<?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-2471943046499112135</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:28:33.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlled Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>because such is my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6770838514519135269</id><published>2010-03-13T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:09:43.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had a complete blog worthy moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I haven't felt too important this past week or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just upset in general. Drama with some of my family that just makes me sad. And the realization that I'm nearly 20 and I haven't accomplished anything very big with my life. I'm a babysitter. Who lives at home. My best friend is my mom and a 3 and 1 &amp;amp; a half year old. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but you know... You cant tell your mom about your sex life (or lack thereof) because thats just a little awkward, no matter who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So anyways. The point of this blog. Is this little girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448378654825669442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/S5yHhRK0Y0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yuwzqsa85jc/s320/P3130007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, we had a family party. I'm terrible at hiding my emotions. All it takes is one person, to say one wrong thing, And I have my angry face on. And it doesn't even have to be on that day. It could have been a week ago. And not even directed at me. Its not healthy. And I need to find a better way to deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I'm standing there, with my angry face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And Zely sees me, out of the many people around. And she runs up to me, and reaches up for me to pick her up. So I do, and she kicks her legs all excited, and she hugs me. And then her little face looks up into mine, and she says to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and she kisses my arm. And she wiggles out of my arms, and runs to the living room screaming "go!" at the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And in that moment, everything was better. And I had one of those moments where you are just so happy that you know life isn't all that terrible, and it could be worse. I could be homeless or something.&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/2471943046499112135-6770838514519135269?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6770838514519135269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6770838514519135269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6770838514519135269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6770838514519135269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/S5yHhRK0Y0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yuwzqsa85jc/s72-c/P3130007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7040246974982744304</id><published>2010-03-11T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:20:42.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its 1.....AM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I can not sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stupid sleeping pills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But its ok because tomorrow is friday and I can sleep all I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Looooovely, oh so awesome, Tia told me I better get to blogging so she has something to read while she's at work. Because who actually works at work, right? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Only thing is I never have anything I really want to say here. Because its to easy to offend someone and then I'd feel bad. So, from now on, its a picture blog. If I have a picture that I really love, I'll post that, with the story that goes along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That way I entertain my Tia (because I love you) and I get to brag about how good life really is sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just something to keep me from dying of boredom. I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This one doesn't have a story, she's just freakin cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447643646593824050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/S5nrCKIjdTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/p-YqDna09FQ/s320/P2116629.JPG" /&gt;&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/2471943046499112135-7040246974982744304?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7040246974982744304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=7040246974982744304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7040246974982744304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7040246974982744304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/S5nrCKIjdTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/p-YqDna09FQ/s72-c/P2116629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2050307787333050144</id><published>2009-11-24T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:13:44.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I feel like I should start out my blog with ''Dear Readers,"&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to take a placement test at SAC (our community collage) and I now have an official student ID. Whaaaat! Pretty badass, huh? I actually did really good on everything. Except math. I failed that miserably.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of expected that though so I wasn't very upset over it.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Alaina &amp;amp; I went downtown to just hang out. I looooove downtown, that's where all the tourists are. I don't understand why people get so fussy over tourists. I love to see all the different people, and Imagine the kind of adventures they are having, the exciting feelings that come along with being in a new place. We went to the Rivercenter mall Where I found these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407935860500587250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SwzZAz074vI/AAAAAAAAAHI/s6B5cCOOAPU/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I actually went to the hot topic website to look it up, just incase someone wanted to buy them for me. No? Fiiiine.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found my rose incense! Victorian Rose...Soooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And Then we went to McDonalds, Its the dirtiest one in the city...Bet you didn't know that! I don't know why I always tell everyone that. You would think the most popular one would be the cleanest but nope...&lt;br /&gt;I was going to buy a homeless guy a burger, But I forgot. Down town is also where most of S.A.'s homeless people hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should go to sleep...I have to be up early, I'm going to breakfast with my Abuelito &amp;amp; Dad. Then to the thrift store. &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/2471943046499112135-2050307787333050144?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2050307787333050144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2050307787333050144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2050307787333050144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2050307787333050144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-i-should-start-out-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SwzZAz074vI/AAAAAAAAAHI/s6B5cCOOAPU/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8358828779363651915</id><published>2009-11-13T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:13:36.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its been two months since I've posted anything...I actually had to look up my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm so tired. Its baby central over here, I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LOUIS&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403799430173234658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sv4m84DvFeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z4bxP9hYl_E/s320/101_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who tricked me into our relationship!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's the sweetest boy when you don't really know him. But then once he's on that comfortable level, the little monster comes out. He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; entertaining though. If you tell him to ''pick up his booty" he does a little dance. I watch him everyday from 7-5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ZELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sv4oEnpxUeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qZ2OvEsoc6w/s1600-h/l_be8795ab0c284124a52fdc7c365c2a0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403800662719943138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sv4oEnpxUeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qZ2OvEsoc6w/s320/l_be8795ab0c284124a52fdc7c365c2a0e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who is growing up :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I get her every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, to give her grandma (my aunt) a break. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; funny. My mom has these little people, they were toys of hers when she was little, and the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love to play with them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zely&lt;/span&gt; puts them on her finger, and then walks around going ''hi....hi....hiiiiiiii'' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. And shes such a drama queen (what? Drama Queen, in THIS family? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But there is also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BABY V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sv4qhICxm-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fj_WcmJlZqo/s1600-h/CopyofHalloweenpics2009009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403803351474346978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sv4qhICxm-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fj_WcmJlZqo/s320/CopyofHalloweenpics2009009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who I visit any chance that I get. She's growing up too...That girl talks more that I thought possible "Ryan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna have the party, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; gonna be movies, and toys, and babies, and hugs &amp;amp; kisses, and toys, and all for me! And cupcakes! For me! Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;valencia&lt;/span&gt;, cause its my party" And on and on and on...My baby girl. She told her grandpa he could come, but he had to bring her a present. I couldn't stop laughing. Shes turning three, on the 19. I get to babysit her tomorrow I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND THEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You think that would be it. But nope, one more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Thumper&lt;/span&gt;, my bunny. Is driving me absolutely insane. He needs to be fixed, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; found a vet that will do it. The last one I called was 200 dollars. For a free rabbit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Uhhhmmm&lt;/span&gt;...No? I can't afford that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; I have to do some more calling around and see whats up. He keeps trying to mark his territory on my bed, He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt; quite a few times. Thank god for steam cleaners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; really it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm trying to get back in with Toys for Tots..It was always so much fun, I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Annnnd&lt;/span&gt;, My new obsession is making cupcakes. I learned how to make fondant :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; it. I suppose you haven't really missed to much in two months, have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8358828779363651915?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8358828779363651915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8358828779363651915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8358828779363651915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8358828779363651915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-two-months-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sv4m84DvFeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z4bxP9hYl_E/s72-c/101_1225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8701337483307853410</id><published>2009-08-31T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:30:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have millions of complaints and much more whining to do, But that wouldn't exactly go with the theme of the entry.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. my cat just whacked me in the eye with her tail. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this entry is Movie Night Friday at the party house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"dude check it out you're mom brought us cookies and juice boxs!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376024231148570786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Spt5jgmAyKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ws4PY6TRBX4/s320/P8280176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"score! Lets get this movie started!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Spt7Dy5WynI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YMOmpTrjo-M/s1600-h/P8280177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376025885328984690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Spt7Dy5WynI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YMOmpTrjo-M/s320/P8280177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will be a video of the dancing that went on as soon as I cant get it working. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8701337483307853410?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8701337483307853410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8701337483307853410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8701337483307853410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8701337483307853410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-millions-of-complaints-and-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Spt5jgmAyKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ws4PY6TRBX4/s72-c/P8280176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3237769258171458670</id><published>2009-07-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:51:31.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sl7N0iQ1D4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J-5wF27WgLY/s1600-h/img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358946909051752322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sl7N0iQ1D4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J-5wF27WgLY/s320/img018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This Saturday will have been one year since Zely was born.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to see how much my baby girl has grown. And good to see How life is changing for her mom, and her dad, who is finally stepping up and being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy to think one year ago, I as helping kristy through one of the most difficult and scary things we've ever been though. All the amazing emotions that went on. All the blood and "oh my god i'm gonna be sick" body shaking moments.But It was one of the most amazing moments in my life, holding her for the first time. Seeing her actually come into this world. It amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are, a year later, I have a goddaughter to spoil rotten. She's become my best friend, And I think I'm hers. Depends on whether or not theres food in my hand. I've got to help set up for her party which should be fun. Its on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday i spend the day with her, so that's awesome. I'm gonna give her presents and a little cupcake. Cause I know she'll be thrilled about the cupcake lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2471943046499112135-3237769258171458670?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3237769258171458670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3237769258171458670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3237769258171458670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3237769258171458670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-saturday-will-have-been-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sl7N0iQ1D4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/J-5wF27WgLY/s72-c/img018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5818166785714363543</id><published>2009-05-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:42:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/ShtiRacL2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WxDoss2CakA/s1600-h/SparkyGrape.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339969834472691986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/ShtiRacL2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WxDoss2CakA/s320/SparkyGrape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't planned on writing about him here. I didn't wanna be sad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i came to my journal but I think he deserves it. He was my first baby. I have my cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt; and my dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gordo&lt;/span&gt;...But mom takes care of them. Sparky was the first pet that was all mine, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. And I failed horribly. Its silly to go on and say ''well we had good times, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what matters'' cause that really doesn't help the fact that he died. It sucks. He was always happy to see me. He'd walk to the front of the cage when he saw i was there and just wait for me to pick him up. I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on getting another turtle, because as completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt; as it sounds, It gave me some sort of importance, to have him depend on me. But it wont be for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; him in a box that held one of my biggest dreams, right by moms rose bushes.&lt;br /&gt;Now he gets to eat all the grapes and strawberries he wants with no fear of constipation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; heaven for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-5818166785714363543?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5818166785714363543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5818166785714363543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5818166785714363543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5818166785714363543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/ShtiRacL2RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WxDoss2CakA/s72-c/SparkyGrape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1885095250110915952</id><published>2009-05-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:41:43.