<?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-10843869</id><updated>2012-01-31T19:40:40.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, my life, and a monkey.</title><subtitle type='html'>A little piece of the internet where a monkey can sit back and eat a banana</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-6683875056799887043</id><published>2009-03-19T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:25:10.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 5 Songs That Describe Me</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that as much as I love music, I tend to listen to and remember the songs that describe me or my life.  Her are my top 5 "Me" songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aD21JDMp86c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aD21JDMp86c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to this song.  All of the words describe how I feel but the line "when I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there" has always been "my line".  I was my hair with my eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lily Allen - The Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to be rich and famous.  But don't worry.  I won't really take my clothes off. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  College Humor - Awkward Rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nPeTfeFALk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nPeTfeFALk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do almost everything that they say in this song.  Kinda sad on my end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  College Humor - One Week Parody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsMGjCXG0c0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsMGjCXG0c0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its stupid but this song totally makes sense to me.  I can never get that song out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Coral - Dreaming of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRy8N1P1EUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRy8N1P1EUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has described how I've felt for almost my whole life.  Crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-6683875056799887043?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/6683875056799887043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=6683875056799887043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6683875056799887043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6683875056799887043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-top-5-songs-that-describe-me.html' title='My Top 5 Songs That Describe Me'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-134334343173719642</id><published>2008-12-05T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:19:29.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air</title><content type='html'>Scott and Caitlin at their best.  It may be a bit off but it still looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_6aQTwvk84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_6aQTwvk84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRn28S2XHmA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRn28S2XHmA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-134334343173719642?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/134334343173719642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=134334343173719642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/134334343173719642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/134334343173719642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='No Air'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-1993918678482356814</id><published>2008-10-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:51:18.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 Current Favorite Songs</title><content type='html'>I seem to go through favorites like a kid goes through a bag of candy.  I'm always trying to find new music but I tend to like the stuff that no one has ever heard of before.  And when I find something I like I listen to it over and over again for about three weeks.  Maybe thats why I'm always looking for something new.  Anyway, here are my top five songs for this month.  They will probably change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Most of these songs either have cussing or are a bit dirty, so, just be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-Cllgudbdj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-Cllgudbdj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/H4PUzUa/music/pBuvOMGG/panic_at_the_disco_i_write_sins_not_tragediesmp3/"&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies.mp3 - Panic At The Disco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The Heist by Incredibad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qx4Uk06gPk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qx4Uk06gPk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/H4PUzUa/music/0cru2vLj/incredibad_theheist/"&gt;TheHeist - Incredibad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Pretender by Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FWS40BALna/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FWS40BALna/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/H4PUzUa/music/Eh8pgvY2/foo_fighters_the_pretender/"&gt;The Pretender - Foo Fighters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get Like Me by Childish Gambino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jyBYFG1kCc/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jyBYFG1kCc/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/H4PUzUa/music/7T7sm0Dt/childish_gambino_get_like_memp3/"&gt;Get Like Me.mp3 - Childish Gambino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ka-Blamo by Incredibad/Lonely Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/eoRyhcjMkE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/eoRyhcjMkE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/H4PUzUa/music/Uweh5_Np/incredibad_kablamoshort/"&gt;KaBlamoShort - Incredibad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka-Blamo video.  It's the best.  My love is in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qn7duAZjP8w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qn7duAZjP8w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-1993918678482356814?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1993918678482356814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=1993918678482356814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1993918678482356814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1993918678482356814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-5-current-favorite-songs.html' title='My 5 Current Favorite Songs'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-7511589563822743834</id><published>2008-09-01T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:23:16.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading</title><content type='html'>I’m scared.  I’m so unsure what I’m supposed to be doing right now.  People keep telling me that I’m young and there for I don’t need to worry about the rest of my life, but I can’t stop.  If I’m so young, why do I feel like my time is running out?  Why do I feel like if I don’t make a decision, I’m going to end up living a life I never wanted?  I’m so worried that I’ll never get to do the things I always wanted to do.  I’m scared I’ll never go to college, or become an actress or a writer.  I’m scared I’ll never fall in love and get married.  I’m scared I’ll never get to have the children I always wanted.  I’m scared I’ll never make a difference.  I’m scared I’m fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to act like I’m fine.  I try to act like I’m feeling better.  But the truth is I go to bed most nights crying just to wake up the next day to do the same thing all over again.  I’m hurting inside and no one can see.  I feel so worthless.  I feel like no one really needs me.  I drown myself in my school work and my books just so I don’t have to think about how much my heart aches.  I stay in my room all day silently hoping that God would show me a sign that I’m not just a waste of space.  Although it’s hard to hear him talk to me with all the yelling from the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need a friend.  Someone to talk to; someone who cares.  I feel like I never see my mother anymore and my siblings don’t have time.  The only friends I had left either don’t understand or simply ignore me.  I just feel so alone.  I’ve written so much in the past few weeks, but most of it was just me rambling.  I hadn’t actually cried full heartedly and understood the reason in a long time until now.  It’s been all bottled up inside of me and now my shirt is wet and my cheeks are hot.  It hurts but at the same time I needed it.  I just wish this was the end of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-7511589563822743834?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/7511589563822743834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=7511589563822743834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/7511589563822743834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/7511589563822743834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/09/fading.html' title='Fading'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-5476671113560347516</id><published>2008-08-29T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:09:19.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=34640978"&gt;Unbelievable Dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=34640978,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=34640978,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-5476671113560347516?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/5476671113560347516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=5476671113560347516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5476671113560347516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5476671113560347516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/08/unbelievable-dinner.html' title='Unbelievable Dinner'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-3012947087471662389</id><published>2008-08-20T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:29:02.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Sea</title><content type='html'>I'm lost in a sea of confusion.  I'm not sure if I should follow the waves or try to paddle back to shore.  It feels like each wind is pulling me one way, each one becoming stronger by the minute.  My body feels like its going to rip in half if I don't choose.  But what if I choose the wrong one?  I'll drown in failure and depression.  I can already feel the waves crashing above my head.  Once I slip under there will be no turning back.  I'll be lost forever in the depths of this black sea we call life.  So what can I do?  I'll just have to hold on to my ores and pray to god there's not a hole in my boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-3012947087471662389?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/3012947087471662389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=3012947087471662389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/3012947087471662389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/3012947087471662389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-in-sea.html' title='Lost in the Sea'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-5285535661096178851</id><published>2008-07-15T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:51:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made this last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFB2DDPOKA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFB2DDPOKA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-5285535661096178851?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/5285535661096178851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=5285535661096178851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5285535661096178851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5285535661096178851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-made-this-last-night.html' title='I made this last night'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-6776701934156131787</id><published>2008-07-07T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:28:15.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degrassi Mash Up</title><content type='html'>I made this today.  Check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.the-n.com/theclick/masher/playback.php?mashup_id=120063&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-6776701934156131787?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/6776701934156131787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=6776701934156131787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6776701934156131787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6776701934156131787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/07/degrassi-mash-up.html' title='Degrassi Mash Up'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-5432130113598632727</id><published>2008-07-06T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T02:17:15.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with this boy!</title><content type='html'>Caution: These videos are kinda dirty...and by that I mean REALLY dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtkDpYlySRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtkDpYlySRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/obIGsb-IZMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/obIGsb-IZMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-5432130113598632727?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/5432130113598632727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=5432130113598632727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5432130113598632727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5432130113598632727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-in-love-with-this-boy.html' title='I&apos;m in love with this boy!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-7430068866982389426</id><published>2008-06-25T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:42:13.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>Is this not my brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnr1DcgvRH4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnr1DcgvRH4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-7430068866982389426?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/7430068866982389426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=7430068866982389426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/7430068866982389426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/7430068866982389426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-379386437456838579</id><published>2008-06-21T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:03:36.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This REALLY reminds me of my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8c-U163-y0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8c-U163-y0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of my brother like, playing with his kids.  When Patrick says "Pinch"...I can totally see Jeff doing that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-379386437456838579?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/379386437456838579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=379386437456838579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/379386437456838579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/379386437456838579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-really-reminds-me-of-my-brother.html' title='This REALLY reminds me of my brother'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-3929337770068617445</id><published>2008-04-15T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:14:37.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degrassi Moments I Love</title><content type='html'>In five second Craig gets the girl and then totally ruins it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BX0bio2kt-I&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BX0bio2kt-I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Manny started dressing like a slut.  Poor JT hit his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="302" border="0" bgcolor="#c52b81"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/ntv/snagit/images/deg_snaggable_header_302x21.gif" width="302" height="21" border="0" alt="A Degrassi Snaggable" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://admin.brightcove.com/viewer/federated.swf" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="playerId=219243111&amp;videoId=823373981&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://services.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="300" height="265" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/ntv/shows/index.php?id=67&amp;source=snagit" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/ntv/snagit/images/deg_footer_302x41.gif" width="302" height="41" border="0" alt="get more at the-n.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Face EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5Vuzoe9l2A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5Vuzoe9l2A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry everytime I watch this.  I don't know why they had to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzMnMUl6WiM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzMnMUl6WiM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-3929337770068617445?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/3929337770068617445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=3929337770068617445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/3929337770068617445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/3929337770068617445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/04/degrassi-moments-i-love.html' title='Degrassi Moments I Love'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-4085537986845409965</id><published>2008-04-13T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:57:25.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddly Attractive</title><content type='html'>Being attractive to someone is an odd thing.  It can be caused by many things other than what they look like.  And everyone has different things they look for in a person.  Some like blue eyes, others like green.  Some like a person that can make them laugh, others like a person that can sing a song in perfect key.  For most its a combanation of many things.  I like a boy who is funny and smart and isn't afraid to think for himself.  But some of the people I find attractive are a bit different than the average ideal good looking man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Giovanni Ribisi&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie.  He normally plays the goofy type but earlier today I watched a movie called "The Perfect Stranger"...Wow...he was messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/?action=view&amp;current=gribisi-032807-a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/gribisi-032807-a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Adam Levine&lt;br /&gt;AKA the lead singer of Maroon 5.  I'm not really sure why I think he's cute...I'll get back to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/?action=view&amp;current=adam_blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/adam_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Zachary Quinto&lt;br /&gt;Sylar.  What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/?action=view&amp;current=zach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/zach.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Seth Rogan&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for chubby guys I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/?action=view&amp;current=sethrogan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/sethrogan.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) James Franco&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, Spiderman's best friend/enemy.  So beautiful.  He reminds me of James Dean.  But, I don't think I'm the only one who loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/?action=view&amp;current=James_Franco.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/James_Franco.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, but most important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Trevor Moore&lt;br /&gt;Not alot of people know who he is, but my god, he's so wonderful!  His hair is perfect.  No words can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/?action=view&amp;current=trevormoore.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r265/MsDanRadcliffe/trevormoore.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-4085537986845409965?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/4085537986845409965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=4085537986845409965' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/4085537986845409965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/4085537986845409965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/04/oddly-attractive.html' title='Oddly Attractive'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-6173225135869706321</id><published>2008-04-11T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:04:45.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>As darkness falls I lie in my bed silently waiting for the sweet gift of sleep.  I toss and I turn, unable to find a position in which I can feel at ease.  My mind races with thoughts of what I’ve done and what I should be doing in my poor excuse for a life.  The constant flickering of the light outside my window reflects the shadows of my many books of which I so desperately cling.  I close my eye, begging for sleep, but it’s hard for me to not check the time for every minute that passes to see how long I’ve been awake.  Awake…a word that seems so harmless to most, but to me its one of many things I fear.  To be awake is to see how worthless I am.  To be awake I have to face my life and my flaws.  In my sleep I can dream of being better.  I can live the life I can be proud in.  I don’t have to feel alone and lost in this world which moves so fast that my eyes begin to water with the spinning vortex that is my life.  Down the drain flow my hopes and dreams.  I would try to catch them, but what’s the point.  It feels as if my hands are tied and bound to a heavy weight.  I’m being pushed into the blackest ocean which represents the depression that surrounds my body.  It’s hard to breath with my lungs full of water.  To dream is to escape.  To dream is to hide from it all.  To dream is to be happy.  Please let me dream and cease to be awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-6173225135869706321?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/6173225135869706321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=6173225135869706321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6173225135869706321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6173225135869706321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/04/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-5503629299787513757</id><published>2008-03-25T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:35:37.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Fell Like This</title><content type='html'>I know I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9NgXIkyiwk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9NgXIkyiwk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-5503629299787513757?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/5503629299787513757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=5503629299787513757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5503629299787513757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/5503629299787513757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/03/ever-fell-like-this.html' title='Ever Fell Like This'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-877457229912550244</id><published>2008-03-22T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:18:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night after coming home from the store I told my mother something about the stars.  That line got me started on a poem.  That poem turned into a story.  Its not done, mind you, but I like it very much.  Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed, recently, that the skys have been bright with many stars.  And your eyes have become dark as the night.  The feeling of terror over comes me as I run down the banquet hall.  The blood rushes through my veins and my heart pounds faster and faster with every step.  The cool winters air flows through the open windows as I throw the bedroom door ajar.  Searching for a weapon of sorts, I hear your foot steps move closer and closer.  I run to the window in the back.  I turn to face you and as our eyes meet, I jump.  I feel myself free fall for what feels like forever until my body slams into the hard ground.  I lay there, unable to move for I don't know how long until I hear the front door slam shut behind you.  I crawl to my feet, my head pounding as I try to run.  My face filled with tears, I race to the black forest just as the bright sky begins to rain.  The earth is quiet for a moment with the only sound being my beating heart and the pitter patter of rain drops hitting the many branches of this black forest.  I tuck behind a tree and try to catch my breath.  The crunching of the leaves under your heavy feet sound so distant.  I start to drift off uncontrollably.  My eyes grow heavy and I can feel my body slumping to the floor.  I wake to the sound of you calling my name.  Through the darkness of the trees I can see your body moving closer.  I can hardly make out the face, but I know its you.  In your hand is a sharp, heavy axe used to cut wood long ago.  That image...your body slowly moving towards me, axe in hand, began to burn itself inside my brain.  With a deep breath I lift myself off the broken leaves and branches.  I spot a light out in the distances and I try to make my way to it.  Your gaining on me with ease for no matter how fast I run your always faster.  The lights so close now and if I could only make it just a bit further I know I could....  The world is blurry as I slowly open the lids to my eyes.  