<?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-5253432093482374088</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:32:21.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything Goes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-8405162464072905382</id><published>2009-01-07T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:49:46.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth the travel?</title><content type='html'>Paris, France. There are so many things to say about it. Yes, I'll admit that it does have it's perks. I'm just saying that those perks are not worth seeing. First off, you have to make the commute, which is exensive. The hotels there are also very expensive; and only for a little rinky dinky hotel. Of course, you could stay in a hostel, but who knows what kind of germs and filth fill the rooms of the various hostels. You see, I went to Paris in the summer of 2008. It's all fine and dandy to see the sights, but you would swear you are in the USA just by being there. The tourist number is exceeding what it should be; it is pushing the limit. Along every tourist attraction, there are always either people trying to sell you keychains, or people begging for money. They will come up to you asking whether or not you speak English. Here is some advice: say no! I guess that I will wrap this review up with the following. Do not waste your time and money in Paris; go somewhere more eventful, like Prague.&lt;br /&gt;My rating of Paris, France? 1 out of 3 French Hens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-8405162464072905382?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/8405162464072905382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=8405162464072905382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/8405162464072905382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/8405162464072905382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-worth-travel.html' title='Is it worth the travel?'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-8610491990872283565</id><published>2008-12-17T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:13:47.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9: SuperBad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am McLovin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wj4RujL6JWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wj4RujL6JWE&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Details in the Script: The scene takes place in a local liquor store. There are only three characters in which we can see, two policemen and a woman. The policemen are both white and dressed in their police uniforms. The lady is of a darker skin tone, "African" if you will. The woman stands behind the counter; she is the cashier. The counter is never seen, but we know that it is there because she leans on it. It is most likely up to about her waist. Both of the policemen have a pencil and a notepad. The scene doesn't change at all and no props are added or lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Details to and for the People: This scene is filmed by switching back and forth between the two parties. It goes from the woman behind the counter to the two policemen. The policemen use the notepads and pencils to take notes and to illustrate an M&amp;amp;M when the time comes. They also use them in their hand gestures, which add to the interrogation somewhat. The two policemen add in stupidity to the role by contradicting each other and the woman. They stutter when speaking to show that they are not the best of policemen. The cashier puts an attitude into her voice, so that she can sound more annoyed at the policemen. She carries a different tone through the scene as her mood changes from annoyed to downright angry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-8610491990872283565?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/8610491990872283565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=8610491990872283565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/8610491990872283565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/8610491990872283565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-superbad.html' title='#9: SuperBad'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-5567038127826807376</id><published>2008-12-02T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:26:23.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fading in and out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the other side and back;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The choice is all yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving out your strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paler and paler each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'til there's nothing left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Packing back and forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For what seems like a lifetime-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for your fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-5567038127826807376?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/5567038127826807376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=5567038127826807376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/5567038127826807376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/5567038127826807376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/12/8-struggle.html' title='#8 Struggle'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-4740438541039472539</id><published>2008-11-19T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:41:31.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 Musical Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A whole day dedicated to dancing and singing? It's the perfect idea for a new holiday! We'll call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musical Day.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We promise that this has been worth the wait. On June 5th of every year, treat yourself to some singing and dancing. Now you won't be punished if you choose not to celebrate, but who wouldn't want to celebrate this wonderful day? We plan to decerate the world with music notes and instruments, and dancers. There will be live entertainment of musicals happening in every for the duration of the day. The world will become one big musical; our observers will be whatever life form is out past our Earth. There really are no limitations to this holiday; go crazy, and have fun. Don't worry about being made fun of (if you can't sing or dance) because chances are that there are many more out there who lack the ability. Of course, we cannot begin celebration until the origins of this holiday are explained. Musical Day was created by none other than singers and dancers who couldn't make it to the top. They figured that if they cannot be stars, they should at least have a day to parade through their town doing what they love. Thus, Musical Day was thought up. These reject singers and dancers can participate in the musical for their town. They can feel wanted on their day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, are you ready to finally celebrate? Well, you'd better be. Get ready, because on June 5th, Musical Day will rock this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-4740438541039472539?