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sgxz5J3G60I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DOVSxmLv2xs/s1600-h/P5050458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335767084263992130" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sgxz5J3G60I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DOVSxmLv2xs/s320/P5050458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Look at how gorgeous that child is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its just not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I look at baby pictures of me and my cousins when we were babies. Sure we were cute. But I looked like a boy for the first 4 years of my life and kristy had a serious drooling problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh well. I get to brag about having the most beautiful niece.&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/2471943046499112135-1885095250110915952?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1885095250110915952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1885095250110915952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1885095250110915952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1885095250110915952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-how-gorgeous-that-child-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Sgxz5J3G60I/AAAAAAAAAGA/DOVSxmLv2xs/s72-c/P5050458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5460915501376032824</id><published>2009-05-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:22:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost ANOTHER one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Idiotic Party boys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for a day and decided it wasn't really worth it..It was only a month, Not like we had history or anything. AND he did it over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the search begins...&lt;br /&gt;Not really, I don't want a boyfriend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kristy made this list, when i was feeling a little shity, and I'm going to post it here. So When i feel like whining again I can read it and go 'ooohhhh yeah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He's forced to listen to you talk about stupid shit like how your foot itches because if he doesn't you can throw a huge fit.&lt;br /&gt;-He buys you things...unless hes broke or cheap in which case this one doesn't apply&lt;br /&gt;-He calls you baby&lt;br /&gt;- Attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He acts different around his friends.&lt;br /&gt;-He's broke or cheap.&lt;br /&gt;-He's lazy.&lt;br /&gt;-You cant smile at the cute boy at HEB.&lt;br /&gt;-You have to tell them what you're doing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;-He forgets to text.&lt;br /&gt;-He rarely call when they say they will.&lt;br /&gt;-You have to worry about sharing time with your family AND your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;-You have to laugh at jokes that really aren't that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THERE.&lt;br /&gt;Until I can find a guy who doesn't do any of those things, I refuse to be in a relationship. I'm young and I have plenty of time to waste. That's probably not true. Give me two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers day went pretty ok...Since the moms couldn't work and I was the only cousin with no life, and men are completely incapable, I pretty much got put in charge. I made beans, rice, potato salad, and corn and dad made the meat. Everything came out good too :) I bought mom some outfits and a movie. I bought my aunt a necklace and my abuelita a purse, and Kristy, since it was her first mothers day, I went big and got her a six flags pass, to which she went 'yes! god i love being a mom!'&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SgpKzXxJQ5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/0Xxz1IgxgJk/s1600-h/P5100479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335158954987701138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SgpKzXxJQ5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/0Xxz1IgxgJk/s320/P5100479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/2471943046499112135-5460915501376032824?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5460915501376032824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5460915501376032824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5460915501376032824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5460915501376032824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SgpKzXxJQ5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/0Xxz1IgxgJk/s72-c/P5100479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6111781957417057941</id><published>2009-03-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:50:37.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe...My car, my baby, my life, my love, my escape...Is very very sick.&lt;br /&gt;Shes getting horrible fevers (over heating. though that was my fault)&lt;br /&gt;And her eye sight is horrible. In fact she needs eye surgery, as my dad was driving on the freeway and her eye fell out. It was quite tragic. Please pray for her, She needs good wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other, less solemn news, I bought myself the most kick ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disney&lt;/span&gt; princess coloring/sticker book.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me hope that someday I'll meet my man,while wearing an ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poofy&lt;/span&gt; dress while singing to the birds and scrubbing the floor.&lt;br /&gt;It could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me happy. Shes so silly. She makes my day. We went to dinner together and I told her i loved her and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. The sweetest two year old ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb4kV4Hl3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iosAEwZci6E/s1600-h/P2190063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209713388951410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb4kV4Hl3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iosAEwZci6E/s320/P2190063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6111781957417057941?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6111781957417057941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6111781957417057941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6111781957417057941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6111781957417057941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummmm-hey-babes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb4kV4Hl3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iosAEwZci6E/s72-c/P2190063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6601302815304916819</id><published>2009-03-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:21:48.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I gots me a new crush.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnnd.&lt;br /&gt;I got my drivers license!!! Do the happy dance with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lots has been going on, my little brothers best friend moved away, his dad is in the military. I know that situation all to well, never having a best friend around for more than two years, I was a military brat. Adrian came into my room trying not to cry and then just sat there while I hugged him still trying not to cry. I was a little sad too. He was a sweet kid, equally as nerdy as adrian. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312798308861317186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SbrZ6dr5kEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WLuyVBpjGIs/s320/P3090153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So to cheer him up, i told him we'd have a sleep over, with a shit load of candy and junk food, and we'd watch a movie. He wasn't that thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;But then he saw me come home with a 6 pack of canned coke (his favorite) and a bunch of other stuff that really isn't healthy, and he got excited. It was cute. We made a deal to have a movie night once a month. Alex even got into it and watched the movie with us...which is a rare occasion. He'd prefer to be doing his own thing most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its spring break for kristy so she spent three nights over here, her mom was painting and there was no where for them to sleep. It was fun having them over, i missed it. We watched high school musical 3 (I sooo didn't pick that one.) and nick and norahs infinite playlist. I took her to get her drivers license and she passed!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312799222051184162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SbravnlVHiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fx5qO0YCyVU/s200/P3100155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was sweet cause when i dropped her off back home she gave me an extra kiss and said thank you, sincere moments like that are rare for her. So it made me feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday i had to go over and pick up the steam cleaner (stupid dog...) and she wasn't there, so i called and she was all ''yeah i'll be there soon, don't mess with my panties!!" so of course i went into her room and hung up a bunch of panties on her ceiling fan. Then left before she got there. And i guess her boyfriend had gone in there to put the baby in her crib, but he didn't notice..Kristy was all "I saw them and i was thinking omg please dont look up"&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; a picture of Zely. Cause she's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SbrbgOTjQNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/77m8bxAvjq4/s1600-h/P3090152.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312800057079316690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SbrbgOTjQNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/77m8bxAvjq4/s320/P3090152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6601302815304916819?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6601302815304916819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6601302815304916819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6601302815304916819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6601302815304916819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-gots-me-new-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SbrZ6dr5kEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WLuyVBpjGIs/s72-c/P3090153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-614958952358285514</id><published>2009-01-09T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:03:17.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my heart broken :(&lt;br /&gt;He cheated on me. And then just completely just stopped talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell does that? Like as much as they fight for you to trust them, and then one day wake up and decide 'no nevermind'?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's really all i can say. As long as he thinks he didn't hurt me, I want him to think he didn't mean that much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my idiot ex jackass came back telling me i was to old to hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;No....I'm not :)&lt;br /&gt;When I stop dressing up for Halloween then I'll be to old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is about to lay me off. Which is actually a relief. I loved my job but I hated the people I worked with. When the youngest one in the group is acting like the adult you know you have some problems. One of the ladies I work with though is gonna pay me 12 dollars an hour to watch her two boys (both under 7...I'm scared.) two days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Life is stressful. I haven't really talked to any of my friends. I feel like an annoyance. So I keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and disgusted with this last relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is pushing me to get my life started. I have no clue how to, Or that i even want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment the only thing that brings me real happiness is my niece. She's gotten so big, And she's so funny. Her smile makes me crack up, but her sad face is even funnier, and she has so much to say. She looks exactly like Krissy when Krissy was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SWe7U7jYvCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MLBGs0QE8qU/s1600-h/l_4a6775b567c8465099db64a9be899e91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289402255627828258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SWe7U7jYvCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MLBGs0QE8qU/s320/l_4a6775b567c8465099db64a9be899e91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/2471943046499112135-614958952358285514?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/614958952358285514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=614958952358285514' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/614958952358285514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/614958952358285514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SWe7U7jYvCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MLBGs0QE8qU/s72-c/l_4a6775b567c8465099db64a9be899e91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4203913697487887342</id><published>2008-11-30T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:49:29.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/STN6nHBhxKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fn939RjNw_o/s1600-h/ICONATOR_b4b70cc2b05fb06c7030e8d4b56d2f7b.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274694400899925154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/STN6nHBhxKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fn939RjNw_o/s320/ICONATOR_b4b70cc2b05fb06c7030e8d4b56d2f7b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OhMyGosh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakin tired. I'm a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels the need to point out the fact that I look like crap...Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My panic attacks are more frequent. I found out I was making myself sick. For a while life was pretty good...no stress, good sleep and I was great. But then this past few weeks I've been having trouble with my boyfriend. Works been stressful (curse you people who shop on black Friday!) And I've felt really alone. I know I have people here for me....But I'm still missing a huge piece. It hurts :-/&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say..My stomach problems came back and I've been feeling really emotionally and physically exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just all sorts of medical problems.&lt;br /&gt;So young too. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut. I'm trying to be happy, and ignore my problems.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mexico. I ate my weight in tacos like usual, There was one moment when all the grown-ups (myself included finally. heck yes, bye-bye kiddies!! haha) were sitting at the table eating tacos from the place down the street, I have taken my last perfect bite, and everyone was smiling and happy..I think that was one of the most truly happiest moments of my life since I was 10. Its more special knowing that its only mine. I don't have to share.&lt;br /&gt;I brought back lots of goodies for krissy, Who was home sick for Mexico herself.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that for once I was actually legal, Like completely legal, and no one would let me drink! What the hell man! Its all good. I came home and had my share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arazely is beautiful and growing. 16 pounds and 4 months. Smiling and such a personality. She's going to have an attitude when she's older..She'll be one of those kids who know she's pretty and can get what she wants cause she's so freakin cute. The worst kind, i know. But I know she'll appreciate all that she gets. In my eyes her and Krissy deserve the world so there is no limit...Maybe that's a bad thing but It makes me happy to spoil them. I get it from my mom. And Dad too. She got her ears pierced!! She looks sooo pretty with her little gold studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is fun when I don't have to work with the idiot. I have a few good friends there, people I'd actually keep in touch with if/when I leave. I still want the book store but I don't think I'm smart enough. My feet are killing me though and they've given me a shit load more hours...Cause its the holidays. I want the money but I don't wanna work for it...That's what hard work teaches you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnyway. I'm sure you don't wanna read anymore. And I should probably go to bed..Gots work early tomorrow. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And just cause she deserves to be mentioned in the greatness that is my journal I wanted to tell Carrie Thank You. She's been helping me a little while I have my mental break downs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2471943046499112135-4203913697487887342?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4203913697487887342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4203913697487887342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4203913697487887342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4203913697487887342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohmygosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/STN6nHBhxKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fn939RjNw_o/s72-c/ICONATOR_b4b70cc2b05fb06c7030e8d4b56d2f7b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6624380676046257585</id><published>2008-09-13T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"But I'm the godmother!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;This is my excuse for stealing the baby all the time :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;And spoiling her rotten. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;Shes growing up already :(&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;She smiles and giggles and she doesn't cry when I hold her. Often. And when she does I go "ahhhhh" and she stops...Its pretty funny.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;Shes gassy. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;Shes still perfect.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kfKN7gUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tydNbmn7Dbg/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV-5R*PQbirsmv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;Me on the other hand...I've been better. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;I've been getting...panic attacks? I don't know. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;Yesterday I had a real shitty day at work, And I came home and I was just tired and hungry, and when I was explaining it all to my parents&amp;nbsp;I broke down. Just a few tears at first, then it got uncontrollable. I was shaking and sobbing and I couldn't breath and I felt numb. Then I got even more upset cause as much as&amp;nbsp;I tried I couldn't stop and that just made it worse.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;As much as I sleep its never enough.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;Work is sucking, all my work buddies left. And they don't wanna hire more people which means I get more hours and while yeah cool more money...I really don't want to be there any more than I already am. I don't NEED the job, I just have it to get me outta the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;After that there isn't to much going on.