My head is spinning as I try to move.  Blood is running down my face and into my mouth.  Theres a sound I can make out in the distance.  As I begin to come to I find that my body is tightly tied to the trunk of a very large tree.  I frantically look around only to find you, digging a very large hole.  Your axe lay before me covered in mud.  I search my body for cuts only to find a small gash in my head.  Not from the axe...from a rock which lay next to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have so far.  I wrote the last bit which starts "with a deep breath" just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-877457229912550244?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/877457229912550244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=877457229912550244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/877457229912550244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/877457229912550244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-night-after-coming-home-from-store.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-361395623028899985</id><published>2008-03-21T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:28:20.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whitest Kids U Know</title><content type='html'>About a year ago a friend of mine showed me a video clip from a tv show I had never heard of before. Back then I didn't really think he had much taste in things because...well, because I heard the kind of music he listened to. Since then he has shown me a bunch of stuff that I have grown to love. For example, he was the first person to show my Flight of the Conchords, and now thats one of my favorite shows. At any rate I saw the name of the show in my tv guide about two weeks ago and I started to record it. This show is amazing! It has me rolling on the floor at every turn. Its uncensored and uncut and simply amazing. It airs on Sundays on IFC. There are so many reasons to watch it. One of them being that Trevor, one of the main guys, is wonderfully hot! And so is Zach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;object" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYHdJrEcXa0&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYHdJrEcXa0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;object" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgo7tFuRdvQ&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgo7tFuRdvQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;object" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65voOQro4OY&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65voOQro4OY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-361395623028899985?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/361395623028899985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=361395623028899985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/361395623028899985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/361395623028899985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/03/whitest-kids-u-know.html' title='The Whitest Kids U Know'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-1855420050948023600</id><published>2008-03-19T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:54:16.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice</title><content type='html'>My house is being overrun by mice.  And its not even the cute, little mice.  Its big, fat, ugly mice!  Annabell, my very over weight cat, is having a ball chasing them.  This is the only exercise she's had in, what, five years!  When I woke up today I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water and take some pills to stop my nose from running.  What did I find, you ask?  On my floor was the head of a mouse.  Just the head, mind you.  Oh, and the tail.  Annabell spit out the tail.  "I only want the meat" my mother said in her funny voice she uses for my cat.  After I found that horrible mouse head I went to check my email and I heard a noise that sounded like glass breaking.  She had caught another mouse and was running around the house with it in her mouth.  Later that day I went into the bathroom to change and to brush my hair.  A big, nasty mouse come out from behind the toilet so I ran to get Annabell.  When I tossed her into the bathroom and shut the door, all she did was whine and scratch like I was killing her.  I finally got so mad at her that I kind of threw her out into the living room.  I screamed at her and popped her on the butt.  She hissed at me and I guess I was letting off some of my anger cause I threw a piece of paper at her.  She ran off meowing.  I calmed down and got the mail.  In it was a letter for me....from the Humane Society....funny how things work, huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-1855420050948023600?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1855420050948023600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=1855420050948023600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1855420050948023600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1855420050948023600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/03/mice.html' title='Mice'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-7472630338626568234</id><published>2008-03-04T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:00:45.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I find that as a person so ingrossed in the internet and television that I often come across things that don't make any sence to me and boggle my mind.  Like why Japanese culture is so obsessed with the act of going to the bathroom.  So I figured, since I'm such a giving person, I'd share the crazy things I come across each week.  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R85K1HfbYTI/AAAAAAAAABw/uFspRrbbOxY/s1600-h/cockblocs.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174155298299666738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="286" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R85K1HfbYTI/AAAAAAAAABw/uFspRrbbOxY/s320/cockblocs.jpeg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why in gods name is there a toy called 'Cock Blocks'?!?!  WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?  And no, this isn't a sex toy or anything like that.  This is a toy for LITTLE KIDS! Not that it being a sex toy would make the name any better.  Yes, I'll agree that blocks are fun, but why the hell did they name it flipping COCK BLOCKS?! GOOD GOD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-7472630338626568234?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/7472630338626568234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=7472630338626568234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/7472630338626568234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/7472630338626568234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-hell-wednesday.html' title='What The Hell Wednesday'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R85K1HfbYTI/AAAAAAAAABw/uFspRrbbOxY/s72-c/cockblocs.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-4374887908958150703</id><published>2008-03-04T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:12:47.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkness In My Mind</title><content type='html'>A while back a family member of mine tried to kill themselves.  I haven't really talked about it since it happened, but tonight I feel like I should.  I've always been a very depressed person.  I spent nights in my room crying myself to sleep for no reason that I understood.  Those who are close to me can name at least one time that I've been so lost in the darkness that is my mind that I have threatened to kill myself.  I've had friends that have stopped talking to me because I get so upset sometimes and I'e had friends that told me to "go ahead and do it, not one cares about you anyway!"  The main thing that kept me from doing it was my mother.  I love her so much that my heart aches when I think about how badly it would hurt her.  The rest of my family never acured to me.  At times I thought they would all be better off.  It hit me that my sister care a few months back when she thought I had been kidnapped or something and she yelled at me for about an hour.  But sitting in my bed, listening to my sister explain to me what had happened that horribly tragic day and begging me to never kill myself...I felt a pain that I never want to put on someone.  Although I didn't cry that day.  I think the tears were unable to release themselves from my eyes.  I think my mind had not fully understood...or maybe I understood it all too well.  I understood that even though this horrible thing happened, it had made me see how badly I need to take control of my life, and stop these horrible thoughts.  And you know what?  I haven't had a thought like that since!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-4374887908958150703?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/4374887908958150703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=4374887908958150703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/4374887908958150703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/4374887908958150703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/03/darkness-in-my-mind.html' title='The Darkness In My Mind'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-1703178104022583796</id><published>2008-02-29T01:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:32:09.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet Party</title><content type='html'>This is a funny video I found today.  The Facebook part cracks me up everytime.  And something tells me Ammie would like the Snopes part.  The end is dirty and not really funny, but overall, its a good video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="392" data="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=683766&amp;affiliate=100129" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="revver68376612042771427055551"&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=683766&amp;affiliate=100129"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="allowFullScreen=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.swf?mediaId=683766&amp;affiliate=100129" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="allowFullScreen=true" allowfullscreen="true" height="392" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-1703178104022583796?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1703178104022583796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=1703178104022583796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1703178104022583796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1703178104022583796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/02/internet-party.html' title='The Internet Party'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-6396809474352615847</id><published>2008-02-22T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:00:45.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Tracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7-wHEPkiaI/AAAAAAAAABg/yXvyFRTULXk/s1600-h/Music+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170044532689242530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7-wHEPkiaI/AAAAAAAAABg/yXvyFRTULXk/s200/Music+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a weird child. My choice of music is so unlike everyone elses. Even as a kid, I ran around the playground singing songs that no one else had ever heard of. Sitting in the car with my mother, listening to my mp3 playing with her, I came to realise that I've always been a little bit different. Its not just the music, though that is a big part of it, partly because its a big part of my life. The movies I watched, the games I play, and just my overall mannerisms were so strange compared to the people my age. I think I've always been a little bit more grown up and yet still a child. I dance with my dolls with Josh Radin playing in the background. I love the fact that at parties with my friends, I'm the one sitting with the parents talking about real things. But I also love that I still sit in my room and play. I'm still an innocent person, and I'm ok with that. I think the fact that I'm weird and innocent is why a lot people like me. I think all those little things I do are what made me into the crazy person writing this. I think we need to be different. We need the little quirks that make us stand out. They are what make us and they are what make others love us. My weird friends were the best people I knew. They were the ones that loved me the most and the ones that weren't afraid to show their true colors just because others thought it was weird. They were the ones....that made life worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my list of songs that not a single teen I've meet has ever heard of before...but are still bomb ass:&lt;br /&gt;(In no particular order!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Name - Artist - Why its Awesome - Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tell Her - Del Amitri - This song makes me think of a scene from Scrubs where JD is in love with Elliot, but he just lets her leave. So sad. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/iZVtWfph/del_amitri_tell_her_this/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/iZVtWfph/del_amitri_tell_her_this/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Closer - Josh Radin - Its so beautiful. He has such a pretty voice. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/HClB7dPH/34_joshua_radin_closermp3/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/HClB7dPH/34_joshua_radin_closermp3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dreaming of You - The Coral - Such a fun sounding song. The beat is awesome. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/i3M1tNK0/the_coral_dreaming_of_you/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/i3M1tNK0/the_coral_dreaming_of_you/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Windmills - Toad the Wet Sprocket - Its a weird band name, but this song is beautiful. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/Hx_gzKwD/32_toad_the_wet_sprocket_windmillsmp3/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/Hx_gzKwD/32_toad_the_wet_sprocket_windmillsmp3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I Turn My Camera On - Spoon - This song makes me think of my sister, Sam, and her friend, John. Its just a fun song - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/208v1Hw/music/Aft5w34Z/spoon_i_turn_my_camera_on/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/208v1Hw/music/Aft5w34Z/spoon_i_turn_my_camera_on/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bunk Trunk Skunk - Be Your Own Pet - I love this song so much. I put it on when I want to jump around. Warning: there is a bunch of cursing in this song...and most songs by Be Your Own Pet - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/Ha46g5cb/be_your_own_pet_bunk_trunk_skunk/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/Ha46g5cb/be_your_own_pet_bunk_trunk_skunk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Blue Eyes - Cary Brothers - A very pretty song. It eases my soul. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/NlJfg2yS/05_cary_brothers_blue_eyesmp3/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/NlJfg2yS/05_cary_brothers_blue_eyesmp3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Beautiful World - Colin Hays - Colin Hays has such a wonderful voice. His songs make me feel good. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/xr6YNqJP/colin_hay_beautiful_world/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/xr6YNqJP/colin_hay_beautiful_world/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Don't Know Why - Norah Jones - This is just about the only song I can sing well anymore, other than the song below this. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/5z8Rqy69/norah_jones_dont_know_why/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/5z8Rqy69/norah_jones_dont_know_why/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Feels Like Pain - The Grates - The Grates are such a wonerfully odd band. I love how weird their music is. - &lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/BpxqxsfF/08_the_grates_feels_like_painmp3/"&gt;http://profile.imeem.com/H4PUzUa/music/BpxqxsfF/08_the_grates_feels_like_painmp3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-6396809474352615847?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/6396809474352615847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=6396809474352615847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6396809474352615847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/6396809474352615847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/02/song-tracks.html' title='Song Tracks'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7-wHEPkiaI/AAAAAAAAABg/yXvyFRTULXk/s72-c/Music+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-77213306278322129</id><published>2008-02-21T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:00:45.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magazine Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R71q60PkiZI/AAAAAAAAABY/id1gfvesjNA/s1600-h/dsc5221avz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169405505980107154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R71q60PkiZI/AAAAAAAAABY/id1gfvesjNA/s320/dsc5221avz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is losing weight such a difficult thing?  And why is it that I want to do it so badly?  I look at the girls in the magazines and I just don't get why I don't look like them.  I mean, I don't eat that much and when I do eat, the foods not that bad. I'll admit that I drink alot of soda but come on, if I stopped drinking soda, I would still be no closer to looking like &lt;em&gt;this.  &lt;/em&gt;I don't understand why all these girls around me are so thin and beautiful and why I'm so...not.  Its been driven into our heads that in order to be loved you have to be in top shape.  But why is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; the top shape?  Why should I have to push myself so hard to look like these women when alot of them didn't do a damn thing to look like that?  My best friend is the skinniest person I've ever met and she hasn't worked out a day in her life.  She eats way more than I do and she lies around the house all day blabbing on about how unpretty she is.  I kinda want to snap her tiny little body in half, but I withstand my urges.  I looked in the mirror today only to find myself hating every inch of my body.  Not too long ago I was finally starting to like little bits of what I saw, but now my self esteem has dropped even further down the scale of self hatred.  It was like a took a "love myself pill" and I'm coming down off the high only to find myself worse off than before.  I've reached the point where I'm trying to trick myself into believing that I'm prettier than I am, but when I pass I mirror it hits me that I am a bigger liar that I thought.  I'm so sick and tired of trying to lose weight.  I've even started to pray for it because I just don't have the strength anymore.  Praying is not something I do often.  I only pray maybe one every two months but I just want to pretty so bad.  I want to look like those other girls.  I want to be able to buy clothes without crying.  I just want to be happy.  Is that too much to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-77213306278322129?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/77213306278322129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=77213306278322129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/77213306278322129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/77213306278322129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/02/magazine-girls.html' title='Magazine Girls'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R71q60PkiZI/AAAAAAAAABY/id1gfvesjNA/s72-c/dsc5221avz7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-1148228852864031143</id><published>2008-02-18T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:00:45.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7lBekPkiYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8JgSMYV-Lsw/s1600-h/10266637A~Houdini-King-of-Cards-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168234040765221250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7lBekPkiYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8JgSMYV-Lsw/s320/10266637A~Houdini-King-of-Cards-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason today I had the urge to perform magic tricks. I don't know why it happens, but every few years something comes over me and I feel I must become the next Houdini. Maybe its because when I was about 12 I read an amazing book about Harry Houdini's life or maybe its because every child wants to impress there family by bursting into the living room with a blanket tied to their neck and a stick they've covered in black paper to look like a wand. I guess I just haven't grown out of that yet...and I guess I don't really want to. Anyway I found a video on VideoJug about how to make your fingers smoke and I flipped out, running into the living room and demanding that my parents watch me. Though the smoke was too small for my parents to see, I was still excited that I actually did magic. I later became inraged because both times I tried to show my mother the light was too dim or the smoke just wasn't visible enough for her. Eventually the trick just stopped working and I whole heartedly believe that whenever someone is actually looking, no matter how well you can do something, you will never be able to do it in front of them! And that, my friends, is why Houdini will never be matched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-1148228852864031143?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1148228852864031143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=1148228852864031143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1148228852864031143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/1148228852864031143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/02/magic-tricks.html' title='Magic Tricks'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7lBekPkiYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8JgSMYV-Lsw/s72-c/10266637A~Houdini-King-of-Cards-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-655029036354928237</id><published>2008-02-16T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:00:48.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Packs?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that almost every girl I talk to and every guy I meet thinks that what makes a person attractive is having a six pack? It blows my mind that our society has been so dumb down that the only thing we can think of as "hot" is the fact that someones abdominal muscle can be seen through there stomachs. Did you know that not every person, no matter how hard they work at it, can even&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; a six pack? Just like not every person can run a marathon and not every person can sing a song on key, not evey person has the proper body for a six pack. So why can't these stupid people find something else to like about others? Oh that's right, because they are stupid. I'm not saying that I'm not stupid myself sometimes, but I can find plenty of things to say I like about the opposite sex. For example, I love it when someone can make me pee my pants with laughter. What's that you say? Oh, what do I like &lt;em&gt;physically&lt;/em&gt;? Maybe that's my problem. I don't really care much when it comes to physical features. I don't care if someone is skinny or chubby, tall or short, brown haired or blonde. I really couldn't care less. Maybe &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the weird one. I find most people, male or female, attractive. I'm always falling in love with my best friends and if you know me, you know how different my best friends are. The main things I love are deep blue eyes, pretty smiles, and the ablity to make me laugh harder than my favorite tv show. All in all, I fall for anyone who is nice to me. Which mean that I'm always getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my list of people who don't have a six pack, but are still damn sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Hugh Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fmCUPkiQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k-fcr4ng4xY/s1600-h/MusicLyrics02.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167852024899078402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fmCUPkiQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k-fcr4ng4xY/s320/MusicLyrics02.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen this man? He's gorgeous! I don't care how old he is, I'm going to hunt him down and marry him...PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Kal Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fs80PkiRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hMZMulfDbO4/s1600-h/kalpenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167859626991192338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fs80PkiRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hMZMulfDbO4/s320/kalpenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I the only person who finds Kal Penn attractive? I mean, yeah, he has a pretty big nose, but he's cute! And totally funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Drew Barrymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fwoUPkiTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m9bJr06c4ZE/s1600-h/drew_barrymore1_300_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167863672850385202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fwoUPkiTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m9bJr06c4ZE/s320/drew_barrymore1_300_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so beautiful. And talented to boot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Zach Braff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fxOkPkiUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1L5Taf3x08g/s1600-h/l_4365ff70a0fb309d1487b2f4d05107b9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167864329980381506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fxOkPkiUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1L5Taf3x08g/s320/l_4365ff70a0fb309d1487b2f4d05107b9.