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/4740438541039472539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=4740438541039472539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/4740438541039472539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/4740438541039472539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-musical-day.html' title='#7 Musical Day'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-6694169635325667073</id><published>2008-11-12T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:21:49.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Law number 1029382 in the book of laws: no more 'scene kidz'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this would be the perfect law to have. It was bad enough when those pansy emo kids came along, but now the world has to deal with these scene creatures. It's a whole world of myspace and photoshop. Color is also a key factor in the scene style. I would love to just be able to get onto the internet without seeing something about these scene kids. They need to go. No longer will the world face people walking around in their bright colors and their hello kitty accessories; with the crazy spiked up hairstyle. I definately think that the world would be a much happier place without the existance of the scene population. The sad fact of it is that a lot of the style comes from photoshop itself. Without photoshop, these scene kids would have no method of making themselves look quote-unquote perfect. They use photoshop on any photo taken in order to rid of their insecurities. They also use an overabundance of makeup and way too much color. These scene kids think that they are stylish, when instead they are blinding the world with their repulsiveness. The true fact of the matter is that they could all be decent looking if they just dressed without overdoing every little thing. Even though I don't see an overdose of scene kids in our population, there are enough around and the internet is full of them. I guess this is just a rant from me here, but I do hope you all agree that this should indeed be a law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-6694169635325667073?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/6694169635325667073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=6694169635325667073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/6694169635325667073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/6694169635325667073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/11/6-why-so-serious.html' title='#6 Why so serious?'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-8760610316264304845</id><published>2008-10-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:03:06.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 Sparky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SQkcc5XUvaI/AAAAAAAAABM/FTcUMaRPz6c/s1600-h/HalloweenBeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262768922319699362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SQkcc5XUvaI/AAAAAAAAABM/FTcUMaRPz6c/s320/HalloweenBeast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who could this be, other than Sparky, the Halloween Dog? On any normal day, he is simply Sparky, the nice, gentle neighborhood dog. But, when that clock strikes twelve, and the first second of Halloween day is lived, Sparky warps into a beast. He is unlike any beast you would see in the movies, for the sole reason that it would be too petrifying to show. When the clock strikes twelve, Sparky's eyes receed to the back of his head. They are overthrown by a glowing red light, that fills the entirety of the eye slots. His short haired figure becomes drastically changed as he sprouts a full head of blonde hair, trying to cover up the blazing red eyes. Sparky's teeth fall out, as a new set of fangs grow in. They are sharper than the scythe belonging to the grim reaper. His normal, black collar is replaced with a pink one, with bones on it; this is used to make Sparky more badass. Once the transformation is complete, Sparky waits for Halloween night to come. He then makes his way out of the house; grabbing a pillow sack on the way out and proceeds to walk on his hind legs for the remainder of the night. Who would guess that Sparky is simply reusing the same Halloween costume each year, and that his favorite food just happens to be candy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-8760610316264304845?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/8760610316264304845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=8760610316264304845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/8760610316264304845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/8760610316264304845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-sparky.html' title='#5 Sparky'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SQkcc5XUvaI/AAAAAAAAABM/FTcUMaRPz6c/s72-c/HalloweenBeast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-858532405846446833</id><published>2008-10-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:19:57.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ba-melon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SP_ANbOTcaI/AAAAAAAAABE/P4Q8dl17spI/s1600-h/Banana-Melon--21148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260134226670612898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SP_ANbOTcaI/AAAAAAAAABE/P4Q8dl17spI/s320/Banana-Melon--21148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a mess free watermelon? How about having a banana and a watermelon, at the same time? If so, you need to sink your teeth into one of these. After much scientific quaralling, it has been agreed upon that this marvelous fruit is to be called "The Ba-melon." This is a remarkable discovery that will have you eating non-stop for days. With scientists working on this beaut' for many years, it is fact that your taste buds will appreciate you satisfying their appetite. However, the fun doesn't stop here. As we speak, scientists are working on creating more of these &lt;em&gt;magical&lt;/em&gt; beings. Soon, there will be hybrid fruits in every grocery. These fruits will overtake any normal fruit. So be sure to get down to the store and buy your ba-melon today. Also, be sure to keep an eye out for more of these beautiful beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stores now, 6 for only $3.99. Get it quick while offer lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side effects may include cravings and damage to your taste buds (on account of the taste being so miraculous).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-858532405846446833?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/858532405846446833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=858532405846446833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/858532405846446833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/858532405846446833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/10/ba-melon.html' title='The Ba-melon'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SP_ANbOTcaI/AAAAAAAAABE/P4Q8dl17spI/s72-c/Banana-Melon--21148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-6809171625637823741</id><published>2008-09-24T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:16:40.