT TEAM JACOB, NOR AM I TEAM EDWARD!  I am TEAM HAPPY WITH THE WAY THE COUPLES STAND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My questioning continued until a little old lady whacked me in my shins with her cane and said "Leave your suicidal thought in your head you little (Called me a mean S word that ended in 'ut').  My Granddaughter doesn't need to (F-ing) learn about your (F-ing) new life or death fetishes. Get your (mean W name) @$$ out of my site before I have to call the God Damned Security (F-ers) to remove you from it. Or I guess you could just Blow them."   She dropped more F bombs at me than any old lady in the history of forever.  I didn't know what to do... I was angry and I knew If I  even raised my VOICE like she did I could get hauled away by rebt a cops... And MANY bystanders had come to buffer me away from the lady.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have done? I filled out a report but what is complaining to 'The Man' about some old lady really going to do... I mean I didn't know her name or anything so It really did no good.&lt;br /&gt;What should I have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6165489602928058647?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6165489602928058647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-think-mean-old-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6165489602928058647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6165489602928058647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-think-mean-old-lady.html' title='What do you think?  Mean Old lady.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2799241235655329058</id><published>2009-03-07T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:09:21.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephenie Meyer'/><title type='text'>STEPH'S Website Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HEY ALL. I'm pretty sure you all know by now that Seth, Stephenie Meyer's little brother/Webmaster, had UPDATED her site, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www,stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Stepheniemeyer.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The update was for Cathrine Hardwicke's upcoming book &lt;em&gt;Twilight: Director's Notebook&lt;/em&gt;, which drops on March 17th, I believe.  There is a two-page spread from the book that has some photo's of the actors as well as some story board drawigs.  You can see the pages in the directors notebooke by clicking on this word: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/tdnspread.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;RANDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes some random word will be a link to something that I enjoyed reading recently or found funny, sometimes they will be to sites, other to pictures.  Maybe even to secret messages from Me, Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2799241235655329058?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2799241235655329058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/stephs-website-updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2799241235655329058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2799241235655329058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/stephs-website-updated.html' title='STEPH&apos;S Website Updated'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-3945726330926315154</id><published>2009-03-07T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:23:36.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight news; funny story'/><title type='text'>Today I have the abridged version of a story for you.</title><content type='html'>Guess what?  *OMFPEC!* So I stayed over at my older brothers house last night and he was drinking some beer, well he didn't have a bottle opener... so ge used a butter knife. After about 3 beers I discovered, attached to the front of his automatic can opener, a bottle opener. He is such an Idiot. I couldn't stop laughing at him! I was reading him the story I was writing because he wanted to hear it and didn't think he's be able to read after ONE HALF of a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Oh My Freaking Pocket Edward Cullen* Please let it be shown that I- Lie- Am the first person to say  OMFPEC!  I also said it in the Comments on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.laurensbite.blogspot.com"&gt;LAURENS BITE,&lt;/a&gt; one of my favorite Blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how him and I standing in the kitchen with him trying to opening his third beer went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I can't believe you don't have an opener"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I thought these were twist off lids"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Twist off lids are for P*$$y's"&lt;br /&gt;*I see the opener as he is struggleing with the butter knife because he is slightly tipsy at this point, so I snatch up his unopened beer and use the opener and hand it back in about half a sec*&lt;br /&gt;Him: "What the Hell?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "B o t t l e O p e n e r, See it works like this." (Speaking the words slowly, drawing out the moment because of all the cussing and groaning that went into the first two beers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laugh for 20 minutes at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWILIGHT NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota Fanning is for serious going to play JANE! I think this is great. Jane in my head was anything like Dakota, but I think she will be able to pull it off. No she won't just pull it off she will do REALLY REALLY AWESOME! She is 15! She'll be great, looking at her body of work she can deffinatly pull off the role, and she won't over power the lesser known actors just because we know who she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so grown up but still child like. &lt;br /&gt;Her face is perfect for the smileing Jane.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair will probaably be dyed dark though&lt;br /&gt;Now who will play her TWIN BROTHER-Alec-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbNFoqqinoI/AAAAAAAAABA/ym71I1ADeag/s1600-h/Dakota.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310664950549749378" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbNFoqqinoI/AAAAAAAAABA/ym71I1ADeag/s320/Dakota.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-3945726330926315154?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/3945726330926315154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-have-abridged-version-of-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3945726330926315154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/3945726330926315154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-have-abridged-version-of-story.html' title='Today I have the abridged version of a story for you.'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/SbNFoqqinoI/AAAAAAAAABA/ym71I1ADeag/s72-c/Dakota.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-6662107846190321800</id><published>2009-03-05T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:42:31.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Okay, today I am going to start re-reading&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THE HOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer. It is one of my favorites.  It is my favorite book by Stephenie Meyer, she really can change completely for the story, from Flamably Awesome Vamps to Souls...  