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How adorable! So many of us wish we were that dog, eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) John C. McGinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fz_UPkiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eAbywWPOp18/s1600-h/scrubs-actor-voicing-dead-head-fred-20070515054219130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167867366522259794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fz_UPkiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eAbywWPOp18/s320/scrubs-actor-voicing-dead-head-fred-20070515054219130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet another wonderful man from Scrubs. With a smile like that, who needs a six pack! Am I right, am I right?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Hugh Laurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7f0VkPkiXI/AAAAAAAAABE/9Zn0iLy2qvI/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167867748774349170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7f0VkPkiXI/AAAAAAAAABE/9Zn0iLy2qvI/s320/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother thinks that if I were &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; around House, I would kill him. But I find both House and the actor that plays him very sexy. I guess I have a thing for older guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7f0REPkiWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PgLDuWoQs1w/s1600-h/house_hugh_laurie-711333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167867671464937826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7f0REPkiWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PgLDuWoQs1w/s320/house_hugh_laurie-711333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I think I've made my point! Being attractive is more than the shape of someones abs. We have to stop taking one look at things and judging them from a glance. Now...Just one more picture, just for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7f0REPkiWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PgLDuWoQs1w/s1600-h/house_hugh_laurie-711333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/10843869-655029036354928237?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/655029036354928237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=655029036354928237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/655029036354928237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/655029036354928237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/02/six-packs.html' title='Six Packs?'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J1Z3ae267hc/R7fmCUPkiQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k-fcr4ng4xY/s72-c/MusicLyrics02.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-2896272072929889731</id><published>2008-02-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:09:24.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...Hi</title><content type='html'>Wow....long time no...type, huh?  Here's whats going on, ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm horribly sick...ok, not horribly, but still.  Most people I know have the tumtum flu or are hiding in their houses so they don't catch it.  Here's my sickness: It started out on Sunday with a feeling in my throat that felt awfully like Strep.  Which I know alot about because I just so happen to get it everytime the stars change shape.  My mother took me to the doctor.  God knows if I don't catch it soon, I'd be sick for a month.  After sitting in the waiting room swimming with so many germs that I had a better chance of walking out of there with an illness rather than walking in, the doctor, after looking at me for 5 minutes, told me he didn't know what I had but he went ahead and threw some pills at me, cause you know, that always helps.  On Monday my throat had gotten worse, but not much else happened, so lets skip on to Tuesday, shall we?  I woke up unable to breath.  It seems my nose thought I didn't enough problems already.  And after blowing my nose so many times that little pieces of my brain come out, I said screw it and sucked water up my nose.  Which, surprisingly help alot.  I blew my nose for one of the last times today and if it weren't for the horrble pain in my head, my scratchy throat, and the fact that I might throw up at any moment, I feel great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-2896272072929889731?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/2896272072929889731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=2896272072929889731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/2896272072929889731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/2896272072929889731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2008/02/umhi.html' title='Um...Hi'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-116890159318815603</id><published>2007-01-15T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:53:13.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin</title><content type='html'>Man, I had the best time talking on the phone last night.  My old friend, Justin, had posted on Myspace that he wanted someone to call him the night before.  I was gonna call him, but it was late and my mom wanted me to go to bed.  I sent him a message the next morning that I was gonna call him that night, but because it was late, I would call him in the morning, if he wanted me to.  He wrote me back saying how sad he was and that he just wanted someone to keep his mind off of it.  So, I called him last night.  We had so much fun talking!  I haven't seen him in over 4-5 months, probably longer!  He's such a sweet kid and I hope we can become better friends.  So, yea, thats all I wanted to say!  $BuY$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm two quarters and a heart downAnd I don't want to forget how your voice soundsThese words are all I have so I'll write themSo you need them just to get by"&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy  (Shut Up, I'm Not Emo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-116890159318815603?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/116890159318815603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=116890159318815603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116890159318815603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116890159318815603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2007/01/justin.html' title='Justin'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-117314842660548667</id><published>2006-11-19T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:34:47.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Current mood: blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.....I'm bored! I have nothing to do. I guess I need to plan this weeks lesson plan. Ah, shit.....Check out my You Tube.....It's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=MsDanRadcliffe"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=MsDanRadcliffe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out som of my favorite peeps on You Tube:&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Donkey - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=handsomedonkey"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=handsomedonkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutiemish - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=cutiemish"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=cutiemish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LisaNova - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=LisaNova"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=LisaNova&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiGiTiLsOuL - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=DiGiTiLsOuL"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=DiGiTiLsOuL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My Ab-So-Lute Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;boh3m3 - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=boh3m3"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=boh3m3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm getting my webcam on Wednesday!!!!! AAAHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-117314842660548667?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/117314842660548667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=117314842660548667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/117314842660548667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/117314842660548667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/11/boredness.html' title='Boredness'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-116362813626497739</id><published>2006-11-15T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:02:16.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Reviews!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok, Lots to talk about!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First off, My favorite show on TV is The Office!!!  It ROCKS!  I can't wait for this weeks episode!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Second-daly, I should be getting a webcam soon!!!  YEA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And that brings me to this:  Go to my YouTube!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its right here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=MsDanRadcliffe"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=MsDanRadcliffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now time for some movie reviews!  Dum Duh-duh-DUUUUMMMMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Me3....Don't You Mean MI3?........I like mine better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, ok, MI3!  Its a good movie!!!  I hate Tom Jackass Cruse, but its actually a good movie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Second Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Monster House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREAT!  It has a great feel of reallyity to is.......Thats not a word, but whatever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Third Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Over The Hedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREAT!!!!  I saw it in theaters and it rocks!  Steve Carell's character, Hammy, is so freakin' funny!!!  "But I Like The Cookie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fourth Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awesome!  I saw this in theaters, too!  Its really good!  Larry the Cable Guy is awesome in this!!!  This movie also has a hidden heart!  Its sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fifth Movie:&lt;/span&gt; The Breakup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Really Good!  I liked it a lot!  And it had like, little to no dirty content.  It says nudity on the box, but all you see is J.A.'s butt for like, three seconds.  Cussing was normal and there were no sex scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sixth Movie:&lt;/span&gt; The Omen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BULLCRAP!  This is not a scary movie!  Harry Potter is more of a scary movie than this!  THE OMEN SUCKS!!!!!  Don't waste your time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok, thats it for me!  I Hope You Enjoyed!  Love Ya, Mackenzie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-116362813626497739?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/116362813626497739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=116362813626497739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116362813626497739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116362813626497739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-reviews.html' title='Movie Reviews!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-116041649150909285</id><published>2006-10-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:54:51.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, So, I'm Going CRAZY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok so, Will and I are dating!!!  I know, I know!  Its about time, right?  Its only been three days and not only am I going crazy, but he is, too!!!  We want to spend every waking moment with each other!!!  He kissed me on saturday!  YEA, My first Kiss!!!!  All I do is think about him and he says that he doesn't think he can wait a week to see me again.  We're crazy!  And he agrees!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-116041649150909285?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/116041649150909285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=116041649150909285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116041649150909285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116041649150909285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-so-im-going-crazy.html' title='Ok, So, I&apos;m Going CRAZY!!!!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-116000566519990025</id><published>2006-10-04T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:47:45.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres Whats Up!</title><content type='html'>Current mood: sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Movie Night Went Well!  Instead Of Watching Movies, Sam Got The First DVD Of The Office Season 2.  I Think Will Really Liked It!  After We Watch Everyone On That Disk, We Played On My Computer And Talked In My Room.  He Is So Goofy!  Oh, And He Kept Bitting My Arm Because I Wouldn't Let Him Have My Laser Light!  LoL  He Is CRAZY!  But, Right After He Left, I Started Feeling Woozy!  I Had A Headace(sp) The Whole Time He Was Here, But It Kept Getting Worse.  Then, Like Ten Minutes Later, My Mom Was Fixing My Hair For Bed, And I Almost Fell Over!!!  I Kept Almost Throwing Up And I Had To Go Lie Down.  I Felt Bad All Night.  Now, My Head Doesn't Hurt, But I Still Feel Bad.  My Tummy Hurts!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-116000566519990025?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/116000566519990025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=116000566519990025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116000566519990025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/116000566519990025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-whats-up.html' title='Heres Whats Up!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115973003051636230</id><published>2006-10-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:13:50.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster And Magnet CRAZY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Current mood: mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, so I just got my free coffee maker!!!!  And my mom let me put our mini fridge in my room!!!!  So my room looks like a dorm now!  LoL  What else is new, you ask?  Movie Night is tomorrow!!!  YEA, MOVIES!!!  LoL  Sam might get The Office Season 2 DVD so that Will and I can watch it!!!! YEA!  I need to get him caught up!  LoL  The Office has started up again, and I find it hard to appreciate(sp) any other day in the week, other than Thursday!  LoL  I truly think that the office is the best show on tv!!!!  And if you don't agree, I'll meat you behind Target and cut your neck!  I'll be the one cutting necks!  LoL  Hmmmm, when I started this blog I had a point!  LoL  Oh yea, I remember!  I've been going poster and magnet crazy lately!  I wanted to show you the posters and magnets I've been making!  Keep in mind, they're all from The Office, so if you don't watch it, WHICH YOU SHOULD, you might not get some of them!  LoL  Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/dwight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/bvoffice14.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/bvoffice14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/thats%20what%20she%20said.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/thats%20what%20she%20said.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/pam%20pong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/pam%20pong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/I"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/I%27a%20A%20Pam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/free%20pam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/free%20pam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/downsizing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/downsizing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/the%20office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/the%20office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/bobbleheas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/200/bobbleheas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/1600/27.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1022/856/320/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, so there are some of the posters and magnets I'm working on!  Hope you enjoyed that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115973003051636230?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115973003051636230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115973003051636230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115973003051636230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115973003051636230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/10/poster-and-magnet-crazy.html' title='Poster And Magnet CRAZY!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115846600859474790</id><published>2006-09-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:06:53.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death10.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I can pass this guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115846600859474790?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115846600859474790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115846600859474790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115846600859474790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115846600859474790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795394556701666</id><published>2006-09-10T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:52:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Man, I when to the mall yesterday with Will, Chris, And Katie!  IT WAS GREAT!  Katie stayed the night at my house.  God!  Chris and I were laughing because Will and Katie were riding up and down the escalators(sp, shut up, its the best I can do!)!!!!  They did it for like 30 MINUTES!!!  GOD!  They are so crazy!  And Katie spent forever in Hot Topic!  LoL  Will and Chris ever left to go to another store!  Katie is gonna come to movie night from now on!  Gosh.....Remind me to never take them to the mall again......until next saturday!  LoL  Peace, My Bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115795394556701666?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795394556701666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795394556701666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795394556701666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795394556701666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/mall.html' title='The Mall!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795361426699599</id><published>2006-09-10T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:46:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA!!!! FUUUUUNNN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHOA!  WOOOOO!  THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!  Last night was movie night at my house!!!!!  McKinsey slept over and Will was gonna, but he couldn't!  IT WAS GREAT!!!!!  I CAN'T WAIT TILL NEXT MOVIE NIGHT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115795361426699599?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795361426699599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795361426699599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795361426699599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795361426699599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/whoa-fuuuuunnn.html' title='WHOA!!!! FUUUUUNNN!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795337388021090</id><published>2006-09-10T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:43:13.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE DID IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG! My friend and I stayed up ALL NIGHT on the phone last night! It was fun. I watched the sun come up from my window! But, he ended up falling asleep at 8:09. Man, I had so much fun! We kept trying to come up with games to play on the phone. If anyone has some ideas, tell me! It would be great if we could do this ever friday and saturday! Man........oh no.....not again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115795337388021090?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795337388021090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795337388021090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795337388021090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795337388021090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-did-it.html' title='WE DID IT!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795330984103921</id><published>2006-09-10T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:41:49.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SLEEP FOR ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man, I am so tired!  I talked to my friend last night till SIX IN THE MORNING!  My mom wouldn't let my stay on the computer, so when everyone when to bed, he had me call him on his cell phone!  I hadn't talked to him on the phone in a long time, but it was great!  We've been playing the Honesty Game that I came up with and it feels good to be honest!  I've answered every single question he asked truthfully, and I'd like to think he was being truthful, too!  But then again, we ask really bad questions!  LoL&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out, I Love Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/wmorrow/SU-FI.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a219/wmorrow/SU-FI.gif" 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/10843869-115795330984103921?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795330984103921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795330984103921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795330984103921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795330984103921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-sleep-for-me.html' title='NO SLEEP FOR ME!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795318237184615</id><published>2006-09-10T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:39:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: Romance and Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, I finally told the person that I liked for so long, that I had liked them!  I thought it was gonna be so hard, but now that I've said it, I feel so much better.  They didn't freak out like I thought the would and like everyone else did!  He took it really well.  Mostly cause I don't like them anymore!  So, maybe I'll start sharing my real feelings more often!  Yeah Me!  Wish Me Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SU FI, BITCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/2590/samuraidane48xy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img368.imageshack.us/img368/2590/samuraidane48xy.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/10843869-115795318237184615?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795318237184615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795318237184615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795318237184615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795318237184615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795303624238186</id><published>2006-09-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:37:16.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Waiting For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It doesn't matter what you look like or how you dress.  What really matters is how your remembered in this world.  Everyone want to be be remembered.  No matter how old you are, there comes a day when you really think that you'll amount to nothing.  More than half of these feelings come from those around you.  So, take my advice, don't listen to anyone but yourself!  You are the one that can change your future and when you set your mind on something, no matter what anyone says, you can do it!  Never, NEVER doubt yourself!  You are a wonderful creation of god!  And I know some of you are rolling your eyes and wondering why someone like me could possibly say these things.  But, believe me, I have a new outlook on life.  And no, I'm not gonna try to make you believe that I was talked to by God, because I wasn't.  I've just decided to forget all the things that bring me and have always brought me down.  Its time to start being happy!  Its time to start LIVING!  No more "I can't do this."  No more "I'm not worth it!"  No more "Whats the point?"  I can do this, I am worth it, and there is a point!  Life is uncharted waters, EXPLORE IT!  Don't let people put you down!  They are all wrong about you.  YOU CAN SUCCEED!  You can and will set your mind on what you want and though it may seem as though your lossing, you will thrive to you highest poetical!  Never look back on what you've done!  Look to the future and never forget how wonderful you are!  Dream as though you've never dreamt before...and then work to make them come true!  And no, you may never be the person that you want to be, but you will be YOU!  And how could you ever ask for anything else!  Weath you want to be a singer, a writer, a comedian, or just a good person, you can do it!  Anywho, I love you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;SU FI, BITCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/Greeneyes284/Su-Fi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d51/Greeneyes284/Su-Fi.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/10843869-115795303624238186?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795303624238186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795303624238186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795303624238186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795303624238186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-waiting-for-you.html' title='Life Is Waiting For You!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795263641983836</id><published>2006-09-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:30:36.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soundtrack To Life</title><content type='html'>Current mood: bored&lt;br /&gt;Category: Quiz/Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc).&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question type the song that's playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: Angry White Boy Polka - Weird Al&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: Big Me - Foo Fighters Falling&lt;br /&gt;In Love: Moonlight Serenade - Glenn Miller (Weird, this is working!)&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: Yeah - Usher&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: Lets Get It Started - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Making up: Don't Tell Me - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Life's Ok: Finding Out True Love Is Blind - Louis XIV&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: Biting My Nails - Tim Curry&lt;br /&gt;Driving: Story Of A Girl - Three Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks: Experimental Film - They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;Happy Dance: Play that Funky Music White Boy - I think its the Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;Regretting: Sweet Transvestite - Tim Curry&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: Walk This Way - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: All My Life - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;Final Credits: Happy - Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;I like the way it turned out! Its weird that it did it on its own! Tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115795263641983836?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795263641983836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795263641983836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795263641983836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795263641983836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-soundtrack-to-life.html' title='My Soundtrack To Life'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795239147328128</id><published>2006-09-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:26:31.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres A Story To Make You Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: flirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'd like to start the day off with a little joke:&lt;br /&gt;A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kichen listening to he young son playing with his new electric train in the living room.  She heard the train stop and her son say "All you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop!  And all you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, causewe're going down the tracks."  The mother went nuts and told her son "We don't use that kins of language in this house.  Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS.  When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language."  Two hours later the son comes out of his room and resumes playing with his train.  Soon the train stops and the mother hears her son say "All pasengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you.  We thank you for riding with us today and we hope your trip was a plesant one.  We hope you ride with us again soon."  She hears the little boy continue, "For those of you just bording, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat.  Remember, there is no smoking on the train.  We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."  As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115795239147328128?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795239147328128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795239147328128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795239147328128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795239147328128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-story-to-make-you-smile.html' title='Heres A Story To Make You Smile!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795230816955345</id><published>2006-09-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:25:08.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SICK OF THIS CRAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I guess this whole Friend thing isn't for me, huh!  I just get stabbed in the back!  All you people who messed with me, you'll regret it!  You know, sometimes I wish I could just kill myself and be able to see how everyone reacts!  I really wish I could manipulate people like Isabelle on the 4400!  I'm just sick of all this CRAP!  LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!  HAVE I DONE ANYTHING TO YOU?  I DIDN'T THINK SO!  You know what, I don't need people like you pulling me down, and you know who you are!  So, I'm not gonna let you mess my life up!  I have better things to do than mess with all your shit!  Peace Out, Bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115795230816955345?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795230816955345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795230816955345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795230816955345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795230816955345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sick-of-this-crap.html' title='I&apos;M SICK OF THIS CRAP!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-115795216465542043</id><published>2006-09-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:22:44.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR PETE'S SAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current mood: pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Category: School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, so apparently everyone of my so called friends is mad about me being homeschooled.  Well, guess what!  It doesn't matter what you all think!  I've made up my mind, and if you all want to act like this, then you must have never been my friends!  GET OVER IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-115795216465542043?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/115795216465542043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=115795216465542043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795216465542043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/115795216465542043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-petes-sake.html' title='FOR PETE&apos;S SAKE!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-114149647160939830</id><published>2006-03-04T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:21:11.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy and Paste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, I'm gonna do this every week.  I'll have copied something who knows how long ago and I'll paste it here, so you guys can see what I'm Googling, writing, etc.  I'm gonna try and do this every Friday or Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here's todays: Diana Ross---The Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-114149647160939830?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/114149647160939830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=114149647160939830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114149647160939830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114149647160939830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/03/copy-and-paste.html' title='Copy and Paste'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-114135861203229673</id><published>2006-03-02T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:05:54.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is SO cool!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geekandproud.net/terror/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Terror Alert Level" border="0" src="http://www.geekandproud.net/terror/terror.php" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-114135861203229673?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/114135861203229673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=114135861203229673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114135861203229673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114135861203229673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-so-cool.html' title='This is SO cool!!!!!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-114133301425815884</id><published>2006-03-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:56:54.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OMG!  Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is coming out on March 7th!!!!!!  I saw it the day it came out and now I'm gonna buy it the day it comes out on DVD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Did I mention that I got to see Daniel Radcliffe without him shirt on......TWICE!!!!  In the words of Dora the Explora's backpack "yum yum yum yum yum, delicioso!"  LOL!  If you haven't seen Harry potter 4, yet, you really need to!  My favorite is still Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, but the new one is pretty scary, also and a LOT more funny!  If you've never seen any of the Harry Potter movies, you should check them out, you might like them!  But see them in order, it won't make sence if you don't.  So, to sum up, Harry Poter 4, March 7th, Daniel without a shirt, Dora's bakcpack, a lot more funny, see them in order.  Hope that helps you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Signing out, Mac&amp;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night, I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and thought to myself, "Where the heck is the ceiling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-114133301425815884?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/114133301425815884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=114133301425815884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114133301425815884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114133301425815884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/03/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter!!!!!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-114089772198680466</id><published>2006-02-25T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:52:17.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Man, everything's je le peche(French for 'It's the peach'). NOT! Everything is going wrong! I have been missing a LOT of school lately because of all the stuff thats been happening to me. I missed Valentines Day and the rest of that week cause I messed up my back some how and I even had to go to the doctor and get an X-Ray. My mom thinks I messed up a disk and I should of gotten an MRI cause that won't show up in an X-Ray. It still hurts and I can't bend down. I went back to school on Monday(those chairs really hurt my back) and on Tuesday I think I got whatever my mom has cause my throat hurts and it's hard to breath. So, I missed another few days. On Wednesday my mom needed me to get her bag and when I pulled on it a can of soup fell on my foot and I couldn't move my toes. There's a huge bruse on my foot now and it really hurts when I put my shoes on. Oh, and yesterday, I just got done watching 'Walk the Line', so all that lights were off. I was gonna check my e-mail real fast before I went to bed, but as I went to sit down my hand slipped on a piece of paper an I fell sideways on my stomace and almost fell on the floor. I was lucky to fall on my chair. I hurt my hand and now my side hurt, also. I also had something happen yesterday, but I'm not gonna put it cause my brother reads this sometimes and I'm embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other than being hurt every five minutes something else has gone wrong. I think I like Tina's new boyfriend. Yea, something else to ruin my life! The bad thing is, I'm scared to tell Tina. She might kill me! I've never been scared to tell her something, even if its about her boyfriend.  I've never been this sure and I'm not even sure, it you get what I mean......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I poured Spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-114089772198680466?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/114089772198680466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=114089772198680466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114089772198680466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114089772198680466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-crap.html' title='Oh Crap!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-114021719605267646</id><published>2006-02-17T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:10:19.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEWIE!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Stewie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webratsmusic.com/video-11931-stewie-sexy-party.php"&gt;http://www.webratsmusic.com/video-11931-stewie-sexy-party.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-114021719605267646?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/114021719605267646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=114021719605267646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114021719605267646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114021719605267646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/02/stewie.html' title='STEWIE!!!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-114019740443657564</id><published>2006-02-17T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:30:04.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MOVIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG!!!!  My movie is on!  Have any of you guy every seen 'A Troll in Central Park'?  It's about a troll that goes to Cenral Park and he has a green thumb and he can make flowers grow and stuff.  I haven't seen this movie in so long I can even remember the plot.  Ahhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For Sale: Parachute. Only used once, never opened, small stain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-114019740443657564?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/114019740443657564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=114019740443657564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114019740443657564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/114019740443657564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-movie.html' title='MY MOVIE!!!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-113919338274815332</id><published>2006-02-05T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:36:22.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OMG!!!!  I just saw a commercial fo Pirates of the Carabbean 2 Dead Mans Chest!!!!!  That will be all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." -Matt Groening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-113919338274815332?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/113919338274815332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=113919338274815332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113919338274815332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113919338274815332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-i-just-saw-commercial-fo-pirates.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-113918463350534607</id><published>2006-02-05T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:39:39.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Cool Blog Stuff</title><content type='html'>I found this cool stuff, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#d3cdda"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e4e1e8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#c0e3f3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be An Aquarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddf0f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/aquarius.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's good about you: philosophical and idealistic, you are a great thinker&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about you: you require a lot of space - it's hard to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;In love: you're quirky and playful, but you hate to be smothered&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you're: likely to have many acquaintances and very few good friends&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal job: pilot, snow boarder, or science fiction writer&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of fashion: unconventional, unique outfits that turn heads&lt;br /&gt;You like to pig out on: anything with garlic or unique spices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Nicole Kidman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/nicole-kidman.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939234&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid"&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Kermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/kermit.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know.You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems.Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green.Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#c7b299"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1920's Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbd0c2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georgette Ophelia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/1920snamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your 1920's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dedede"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem like a huge flirt.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/indie-flick.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;If&lt;/a&gt; Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now. As always, Peace Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is friendship set on fire." -Jeremy Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-113918463350534607?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/113918463350534607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=113918463350534607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113918463350534607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113918463350534607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-cool-blog-stuff.html' title='Some Cool Blog Stuff'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-113771144350082159</id><published>2006-01-19T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:57:23.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Crave...ings?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I think I'm fat.  Well, maybe not fat, but not the right weight for my body.  So my mom and I agreed to put me on a diet.  But it's a safe one, don't worry.  And I know what some of you are thinking, 'A safe diet? Thats crazy!'  And, yes, in a I agreed, but in a way I don't.  This diet lets you pick your favorite foods, and then it sets up a meal plan for you.  For every 11 days you lose 9 pound.  And you get 3 cheat days after every 11 days.  Yea, it is cool! But......I WANT MY SODA!!!!  AND MY MASHED POETATOES WITH LOTS AND LOTS OF BUTTER!!!!  Man, the cravings are hard to fight, but to day in my 4th day on the diet, and it's going well......I guess. LoL!  Oh, did I tell you guys my new school classes for the rhis new semester?  Oh wait, of course I didn't!  Ok, so first block I did have drama, but I couldn't take it cause he was trying to make us go to these things on saturday which is when I go to Stillwater.  He said if we didn't go, he'd flunk us!!!  So today I had it change.  The only thing that was open was open was some p.e. class, thats a no no for me, and a language class.  So, what did I pick?  French.  It's like I walked up to the teacher and was like 'I'll take an F, please?'!  I'm so gonna flunkthat, too!  But, on the bright side, the teacher is really nice!  Ok, after French my 2nd block is algeba 1.  'Umm, F, please.'  That teacher is really nice, too.  Then, I move on to biology, but before that is.....FRIST LUNCH!!!!  Yeah, I still have 1st lunch, how great is that?  My biology teacher is really funny and nice, too.  After I'm done with that, I move on to english!  Oh, and who's in this class with me?  Yea....oh, wait.....not him, your so wrong.  It's DREW!!!!!  He was in my drama class, too.  I have so much fun in that class.  Oh, and Drew is in my lunch, too.  I made a friend in my english class on the 1st day!  Yeah, I know!  Her name is Elizabeth.  She's really nice and Drew has a crush on her.  I never would have guess!  LoL  Oh, and I started having feelings for Drew.  But, I think they're going away.  Yeah!  Me no like friends old boyfriend!  Oh, and I've been playing on this cool website latly!  It's really cool!  It's a Harry Potter Roleplay site.  Check it out!  &lt;a href="http://harrypotter054.proboards80.com/index.cgi"&gt;http://harrypotter054.proboards80.com/index.cgi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wish&lt;br /&gt;Don't start&lt;br /&gt;Wishing only&lt;br /&gt;Wounds the heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-113771144350082159?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/113771144350082159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=113771144350082159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113771144350082159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113771144350082159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-craveings.html' title='All The Crave...ings?'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-113107254798372582</id><published>2005-11-03T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:49:08.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Feeling</title><content type='html'>Ok, so there's this guy I like in my second block.  I told Tina and guess what?  She likes him, too.  We always end up liking the same guys.  It funny in a way.  Well, she told me I could have him cause I deserve it.  She talked to him yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Do you like anyone?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordon: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "So you wouldn't date anyone even if they had huge boobs?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordon: "It depends on who it is."&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "So, you don't like, like, me or Heaven or Mackenze?  Cause two of those people like you."&lt;br /&gt;Jordon: "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Mac...um no one?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordom: "Mackenzie likes me?"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Yea... So, would you date her?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordon: "Um, I don't think of her that way.  She like, one of the guys.  And she doesn't have an olke voice.  And I like big butts.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Mackenzie doesn't have a big butt?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Jordon: "I don't know!  I wouldn't look at her butt, she like my guy friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.  Now I don't want to go to me second block anymore, cause he doesn't talk to me anymore.Oh, and did I tell you I'm finally over Will?!?!  Yes, I've finally moved on, I think.  You see, he talks trash to me all the time, and I take it, but he crossed the line.  He called me fat and made me cry.  And everytime I tell my friends what he did, they're jaw drop.  They know that's the major thing that really hurts me.  He said this to me yesterday and everytime I think of him, I feel like vomiting.  When I saw him today, I felt like a rock was thrown into my stomace.  I've never had that feeling before.  And I don't want to have it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets get away from that cause its making me sick.  This guy in my thrid block was talking to me today.&lt;br /&gt;Nick: "I like your boots."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thanks"&lt;br /&gt;Nick: "If I was a sexy girl, I'd wear those."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, than I souldn't be wearing them."&lt;br /&gt;Nick: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cause I'm not sexy."&lt;br /&gt;Nick: "Ok, if you say so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute!  Was that a compliment?  I think it was!  P.S. Guys in high school flirt WAY more than guys in middle school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-113107254798372582?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/113107254798372582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=113107254798372582' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113107254798372582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/113107254798372582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/11/weird-feeling.html' title='Weird Feeling'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112995732381063684</id><published>2005-10-21T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T10:52:37.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Stuff</title><content type='html'>Here's some cool stuff I found for blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" border="0" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/icons/35181.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" border="0" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/icons/i60704819_1457.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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border="0" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/miscellaneous/miscellaneous_156.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" border="0" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/miscellaneous/miscellaneous_50.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitters" border="0" src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/top/welcome_signs/welcome_signs_53.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh?!?!  Love Ya, Buy$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://content.bigoo.ws/link/Large_logo_21.gif" width="88" height="31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112995732381063684?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112995732381063684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112995732381063684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112995732381063684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112995732381063684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-stuff.html' title='Blog Stuff'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112779453414798721</id><published>2005-09-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:15:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!  