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;I've made a new friend. His&amp;nbsp;name is Gil.&amp;nbsp;I figure I should get that out there, If He's gonna be a part of my life you'll hear more of him and Don't want you to be all "who?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;He's hot. Just saying.... :-0&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;I have a psychiatrist appointment on Monday, Because like my mother, I am crazy. Only I have insomnia also. They put me on Lexapro but If I'm going thru what I'm going thru I don't think its working very well. And the sleeping pills stopped working, Actually they aren't even sleeping pills. I don't remember what they are but basically its just to calm me down, not put me to sleep. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33cc00&gt;I guess I'm done, not to much else is going on...Right now we are watching Zely so I'm gonna go steal her from mom....Cause I'm the godmother!! :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_2" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_2&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/2471943046499112135-6624380676046257585?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6624380676046257585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6624380676046257585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6624380676046257585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6624380676046257585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-godmother.html' title='&amp;quot;But I&amp;#39;m the godmother!!&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kfKN7gUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tydNbmn7Dbg/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV-5R*PQbirsmv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1911127041116684871</id><published>2008-07-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babyyyyy!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;People say that birth is a Miracle. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;While this may be true...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;it is a very very not pretty miracle.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So Thursday the 17, i get off of work, Have dinner with my dad, and head on over to Krissy's, shes having the baby the next day. And she wanted me there with her, so I spent the night.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Her due date was on the 16th, but baby girl didn't wanna come out, apparently She was waiting for her Grandmas birthday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;That night...we're laying there talking about stuff. Next thing you know &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"ow!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"what?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"cramp"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"oh...dude what if that was a contraction, that'd be funny cause its 12, so technically it's your moms birthday"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;After 4 more "cramps" I had to make her go tell her mom. She didn't want to, she wanted to put make up on so she would look pretty when she had the baby. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"mom....happy birthday!! Will you take me to the hospital?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;so at one we show up at the hospital and they set her up.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;It was me&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Tia Vicky in the delivery room. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;For most of the labor the drugs didn't even work on her! That's a long story of stupid doctors.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Me and Tia were a complete mess, Its scary seeing someone who you know is sooo strong, hurting so bad and theres absolutely nothing you can do.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then skipping all the gross stuff, with me on one side and tia on the other...my beeeeautiful Arazely came!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;9 freakin pounds!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Hee...told you she'd be fat.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;After the baby was out it was still horrible for krissy. She tore REALLY bad...and again, stupid doctors didn't fix her up right. She ended up having an anxiety attack. After it all Krissy fell asleep before she was able to feed the baby...So guess what??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kfTaMBeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nOdOXmemZPM/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV5W1SfWER2oZv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I got to give her her first meal :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;One of the coolest moments ever. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Krissy is feeling ok, she still hurts more than she'll let on but shes strong. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Shes got no Idea how proud everyone is of her, me especially. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And the baby, shes absolutely gorgeous. And really funny. I don't think anyone can get enough of her. So far I've done everthing but change her Diaper. I'm scared to do that lol. Shes soft, and smells like baby, shes got tons of hair!! Shes perfect :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kfsDRXjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-UdNKfxiELg/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVxy1VUKwDKYgv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_2" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_2&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/2471943046499112135-1911127041116684871?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1911127041116684871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1911127041116684871' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1911127041116684871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1911127041116684871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/babyyyyy.html' title='Babyyyyy!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kfTaMBeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nOdOXmemZPM/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV5W1SfWER2oZv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6038339832413266535</id><published>2008-06-29T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A phone conversation with Ryan...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm gonna go to the bathroom then go to bed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*...go to bed?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yes. I'm sooooo tired. I went to my grandmothers house and helped cut down a tree.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;* your grandmothers?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yeah the white one.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*hahahaha the white one??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Well its true!! She is!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*yeah but that's funny.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Ok, well love you! goodnight!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*love you, night&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;K&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*WAIT&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Huh?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*Huh?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Huh?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*Huh?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Huh?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;*ohhhhhhh bye.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Ok.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6038339832413266535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/phone-conversation-with-ryan.html' title='A phone conversation with Ryan...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kgUjaGhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ia1YI5F7Cc0/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVxbrr9Tr805Xv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7934302410549736231</id><published>2008-06-22T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens and Cows can too dance!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I go to my friend "Funky chickens and dancing cows!!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;He says "ohhhh i want steak and chicken!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;....That's as interesting as it gets.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I made baby shower invitations for Kristy, they needed help getting started so&amp;nbsp;I offered to help with that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And they came out freakin awesome. They look all professional! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yes, I AM bragging. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I worked for 10 hrs straight on them, i got mad cause the bows wouldn't come out so I'd have to re-do it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But the look on my aunts face when she saw them&amp;nbsp;made that work&amp;nbsp;totally worth it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;:)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then I downloaded a bunch of Princess songs for the baby shower, since its princess theme. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I got soooo sick of the love songs! I'm sure the Disney princesses had to get Angry every now and then, why didn't they ever sing about that?!?! And now I have some Pocahontas song stuck in my head. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Gar.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Being stuck in this house is driving me insane. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Everyone always comes over here, which i love, but then it never gives me a chance to get out. Its really frustrating. And then when I say something I hear "wanna go to HEB?".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Sooooon I will have a job, a license, and then i wont want to go out cause the job makes me tired and gas is to much. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Isnt life wonderful?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yep.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kg2b4BEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ok86hhn9_6E/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV9VjW5TfS3f*v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-7934302410549736231?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7934302410549736231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=7934302410549736231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7934302410549736231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7934302410549736231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/chickens-and-cows-can-too-dance.html' title='Chickens and Cows can too dance!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kg2b4BEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ok86hhn9_6E/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV9VjW5TfS3f*v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8437611339358920789</id><published>2008-06-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures &amp; stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I finally have pictures :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Did you look at the pictures?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Go look!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;NOW!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So you wanna hear stupid?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Erick pulled the "lets just be friends" line on me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Which I was totally fine with, I learned my lesson when i just jumped into a relationship, i did that last time and looked what happened. Lets NOT try it again. But then it got all awkward. We're still friends, and we still talk, but now I feel like I have to watch everything I do or say, I cant send him a random email saying something stupid cause I don't know how he'll take it. And its mostly me that feels that way, it isnt like he's doing anything, but still. ::sigh:: There goes another one. Doesn't that suck.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Krissy is due next month. I'm scared for her. She made me watch some stupid birthing video with her and now I am completely grossed out. And scared....she better take the drugs. She wants a natural birth and I think she is absolutely insane. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Who's heard that Katy Perry song? "I kissed a girl"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;If you haven't, go listen.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And then when you're doing laundry and realize you are singing that stupid song, I will laugh at you. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;OH. MY. GOD.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;**** BRAIN&amp;nbsp; I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT MY PERIOD****&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Ok. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I go to Six Flags with my cousins Andy, Diego, My dad &amp;amp; My brothers. Only I'm on my period, and brilliant me doesn't bring a spare pad. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Well, they made me go on a water ride. DAMN!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then they wanted me to go to the water park. DOUBLE DAMN....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And of course I'm a go with the flow - non-party-pooper type person. Fine. So I have to go into this store and ask if they sell tampons, I'm completely relieved cause its a chick (at 6 flags there is a large amount of good looking guys working there)...but then she says no.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So i have to go to another store, and to my complete horror.....Its a guy, my age, and completely hot.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;oh.my.god.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But, because I have a loving father, he sees my face and goes and asks if they sell them. And for some reason,&amp;nbsp;the guy&amp;nbsp;looks RIGHT AT ME.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;OHMYGOD.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then he smiles. Kill me now?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;That's when i turn around and leave.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then my dad comes out practically waving the thing around. Wonderful.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;***OK BRAIN I"M DONE***&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I babysat Valencia today, We played dress up (who cares if shes barely two! She loves her tutu!!) and then I gave her a lollipop which was the funniest thing ever. Her mouth was all green.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I guess I'm done. I have nothing else to talk about Unless you wanna hear about killer cramps and idiot boys, which really, who wants that?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8437611339358920789?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8437611339358920789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8437611339358920789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8437611339358920789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8437611339358920789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures-stuff.html' title='Pictures &amp;amp; stuff'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8070319880388507950</id><published>2008-05-31T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont touch the bunny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;You...are now reading the journal of an official 18 year old. You're so cool. :-p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Thank you for all my birthday wishes :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;This was the first year that everyone in my family actually said happy birthday to me. Whoa.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Last night Adrian came in at 12 and sang me happy birthday, it was cute :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Anyways...I couldn't sleep, so as any normal person would do at one in the morning I'm writing an entry.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;There aren't any pictures yet cause we didn't really do anything today, I went to the movies with my friend Erick (JUST a friend! Gosh!! For now anyways. Kidding!!!!....OR am I?? hmmmm) and he made me a cd for my birthday with a bunch of punk bands on it. Cool. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;It was kind of pathetic. I was paranoid I'd run into Jackass. I hate how hes ruined so much for me :-/&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Oh well. Knowing so many people want to severely hurt him, really does make me feel better. ::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But I did have fun, we went to see Iron Man, and he laughed at my stupid jokes, and actually talked back. I hate when the most people can offer is a "yeah".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Speaking of movies. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I went to see Shutter, my very first scary movie in a theater, with my mom a few days ago. I didn't think it was very scary, but it was fun, I always get jumpy &amp;amp; giggle alot whenever I see scary movies.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And some old dude was sitting alone in the back of the theater, with a stuffed bunny...He was &lt;EM&gt;a little too friendly&lt;/EM&gt; with that bunny. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Poor bunny. It will never be the same now. How sad.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I had to tell one of the employees to wear gloves when he went to clean up theater 8..so as to not touch the bunny. He just looked at me funny and said ok. I hope he doesn't think I did it.&amp;nbsp;Ew.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Lets see...What else..My party is on Saturday...Yay! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;The evil doctor has denied me my sleeping pills and Lexapro. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I think that's why I've been feeling gross. Cause I havent been taking them. I'm fine without the sleeping pills, I didn't take them every night anyway. I hope I'm fine without the Lexapro. I didn't see much of a difference, but then I dunno. I don't wanna like start stressing big time again. Eh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I guess I'm done. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm starting to get boring, its ok, I can take the truth. :-p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I dont know who this is, but this picture makes me laugh. I always knew something was&amp;nbsp;scary about Ronald!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1khE8hUmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BMzufl6dB7E/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVxphNrtGZ0oDv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/2471943046499112135-8070319880388507950?