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 Can't you just picture it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249750982552888802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SNrctEpSpeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aGwr9LizMNE/s320/sunset-at-western-lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Imagine being at the scene of this picture. Sitting by the seashore as the sun sets around you. The land around you is as black as the night. It is like everything dies down for the sun to set. The grass you sit on towers above you, as if you are a two story building with skyscrapers encircling you. The crisp air is attracted to you as it smashes into your body. The smell of the sea rushes up through your nostrils. The stench of sea water is so bad that you could almost taste it. The sound, in a way, is like that of the sounds of a busy road. The insects come out in the night, which may be irritating, but they are only doing their job. The sound of the seaside would be music to your ears. The relaxing sound of water, sloshing around as it comes together with the land. Each ripple is enough to summon the waves. Alone in the glistening light. The sunset is enough to brighten your life. Now envision it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253432093482374088-6809171625637823741?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/6809171625637823741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=6809171625637823741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/6809171625637823741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/6809171625637823741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-cant-you-just-picture-it.html' title='#3 Can&apos;t you just picture it?'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SNrctEpSpeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aGwr9LizMNE/s72-c/sunset-at-western-lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-666168708091789794</id><published>2008-09-17T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:40:54.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Jared Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After many days searching for my perfect fansite, I finally found it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jared-leto.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. One very dedicated fan is spending their life to keep up with mine. It has everything about me: when clicking on my name, I find a biography, a fact file, a list of all the films I have been in and even a trivia. As quoted on the site, I once said that "I don't like doing interviews. I'm not pretending to be some superneurotic, hiding in my closet. I could care less about anybody knowing who I am, but I realize this is part of the game. Maybe if I really hated this whole public thing, I would go do plays in Hoboken." After that, it intrigues me to know that everyone knows about every little aspect of my life. Everywhere I go, everyday I spend is noted by the media and spread by these hopeless fanboys and fangirls. Everything I do is noticed; my own brother gets less attention than me. Shannon, Tomo and I formed 30 Seconds to Mars together and that is how it should be. Our publicity should be shared. People should make fansites for our band as a whole and my boys should have the opportunity to act just as I do. Of course, I would never say that I hate my fans. Also, I cannot say that I hate the attention. Sometimes I get caught up in the moment. I go onto my fansite and see how I affect others. I can see how people love what I do and who I am. I just wish that some things could be kept secret. Everytime I am out with a friend (usually only when that friend is a woman), it is noted. The media automatically assumes we are together and reports it. The fangirls and fanboys get ahold of that information and go crazy in fansites, like the one I found. They post forums about me and multiple rumors are spread. So even though it can be nice to have a perfect fansite, I think that sometimes it can just be overwhelming.&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/5253432093482374088-666168708091789794?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/666168708091789794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=666168708091789794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/666168708091789794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/666168708091789794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-jared-who.html' title='#2 Jared Who?'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253432093482374088.post-1865017754177249323</id><published>2008-09-09T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:02:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 What in blue blazes is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SMhm0GsSLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XVyVAt_xm3s/s1600-h/Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244554811408526786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="175" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SMhm0GsSLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XVyVAt_xm3s/s320/Cow.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a Kindergartner-&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a moo cow. A cow says moo! This cow is white and black. He has black spots. This cow is very big. When the cow is hungry, he eats grass. He munch, munch, munches on all the yummy grass. He eats until his tummy is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a Chef-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When looking at this picture, we can easily see that this cow is about ready to become food. Now the more meat we can get out of this sucker, the better. The way I see it, we can a good 600 pounds of meat if we gut this thing all the way. We can get those ribs that the people love and get us some Sirloin to make our famous dish. The top of this cow will give us enough steak for a couple of nights. We can get some T-bone steak, some tenderloin and some filet mignon. Also, we can pull some ground beef from him and make some hamburgers; the Tuesday special. Just give it another four days and this baby is all ours. &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/5253432093482374088-1865017754177249323?l=thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/feeds/1865017754177249323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5253432093482374088&amp;postID=1865017754177249323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/1865017754177249323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5253432093482374088/posts/default/1865017754177249323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisiswhereschoolgotme.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-what-in-blue-blazes-is-that.html' title='#1 What in blue blazes is that?'/><author><name>Checkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09542759853992428431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vzr2Ex5Eyp8/SMhm0GsSLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XVyVAt_xm3s/s72-c/Cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