I had a total blst from the 5th grade today!  Ok, you guys my not know this, but in the 5th grade I used to date a lot.  Wayne was the first boy I ever has strong feelings for.  We dated for a while, but then he moved to a new school.  I still think about him, wondering if I will ever see him again.  Well today, Tina, an old friend from 5th grade called me.  We still talk after school and all, but it was weird talking to her on the phone since we haven't done that in years.  We started to talk about "olld times" and we both started getting really sad.  Then we both thought of Wayne, the boy we both fell in love with.  Well, his number was still the same, so we called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Hey!  It's Tina, and guess who's with me?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "Oh, you know I'm not good with names."&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "5th grade..."&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "Come on now"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "It's Mackenie!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey."&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "Hey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, his voice is deep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok, you know what?  You can't talk to me til you put your voice in a high pich sound"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: (Cracking up)&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "Well, I'm sorry I matured!"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Some more than others..."&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "What are you trying to say..."&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "You left too soon!"&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "Are you trying to say your chest is huge?"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Not mine"&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "Mackenzie?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "There not huge!"&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "Man, I shouldn't have left!"&lt;br /&gt;Tina &amp; Me: (Lauging)&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "You should come over.  We could watch dinner..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: (lauging again)&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: "We could watch dinner and eat a movie!  God!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, have I missed him.  I think we sould all go see a movie or something so we can all get to know each other again.  And to see if he's any hotter.  LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A BOYFRIEND!!!  but I don't need one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112779453414798721?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112779453414798721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112779453414798721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112779453414798721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112779453414798721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-blast-from-past.html' title='My Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112520107462134937</id><published>2005-08-27T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:00:56.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yesterday was the PCO Beach Bash. It started at 6:30 and since Will's mom works in Edmond, he didn't have a ride back to school. He was just going to stay at school til the party. I told him that was stupid so my mom let him come hang out at my house til 6:30. We just sat aroung watching Cosby and playing on the computer. When my parents drove us to the school, we were early cause I got the times messed up. I hugged my mom and then Will hugged my dad and said "Bye Daddy." As we walked to the school we were both laughing. It was so fun. The principles got on the roof during 'YMCA' and danced around. It was really funny. And before that, the DJ played 'Thriller' and the main principle jumped over a teachers shoulders! Will proposed to Elieana, Brooke, and some other girl. I almost got to marry them but everyone kepted running away. Carlin, a boy I've known since 6th, was dancing around and being goofy. When the DJ played 'I Feel Like a Woman' Carlin sung the whole thing and at the end he put his hands on his hips and sung "Man, I feel like a woman" and stuck his lips out. And everyone kepted asking if Will and I were going out. I guess you can't hang out unless your dating. GOD! But, I think I'm the only one who isn't ofended! Will's been being a real jerk lately. He says things and doesn't think about how mean they are. He's been hurting a lot of people's feelings without knowing it. Oh, and this junior in my last class has been picking on me so he ruins my whole day. When I told Will he freaked out and said "You want my to kick his ass?" I didn't know his name and he said "Well that helps. Find it out!" It's good to know he cares. Things are getting hard for me, though. Everyday it gets harder and harder to talk to him without blurting out "I love you!" It's also getting harder not seeing him every weekend. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!?!? And he obviously doesn't feel the same way cause he doesn't even call me anymore. How I hate feeling sick everyday. I feel like I'm the only one who knows what they want, but it too afraid to try and get it. *Sigh* Oh, my friend showed me some songs from a cool play called Avenue Q last year. Now I'm addicted to it. Here, go to this site to read all about it. It even has some clips from the show. &lt;a href="http://www.avenueq.com"&gt;http://www.avenueq.com&lt;/a&gt; I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever I walk alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112520107462134937?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112520107462134937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112520107462134937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112520107462134937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112520107462134937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/08/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112386832896061072</id><published>2005-08-12T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:38:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, no I've had dreams that seem very real and I've had dreams that I knew were fake, but Late night I had a dream that my mind said was fake and my gut said was real.  Now that I'm fully awake, It's a sure thing that it was fake...But I still have a weird feeling.  Ok, so what happen?  Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not sure how the dream started but I think a blonde friend of mine, (I have no idea who it was, cause it didn't look like Brooke or Shilo) my brother, Jeff, and I were in some sort of cabin (I have no idea why.)  Well, some guy with an axe was trying to break the door down.  Jeff was trying to stop him cause this guy was going to kill the blonde girl and me.  The guy swung the axe through the doors window and my brother stopped it...with his hand.  It didn't cut it off but it split it open.  Then next thing I saw in my dream was dirt.  Yes, dirt being dumped on something and then a big, wooden cross.  Then my whole family when looking for me.  They were in a big field of big, wooden crosses.  Suddenly, I walk out from a near by cross.  Jeff is there, too, and he ask me "Do you remeber what happened?"  I look around for a minute and then I just start hitting him over and over.  Then he explains something to me.  I have no idea what he said but I just started crying and I hugged him.  When I woke up Something inside me said "He couldn't save you both.  He chose you."  Now I feel like I need to hug my brother really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your good is better, Your betters blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112386832896061072?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112386832896061072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112386832896061072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112386832896061072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112386832896061072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/08/scary-dream.html' title='Scary Dream'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112379313199902866</id><published>2005-08-11T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:45:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CD Madness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yea, my b-day party is coming!!!!!!!!!  Only a few more days!!!  Ok, lets start off with some music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This song is very sad!  I keep listening to it over and over.  It makes me cry.  It's from a play called 'My Favorite Year'.  Tim curry is the one who sings it.  It's called 'If the World were like the Movies':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Strange as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Movie stars are human&lt;br /&gt;Relatively human&lt;br /&gt;After all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s hard living up&lt;br /&gt;To an image on a screen&lt;br /&gt;That is forty or fifty feet tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world were like the movies&lt;br /&gt;We would never make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;We’d correct our little blunders&lt;br /&gt;And select our better takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person that we should be&lt;br /&gt;Would be all the public sees&lt;br /&gt;For if life should go off track&lt;br /&gt;We could simply fade to black&lt;br /&gt;If the world were like the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think if marriages were movies&lt;br /&gt;How our lives would be improved&lt;br /&gt;Love preserved on film forever&lt;br /&gt;All the battle scenes removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d have only happy endings&lt;br /&gt;We could edit as we please&lt;br /&gt;Cut to smiling man and wife&lt;br /&gt;With a baby and a life&lt;br /&gt;If the world were like the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the child would have a father&lt;br /&gt;Who was always there&lt;br /&gt;Playing games&lt;br /&gt;And flying homemade kites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering at her high school play&lt;br /&gt;Tucking her in bed on stormy night&lt;br /&gt;Never absent, never cruel&lt;br /&gt;Not a drunk, not a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father who could give his daughter&lt;br /&gt;Blue lights, pink lights&lt;br /&gt;Just like the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world were like the movies&lt;br /&gt;I’d know how to play the part&lt;br /&gt;I’d be there when I was needed&lt;br /&gt;And I’d never break her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would never see me stumble&lt;br /&gt;And I’d never let her down&lt;br /&gt;I’d be sober, wise, and humble&lt;br /&gt;The defender of the crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank god&lt;br /&gt;She had my movies to see&lt;br /&gt;She is better off with movies&lt;br /&gt;Than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Sob*  I'm ok.  Ok, this song if from a very cool movie called Empire Records.  It' called 'This is the Day' by 'The The':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well... you didn't wake up this morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'cause you didn't go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The calendar on your wall -- IS TICKING -- the days off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've been reading some old letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You smile and think how much you've changed.All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS IS THE DAY -- Your life will surely change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS IS THE DAY -- When things fall into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You could've done anything, if you'd wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And all your friends and family think that you're lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But the side of you they'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is when you're left alone with the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That hold your life together like -- GLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS IS THE DAY -- Your life will surely change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS IS THE DAY -- When things fall into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THIS IS THE DAY -- Your life will surely change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(repeat to fade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Man, everyone wants me to make them a cd.  With all the cds I make, I could be rich.  You know, if I charged.  Being nice sucks!!!  Oh, and yea, Pascha, I'm making your cd.  And yes, I made Sams first.  At least I know what music she likes.  I geuss I'll make everyone a cd.  Well, I need to go.  Love Ya, Buy$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112379313199902866?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112379313199902866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112379313199902866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112379313199902866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112379313199902866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/08/cd-madness.html' title='CD Madness!!!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112269030811641910</id><published>2005-07-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:27:16.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok so on sunday Will, Shilo, and I went to White Water. It was so fun! Will kept dunking me whenever we went into the lazy river. He dunked me like, three times but most of the time I was too strong so he would try but I ended up dunking him. One time he jumped on me and I flipped him over and dunked him. He was mad. Then I started jumping on his back and dunking him every few minutes. It was so fun but I got a really bad sunburn. You could see my veins!!! It's going away slowly but I'm still peeling. After we went to W.W.B. Will came to my house to chill. Shilo was going to come, but she was really tired. I finaly got to give Will the cd I made him. I was worred about give it to him but he's been telling me how much he loves it. And he finaly gave me his email address. So now we can email each other. Oh yea, I saw Willy Wonka today! It was really funny! Also, here's a cool website to go to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.homestarrunner.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's really funny and kid friendly. Everything on there is funny but I suggest clicking on 'First Time Here' and also going to 'Strong Bad Email'. Well, I gots to go. Love Ya, Buy$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112269030811641910?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112269030811641910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112269030811641910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112269030811641910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112269030811641910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunburn.html' title='Sunburn'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112203610099048737</id><published>2005-07-22T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T06:14:17.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many things</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll start out with a few e-cards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an e-card could make you cry-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1752&amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e"&gt;http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1752&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this cat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1560"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1560&amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e"&gt;http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1560&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself singing this song-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1548&amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e"&gt;http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1548&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superlaugh.com/1/gasprices.htm"&gt;http://www.superlaugh.com/1/gasprices.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny but the car gets on my nerves-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superlaugh.com/1/annoycops.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=960&amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e"&gt;http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=960&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=0aa253b2e3140fbfe0fb580121428e1e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last one. It's kinda weird-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1002"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1002"&gt;http://www.bellagreetings.com/1/card.php?ID=1002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my birthday is coming up. My party is going to be a murder mystery! I've got all the the stuff, exept some props and supples. I have all the characters set to my guest now all I need to do is mail the invites. WOOOHOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the website that everyone should go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illwillpress.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illwillpress.com"&gt;http://www.illwillpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not everyone cause of laguage, but you get the point. It's really funny! Will is the one who showed me it, and now I pass it on to everyone I meet!!! He will rule the world!!! MUHAAHAHAAAHAA!!! Ow! When you get there go to toons and watch 'Free Your Mind', 'Squirrel Songs', and 'Amityville Toaster'. It's great. 'Tech-Support' is another good one. Well, I have to go. Love Ya, buy$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7 days without pizza makes one weak"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112203610099048737?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112203610099048737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112203610099048737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112203610099048737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112203610099048737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/07/many-things.html' title='Many things'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112137412500648031</id><published>2005-07-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:48:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sleep</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yesterday night, I didn't sleep at all.  You know why?  Cause I was reading a book the whole night.  One minute the clock said 1:00 then all of a sudden it was 6 in the morning.  I just couldn't put the book down.  It was so good!  It's called Lily's Ghosts.  I finished it that night.  It had so many twists!  I wish I could tell you the whole book, but I can't cause I want Sam to read it.  I strongly sugest you to read it.  All of you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Homestarrunner.net  It's dot com."&lt;br /&gt;-Homestar-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112137412500648031?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112137412500648031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112137412500648031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112137412500648031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112137412500648031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-sleep.html' title='No Sleep'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-112034059750309370</id><published>2005-07-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:43:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got a hamster on thursday!!!  She's so cute!  She's a Sand colored Teddy Bear Hamster and her name is Honey D.  All the care sheets act like it should take forever for her to let me pet her but yesterday I handed her a seed and she let me stroke her back.  She loves her wheel!  It's like she's hooked on crack, but the crack is the wheel!  She's asleep right now.  Hamsters sleep in the day and play in the evening.  Bad idea having her in my room!  Man, talk about crazy!  She bites on the cage bars, which is bad cause it can cause brain damadge!  She does it cause she's bored.  I'm buying her some toys to day so she will stop the chewing.  I love her so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love the little tacos, I love them goood!"&lt;br /&gt;Gir-Invader Zim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-112034059750309370?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/112034059750309370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=112034059750309370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112034059750309370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/112034059750309370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/07/hamster-attack.html' title='Hamster Attack!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111879185945429700</id><published>2005-06-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:30:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Ok, here's a little taste of what I've been listening to for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I throw myself into and out of the red, out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down and waste away with me, down with me&lt;br /&gt;Slow how, you wanted it to be, I'm over my head, out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in&lt;br /&gt;And now, I know you've always been out of your head, out of my head I sang&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when she sang&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we done with innocence&lt;br /&gt;It disappeared with time, it never made much sense&lt;br /&gt;Adolescent resident&lt;br /&gt;Wasting another night on planning my revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in ten 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;One more indecent accident&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather leave than suffer this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time to make amends&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when all your enemies are friends&lt;br /&gt;Now and then I'll try to bend&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure wind up snapping in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in ten 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;One more indecent accident&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather leave than suffer this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I quit&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted any more than I could fit&lt;br /&gt;Into my head I still remember every single word&lt;br /&gt;You said and all the shit that somehow came along with it&lt;br /&gt;Still there's one thing that comforts me since I was&lt;br /&gt;Always caged and now I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;One more indecent accident&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather leave than suffer this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, the Foo Fighters.  How wonderful!  Anywho, I have to go clean now, cause if I don't, Will and Shilo can't spend the night.  I don't have much more to clean.  You can walk through the main living room and there's no toys in there.  Yea, Sam just left to get Monty Python and the Holy Grail so Shilo and Will can watch it when the come over friday!  I love that movie.  Well, got to go, the bunnys are coming for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love the little tacos, I love them goood!"&lt;br /&gt;Gir-Invader Zim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111879185945429700?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111879185945429700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111879185945429700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111879185945429700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111879185945429700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/06/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111881547758309698</id><published>2005-06-14T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:04:37.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's CD</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've been pretty bored so I thought I'd make a cd for Will.  Plus, I owed him a cd.  So, I made him one with almost all the songs that make me think about him.  Here's the list and why I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The One by the Foo Fighters - This song talks about someone who isn't the 'one' but they make the other person feel something, but remember, that can be bad.&lt;br /&gt;"You're not the one&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who could make me&lt;br /&gt;Feel like this&lt;br /&gt;You're not the one&lt;br /&gt;But you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who could make me&lt;br /&gt;Feel like shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lee by Tenacious D - This is Will's favorite Tenacious D song, so whenever I hear it, I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Big Me by the Foo Fighters - I think I just like this song and it sounds happy, so I think Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Monkey Wrench by the Foo Fighters - This is a cool song.  I guess I just don't want Will to use me like the song and I don't want to use him to get something.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want to be your monkey wrench&lt;br /&gt;One more indecent accidentI&lt;br /&gt;'d rather leave than suffer this&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your monkey wrench"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My Best Friend by Weezer - Self explanitory!  Will is someone I can talk to about most anything.&lt;br /&gt;"There is no other one that can take your place&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy inside when I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I hope you believe meBecause I speak sincerely&lt;br /&gt;and I mean it when I tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My Hero by the Foo Fighters - I guess it's cause I think of Will as if he is higher than some of my other friends.  