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8070319880388507950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8070319880388507950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8070319880388507950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8070319880388507950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-touch-bunny.html' title='Dont touch the bunny!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1khE8hUmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BMzufl6dB7E/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVxphNrtGZ0oDv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6241102704762702781</id><published>2008-05-31T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc0000 size=5&gt;I'm legal!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1khkwiT0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/87Sqkr6IB2M/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV0e00hZwM73pv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc0000 size=5&gt;Celebrate with me as you wish.&amp;nbsp; I shall be adding party pictures eventually.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/2471943046499112135-6241102704762702781?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6241102704762702781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6241102704762702781' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6241102704762702781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6241102704762702781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/woohoo.html' title='WooHoo!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1khkwiT0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/87Sqkr6IB2M/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV0e00hZwM73pv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8314700340622644687</id><published>2008-05-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I.....am....Irritated. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;grr.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;We are running low on midol, fear for your lives people!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Thank you for all my support. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I felt like such a loser...my first boyfriend and I did a crappy job at picking him :-/&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;He called me a bunch of times after that entry, then got mad cause I didn't answer. So he sent me a very rude message. F this and F that and I'm not worth it and blah blah blah.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Well I must be worth something if its taken two weeks for you to quit calling. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then He sent another starting with "slut sluty slut slut...there are some last words for you"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yeah well Meanie McMean Mean, take those words!!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;;-p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I didn't bother writing back. He hasnt said anything to me in two days so hopefully he got the hint. And a very bad rash&amp;nbsp;on what he was thinking with. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;My grandparents are in town :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;They brought back pictures of me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I look gooooood. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Nah just kidding. But they are pretty :) Most of you read my moms journal, so you can just go look on hers when she posts them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;annyyyyywaaaayyyyssss&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm out. I'm gonna go find some music to listen to. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kh1FhbPI/AAAAAAAAABE/LpfvAfdEeuk/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV*UZqEV*QQvov4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_2" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_2&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/2471943046499112135-8314700340622644687?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8314700340622644687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8314700340622644687' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8314700340622644687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8314700340622644687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kh1FhbPI/AAAAAAAAABE/LpfvAfdEeuk/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV*UZqEV*QQvov4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3541301827253281014</id><published>2008-05-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak, Anger, Revenge (Which I'm still Planning)</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So. Me and The Jackass broke up.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Ask me why Me and The Jackass broke up. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Well, since you asked...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;He was a bit of a druggie. He'd get high and call me at three in the morning. Which I would be like&amp;nbsp; "whatever" to...Its his choice to do that crap, as long as he didn't pressure me into it, or do it around me I didn't care. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Well...about&amp;nbsp;a month&amp;nbsp;ago he started getting pretty rude when he would get high. To which I raised my eyebrows and told him I was going to bed, call me tomorrow. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;About one week ago, The Jackass gets drunk, calls me, and says to me "You know, you're a crappy girlfriend."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So of course I say what the hell and ask why.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;He says to me "You dont DO anything for me, things a girlfriend should do. Show affection and stuff, maybe if you did I'd treat you nicer."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;By the words "do" and "affection" he means, I'm not giving anything up, &lt;EM&gt;yes those things&lt;/EM&gt;, and apparently this is what a girlfriend should do. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yeah. I dont think so. He says we are more friends than anything else. I'm sorry, but I dont go around kissing my friends. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So then I brake up with him, and the next day he calls me back, and tells me he loves me and crap and he wants me back... he was drunk when he said all this....as he is drinking some more,&amp;nbsp; he goes on I guess getting a little more drunk as hes going, and suddenly it turns around and he tells me he never really loved me (which hit me kind of hard. I didn't expect him to be IN LOVE with me...But you know..at least love me) and that he was going to break up with me&amp;nbsp;various times, and that he just wants me to know that he has two other girls on hold, so i should feel important because I have first pick. At this point I'm thinking "You're and Idiot." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Really. WHAT boy says that?!?!?!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;That's just the short story...he then went on to disrespect my father, my cousin, me even more. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;We haven't talked for three days. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Today was the first day that I wasn't depressed, heartbroken, I didn't even think of him that much. It felt &lt;EM&gt;wonderful&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I still miss him, But I miss who he was before all this crap. When he doesn't drink or smoke. Not how I left him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But I'll be ok :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;He was short anyways. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Right now I've just been keeping myself busy, Hanging out with my parents who have helped me out a lot, I'm lucky that way, I dont know anyone else who has parents like that. Whenever I miss him really bad I call Krissy. She tells me he was a jerk and I didnt deserve the treatment I got. Then threatens to hurt me if I call him...Which I believe she would, You don't mess with Krissy :-p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;From now on, we shall call him, The...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kiYpBpRI/AAAAAAAAABM/AcbAxePgtr4/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV3mWHG9Wwfj3v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/2471943046499112135-3541301827253281014?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3541301827253281014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3541301827253281014' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3541301827253281014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3541301827253281014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/05/heartbreak-anger-revenge-which-i-still.html' title='Heartbreak, Anger, Revenge (Which I&amp;#39;m still Planning)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kiYpBpRI/AAAAAAAAABM/AcbAxePgtr4/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV3mWHG9Wwfj3v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2213624717255653481</id><published>2008-04-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yay!!! Pictures!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Ms. Kristy. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Shes like 5&amp;nbsp; months pregnant. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;That baby is gonna be huge.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm the godmother :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I call her (the baby) Chanchita. What this means we are not sure. But if you've seen Nacho Libre you'd probably get it :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Here's the normal pretty picture...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kipdVgNI/AAAAAAAAABU/tPRdskPMM3w/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV7FwAMpa*wJzv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then because I'm a dork.....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"SEXY POSE!!!!!" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And this is what I get heehee...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kizFfeQI/AAAAAAAAABc/XfzMwNTyshw/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV8la9aAgsLzEv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Who wouldn't wanna be that baby's daddy!?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;:-p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Theeeeeeeennn,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;My beautiful baby cousin, Ms. V&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;We got her a kiddy pool and I demanded we get the little mermaid swimsuit to go with it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Can you stand the cuteness.&amp;nbsp;Bet you cant. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kjGcx_9I/AAAAAAAAABk/ghRJ_uWfJ2Y/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV2B-S5LnsiOyv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kjvI2isI/AAAAAAAAABs/Rwh_SFXi-mw/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV9RAL7BDpPfzv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kj19VxcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cjm15u8wkOc/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVwGKQcXg-YRdv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_5" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_5&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/2471943046499112135-2213624717255653481?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2213624717255653481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2213624717255653481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2213624717255653481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2213624717255653481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kipdVgNI/AAAAAAAAABU/tPRdskPMM3w/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV7FwAMpa*wJzv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6682929372140449357</id><published>2008-04-20T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Whats new with me....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I have a boyfriend! Yay me!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I went to the doctors again, and the evil doctor denied me my drugs, she feels&amp;nbsp;I have other issues. No duh lady, Since I was like ten. That's why I'm here. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Ummmmm....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I may possibly go to Mexico next Sunday. MMMM tacos!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;That's really it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm in love....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;with these shoes (sorry boyfriend). Should anyone feel the need to buy them for me, I'm a size 8 in Womens. Well normally its a 7 1/2 but since its converse&amp;nbsp;and the sizes are all weird I get an 8.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kkV8hRFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/42daxDkYIA4/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVzHaXVXAkKLwv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/2471943046499112135-6682929372140449357?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6682929372140449357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6682929372140449357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6682929372140449357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6682929372140449357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='Love &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kkV8hRFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/42daxDkYIA4/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVzHaXVXAkKLwv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-910033584423486889</id><published>2008-03-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just talking.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Me and mom went and got our hair done last Wednesday. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kk_57jvI/AAAAAAAAACE/9r6rwCylBas/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVyWcYMlNWIoBv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yeah. We're cute. We know it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So today, I go to tell my cousin this secret, and she says to me "oh I already knew, my mom told me."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;::sigh::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;::looks at mother dearest.:: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I swear, the women in this family cant keep a secret for their life. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Course I'm no better, But its not my fault, its in my genes. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I just spent the weekend at my Tia Vickys house, helping switch two rooms. Krissy traded room with her brothers cause she'll need the room when the baby comes. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm so tired its pathetic. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I was supposed to go to the movies with my friend Mario tonight, But he was tired and the movies always make me sleepy, so i think we'll just go on Wednesday (DAD ARE YOU READING THIS? CAN I GO ON WEDNESDAY??? ;-p Love you!!!)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;ha...the cat is trying to eat off the table again. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I should probably go stop her. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/2471943046499112135-910033584423486889?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/910033584423486889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=910033584423486889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/910033584423486889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/910033584423486889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-talking.html' title='Just talking.....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kk_57jvI/AAAAAAAAACE/9r6rwCylBas/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVyWcYMlNWIoBv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4299230616701244443</id><published>2008-03-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. Lots of em.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;DIV&gt;I'm listening to Ashlee Simpson. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I have hit an all time low.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;And I'm BORED.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Carrie said she saw my twin in some other state. Which is totally cool. Cause I'm A Gemini, and we're supposed to have twins. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Heres a bunch of pictures.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;We went to Madina Lake &amp;amp; Then San Pedro park for Easter (Not in the same day of course)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Both were lots of fun, They had me playing Ultimate Frisbee. I know, wth? It took forever for me to even get it lol. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4299230616701244443?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4299230616701244443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4299230616701244443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4299230616701244443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4299230616701244443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-lots-of-em.html' title='Pictures. Lots of em.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1774823129049366668</id><published>2008-03-18T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO!!!!! DRUGS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1klXdPr6I/AAAAAAAAACM/BDFAxGjrptw/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVypy8OEIPhNav4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So I'm officially a druggie now. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;For the longest time I've been feeling like crap. I cant eat. I'm always stressed. I'm tired cause I cant sleep. Blah Blah Blah...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I went to the doctor, who was awesome, And actually listened to me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;She gave my some pills for my stomach. Something about there being to much acid and this will help it calm down. So now I can eat without having to barf. Yay me!!! Bring on the food!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;She gave me a sleeping pill that is my new best friend. My mom would always talk about the moment when her vicodin kicks in and there is no more pain. Well, I now understand my mother. Because the first night I took it, well, Lets just say I cant remember the last time I was so happy. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. &amp;amp; stayed asleep. My friend called me like 4 times &amp;amp; it didn't even phase me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And Yes I'm aware sleeping pills are addictive. Cause I know someone will throw that out there. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Then she gave me Lexapro, which I busted out laughing when she said it, and shes all looking at me like "uhh...ok" ...Its just funny cause I was always teasing my mom about it. "go take your crazy pills!!" heehee..But I'm on those for my stress/anxiety. I stress and obsess over the stupidest stuff to the point that I make myself sick. Which could be part of my lack of eating habits said the doctor. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;and lastly&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;*BRAIN READ NO FURTHER AS I AM ABOUT TO TALK OF MY PERIOD*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;They gave my birth control, oh I'm sorry "Hormone Pills", for my severe periods. No more cramps so bad I cant get out of bed!!!! Yay!!!!!!! I wont go into detail, but I will say that it just sucks. Like times ten the normal suckage. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;*OK I'M DONE TALKING ABOUT MY PERIOD BRAIN*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;It always makes me laugh when they ask if I'm sexually active.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;No, really. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;You have to actually KNOW a boy for that to happen. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;No chance of me getting busy anytime soon. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And oh my god. The nurse dude we got was totally hot, And my dad is all there talking about my period. THATS not embarrassing...theres me all giggling like an idiot. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But I finally feel good, and its such a wonderful feeling :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-1774823129049366668?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1774823129049366668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1774823129049366668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1774823129049366668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1774823129049366668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/woo-drugs.html' title='WOO!!!!! DRUGS!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1klXdPr6I/AAAAAAAAACM/BDFAxGjrptw/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVypy8OEIPhNav4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-510154099898691470</id><published>2008-03-07T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaaaaah Blahhhh Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I think Alaina is coming over tonight.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But I'm not really sure. I asked her on myspace, and god forbid she not write to whatever boy she's talking to RIGHT AWAY!!! So sometimes my messages get put aside till an hour later lol. But I think so. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;She got a job at an ice cream place...within the next few weeks i plan to go in and mess with her ;-p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Gotta wait till her guard is down though, she knows our family well now and shes expecting it, and really, what fun is that?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;She told me should couldn't give me free ice cream or she would get arrested. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;::pause::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;hahahahahahaha....oooookkkk...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm jealous, but I'm happy for her. I'm gonna apply for a job at the book store two weeks before I turn 18...the lady said that'd be the best time. (3 more months!! yay me!!!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yesterday, I babysat Valencia (...why do they call it babysitting?&amp;nbsp;Its not like they ever just sit there. No. They run here, and there, and the expect you to take them up the stairs 25 times in&amp;nbsp;a matter of 2 hrs. )&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And we had fun. Shes so&amp;nbsp; crazy. She was crabby for most of the day cause we couldn't go outside, it was raining and freezing. Finally&amp;nbsp;I gave in, And&amp;nbsp;we ran out the front door screaming and then ran back in and that got her in a good mood. &amp;nbsp;Course the people across the street probably think I'm mental now..but who cares as long as the baby is happy?? She's starting to get more vocal now.&amp;nbsp; She said ''cold'' went we went outside, and she screams a lot. its funny...for like a solid two min. we sat there going "ahh!!" back and forth. It cracks me up. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;She luuurrrvvvvss doing this. She hangs herself upside down and goes "ahhhhh" in the light baby voice. Its so freakin adorable. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1klwAvgUI/AAAAAAAAACU/MNQ1S4rIVnk/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVz2ZMj6Q-S4Av4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;anyways...I'm out. I'm gonna go walk the dog or something. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;(oh &amp;amp; sorry brain, from here on out anytime a decide to mention THAT time of the month, I will put in big red letters, "Warning Brain, Do not Read Any Farther as I am about to talk about my period!!"....Does that work?? heehee&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-510154099898691470?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/510154099898691470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=510154099898691470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/510154099898691470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/510154099898691470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/03/blaaaaah-blahhhh-blah.html' title='Blaaaaah Blahhhh Blah.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1klwAvgUI/AAAAAAAAACU/MNQ1S4rIVnk/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVz2ZMj6Q-S4Av4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2404556692039941834</id><published>2008-02-21T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-l</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;-I'm tired. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;-I'm sick.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;-I'm on my period. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;-My "best friend" is NOT my favorite person. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;-I'm barely halfway thru with a microwave box full of pictures, Only to find that there is also another (considerably smaller though) box of pictures to scan. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;All of these things I could go into great detail about. But instead, I'm going to take Nyquil to help me sleep and get rid of whatever funk I have. I'm going to get the heating pad, And put on a t-shirt three sizes to big&amp;nbsp;so I don't feel fat. And pretend not to know my "best friend" (not Krissy...the other one whos name shall not be mentioned here as I am&amp;nbsp;mad at her.) and the pictures...well there's not much I can do about that, except be happy that I have embarrassing photos of all my cousins. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;A href="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/6232/familypiclp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/9995/familypicdc6.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;This is not so much embarrassing as it is pure comedy. Alex, Is pinching Mikey's leg, While Diego looks on with a smile (the three boys on the left.) The three kids on the right, from tallest to shortest would be Angie, Zach...Who looks a little confused. And Anzaya, crying, clearly she's not having a fun time. Then the middle...again tallest to the shortest, Jennifer... She looks like she just did something evil and we'll find out what it was in due time. Me...wondering if I'm &lt;EM&gt;really&lt;/EM&gt; related to these kids or not. Then krissy in the very middle...She enjoys the drama. Cody, on my Abuelita's lap, is Shocked at the behavior of his cousins! And Poor Andy Is trying to run away. Mean while my grandparents are like totally happy in that moment. Gotta love it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2404556692039941834?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2404556692039941834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2404556692039941834' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2404556692039941834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2404556692039941834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/l.html' title=':-l'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2795666075415596454</id><published>2008-02-13T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know something you dont know!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I dyed my hair again..its a pretty brown. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm kind of sad...I don't really feel cool anymore. Oh well. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But. On huge, awesome, crazy news....My best friend in the whole world....is pregnant!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;After you get over the drama of it all, its great. Life is gonna be weird (I told her our sleep overs would be a bit different now and she cracked up), but there's nothing you can do except hype her up. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yesterday was her sonogram. I went with her for support, which ended up in me and my aunt (Krissy is also my cousin) squealing and yelling "its a girl!!! its a girl!!!!" But it was fun. It was crazy to see it move and everything...We made copies of the sonogram pictures and me and krissy were all making fun&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;them...Clearly our maturity level is high. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kmRzVEeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iae_1Rgcypk/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV3n3EYRKYmrLv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;^^^^ Her profile...doesn't it look like Shes got a Buddha belly?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://links.pictures.aol.com/pic?id=e9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV0hDA4i2Nup0v4xQp5Fd3Ig=&amp;amp;size=m"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;^^^ her face....Krissy was all "why is one eye bigger than the other....omg my babys a freak!!" I was all "hahaha your having an alien!" "its a pirate!!"....we went on like that for a while ::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kpGRV2uI/AAAAAAAAACk/MMkZtmDTyKk/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVxvnqQ4KhwlTv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;^^^&amp;nbsp;shes mooning you there. The lady was all "man...shes not even out and shes already acting up" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Right now all my aunts &amp;amp; my mom and jumping around singing "we got our baby!!"....Seriously, My Tia Terri was jumping around singing heehee. I'm gonna be a Tia...My aunt always told us that me &amp;amp; krissy were the sisters we never had. We've always been really close...so its fitting that the baby calls me aunt...hee..."Tia Ryan!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;All this being said...&lt;EM&gt;CHRIS&lt;/EM&gt;.....&lt;EM&gt;BRAIN ....&lt;/EM&gt;Yeah, I read your comment in my moms journal. What are you trying to say, huh?!? Are you mocking me?? "Oh she cant get a guy so lets ask if shes pregnant"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;...heehee..Only way that would happen is if it was the immaculate conception, Seeing as how the only guys I know are family, and you know, we dont live in one of those states. :-P&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_4" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_4&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/2471943046499112135-2795666075415596454?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2795666075415596454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2795666075415596454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2795666075415596454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2795666075415596454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-something-you-dont-know.html' title='I know something you dont know!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kmRzVEeI/AAAAAAAAACc/iae_1Rgcypk/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV3n3EYRKYmrLv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7610292867819766370</id><published>2008-01-27T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a bad person and it made me giggle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kpZqbMdI/AAAAAAAAACs/PO9_l50xzXg/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV2NPrwKVq3Svv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; 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be a good day :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4962180337557915251?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4962180337557915251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4962180337557915251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4962180337557915251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4962180337557915251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/cookies.html' title='Cookies!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kqMUyUDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MgJugIvYHRI/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUVxpHcfIdbc8gv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5377843258305130697</id><published>2008-01-16T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Did you know that on New Years there is a tradition where the color underwear you wear can give you a certain type of luck?&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Red for luck, Yellow for work,Green for money, and White for good health.&lt;/FONT&gt; I was smart and got the pair with every color..heehee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And aslo, in the last minute of the year, You have to eat twelve grapes, and for every grape you eat, you get one wish? I wished for the same thing over and over, So damn it, the year better be good!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Now, Because what I have to write about, I'm unable to write about, as certain people read this journal, a pointless question thing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kqv00xUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y0YiBPK6zwc/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV8ti9LJIWhaHv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;1.What's the connection between you and the last person you texted? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Um...She gave birth to me.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;2. What is wrong with you right now?&lt;BR/&gt;Why...are you trying to tell me something...is this like when you do something stupid and your parents ask what the hell is wrong with you?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;3. Do you miss your first love?&lt;BR/&gt;Well, You know Prince William and I, We had some good times and all, but it was time. I just wasn't into him anymore..Now I'm all about Paolo Nutini...He's scottish...mmmmm.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;BR/&gt;Probably when I was pmsing or something..I don't keep track.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;5. Who do you hate?&lt;BR/&gt;No one..Actually..my 5th grade teacher. But after her no one, hate is a strong word. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;BR/&gt;A job..a friend.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;7. Are you happy?&lt;BR/&gt;after&amp;nbsp;Mom's lexapro and vicodin kicks in, sure. I'm kidding, just kidding!!!!! ::giggle::...Right now..Not really..but its just a phase..I know as soon as things get going I'll be better.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;9. What do you smell like?&lt;BR/&gt;I'm not quite sure...I smell clean though. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;10. Drinking?&lt;BR/&gt;Coke. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;11. What’s your favorite thing to have on your bed?&lt;BR/&gt;5 or more pillows. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;12. What do you wear to bed?&lt;BR/&gt;Whatevers comfortable.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;13. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;BR/&gt;Nope. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;14. What are you doing/did today?&lt;BR/&gt;I woke up hours before I really had to..and that was it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But tomorrow I get to babysit Valencia. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;15. What was the last movie you went to?&lt;BR/&gt;Mr. Bean's Holiday.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;16. Is your shirt new?&lt;BR/&gt;Nope..Its almost two years old. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;17. Do you live next to your ex boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;BR/&gt;No but that sure would suck!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;18. Are you scared of bugs?&lt;BR/&gt;Only roaches. I had a fairly traumatizing experience there.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;19. Are you a cuddler?&lt;BR/&gt;No.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;20. What do you think of Eminem?&lt;BR/&gt;I don't think of Eminem..&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;21. Do you read?&lt;BR/&gt;All the time.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;22. Do you sleep with a teddy bear?&lt;BR/&gt;Nope. Its a giant stuffed pig.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;23. Last thing that made you cry?&lt;BR/&gt;A few nights ago I couldn't sleep and I got frustrated.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;24. Whose house did you go to today?&lt;BR/&gt;I stayed home all day. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;25. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;BR/&gt;No one attainable &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;26. Are you bored?&lt;BR/&gt;Not at this second.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;27. Do you trust people easily?&lt;BR/&gt;Yes and no. I'll give you my full trust, But I wont be to shocked when you betray it. That's life...I get over it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;28. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;BR/&gt;Music and Lyrics..it was on TV. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;29. Do you say "dawg" a lot?&lt;BR/&gt;I don't thing I've ever said it. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;30. What are you excited about?&lt;BR/&gt;Turning 18. I'll be legal! If I wanted, I could have an affair with an older guy or something. Not like I want to. Cause you know. EW. But I COULD damn it!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;31. Who was last to cook for you?&lt;BR/&gt;Mom..She's an amazing cook, She just doesn't cook often.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;32. When you sleep do you dream about heroin addicts&lt;BR/&gt;No....&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;33. What’s on your mind right now?&lt;BR/&gt;The fact that I wanna ride a roller coaster.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Wondering if&amp;nbsp;Scott will write be back. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;34. Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;BR/&gt;Is there a reason you keep asking why or when&amp;nbsp;I cried?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;35. Name someone whose name starts with the letter "R."&lt;BR/&gt;DERRRRRR....&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;36. Do you care what others think about you?&lt;BR/&gt;Nope. Obviously I want to be like, or loved, but I wont go out of my way to make it so.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;37. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;BR/&gt;Maybe...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;38. Will you ever kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;BR/&gt;That would be gordo. And yes, he hates it!