Luv U Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finished &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUM SPOOKY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the 10th time. It is a great one from Janet Evanovich. I love the Deisel and Steph relationship! It's so funny. I also read the first chapter of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINGER LICKIN' FIFTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; posted on &lt;a href="http://www.evanovich.com/"&gt;Janet's Website&lt;/a&gt;. I won't spoiler anything, but OME! The first page of the first chapter something REALLY REALLY bad happens to Lula... REALLY REALLY bad also makes for VERY VERY funny. The whole section is hilarious, and totally Stephenie. I just have one thing to say that was in the preview... Stupid Peanut Butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all not a bad morning, woke up at 4 freakin' O'clock, turned on the TV-god forbid I miss &lt;em&gt;Gargoyles-&lt;/em&gt; and set to writing the next few pages of a story I got in my head that took the biggest freakin' turn and I have to re-work EVERYTHING! So as Janet says on her website I will "Stare at the computer screen until something appears." HAHA, If only it were that easy, the words for what happens come harder than what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my favorite Twilight Promo Pic.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he Hot?Rob is Really hot... there is no ?&lt;br /&gt;His finger kinda look like he was playin' in the&lt;br /&gt;dirt just before the picture was taken though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_U9nRr1cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ax-N4lFFaEE/s1600-h/EdBella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309696640673371586" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_U9nRr1cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ax-N4lFFaEE/s320/EdBella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-6662107846190321800?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/6662107846190321800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6662107846190321800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/6662107846190321800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_U9nRr1cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ax-N4lFFaEE/s72-c/EdBella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2829987267593788516</id><published>2009-03-04T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:15:45.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn it Jack.. Why do my Tiny people keep dien'?</title><content type='html'>My Tiny Eddie was joining my shelf of Tiny People, there's some Losties, Spidy, some other super hero's and then there is Edward Cullen Tiny Person... He either keeps getting wrecked or killing my other Tiny people.  (To my first Tiny Eddie-Baby sister painted him with sparkey nail polishe, then proceded to reveal to my mother that all men should sparkel because my shirt said men sparkel, my BF showed up covered in sparkels and took me on a twilight themed date for out Anniversary, and then she said it "And even your tattoo says that men sparkel"... Mommy didn't know her little girl got a tattoo, and then was appaled that It says "My Man Sparkels")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2829987267593788516?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2829987267593788516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/darn-it-jack-why-do-my-tiny-people-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2829987267593788516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2829987267593788516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/darn-it-jack-why-do-my-tiny-people-keep.html' title='Darn it Jack.. Why do my Tiny people keep dien&apos;?'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-742962323870624762</id><published>2009-03-04T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:51:15.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Pattinson'/><title type='text'>Some Rob News, and No Solomon for New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa8Qy7w4P2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v9BCac_PEVQ/s1600-h/ed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309480952915312482" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa8Qy7w4P2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v9BCac_PEVQ/s320/ed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OME, how Hot is rob here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROB NEWS: Slightly late comming.&lt;br /&gt;Rob's movie-How to be, Will feature 4 songs from Rob.&lt;br /&gt;They are all songs he sings in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also NEW MOON news-&lt;br /&gt;Solomon Trimble will not come back to reprise his role in&lt;br /&gt;New Moon.  IMO- He had one line in the movie, and most&lt;br /&gt;non-twilight readers didn't even know he was playing Sam.&lt;br /&gt;I do not think this will be a huge change at all, not that Solomon&lt;br /&gt;isn't a good actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-742962323870624762?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/742962323870624762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-rob-news-and-no-solomon-for-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/742962323870624762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/742962323870624762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-rob-news-and-no-solomon-for-new.html' title='Some Rob News, and No Solomon for New Moon'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa8Qy7w4P2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v9BCac_PEVQ/s72-c/ed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387711287056843011.post-2390799087987741730</id><published>2009-03-04T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:44:43.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy writing day for lie'/><title type='text'>Post Number One : BAD FREAKIN' DAY</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had a crap day.  Do you wanna know what happened today? Well I'm ganna tell you anyways!  I got up to get my brothers and sisters on the bus to school. Not a bad start, then I went back to my hobbit hole, I.. I mean my room, to type up some of the Idea that poped into my head at 2 am. So I open my laptop and try to type out the title onto word, then tragity struck, The Title was  "New Point of View: Mikkiey's Past."  The Freakin' button on my keyboard flew up when I typed it and it proceded to hit me straight in the EYE BALL! then as I screamed and cussed in suprise I knocked my bottle of water all over my notebook where I keep my Ideas and my Story's...  That was all before 8 O'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to ease my pain, and irratation at my own clumsyness I Started to read Twilight for the 200th time.  Then a new Idea struck me, I wanted to write a blog where I read a book and then give it a review, not a Chapter by Chapter thing, but a rundown of what I read.  Then I decided I would also add losts of who's its and what's its.   Like LOTS about my love affair with a certain Vampire Named EDWARD CULLEN!  But the Completely twilight related blog scene is a little bit done so I thought that I would also throw in other fun stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/387711287056843011-2390799087987741730?l=lies2me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/feeds/2390799087987741730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-number-one-bad-freakin-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2390799087987741730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/387711287056843011/posts/default/2390799087987741730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lies2me.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-number-one-bad-freakin-day.html' title='Post Number One : BAD FREAKIN&apos; DAY'/><author><name>Lie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05724866951735549131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zByeRCPq0o/Sa_X3U84PzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9wlKrLnCE1I/S220/T.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