Like I wouls do more to save Will from harm than I would for, say, Britany.  It's not that I don't love all my friends, I just ... need him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Karate Schnitzel by Tenacious D - This skit it great!  And Will loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Karate by Tenacious D - This goes with number seven.  Will thinks it's great and he laughs everytime he hears it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  All My Life by the Foo Fighters - I just think it's hardcore!  I thought Will might like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  The Other Way bt Weezer - I think it's cause I'm afrad to say anything to Will that might our friendship weird.  You know what kind of stuff I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;"I have many fears&lt;br /&gt;About rejection&lt;br /&gt;I have many memories of pain&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a little shy&lt;br /&gt;So I'll turn and look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other way&lt;br /&gt;Other way&lt;br /&gt;I will turn and look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;But I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Low by the Foo Fighters - I think this is cool and so he might too.  It also has some lines that make me think of him.&lt;br /&gt;"Baby Blue&lt;br /&gt;Don't go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm right beside you&lt;br /&gt;me and You&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm right beside you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Everlong by the Foo Fighters - I'll let the lyrics explan.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I throw myself into and out of the red, out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down and waste away with me, down with me&lt;br /&gt;Slow how, you wanted it to be, I'm over my head, out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  This is Such a Pity by Weezer - I think Will and I should do what this song says.  Period!&lt;br /&gt;"This is such a pity.&lt;br /&gt;We should give all our love to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Not this hate that destroys us.&lt;br /&gt;This is such a pity.&lt;br /&gt;(This is a pity)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Best of You by the Foo Fighters - I think everyone should give the best to everone.  Including Will and I.&lt;br /&gt;"Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith?&lt;br /&gt;Its real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;You trust, you must&lt;br /&gt;Confess&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  The World Has Turned and Left Me Here by Weezer - Once again, I'll let the lyrics explain.&lt;br /&gt;"The world has turned and left me here&lt;br /&gt;Just where I was before you appeared.&lt;br /&gt;And in your place an empty space&lt;br /&gt;Has filled the void behind my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked for hours to your wallet photograph&lt;br /&gt;And you just listened.&lt;br /&gt;You laughed enchanted by my intellect&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Learn to Fly by the Foo Fighters - I love this song.  And It's sounds so happy.  I don't really know why it reminds me of him.  It just does.&lt;br /&gt;"Run and tell all of the angels&lt;br /&gt;This could take all night&lt;br /&gt;Think I need a devil to help me get things right&lt;br /&gt;Hook me up a new revolution&lt;br /&gt;Cause this one is a lie&lt;br /&gt;We sat around laughing and watched the last one die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to the sky to save me&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to help me burn out bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a complication&lt;br /&gt;Looking cause I'm tired of lying&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done nursing the patience&lt;br /&gt;I can wait one night&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all away if you give me one last try&lt;br /&gt;We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Always Look on the Bright Side of Life from Monty Python - Will seems deprested latly so I thought I'd cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;"For life is quite absurd,&lt;br /&gt;And death's the final word.&lt;br /&gt;You must always face the curtain with a bow!&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your sin -- give the audience a grin,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it -- it's the last chance anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;So always look on the bright side of death!&lt;br /&gt;Just before you draw your terminal breath.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a piece of shit,&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Times Like These by the Foo Fighters - I think it's about time. lol&lt;br /&gt;"it's times like these you learn to live again&lt;br /&gt;it's times like these you give and give again&lt;br /&gt;it's times like these you learn to love again&lt;br /&gt;it's times like these time and time again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  I've Got A Lovly Bunch A Cocanuts from Monty Python - It's Just funny and I know he'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Only in Dreams by Weezer - I think you get it!&lt;br /&gt;"Only in dreams&lt;br /&gt;We see what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out our hands.&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto hers.&lt;br /&gt;But when we wake&lt;br /&gt;It's all been erased.&lt;br /&gt;And so it seems&lt;br /&gt;Only in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Ask her to dance.&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'Hey, baby, I just might take the chance.'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'It's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;That you float in the air... in the air.&lt;br /&gt;That way there's no way I will crush your pretty toenails into a thousand pieces.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the cd.  Hope he likes it.  Hope you do too.  I sure do! lol The last song it one of my fave Weezer song.  I really like the 'I will crush your pretty toenails into a thousand pieces.'  Anywho, I gots to go. Bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love the little tacos, I love them goood!"&lt;br /&gt;Gir-Invader Zim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111881547758309698?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111881547758309698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111881547758309698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111881547758309698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111881547758309698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/06/wills-cd.html' title='Will&apos;s CD'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111802490625295783</id><published>2005-06-05T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:53:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, so I just got back from drew's birthday party. Wow, that was fun! We had a water fight that no one knew about. I was sitting in the back yard listening to music when Drew comes out and says I'm about to get wet and so is everyone else, but they don't know. He was just warning me. Well, I told him that if he put water on me, I'd chop him up into little pieces. He goes around the house, fills a water gun and some balloons, and goes back inside. A few minutes later, I hear a lot of screaming. Yeah, he attacked everyone in the house. Everyone comes running out and the fight began. Drew hit me with the hose but it wasn't much. Then, of course, everyone gangs up on me. Why? Cause I'm the only girl there. Now, I wasn't really wet, but then Will and Drew come walking up to me. Behind me? A kid pool. I was completely soaked! I took off my shoes, screaming and chasing them all the way to the front yard. I had to get them back. I had to! After so many attempts, I finally got them. With a Hugh bucket of water! After that, we all just sort ran around with the hose. Then Will sat in the big bucket. Then they tried to move him, but they dropped him and all the water dumped out. We took the bucket and the pool and put them by the back porch. Will got back in the bucket and said: "You want to come in?" I just looked at him and said no. Then we all started laughing. Well, then I had an idea. I told Drew we should take Will, in the bucket, and roll him down the hill. He got everyone to help. Will had no idea what was going on. The funny thing was, all three boys couldn't lift the bucket with Will and the water in it. And Will wouldn't stop making jokes, so the kept dropping him. I was laughing and the all looked at me and told me to help. As we walked to the hill, Will and I started laughing cause everyone was holding the bucket with two hands and I was holding it with one and was doing a much better job at not dropping it. Well, Will figured it out and when we tried to roll him he just fell out of it and rolled down the hill himself. As he got up I said: "I suggest we run" And everyone did. Then Chris said to lock the gate. There was no lock so we just put the hatch on it. When Will got to it, he looked at us and everyone started laughing. He was opening the hatch and then it wouldn't come open which made us laugh even more. Then Will took the last pop and threw it against another fence over and over until it broke open. Then he stomped on it. I was laughing so hard. After that, Will put the hose down my shirt and someone else tried to pop a balloon in my shirt. It didn't work. It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to tell you what happened when I got grass in my eye. I told People to stop spraying water on me for a minute. Will asked me what was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: "I have some thing in my eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Will: "Ahh, want me to kiss it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: "No. I think it's grass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I took my glasses off and asked him to look in my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then, being Will, he kissed the side of my eye. Then he put his tongue in my eye. He started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;laughing as I rubbed my eye in disgust. When Drew came over to see what happened. I screamed "He put his tongue in my eye!!!" Drew looked at Will and shook his head. I told Will he made it hurt worse and he replied: "You want me to kiss it again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love the little tacos, I love them Goood!"&lt;br /&gt;Gir-Invader Zim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111802490625295783?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111802490625295783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111802490625295783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111802490625295783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111802490625295783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-much-fun.html' title='So Much Fun!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111786010438360604</id><published>2005-06-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:45:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This it messed up!</title><content type='html'>Ok, yesterday was my last day of school and I already miss it. One person in particular. I'm sure you guess it. Yep, it's Will. I miss him so much! Everything I do reminds me of him. Every song, every TV show, every person I see. And Weezer isn't helping!!! For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;terrified of all things.&lt;br /&gt;Frightened of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;taller than a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You are.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you 'cause I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;closer to you back then.&lt;br /&gt;I was happier.&lt;br /&gt;I was.&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;fading further from me.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come home&lt;br /&gt;to me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you 'cause I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;Hold Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you 'cause I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you 'cause I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong I'll come talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You make things alright when I'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a blessing and I wont be messing&lt;br /&gt;with the one thing that brings light to all of my darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other one that can take your place&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy inside when I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I hope you believe me&lt;br /&gt;Because I speak sincerely&lt;br /&gt;and I mean it when I tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here right beside you&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you&lt;br /&gt;and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is messed up. I mean, I miss everyone, but not as much as him. I've never missed someone so much. I just want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111786010438360604?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111786010438360604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111786010438360604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111786010438360604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111786010438360604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-it-messed-up.html' title='This it messed up!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111758379945576268</id><published>2005-05-31T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:00:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, here are some funny picures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt887.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt887.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt884.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt884.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt879.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt879.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt878.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt878.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt874.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt874.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt873.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt873.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt868.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt868.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt003.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt003.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt019.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt019.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt021.html"&gt;http://www.ahajokes.com/crt021.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are Great! More to come. Don't forget- I have more new post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love the little tacos, I love them goood!"&lt;br /&gt;Gir-Invader Zim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111758379945576268?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111758379945576268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111758379945576268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111758379945576268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111758379945576268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-here-are-some-funny-picures.html' title=''/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111757601737971549</id><published>2005-05-31T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:53:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with all the kisses?</title><content type='html'>Scared ya, didn't I? MUHAHHAHAAAAHAAAAHAAA *snort* HAHA *choke* Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, something weird is going on. On the day of the graduation, Will and Drew kept saying they loved me and were kissing me with they're hands. And today when I was talking to them after school, Drew asked why Will got the Gushers, it's a weird candy. Will replied "Cause she loves me" and then kissed me with his hand... on my lips. Man, they're crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the winner is" *Click*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111757601737971549?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111757601737971549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111757601737971549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111757601737971549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111757601737971549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-with-all-kisses.html' title='What&apos;s with all the kisses?'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111757546494733432</id><published>2005-05-31T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:37:44.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Different Stories</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know it's been a long time sense I last posted, but I've been busy... Playing Nancy Drew!!! Which, by the way, I've completed four games in two, count em', two days. Wow, that's a new record! The last time I played one and completed it, it took me a week, so that must mean I'm smarter... I think... um... Yeah I'm definitely smarter *drool*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week I had my 8th grade graduation. It was so much fun! I took so many pictures. Everyone was just crazy! Like this guy, I don't really know him, was calling me his girl and told Shilo and Ashley the got kicked to the curb. But then Will was walking around the dance with his head down. Everytime I asked him what was wrong, he just looked at me and walked away. He looked like her had been crying, and apparently, he had. Man, that boy has a lot of mood swings!!! Earlier that day, he was yelling at me everytime I tried to talk to him. Then, at lunch, Drew asked me to sit with them. I told him, in front of Will, I wasn't going to sit with that jerk. Will, of course, acts like he didn't do anything. The beg me to sit with them, but I told Will he had to apoges. Well, he didn't, but I sat with them anyway. To quote Toby Keith "You don't stay with the ones you can live with, it's the ones you can't live without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the winner is" *Click*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111757546494733432?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111757546494733432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111757546494733432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111757546494733432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111757546494733432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/many-different-stories.html' title='Many Different Stories'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111593491443632288</id><published>2005-05-12T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:55:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>Ok, so after school today, I was talking to Drew when I saw Will. He came over and said hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "About what?&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Never mind."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No. About what?"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Forget it."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tell me. What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Looking at Drew "What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "That your pretty, your nice, and you smell good."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thank... you... I have presents!"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Stickers!"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! How awkward do I feel?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, gots to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the winner is" *Click*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111593491443632288?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111593491443632288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111593491443632288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111593491443632288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111593491443632288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111567141274279331</id><published>2005-05-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:59:53.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZZES!!!</title><content type='html'>Here are my results on a whole bunch of quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1105631737_Dtatertots.gif" border="0" alt="Tatertots"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Tater Tots. Go get your own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112529985_zB_revenge.JPG" border="0" alt="Revenge killer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You kill for&lt;br&gt;revenge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is because you have lost something or&lt;br&gt;someone you held very dear. Now you can't seem&lt;br&gt;to get over the loss that marked your soul, and&lt;br&gt;the only solution is to go after the one person&lt;br&gt;who brought all this pain to you. Chances are&lt;br&gt;you are angry inside and you bottle everything&lt;br&gt;up and don't talk to anyone about it. People&lt;br&gt;may want to help, but you think that they can&lt;br&gt;never understand your pain and only get&lt;br&gt;frustrated because of this. But it is important&lt;br&gt;to see all that you have left and be thankful&lt;br&gt;of that even if you have lost something great.&lt;br&gt;It may not be true that Times heals all wounds,&lt;br&gt;but with time and talking about your feelings,&lt;br&gt;maybe the hurt will ease.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Yourself&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "You can close your eyes to&lt;br&gt;reality but not to memories" -Stainslaw J.&lt;br&gt;Lec&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Gritted teeth and&lt;br&gt;teary eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You%3F%20%5Bcool%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1102616888_aine_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x899d980)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Cocaine (aka: coke, crack, snow, 151...).&lt;br&gt;You are the second most commonly used drug in&lt;br&gt;the world. You are very witty, talented, perky&lt;br&gt;person if you can just have the right&lt;br&gt;opportunity to show to everybody how unique you&lt;br&gt;are, when you are in a good mood you can reach&lt;br&gt;a very high point of happiness. You are&lt;br&gt;classified as class (A and B) illegal drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Drugs%20are%20you%3F%20and%20how%20that%20reflect%20your%20personality%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of Drugs are you? and how that reflect your personality?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041831567_ebutpsycho.gif" border="0" alt="cute but psycho"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You&lt;br&gt;adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,&lt;br&gt;you might not have it all, but there are worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/myLOVERisOrlandoBloom/1105648693_turespouty.gif" border="0" alt="pouty"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~*~*~*~*~UNIQUE~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;You are different. You're the type of person that&lt;br&gt;is easily spotted in a crowd. You have a&lt;br&gt;radiant personality. You probably go through a&lt;br&gt;lot of mood swings from happy to lonely, angry&lt;br&gt;to sad, loving to spiteful, and so on. Be aware&lt;br&gt;that your sudden change in personality may&lt;br&gt;offend some people. People like to be around&lt;br&gt;you because you are genuine and relaxed. You&lt;br&gt;seem at peace with yourself and you give off&lt;br&gt;that "what you see is what you get"&lt;br&gt;vibe. That's a good thing because your general&lt;br&gt;audience will feel relaxed and at ease knowing&lt;br&gt;that they too can be themselves with out having&lt;br&gt;to worry. Try not to judge others on their&lt;br&gt;appearance. It's not nice. Over all you're a&lt;br&gt;spirited person who enjoys having a good time!&lt;br&gt;Good for you! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Rate or message me! Thank you for taking my&lt;br&gt;quiz! XoXo &lt;3 Lana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/myLOVERisOrlandoBloom/quizzes/You're%20Beautiful...but%20why%3F%20(%20PICS)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;You're Beautiful...but why? ( PICS)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1109658433_extonelady.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b27ce4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/%3F%3FWhich%20colour%20of%20Death%20is%20yours%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;??Which colour of Death is yours??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1104682708_PinkAngel1.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8929b30)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Belly Dancer. You are charming inside&lt;br&gt;out, your life follows an interesting rhythem,&lt;br&gt;beautiful and smooth, you know how to be the&lt;br&gt;center of attention when you want to, you love&lt;br&gt;your friends and you can trust them on your&lt;br&gt;life. Your ideal man is the one with a sweet&lt;br&gt;witty character who understands how much&lt;br&gt;freedom is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20dancers%20are%20you%3F%20(Girls%20only)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of dancers are you? (Girls only)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111567141274279331?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111567141274279331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111567141274279331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111567141274279331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111567141274279331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/quizzes.html' title='QUIZZES!!!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111566802371886874</id><published>2005-05-09T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:07:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged by Party Pascha</title><content type='html'>Choose five of the professions and finish the sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a midget stripper... If I could be a proctologist...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a TV-Chat Show host... If I could be an actor...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a mob boss... If I could be a backup singer...&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a CEO... If I could be a movie reviewer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose five people to pass it onto when you are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a writer... I'd write books about kids who didn't get it easy. Some would be real life events and some would be fantasy but which ever way you spin it, the kid would have to work for what the want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a painter... I'd show the world through my eyes. It wouldn't matter what other people think, even if I didn't sell a single painting, I'd still be happy doing what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a Jedi... I'd probably be Yoda just so I could talk weird and no one could say anything about it. I'd also have all these cool powers so if anyone made me mad, I'd just pick them up and... well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be Carl I mean llama-rider... LLAMA!!! I'd wonder why a spent years in school to ride llamas. My best friend would be Jimmy and... oh, sorry. I'd also wonder how I'd earn money to live. Would I live in a box? Under the stairs? With a nine month old baby? And a dog? And drink beer I found in the trash? With backwash? Ahh, 7th grade memories. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be a movie reviewer... I'd have 8 thumbs surgically put on my hands just so I could say "Ten thumbs up!" Sorry, a little Will there. I wouldn't talk so no one could understand me. If I truly hated the movie, I'd say so and vise versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say this but I don't know anyone to pass it to that hasn't already been tagged. *Sob* *Cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Parker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the winner is..." *Click*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111566802371886874?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111566802371886874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111566802371886874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111566802371886874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111566802371886874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-been-tagged-by-party-pascha.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged by Party Pascha'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111558567205451294</id><published>2005-05-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:33:56.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust</title><content type='html'>Ok, so in english class we're making holocaust posters. I was look ing at some pictures to put on mine and started getting sick. I just don't get how someone can be so evil. Anyway, I saw this picture of of Ann Frank and I got chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.louiserosenltd.com/images/ann_frank.jpg"&gt;http://www.louiserosenltd.com/images/ann_frank.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poster is going to say "You may not have seen it, but I can still hear the screams."&lt;br /&gt;You like it?&lt;br /&gt;Will called me at like 9:45 last night to talk about the holocaust. He was really upset about all this stuff he saw. He was looking up this doctor that did tests on holocaust victums. He was watching a video in the librairy. He had to turn it off because a whole bunch of 6th and 7th graders were gathered around him and it was scaring them. It scared him too and that's why he had to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111558567205451294?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111558567205451294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111558567205451294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111558567205451294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111558567205451294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/holocaust.html' title='Holocaust'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111500752920147444</id><published>2005-05-01T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:31:23.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, I just got off the phone with Will. Well, really I got off the phone then took a shower, but you get the point. Anyway, we were talking about movie. He said he wanted to see star wars and that it comes out on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will: I invited you, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Will: Well, your invited.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I talked about Parker, my nephew's, birthday. They are both born in may, so we talked about their signs and all that. We talked about alot of stuff that I can't remember but then he said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will: The pretties baby seem to always be mixed.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea&lt;br /&gt;Will: Plus, black goes with everything. And black and white is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea, well, Parker is kind mixed. Hispanic and white. Or Caucasian if I wanted to talk right, but I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I was glad he couldn't see my face. Speaking of not seeing my face, let me tell you of the time Will was dating Brooke (the nerve! lol). One day after school, he told me he was going break up with her. Well, you can imagine my face. Sure, Brooke is my friend, but I couldn't be happier to hear this. This was also bad because Will, standing in front of me, saw my reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will: Why are you smiling?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not smiling. (I was trying so hard not to!)&lt;br /&gt;Will: Yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, well anyway, are you sure? I mean I thought you liked her.&lt;br /&gt;Will: Ok, first your happy then your upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111500752920147444?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111500752920147444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111500752920147444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111500752920147444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111500752920147444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111465450791825961</id><published>2005-04-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:15:07.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Man Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, so at lunch everyday, I give Will and Drew candy that my mom puts in my lunch sack.  It's a good way to talk to them since I don't get to see them much during the day.  Well today, When I was giving candy to Drew, he started to tell me something but then he stopped.  I asked him what he was saying but he wouldn't tell me.  Now, I warned him, but he wouldn't tell me so I slowly dug my nails into his wrist.  Will came over and Drew asked him to help him get my nails out.  Will didn't help but I stopped anyways.  I told him next time, I'd leave marks.  Will just stude there, staring at us.  God, sometimes boys just make me mad.  Well, maybe it's just Will and Drew that make me mad.  Oh well, Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111465450791825961?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111465450791825961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111465450791825961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111465450791825961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111465450791825961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/04/candy-man-can.html' title='Candy Man Can'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111456688354220964</id><published>2005-04-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:54:43.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly</title><content type='html'>Here's a new poem I just wrote.  It's not done, but tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red rover Red rover&lt;br /&gt;What a silly game&lt;br /&gt;People run around all mad&lt;br /&gt;Just to cause them pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flap Jacks Flap Jacks&lt;br /&gt;What a silly snack&lt;br /&gt;People eat them all the time&lt;br /&gt;And soon skinniness they lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noses Noses&lt;br /&gt;What a silly face&lt;br /&gt;People let them drip&lt;br /&gt;Till they’re running in a race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111456688354220964?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111456688354220964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111456688354220964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111456688354220964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111456688354220964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/04/silly.html' title='Silly'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111456592753256496</id><published>2005-04-26T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:38:47.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>Ok, so at lunch today, when my class was going inside, Dyann and I saw two boys "fighting". I don't really like one of the boys, so it was pretty funny when we saw them fall over. Dyann called them idiot then I called then retarded as we walked in the door. Just as she was calling them jerks, my coat got stuck on the door handle. I was so embarrassed!  Now that's karma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get my art project after school and Katie always comes with me.  I asked Will if he wanted to come but, of course, had to be mean.  "NO"  Just as he said that, Drew comes up to give me a hug.  I turned to hug him and after I do, he gives Will a mean look and says "She just forgot about you." or something like that.  Then Will says "Well do you have her number and even if you did, could you call her?"  Will turns to me and explains Drew "doesn't have weekdays" (Drew is grounded all the time cause his parents are evil!)  Drew walks off, he rides the bus, leaving Katie and I in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Will looks at me, and say "Who would want my number anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Me."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why would anyone want to talk to me?"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "I do. Your fun."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm boring."&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Not if we call Brooke. Hey, I need to call Brooke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke walks by at that moment, ant Will says hi.  Brooke says bye to me but didn't even look at Will.  I told him everybody hates him.  Then he took my binder and through it down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Life is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111456592753256496?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111456592753256496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111456592753256496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111456592753256496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111456592753256496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/04/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111440071705595711</id><published>2005-04-24T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:59:58.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad!</title><content type='html'>Oh man. Ok, so I love the muppets. A lot. Well, anywho, there's this song gonzo sings that makes my cry. Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonzo:&lt;br /&gt;This looks familiar, vaguely familiar,&lt;br /&gt;Almost unreal, yet, it's too soon to feel yet.&lt;br /&gt;Close to my soul, and yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a song there, and do I belong there?&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there, but I know the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and go with me, it's more fun to share,&lt;br /&gt;We'll both be completely at home in midair.&lt;br /&gt;We're flyin', not walkin', on featherless wings.&lt;br /&gt;We can hold onto love like invisible strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a word yet for old friends who've just met&lt;br /&gt;.Part heaven, part space, or have I found my place?&lt;br /&gt;You can just visit, but I plan to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back there someday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go back there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad! Excuse while I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111440071705595711?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111440071705595711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111440071705595711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111440071705595711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111440071705595711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-sad.html' title='So Sad!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111256846854749800</id><published>2005-04-03T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:48:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KCA party</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yesterday I had a Kids' Choice Awards party. Will, Heaven, Heather, and CeCe came. It was so fun! I took so many pictures. CeCe kept laughing so loud while she threw tic-taks at me. See, every year we play the tic-tak game. The game is to see how many tic-taks you can get into someones shirt from a distance. Well, by the time Heaven and Heather left (Will and CeCe were still there), I had like 20 tic-taks in my bra. Then Will dumped the whole bowl in my shirt. Earlier, I put one in Will's shirt and, because it was tucked in, it went in his pants. CeCe was showing us how big her pants were, so I threw a tic-tak in her pants. Later she put a gusher in my shorts. It was so gross! Then Will threw a oreo into my shirt. Sam said we were to loud, so she made us go outside. CeCe jumped on ill's back and made him give her a piggy-back ride. I grabbed on Will's ear. Then I made CeCe fill his ear cause his ear was so soft. It was funny. Then CeCe flashed a car. My god, we're all on crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111256846854749800?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111256846854749800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111256846854749800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111256846854749800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111256846854749800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/04/kca-party.html' title='KCA party'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111197695394082959</id><published>2005-03-27T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:29:13.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yesterday, Will calls me.  I haven't been in school for about a week now because of my tooth.  Well, anyway, He calls me asking where I've been all week.  This is what he said:&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Where've you been all week?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I got my tooth out. It really hurts."&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Well, I just wondered if you were ok."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yah, it just hurts, thats all.  Is that all you called for?"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "I just wanted to know if you were ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whats wrong with him!  gOD, mister "I hate you. Get out of my face!" turned into "Are you alright? :( "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then today he calls me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: "You feeling better?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as we're talking about boys being weird.  On Christmas, I got Deven and Will presents.  Well, I had gotten them little plush puppys.  I thought they were going to kill me for it but no, they act all weird like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deven: "Oh! It's a puppy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Oh! How cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to the weirdness, Will made a collar and leash for the dog, named it, and was walking it to all his classes.  In fact, he was late to a class because he couldn't walk the dog fast enough!  What's wrong with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111197695394082959?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111197695394082959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111197695394082959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111197695394082959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111197695394082959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-sweet.html' title='How Sweet'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111180251153248301</id><published>2005-03-25T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:01:51.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye CeCe</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Kathy and CeCe have been fighting for the past month over a whole bunch of stuff.  Now, I'm not compleatly sure what started it but I know CeCe Did something really bad.  Then Kathy did some stuff back to her and about week ago, Kathy called me yelling and screamming that CeCe had log in with Kathy's user name and said bad things about her to all of Kathy's IM pals.  Kathy was so mad, but I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth.  So anywho, Kathy was over reacting.  She even said she was going to tell lies about her to all her friends.  I told her that wasn't the right thing to do.  She said it was ether that or she would beat the crap out of her.  Well, I wasn't sure what to think about that.  Then, tuesday night, CeCe called saying she had people threatening her.  She said it was a whole bunch of people including Lena.  When she said that, I knew it had something to do with Kathy.  She also said Kathy told her not to wear white pants the next day cause something was going to happen.  I told CeCe to tell the Principle cause that was a threat.  Now, because CeCe's gotten all these threats, she's changing schools.  She's not sure for how long but I know we'll probably not see each other for a while.  Well, I guess Kathy got her wish.  Thanks a lot, Kathy! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111180251153248301?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111180251153248301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111180251153248301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111180251153248301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111180251153248301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/bye-bye-cece.html' title='Bye Bye CeCe'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111146693529613389</id><published>2005-03-21T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:07:08.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ALWAYS sick!</title><content type='html'>Well, the dentist says my tooth might be infected. Thats just great! Why I am alway sick! For example, the day before Kathy's birthday party, I got the 24 hour flu. It never fails. The only thing is, I seem to always get the little bugs that practiclly nobody gets but I rarly get things like the measles of the flu. Infact, the day before Kathy's party was the first time I've had the flu. It's just not fair. Anyway, I got to go. I love you all. Bye. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111146693529613389?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111146693529613389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111146693529613389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111146693529613389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111146693529613389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-always-sick.html' title='I&apos;m ALWAYS sick!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111125465474614702</id><published>2005-03-19T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:00:53.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late St. Pats day!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was in the bathroom and I looked at this comic in the newspaper. After I read it, I came up with a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people say&lt;br /&gt;that leprechauns are not real&lt;br /&gt;If you ever see one&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you one big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to tell everyone&lt;br /&gt;that leprechauns are true&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't, I swear,&lt;br /&gt;I'll put you in my stew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did you like it.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am in SOOOOO much pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111125465474614702?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111125465474614702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111125465474614702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111125465474614702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111125465474614702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-late-st-pats-day.html' title='Happy Late St. Pats day!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111102977292076611</id><published>2005-03-16T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:08:58.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, here's something weird.</title><content type='html'>Whenever Will and I are on the phone, just us, we have nothing to talk about yet we sit on the phone for hours. Today, Will and I spent and hour or two on the phone not saying anything. The only thing we ever seemed to was was "So, you gonna' talk?" Will decided to call Brooke because she might have something to talk about. All three of us were on the phone talking away for about a minute and a half. Then, out of no where, Will and I just start blabbing back and forth leaving Brooke out of the conversation. Brooke said "Can you guys talk about something I know about?" We were like "Well, maybe you should see the movie!" (We were talking about Shawn of the Dead) Brooke said maybe she should just get of the phone then. Both Will and I, at the same time, were like "No! Then we have nothing to talk about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Brooke had to get off the phone because she was going to the zoo. When she got off, Will and I, once again, had nothing to talk about. GOD, what's wrong with us! Until I come up with another crazy storie (like ten minutes from now), see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm getting my tooth out tomorrow morning, so wish me luck. I'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111102977292076611?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111102977292076611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111102977292076611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111102977292076611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111102977292076611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-heres-something-weird.html' title='Ok, here&apos;s something weird.'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111077969321921523</id><published>2005-03-13T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T20:53:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Brooke</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today my old best friend, Kathy, had her birthday party. Most of her friends came over including me. Kathy, being the forgetful person she is, forgot to get the movie. It took forever but I finally got my mom to go get them for us (her mom, for some reason wouldn't). So anyway, my mom and I worked out a deal in which she would get the movies if Kathy paid for them. We could only get one so Kathy took my advice and got Shawn of the Dead, a funny remake of Dawn of the Dead. Everybody but Brooke was excited. As we watched the movie, screaming and laughing at the same time, Brooke hid in Kathy's room. All of us kept trying to get brooke to watch but she kept up the fight. When the movie ended, everyones voices were scratchy. We looked at the special stuff like the trailer. The best was when we looked at the pictures. We saw this really bad close-up of this guy's mouth. We mad Brooke come in and look at it. We told her it was a picture of a really cute guy. We made sure to flip bake to some of the other pictures before, so it real suprised her. It was great! Then, after Brooke went home, she called us on her cell. We scared the crap out of her. I did this creepy voice from the movie and everybody helped me out. Ha! I love scaring people! Until next time, I'm outty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111077969321921523?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111077969321921523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111077969321921523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111077969321921523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111077969321921523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/scary-brooke.html' title='Scary Brooke'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111051513076729874</id><published>2005-03-10T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:25:30.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Hog</title><content type='html'>Ok.  So today after lunch, I was in the bathroom that my team, the leopards, share with the Lynx team.  As I was about to leave, Ms. Reed, Will's mom, Came out of a stall.  She called me over while she washed her hands.  This is what she said to me:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Reed: "Mackenzie, are you doing anything for spring break?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Reed: "Could you try not to hog my phone all day? It's ok sometimes but not all the time."&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Oh ok, sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Reed: "Yeah, Will doesn't have anything to do so I know you'll be on the phone a lot."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I never have anything to do! I'm boring."&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Reed: "Don't worry, Will never has plans ether."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, I won't hog the phone. I'll just... pretend I'm doing something!"&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Reed: "Ha! Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That's SAD!!!  Well, I got to go. I have to call Will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111051513076729874?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111051513076729874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111051513076729874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111051513076729874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111051513076729874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/phone-hog.html' title='Phone Hog'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111042625914281999</id><published>2005-03-09T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:08:21.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>Ok.  At school to day we all had to take practice tests that lasted all day.  It was pretty boring but luckly the teacher let us talk when we were done.  I felt like writing a poem so a started one.  My old best friend, Kathy, asked to see it.  She also writes poems and she wanted to help me. We wrote the poem together and it turned out really cool.  I'll put it down with different font for who wrote what.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the two ends of a magnet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we atract.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard to pull us apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and thats a fact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like paper to glue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we stick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hold my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I am sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like salt and pepper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're never apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you have my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a baby and its bottle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're always together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter where you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will love you forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a cat plays with yarn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you hold me close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you are away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like mashed potatoes and gravy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;together we're great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now finish up this poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cause I haven't ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111042625914281999?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111042625914281999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111042625914281999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111042625914281999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111042625914281999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111042541983843750</id><published>2005-03-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:36:16.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Hug</title><content type='html'>Today after school I was talking to Will and Drew. Drew had to go so I asked him for a hug. Then I asked Will for a hug. He gave me a "side hug" in which I replieded&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a real hug."&lt;br /&gt;Drew then began to mock me by repeating everything I said.&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Yeah, give her a real hug."&lt;br /&gt;Will: "I did give you a hug."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Not a real hug. That was a side hug."&lt;br /&gt;Drew: " Yeah, that wasn't a real hug, that was a side hug."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Give me my hug!"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Yeah, give her the hug!"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "DREW!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thank you, Drew :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Will said he can't hug me because he'll grab things. I told him he had to give me my hug. He tryed his best and gave me my hug (even though I knew he was staring at my butt). After he huged me, he gave me an evil stare. I'm sure Drew was intertaned! Anyway, Hope you got your hug today! Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111042541983843750?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111042541983843750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111042541983843750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111042541983843750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111042541983843750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-hug.html' title='Another Hug'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111034559229582778</id><published>2005-03-08T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:19:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny pictures</title><content type='html'>I was searching the internet for some death pictures and I came across some really funny ones. Here, take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/got-milk.jpg"&gt;http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/got-milk.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/ysabell.jpg"&gt;http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/ysabell.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/death-in-the-kitchen.jpg"&gt;http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/death-in-the-kitchen.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/susan-meets-death-of-rats.jpg"&gt;http://www.ie.lspace.org/ftp-lspace/images/fan-art/susan-meets-death-of-rats.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/kilian_cemetary.gif"&gt;http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/kilian_cemetary.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/joel_deathearly.gif"&gt;http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/joel_deathearly.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/richdiesslin_dustpan.gif"&gt;http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/richdiesslin_dustpan.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/forrest_brush.jpg"&gt;http://www.londonstimes.us/toons/cartoons/forrest_brush.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those great?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111034559229582778?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111034559229582778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111034559229582778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111034559229582778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111034559229582778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/funny-pictures.html' title='Funny pictures'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111032182374146654</id><published>2005-03-08T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:43:43.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Real Hug"</title><content type='html'>My friend, Will, says he doesn't want to give me hugs because he's perverted.  WHATEVER!  He used to give me hugs all the time!  So for two long days I havn't gottin' any hugs at all.  I told myself that was long enough!  After my art class we always talk.  I came up with an idea of how we can still hug.  I call them "side hugs".  He thought it was a great idea.  When school got out, I went up to him for some "side hugs". We walked around the school for a bit, but then he had to go to prep classes.  I walked with him to the class and I got another hug.  I told him he had to give me a "real hug".  After he gave me the hug he tryed to go up the stairs, but he slipped.  I couldn't help but laugh.  Will looked at me in his mean "I'm going to hurt you but not really" look.  He told me that was my first and last "real hug".  Whatever.  Hey, wait!  What am I doing!  I don't have time to type this!  I need to get my hugs back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111032182374146654?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111032182374146654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111032182374146654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111032182374146654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111032182374146654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/real-hug.html' title='A &quot;Real Hug&quot;'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111024859821241111</id><published>2005-03-07T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T18:23:18.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Picky Are You?-Quiz</title><content type='html'>My Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaid back.&lt;br /&gt;Man -- you're one of those people who can just order right off the menu, aren't you? You don't walk in with any preconceived notions of who's "right" for you. It's cool that you're so go-with-the-flow -- it sets you up to find some real diamonds in the rough. The only thing to worry about with this attitude is that you don't want to be totally indiscriminate: for instance, you do have some vague standards about people treating you with some respect, right? And being honest with you, being accepting of you? If not, definitely develop those standards ASAP. It doesn't have to be a checklist -- just know where your personal line is, and make sure it's one that affords you plenty of dignity.&lt;br /&gt;Want to take this quiz? Go &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz_main.php?id=1792"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111024859821241111?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111024859821241111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111024859821241111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111024859821241111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111024859821241111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-picky-are-you-quiz.html' title='How Picky Are You?-Quiz'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111024751643761070</id><published>2005-03-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T18:05:16.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your type-quiz</title><content type='html'>My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quiet Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;The QS is the most mysterious "type" of all, because they can be in any clique, or no clique at all. They could hang on the sidelines of the jock crew, the geeky crew, or the goths, or the emo kids... or maybe they hang with the hip hop crew, but are more into R&amp;amp;B. Or they just hang in the library, reading during lunch. As such, you have to kind of actively scour the QS hotspots to "capture" one, and you'll almost definitely have to initiate the first conversation. Try:&lt;br /&gt;The library during lunch, or the quiet table in the cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;Parties -- look for the wallflower that looks about ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;The A.V. club, choir, or band&lt;br /&gt;The computer room&lt;br /&gt;Bookstores, coffee shops&lt;br /&gt;Video stores on Friday or Saturday evenings (the QS often rents alone)&lt;br /&gt;The park on a sunny Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take this quiz, go &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz_main.php?id=1552"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111024751643761070?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111024751643761070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111024751643761070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111024751643761070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111024751643761070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-your-type-quiz.html' title='What&apos;s your type-quiz'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-111024339020209737</id><published>2005-03-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:00:44.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>We're starting poetry in my english class. YEAH!!! That's like my favorate thing to do. Anywho, we're making folders for the project. We find five poems that are published and five that we wrote or found on the internet. I've gots tons of poems, so I' m smooth sailing. The only thing is, all my friends want to put my poems in their folders. Well, I'm done. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-111024339020209737?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/111024339020209737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=111024339020209737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111024339020209737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/111024339020209737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah_07.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-110982996248240727</id><published>2005-03-02T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:06:02.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>Ok.  Now this was a weird dream.  In my dream, my friend, Devon, was a vampire.  He kept trying to suck my blood.  The weird thing is that I didn't seem to care.  In fact, I was helping him.  He would poke my neck but he couldn't get any blood.  I kept saying "No, to the left. Wait, your not on a vain. Ow!"  Yep, thats what I get for listening to too much Rocky Horror Picture Show music before I go to bed.  But can you really have too much Rocky Horror? Just wait till I tell Devon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, thinking is hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-110982996248240727?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/110982996248240727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=110982996248240727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110982996248240727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110982996248240727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-110972131119262946</id><published>2005-03-01T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:55:11.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack - Time Warp Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiffRaff:&lt;br /&gt;It's astounding;&lt;br /&gt;Time is fleeting;&lt;br /&gt;Madness takes its toll.&lt;br /&gt;But listen closely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;Not for very much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiffRaff:&lt;br /&gt;I've got to keep control.&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing the time-warp&lt;br /&gt;Drinking those moments when&lt;br /&gt;The Blackness would hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiffRaff:&lt;br /&gt;And the void would be calling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transylvanians:&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time-warp again.Let's do the time-warp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;It's just a jump to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;And then a step to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;With your hands on your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;You bring your knees in tight.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the pelvic thrust&lt;br /&gt;That really drives you insane.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time-warp again.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time-warp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me.&lt;br /&gt;So you can't see me, no, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention,&lt;br /&gt;Well secluded, I see all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiffRaff:&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of a mind flip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;You're into the time slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiffRaff:&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magenta:&lt;br /&gt;You're spaced out on sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RiffRaff:&lt;br /&gt;Like you're under sedation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time-warp again.Let's do the time-warp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia:&lt;br /&gt;Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think&lt;br /&gt;When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.&lt;br /&gt;He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;He had a pickup truck, and the devil's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me and I felt a change.&lt;br /&gt;Time meant nothing, never would again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time-warp again.Let's do the time-warp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;It's just a jump to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;And then a step to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator:&lt;br /&gt;With your hands on your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;You bring your knees in tight.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the pelvic thrust&lt;br /&gt;That really drives you insane.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time-warp again.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the time-warp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love that song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-110972131119262946?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/110972131119262946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=110972131119262946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110972131119262946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110972131119262946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-110964461093320969</id><published>2005-02-28T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:36:50.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long phone call</title><content type='html'>Will and I talked on the phone yesterday for 6 hours straight... about nothing. This is a reinactment (so can't spell)!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sup?&lt;br /&gt;Will: Not much.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Will: hhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Want to hear a song?&lt;br /&gt;Will: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Me: K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Thinking is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-110964461093320969?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/110964461093320969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=110964461093320969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110964461093320969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110964461093320969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-phone-call.html' title='Long phone call'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-110953475114177764</id><published>2005-02-27T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:05:51.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could have been a hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swing from the tree tops&lt;br /&gt;Comes a man to save the day&lt;br /&gt;I guess he didn’t see that truck&lt;br /&gt;Splat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-110953475114177764?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/110953475114177764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=110953475114177764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110953475114177764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110953475114177764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/02/could-have-been-hero.html' title='Could have been a hero'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-110920100581563302</id><published>2005-02-23T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:23:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing test</title><content type='html'>We had the writing test today. The test was in third hour. After second hour (which was only fifteen minutes cause of an assembly) I asked Will how he thought he would do. He said he's goin' to flunk cause he has no imagination. Yeah right! I told him he would do fine (unlike me). He said I'll do better than him. Man, that kid can lie! lol When school was out, I went to go talk to Devon, a kid I talk to everyday after school. I asked him how he did on the test. He said he did everything perfect the he smiled at me. Boy, all my friend are so sarcastic! Well, the learned from the best. lol  Anyway I'm outty, Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-110920100581563302?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/110920100581563302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=110920100581563302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110920100581563302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110920100581563302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/02/writing-test.html' title='Writing test'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-110911388109005464</id><published>2005-02-22T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T15:11:21.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing test blues</title><content type='html'>Today at school, we prepared for our big writing test tomorrow. I've been having nightmares about this test all month long. My mom wrote Ms. Shoffner, my english teacher, a letter about how it's been scaring me and all. I gave it to her first thing in the morning. She told me I was a good writer and that I was going to do great. She helped me a little but I'm still really scared. I hope I get enough sleep tonight even though I know I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-110911388109005464?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/110911388109005464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=110911388109005464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110911388109005464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110911388109005464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/02/writing-test-blues.html' title='Writing test blues'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10843869.post-110886811785950310</id><published>2005-02-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T18:55:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Show</title><content type='html'>Every year my school has a talent show. I always want to do something but I never get a chance cause I'm always sick. I haven't gotten sick alot this year so I'm think I'll be able to do something. All year I've been thinking of what I could do. I sang my friend, Brooke, a song and she really liked it so I think I'll do it for the talent show. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saga Begins---------------Lyrical adaption of 'American Pie' by Don McLeanMusic Corporation of America, Inc./Benny Bird Music (BMI)(Administered by Copyright Management, Inc.)New lyrics by Al Yankovic&lt;br /&gt;With Special Thanks to George Lucas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long long time agoin a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the Federation into Maybe cutting them a little slack But their response, it didn't thrill us They locked the doors and tried to kill us We escaped from that gas Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass We took a bongo from the scene And we went to Theed to see the queen We all wound up on TatooineThat's where we found this boy...Oh my my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" Did you know this junkyard slave Isn't even old enough to shave But he can use the Force they say Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen Though he's just nine and she's fourteen Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday Well, I know he built C-3PO And I've heard how fast his pod can go And we were broke, it's true So we made a wager or two He was a prepubescent flyin' ace And the minute Jabba started off that race Well, I know who would win first place Oh yes, it was our boy We started singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" Now we finally got to Coruscant The Jedi Council we knew would want To see how good the boy could be So we took him there and we told the tale How his midi-chlorians were off the scale And he might fulfill that prophecy Oh, the Council was impressed, of course Could he bring balance to the Force?They interviewed the kid Oh, training they forbid Because Yoda sensed in him much fear And Qui-Gon said, "Now listen here Just stick it in your pointy ear I still will teach this boy" He was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" We caught a ride back to Naboo 'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to I frankly would've liked to stay We all fought in that epic war And it wasn't long at all before Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day And in the end some Gungans died Some ships blew up and some pilots fried A lot of folks were croakin' The battle droids were broken And the Jedi I admire most Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost I guess I'll train this boy And I was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" We were singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10843869-110886811785950310?l=stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/110886811785950310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10843869&amp;postID=110886811785950310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110886811785950310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10843869/posts/default/110886811785950310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidity-on-ice.blogspot.com/2005/02/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show'/><author><name>Mac&amp;amp;Cheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05934251279087389996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.broadwayinchicago.com/images/shows_wicked.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