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;39. What do you look forward to in the next 3 months?&lt;BR/&gt;Nothing.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;40. Who was the last person you called?&lt;BR/&gt;I couldn't say...I don't even know where me phone is.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;41. Who was the last call you ignored?&lt;BR/&gt;I don't remember. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;42. What's your ring tone?&lt;BR/&gt;I have various ring tones. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;43. Do you plan on moving out within the next year?&lt;BR/&gt;God no. Are you crazy!?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;44. What were you doing at 9pm last Friday night?&lt;BR/&gt;WHY?! WHAT?! NO!!! You cant prove a thing!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;45. What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;BR/&gt;I was awake. And hating my life. Wondering why, in Fred's name, I had to be up at ten. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The End.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-5377843258305130697?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5377843258305130697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5377843258305130697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5377843258305130697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5377843258305130697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2008/01/uhhhhhhhhh.html' title='UHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kqv00xUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y0YiBPK6zwc/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3De9d0gsXLlr94PgzKIb-MJdkUV8ti9LJIWhaHv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2105872674980880321</id><published>2007-12-29T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Flu or something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Currently, My parents and little brother have either stomach flu or food poisoning. It started last night I guess..First adrian barfed and then next thing you know moms got stomach issues also, They spent the whole night barfing, poor adrian could barely clean himself, and he kept telling me he couldn't stand because it hurt, I had to take care of him (Have I ever told you, I am the worst when it comes to cleaning up puke? Yeah...I am.), Because Dad was taking care of mom, who was so bad she almost passed out..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I was up the whole night, Because when Adrian&amp;nbsp;wasn't in the bathroom, he was in my bed crying cause it hurt (Poor baby, I didn't know what to do!). They finally clamed down a little around like 9 this morning..So I fell asleep, and then woke back up around 12 to my dad sick also. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm fine for now..Just some serious cramps (Its so my luck that on top of all that crap, I also get a visit from the Aunt I hate the most!) And I'm seriously hoping I dont catch whatever they have...But I'm sure I will. Right now they are all passed out, Dad on the couch and my mom and brother upstairs so I've been running around taking care of them...Did I already say I hate barf? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;On the bright side Alex is being awesome. All I had to do was make him dinner, he's been upstairs playing video games all day. The dogs arent happy with me. Apparently I dont get the food in the bowls in a timely manner. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I've been busy...We made tamales Christmas Eve (SOOOOOOOO good. Way better than anything you'll &lt;EM&gt;ever&lt;/EM&gt; buy in a store.) with our whole family helping, It was way fun.&amp;nbsp;I love to make them, But everyone else complains that its to much work so I have to suck it up till Christmas. Oh and Everyone complimented&amp;nbsp;Adrian &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;on our gingerbread house..they asked where we bought it. When we said we made it my Aunt was all "nu-uh! That looks like something you would buy..Wow, you're talented!" I'm all "Yeah...I know" hahaha...Kidding of course. Then on&amp;nbsp;Tuesday&amp;nbsp;we bummed around and Went to my Nana's for dinner. Then I went to Sea World with Jennifer Wednesday. Some strange guy started talking to us..Then he found out she was in college and was all "sooo...come here often" heehee...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Thursday I helped babysit the best baby in the world, My little cousin Valencia. She's SUCH a joy..I love it when she smiles, She scrunches up her nose. So cute!! Then me &amp;amp; Krissy went to Six Flags, they only have half the park open..I think that's stupid but whatever, then she slept over..we watched tv all day the next day and ate food that's not healthy. Fuuuuun. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Which brings us to today. Hopefully I'll get some sleep...I'm not counting on it though. All I want is for the cramps to stay away.&amp;nbsp;I'm reeeeeally hoping my family will be good by&amp;nbsp;New Years...Not the way you wanna start a new year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2105872674980880321?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2105872674980880321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2105872674980880321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2105872674980880321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2105872674980880321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/stomach-flu-or-something.html' title='Stomach Flu or something.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8173998083620373620</id><published>2007-12-22T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;A slight stomach ache and maybe&amp;nbsp;two or three hours later...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1krGqqkWI/AAAAAAAAADE/C-zmciIYaUY/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjREvgHOBtRxKo%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yes, Yes. We're SUCH dorks. But we have fun, so who cares?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1krw_pfbI/AAAAAAAAADM/JnfPoqAZScU/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRJvPDrTOAFkL%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;If you'll notice, The "R" the initial&amp;nbsp;for our last name, I thought It'd be cute to put it on the house...5 min. later Adrian says to me "RYAN! Wait!! You're not done!! You put the letter of YOUR name,&amp;nbsp;Where's the "A" for me?!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;heehee...Its cause *I'm* the favorite, duh!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Just a short entry to wish everyone a Merry Christmas (cause you know if I don't say it now I'll just forget.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;If you don't see me before the&amp;nbsp;New Year then Happy New Years also!!! Pop lots of fire works and play with fire!! Drink (safely...and legally...I have to say that, my dad reads my journal too ;-p heehee...no but seriously, Be Safe) and be happy. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Now, I need to get a box to put over the gingerbread house because Rosalita (our cat) is eyeing it and licking her lips. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8173998083620373620?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8173998083620373620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8173998083620373620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8173998083620373620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8173998083620373620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/gingerbread.html' title='Gingerbread'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1krGqqkWI/AAAAAAAAADE/C-zmciIYaUY/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjREvgHOBtRxKo%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2470775166666904002</id><published>2007-12-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The color blue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1ksmyau2I/AAAAAAAAADU/PXKYrmb5Lpo/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRM3e4OxWJIxA%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So wanna here the&amp;nbsp;coolest thing ever?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I....Dyed my hair blue. &lt;BR/&gt;hee.&lt;BR/&gt;It looks alright..It'd be cooler if the blue was brighter, but its still cool..Its like a blue green color. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok, ok...That wasn't the coolest thing ever. &lt;BR/&gt;I'm now the proud owner of a drivers permit. &lt;BR/&gt;YESSSSSSSS.&lt;BR/&gt;I'm FREEEEEEE.&lt;BR/&gt;So long as there is a legal guardian over the age of 21 in the passengers seat. &lt;BR/&gt;But still. WOO!!&lt;BR/&gt;I drove my mom around today...the baby store (No, they do not sell babies. ::giggle::) to get a Christmas present for Valencia..I got her this little pig that sings the piggy song..you know "this little piggy went to the market"...I sat there laughing (Yes...I'm 17 and laughing at a toy meant for a 1 year old. I have no shame, And I know she'll love it.) mom just looked at me and shook her head. That baby is going to be SO spoiled. Then walmart for my dads Christmas presents. Mom was freaking out (I swear...ONE crazy turn, and the woman freaks out. ::giggle:: I'm kidding.) but I did alright. I didn't scream this time. And now I know the way to the mall taking the back roads (...I made a wrong turn). Not Like I'll be going...I still hate the mall. But I know where it is now. Well I did before. But I like the back roads better.&lt;BR/&gt;In a few months I plan on getting a job at the bookstore. They said that you had to be 18 "cause we sell the dir-....bad magazines"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But whatever..Its only a few months till then Anyways&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/2471943046499112135-2470775166666904002?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2470775166666904002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2470775166666904002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2470775166666904002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2470775166666904002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/12/color-blue.html' title='The color blue!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1ksmyau2I/AAAAAAAAADU/PXKYrmb5Lpo/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRM3e4OxWJIxA%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-350627657429084687</id><published>2007-10-31T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So... Halloween was fun!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I took my brothers, alaina &amp;amp; tyler, and the neighbors kid trick-or-treating.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I take full credit for everyone's makeup but Adrian's!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;The boys had a blast (adrians friend: "thanks for letting me go with you!!")&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Alaina and Tyler were all "man..yall got the good candy!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And I got called a pretty pirate heehee..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Anyways, I'll give you a better entry later..theres talk of going to Mexico!! Awweeesssome!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-350627657429084687?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/350627657429084687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=350627657429084687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/350627657429084687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/350627657429084687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-9049720468523448007</id><published>2007-09-26T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#33ff33 size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Oh my gosh!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm alive!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Miss me? Bet you did...I would miss me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So guess what? I dyed my hair...I started with a box of hair dye that looked like it would make my hair purple. Then it didn't. Nope...Hot Pink was what&amp;nbsp;I got. That's one of those never say never things, because I said I'd never have pink hair. But its slowly fading so I don't know what color it is now..I think it still looks hot pink but other say its more red. I left some blonde (yes...I said blonde.) in though, it looks way cool. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I set up my room!! Its painted, and has almost all of my furniture. We're still figuring out if I'm getting&amp;nbsp;a desk or not..and I need a bed set, Because A big Mexican flag blanket doesn't really go with that whole gothic/castles/fairies and such thing I was going for..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Today I dyed some stuff dark red...But just the red water looked SO cool. And slightly creepy. But still cool.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I don't know...I have nothing to talk about. I ordered some books off of half.com..and they haven't come..I hate waiting for them. Mom said that someone was having trouble sending us mail so I hope that's not what happened. That would suck. A lot. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;My dad came home early &amp;amp; sick today..mom said something about the flu and being dehydrated really bad. If its the flu that means everyone will be sick, We like to share at our house. Hopefully not!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I miss Alaina &amp;amp; Krissy!!! I haven't been able to see Krissy cause she joined flags at school and they have her practicing all the time. She took me to a junior football game...the ones most people don't go to. It was funny, Her boyfriend wanted her to watch him play and she didn't wanna go alone so she asked if I'd come..We couldn't even find her boyfriend. We thought he was number 35 but we couldn't find a 35..then someone said he was 28, and we found 28 so she's all "my baby!!" and then we found out later on that night that it wasn't even him. I was laughing soooo hard. And Alaina..I have no clue what she's up to, She may or may not come over this weekend, it all depends on how mom and dad are feeling.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-9049720468523448007?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/9049720468523448007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=9049720468523448007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/9049720468523448007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/9049720468523448007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/09/woo.html' title='WOO!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-176983924714085670</id><published>2007-07-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...sure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1ktExBetI/AAAAAAAAADc/oJ0y1uk2kC8/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRBGvGeaHmFyP%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I've got nothing really funny to write about.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I've really got nothing to write about at all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But I'm bored and I figure I'll just start typing and see where it takes me..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Right now I'm reading Second Helpings by Megan McCafferty...Its way funny. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I just got done reading The Silver Kiss...It was the first book where the guy dies (...Well technically, He was a vampire. So he was already dead.) And I didn't get pissed off. Although I've been thinking, And I don't think its very fair that they have to be all "You're damned! You're going to hell!!" to the vampire. I mean half the time, It wasn't even their choice. Is that very fair? I don't think it is. Plus he almost always turns out nice. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;OH!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Guess what!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;In about 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 - 2 months, I get to start learning how to drive.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1kte8H4cI/AAAAAAAAADk/2smyRUoCq4c/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRNbdG8usAein%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;YESSSSS!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Finally! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I can't wait. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm scared, But I'm so ready. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;My dad asked me who I wanted to teach me...My mom hates driving, But my dad and me always end up yelling when he tries to teach me something lol. I told him If he teaches me then I'll end up crying, If mom teaches me, she'll end up crying. ::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I think I'm gonna have dad teach me though, He drives a lot more than mom does. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I found out my cousin's from Indiana are coming to visit in august. Which is awesome...We'll have the whole family together. That will certainly be interesting...Lets see what family drama goes down!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-176983924714085670?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/176983924714085670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=176983924714085670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/176983924714085670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/176983924714085670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/umsure.html' title='Um...sure.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1ktExBetI/AAAAAAAAADc/oJ0y1uk2kC8/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRBGvGeaHmFyP%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-819938192617100352</id><published>2007-07-01T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Alaina</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;So. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Yall know I've got a crazy grandmother. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Ever since Me and Alaina made our plans this weekend (I went to Krissy's for the night, Alaina went to her friends for the night) Nanas been in a bad mood. Long story. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Anyways, so today, nana has been on Alaina's case like crazy (She knows she cant say anything to me, I'll fight back and theres nothing she can do about it because I am not her child.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Well today she saw Alaina's myspace name "Nymphetamine" ...It's a song from Cradle Of Filth. She's had it like that forever (And before I go on, I freakin told you you should figure out what it meant. ::giggle::) And today, since nana was looking for things to yell at Alaina about, She decided to go onto her myspace. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Next thing you hear &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! YOU NEED TO WATCH WHAT YOU ARE PUTTING OUT THERE"&amp;nbsp; And so on, all over dramatized.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Apparently that is a mix of a Nymphomaniac (Pretty much a sex crazed chick. Look it up.) And Meth (..the drug, ya know?)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;Nice Alaina. You are a sex crazed druggie?....You think you know someone. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;After nana left the room I go to mom "Mom...there's nothing wrong with my name is there?" (Joking of course)...She replies :&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;"RYAN?! You put RYAN up?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! That means you are a Transvestite&amp;nbsp;Hooker."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;heehee...We've all been laughing about it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-819938192617100352?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/819938192617100352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=819938192617100352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/819938192617100352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/819938192617100352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/07/secret-life-of-alaina.html' title='The Secret Life of Alaina'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2701391424815361871</id><published>2007-06-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeeeeen!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1ktzGAilI/AAAAAAAAADs/YFROMnSREoY/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRI7lQw1s7DdO%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;::hangs head in shame::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I'm a few days late in my birthday entry, I know. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;But it was fun!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;We wanted to do a party, But we are still stuck at Nana's house, So we're just gonna wait till we have a house to do the actual party. But my cousin's (Jenn &amp;amp; Krissy)&amp;nbsp;took me out to Lunch (Jenn wanted to take me somewhere really nice...I wanted Jack In The Box...She went "I did not drive a half hour to take you to Jack In The Box!" So we settled on Denny's lol.) And then we went to the mall.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And on my 17th birthday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I got...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;My very first number. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;hahaha.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;We had gotten out of the car...and at the same time, right across from us, 3 guys get out.&amp;nbsp;One was niiiiice to look at..the other was pretty alright, and the last was ''eh''.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;(They said I could have the nice one since it WAS my birthday)...Anyways we went our way &amp;amp; shopped, And when we came back (which by the way, we lost the car and walked around for about 5 minutes trying to find it heehee) there was a note saying something like "the three of yall and the three of us get together tonight and party" with the number. I couldn't stop laughing. Me and Krissy were gonna call but decided not to. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And then dad took me (and the family)&amp;nbsp;to Jack In The Box for dinner...I was serious about those tacos, damn it. lol&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;And that was that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I feel like a 17 year old. It's cool!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;I get to DRIVE this year. Yessssss!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2701391424815361871?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2701391424815361871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2701391424815361871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2701391424815361871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2701391424815361871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/06/seventeeeeen.html' title='Seventeeeeen!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/SP1ktzGAilI/AAAAAAAAADs/YFROMnSREoY/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f90xTS4*g5IBNaRrYwWDGsjRI7lQw1s7DdO%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2379871686859321121</id><published>2007-05-04T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH....::sigh::</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I feel like screaming. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But that would just be pointless.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And probably make the dogs bark. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I've got like 5 different emotions going on at once.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm...sad? hurt? confused. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My friends suck. I feel used. Rarely does anyone talk to me without there being something they want me to do for them. Which then makes me wonder..Well I hope it isn't ME. There's gotta be something wrong if they only ever talk when they need something. It makes&amp;nbsp;a person&amp;nbsp;wonder if there's something wrong with them. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But...once you get over that...I'm annoyed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I can't take anymore ''I'm right, You're wrong" ...Anymore people sounding like 10 year olds when they argue (No offence to any ten year olds, I'm sure you're much more mature than they are...I could probably guarantee&amp;nbsp;it). Or people&amp;nbsp;RIGHT there. Constantly. I feel like I cant breathe (that COULD have something to do with the smoke.).&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And then...Life's pretty good.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I get to hang out with Krissy. She's probably the coolest person ever. Well, ok, Next to you mom. And also one of the few friends who doesn't ask anything of me, at all.&amp;nbsp;I got here thinking she really wouldn't&amp;nbsp;like me.. But then, the second time I hang out with her...And I'm cracking up because she just let out a burp that put me to shame. (HEY! I have an excuse, I grew up around boys.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love going over to her house, My aunt always says to me ''Hey beautiful!'' and gives me a kiss on the cheek. My Abuelito does that too. I love it. I missed it!! Plus their house has good energy. Here, It just feels draining. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I think I'm going crazy. They better not have me end up in the room with the cushy walls. And if they do, The better pay for it! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Onceyou get over the bad feelings, I'm happy here. I have something to look forward to. I have fun. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Now if we could just find a house, and my hair was free of the smoke smell, Life would be freakin awesome.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And just randomly.. this makes me laugh. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/866/evenifdeadstillpayfinecx7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2379871686859321121?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2379871686859321121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2379871686859321121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2379871686859321121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2379871686859321121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahhsigh.html' title='AHH....::sigh::'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5091435161441482205</id><published>2007-04-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Super!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My family makes me laugh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Alaina, today while we are eating dinner, says to me "do you know, today I figured out what spooning is? It's cuddling!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;::sigh:: Obviously, she was meant to be homeschooled. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But it WAS funny. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My nana told me she fell out of a car once. I feel horrible for laughing. But I laughed. But only cause the image of the kid from Bad News Bears (the new version) falling out of a&amp;nbsp;car&amp;nbsp;came into my head, So really, I wasn't laughing at HER...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Alex called me a baboon yesterday. He did! He goes "RYAN!!! BABOON!!!" And ran away laughing. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But the best one&amp;nbsp;of today...Adrian comes up to me, with&amp;nbsp;crackers and the canned&amp;nbsp;cheese (don't ask me what its called, I can never remember) and he shows me the cracker..."RYAN LOOK! It says R&amp;nbsp; S&amp;nbsp; for Ryan's Super!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yeah. That's right. I'm Super. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;::Giggle::&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-5091435161441482205?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5091435161441482205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5091435161441482205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5091435161441482205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5091435161441482205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-super.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Super!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4616637667433253965</id><published>2007-03-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its always gotta be me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Ok, I'm just gonna say it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;What the hell?!?!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm the Girl. I should be the one going "There's a huge roach someone kill it!!" But nooo...Somehow some sort of gross bug shows up when all the ''men of the house'' are gone, or sleeping. So of course, Me being the 'brave' one has to take over and kill it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Last night, After being up until about 2 because my brother (Adrian) wouldn't go to sleep and kept talking I finally fall asleep. You know how I love my sleep. At 3 in the morning, I guess adrian woke up cause he had to use the restroom or something, But he comes in, "Ryan can you come here?" I asked why and he says "Can you just please hurry and come here?" ::sigh:: Fine. So I get up and fallow him into the bathroom....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"oh my god!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"SEE!!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;To my horror. A huge roach in the sink. What the hell? The sink? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;This is what ran thru my head in a matter of seconds..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"SHOE!!! I need a shoe!!! Wait no that's stupid, its in the sink, damn it i better hurry Its gonna get away...Its staying to still...god its gonna jump at me isn't it...Ok what do&amp;nbsp;I do....uhhhh...."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I look at the toilet. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I look at the toilet paper.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I lift up the toilet seat.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"Last time I tried that I got out and almost crawled on me. DAMN!! Ok...Well...Here I go...ew ew ew ew ew"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I got a little more toilet paper than was needed...Grabbed the roach and threw it in the toilet and flushed. Only it was taking forever for the toilet to flush...And the roach is there trying to get out and I'm flushing and flushing. And finally, it goes down. And I flush again just to be safe. And all the while, My little brother is behind me with a serious face...And I turn around and look at him, and he just bursts out giggling. The you hear my dad snore. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Nice.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So again. What the hell?!&amp;nbsp; And why at 3 in the morning?! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4616637667433253965?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4616637667433253965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4616637667433253965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4616637667433253965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4616637667433253965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-always-gotta-be-me.html' title='Its always gotta be me!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6065588544014169976</id><published>2007-03-19T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/4974/28759vyqn3yxwdrvd0.gif"/&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;It is a sad, sad day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Today, the unthinkable has happened.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;It started as any other day. I woke up, washed my hair, brushed it out, and as I was putting it up in a pony tail, I noticed....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I had a gray hair. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Not a little one either. This one was long, and thick!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'M SIXTEEN!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I AM TO YOUNG FOR GRAY HAIR!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;This is what stress does to you. It gives you gray hair.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I don't like stress.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But once&amp;nbsp;you get past that, its been pretty boring here. I haven't done much..Went to some random church rap concert thing. I kinda hate rap. And I'm not a religious person. But Krissy said there would be some good looking guys (I was robbed. I saw none and they were all short!! Though this is San Antonio...I suppose I should get used to that heehee) So I sat there and sent a text message to my mom. The guy that was talking kinda seemed like he was on drugs....It made me laugh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Text messages piss me off. They take FOREVER to make.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Krissy said the next time they had a rock band she'd take me cause they scream so much you can't even really tell its Christian. Cool.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I had to make dinner. It kept me from being&amp;nbsp;bored for about an hour or two. However long it took me to make. I like to cook.&amp;nbsp;But I wanna cook something new..THATS what I'll do.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yesss...I'm not bored now!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Awesome.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Clearly you've been missing SO much!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6065588544014169976?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6065588544014169976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6065588544014169976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6065588544014169976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6065588544014169976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/03/sad-day.html' title='A sad day.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6684783853534471498</id><published>2007-02-23T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom *hearts* me. So I take pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The Name - April. AKA - Bibi.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The breed- I'm not sure.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The problem- She's to furry for her own good.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The solution- Well to shave her of course.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The Before- &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/7977/1006609fd5.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/6278/1006610ob1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The After-&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/1716/1006611qh8.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4434/1006612dl1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Now she's not as furry but a little more scary. She has some eye problems, and she has a tiny head and short little legs and a big round tummy so you just cant help but laugh a little when you see her. She's just as feisty, more so now that she's 5 pounds lighter. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;(Note: these pictures do her no justice, but I'm a crappy photographer, so oh well.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6684783853534471498?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6684783853534471498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6684783853534471498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6684783853534471498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6684783853534471498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/02/boredom-hearts-me-so-i-take-pictures.html' title='Boredom *hearts* me. So I take pictures.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6651654548461722797</id><published>2007-02-06T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Craft Lady!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I am sooo not one of Rachael Rays evil minions!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I was just trying to Warn all the over seas people...You just wait till she hits your TV's and grocery stores. You'll all be rocking back and forth in the corner (As I have often wondered about doing) So I thought That I'd give warning, DONT LET IT HAPPEN TO YOU!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;K..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Now that I've said my peace.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Why are craft stores so expensive?&amp;nbsp; At least the ones I know of are. And the people are always so snobby. Its crafts. What is there to be snobby about? We went today..the lady the worked there looked like she wanted to hurt me. Its not MY fault you work there. She was probably 20 and angry goth (before some goth person tries to yell at me..Not ALL goths are crabby anti-social people.) and so gave me a look that looked like it had some obscene words in it. So of course, be being the bright sun-shiney person I am... I gave her a huge smile and then turned around so she wouldn't see me laughing&amp;nbsp;after she gave me the "Eat &amp;lt;something I'm not sure I can say on AOL&amp;gt; and die" look. heehee....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6651654548461722797?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6651654548461722797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6651654548461722797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6651654548461722797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6651654548461722797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-craft-lady.html' title='Crazy Craft Lady!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2773859431854737447</id><published>2007-01-24T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess WHAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm still alive! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And I have a ton to say but not the&amp;nbsp;time (and my fingers would hurt if I tried to&amp;nbsp;type it all)...I'm in TEXAS!!! WOO!!!! It ROCKS ...the boys are waaaaay better looking (uh..no offence to the Florida boys, you were cute, but the whole wannabe gangsta thing just didn't work for me...) and the weather rocks (It was 80 in FL and 30 here. HEE!!!!) Really I don't know where to start..so I guess I'll journal like I always do (only maybe it wont be so boring anymore...) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Dads on his two week UTA (some how he managed to do it again...just "happen" to be gone while all the women in the house are PMSing. It was hell times two. I think its over though...you can never be sure) but comes back saturday! Mom really misses him, it hasn't been much fun for her this time. We are living with my nana right now (moms mom) till we find a house, and dad gets a job. Its kind of a mixed feeling thing, living&amp;nbsp;with my nana,&amp;nbsp;but I wont go into that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;On a completely not related to anything topic, I think Rachael Ray is trying to take over the world, and that scares me. Imagine..People walking around saying Yum-o and laughing at their own jokes when their own jokes aren't funny. Think about it...She's got two shows on Food Network, a Talk Show, a magazine, and she was on a cracker box, and scandal with that whole 'her husbands cheating on her' deal. WHATS NEXT PEOPLE?! OH GOD! Can you imagine her and Martha Stewart teaming up? I think I might have nightmares now. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well I'm gonna go. I need chocolate...I feel hyper. I think its odd that chocolate makes me not hyper. I'm a freak. Just like coffee makes me sleepy. I don't like coffee..Which is also odd considering how just about everyone in my family is a coffee addict. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2773859431854737447?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2773859431854737447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2773859431854737447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2773859431854737447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2773859431854737447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2007/01/guess-what.html' title='Guess WHAT!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2852408732450351067</id><published>2006-12-09T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7022/monkeysvk9.gif"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I figure I'll make an entry now while I got some time to spare!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Guess where *I* was at 1 in the morning last Monday?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;This time it was my fault.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Stupid safety glasses. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;YES! I am aware that I should have worn them!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But I hate them!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And now I cant do anything without them other wise I've got one of my parents saying "where's your glasses?!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I was cutting the grass and&amp;nbsp;I got something in my eye I guess..But I always do so&amp;nbsp;I never worry about it. And then I went with my dad to home depot around 5 and my eye started to bother me. I ask my dad if he can see if there is anything there...So we are in the middle of home depot and my dad is inspecting my eyeball. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;At least this time there were no cute guys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Anyway he said he couldn't&amp;nbsp;find anything so I just blew it off. And then around 11 it started to REALLY bother me. So I ask my mom..And she couldn't see anything..But dad says he will look again. Sure enough..Dad found something. Whatever it was, was actually stuck in my eyeball (yeah...gross.) And scratching up my eyelid. So my dad is there trying to get it with a Q-tip...Only&amp;nbsp;I couldn't stay still and it was in there kinda good (Dad "Honey! You need to look at me!" &amp;nbsp;ME "WELL DAD! When there is a Q-tip coming at your eyeball you tend to wanna look away!!") We tried to get it out for a good 15/20 minutes before dad said that we had to go to the ER. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well. Ok. At least I brushed my hair today instead of throwing it in a messy bun. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Then asked mom if I should bring a book. Then realized it would look kinda stupid if I'm there for eye issues and reading... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;At this point I was a little tired. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And you should know, that when I get tired.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I get&amp;nbsp;really weird.&amp;nbsp;(Sometimes its either that or crabby.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My dad signs me in...And they ask What the problem is. But my dad has bad hand writing So I just like glanced at what he was writing and at first look it read "Friggen object in eye"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;LOL &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I burst out laughing and I was trying hard to be quiet..I told Dad and there is both of us cracking up in the ER. Anyways..We finally get seen and the nurse didn't believe me!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;She was all "Oh but its not even red! I dont see anything!" Dad says "its in there pretty good, right around there" And she says "You actually found something?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm thinking "No. I'm lying.&amp;nbsp;I just came to the ER at one in the fricken morning to see how things work!" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But she got everything set up and the doctor came in, got it out (she was much nicer and actually believed me) and as she was leaving you could hear the nurse "there was something in her eye?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Everyone kept saying "Woohoo! You found a way to get out of work!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;HAHA!! Not here! I still got one working eye!! ::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;There have been various injuries since then but to many to name. Its always me!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;This is probably the last entry you'll see from me in a while. Its been CRAZY here and I don't have time for anything anymore. Which is ok I guess cause things are getting done :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Alright..I gotta go tell people I'm gonna be gone, so later dudes!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2852408732450351067?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2852408732450351067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2852408732450351067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2852408732450351067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2852408732450351067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-figure-ill-make-entry-now-while-i-got.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7208284405505903060</id><published>2006-11-25T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar Roof Sealant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;You can ask anyone in my family. I am the biggest spaz/klutz/dork ever. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I drop things,&amp;nbsp;I mess up a lot of stuff, I trip a lot..half the time over my own self. And I'm very silly.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;However. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;This time, It was SO not my fault. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I should start from the beginning I guess.You know, mostly cause that's a good place to start.&amp;nbsp;Its one of those things where, had it happened to anyone else you wouldn't be able to stop laughing (and alright I was laughing at myself..) Although it gets kinda boring. A couple days ago, We were finishing up painting the roof. I did the roof above the porch, and dad said he would do the shed. We had to paint it with this stuff..Silver Dollar..its a Roof Sealant. And obviously, Very silver. So I'm done with the roof, and&amp;nbsp;I hand the bucket of stuff over to dad, and he starts painting the roof of the shed. And I ask if there's anything else that needs to be done, Dad says yes, to start sanding the shed. So he finishes, and I'm still sanding, he goes over to the front yard.. Now when I work, I never pay attention to my surroundings..I get the hang of what I'm doing, and then my concentration goes to what I'm working on and what ever music I'm playing..Well there's me "ladedadeda" and all of the sudden..I feel something the top of my head. First thought is its a leaf..But no its to heavy to be that..so&amp;nbsp;I touch my hair..Its wet. "EWWWW Bird poop"...But there are no birds.&amp;nbsp;Yeah wasn't that either. Turns out, Dad went a little heavy with the roof sealant. And I didn't notice that it was dripping. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So I run into the house and stick my head into the shower hoping that just rinsing my hair will get it out..No luck. I've got a huge silver chunk of hair.&amp;nbsp;So I go over into the front yard, and dad see's me and starts cracking up. Then he says to use some type of soap that works pretty good on like grease and stuff like that..&amp;nbsp;I go inside and do that...doesn't work. I go back outside and dad is still laughing at me and he's all "are you sure you scrubbed it in?". Silly Dad! I looked at the bottle and thought my hair would become magically clean!! heehee..So he says "Alright come on then" and we go outside and he comes over with the water hose and the soap, and tries to wash the sealant out. Didn't work (TOLD HIM!). And he says wait a minute and goes on to the porch. And comes back with some sort of liquid and a scrub brush. Yes. A scrub brush. "Dad...What is that?" He dips the brush in the liquid and starts to scrub my hair then says "Paint thinner" Yeah. There I am, in the middle of the yard, scrubbing my hair with paint thinner. And I feel I should add. It was around 50 outside...not the warmest weather. And&amp;nbsp;I'm worried cause&amp;nbsp;I think the paint thinner is&amp;nbsp;gonna make my hair fall out or something lol.&amp;nbsp;However it DID get the job done (my dad was all "well you said you wanted more streaks didn't you? hahaha") and none of my hair fell out so woo! And the smell of paint thinner finally came out..I think.&lt;/FONT&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/2471943046499112135-7208284405505903060?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7208284405505903060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=7208284405505903060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7208284405505903060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7208284405505903060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/11/silver-dollar-roof-sealant.html' title='Silver Dollar Roof Sealant.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-772656429361412904</id><published>2006-11-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint. Books. And people annoy me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img460.imageshack.us/img460/6286/cid367d807e0bfe499e971bqj2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I've become immune to paint. I don't get that high anymore. Well I'd assume it was a high...Can paint do that to you? Other wise I have no other excuse for being a complete dork. How sad. And I think I've lost those few brain cells that were left. ::sigh:: Ah well, I didn't use them often anyway heeheehee...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;That's what I've been up to though, Painting the kitchen cabinets. SO not as easy as it sounds, Especially since&amp;nbsp;I wont use a roller for fear of getting paint splatter on the floor (Yes I realize I should have used like a sheet or something but then I was worried about the paint soaking thru the sheet. I spent a week putting in the flooring, I will NOT risk messing up my pretty new floor!) Anywho, I'm hoping one or two more days of work and then I'll be done. Lord help the people that built this house, should our paths ever cross. That's all I got to say about that!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/3858/prod29214889ti6.gif"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I think I'm dehydrated. Its been a while since I've felt that way though, So that's good. I'm like mom, No matter how much I drink, Its never enough. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4531/fbf3591fyq3.gif"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;You know what I find irritating? When you tell someone that you've had a bad day, and they are all "You think that's bad? That's nothing, My day..." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yes. Well. While I'm sure that your day was much more horrific than mine, this does not make my day any better than before. ...Is that mean of me? Its not like I don't care about how your day went, Of course I do! But its not a contest, If I've had a bad day, I really don't want to hear how mine was great compared to yours. Is it so hard to just say "Sorry you had a bad day, My day was bad to" and then tell someone about your day&amp;nbsp;if you want to share the details? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/1614/guitarnw2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm in a talkative mood, With no one to talk to, So I figure I'll pay attention to my poor neglected journal. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img468.imageshack.us/img468/9683/z5901124lv7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I just got done reading two of the best books EVER. And I've got a new favorite author also. Stephenie Meyer. Twilight is one book and New Moon is the second book in the series.. I think she's got two more books coming out with the story, And then another from Edwards side. COOOOOL! But yeah, totally the best books I've ever read. I am down to the last book in the books that I said would last me until we moved...HA! I made time for reading and now I've got one book left...Guess I should order some more books soon..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img465.imageshack.us/img465/7848/prod28114652xj3.gif"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Hmm....I guess that's all I've got to say. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-772656429361412904?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/772656429361412904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=772656429361412904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/772656429361412904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/772656429361412904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/11/paint-books-and-people-annoy-me.html' title='Paint. Books. And people annoy me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6012779341865525898</id><published>2006-10-29T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I thought it was cool...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://www.jjchandler.com/tombstone/download.php"&gt;Tombstone Generator&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/4084/tombstoneal6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6012779341865525898?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6012779341865525898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6012779341865525898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6012779341865525898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6012779341865525898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-thought-it-was-cool.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8614196480946720113</id><published>2006-10-25T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I've nothing of interest to say....Look what&amp;nbsp;I learned how to do!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/5662/animation1js7.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Thats it, Here's a joke my friend Carrie sent me...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel plans. So, the husband left Minneapolis and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;To: My loving wife&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Subject: I've arrived Date: April 6, 2006&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;P.S. sure is freaking hot down here!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8614196480946720113?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8614196480946720113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8614196480946720113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8614196480946720113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8614196480946720113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-nothing-of-interest-to-say.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8796696788723991703</id><published>2006-10-01T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/564/8663bxmdickhwnyn6.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I felt like writing...though&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't get excited. I have nothing interesting to say. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I won. Ha ha Matt. HA HA!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Hmm....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Mom went and got a perm. She looks cute, And she actually looks like my mother now...I have such curly hair, but Moms is straight and dads isn't really that curly cause its short. People always say "where'd you get your hair from?!" to me..So now Moms got my hair. I told her she should dye it darker again...like...oh ...I don't know...black? Come on mom! We'll dye it while dad is on his UTA!! ::giggle::...Wait...Does dad read this?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I did the kitchen floor. Basically the whole thing myself! I'm proud!! My dad would put leveler on the floor, cause&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't do that part, and then the next day I would sand down the spots that needed to be sanded, wipe it down with a wet rag, paint on this "glue" or whatever (It was vile smelling. Mom made me put a scarf on ...I looked like&amp;nbsp;I was gonna rob a bank I'm sure lol)&amp;nbsp;And then I put down the tile. AND! I even measured and cut the tiles that needed to be cut. And it looks good to! Is it lame that I'm really happy about that? Oh well, I like the word lame anyway (I dunno...it just sounds funny). Anyway's there is only a little bit left to do...under the dishwasher, Stove, and fridge. Then we are done and onto the next project. I'm hoping we can finish this week, but I dunno. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img111.imageshack.us/img111/8964/dhfj0oom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;OH! AND!!! I got a whole bunch of books to read. It should last me till we move (assuming we still move before November...) So I'm happy about that. Normally it would only last me a month, but with all the work going on I'm normally to tired to read much&amp;nbsp;anymore. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm gonna go read. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8796696788723991703?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8796696788723991703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8796696788723991703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8796696788723991703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8796696788723991703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess what!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6919218801659277868</id><published>2006-09-15T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/8176/12871qyixtnrxn3dx5.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Oh. My. God. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Do you know how long it has been since I have been THIS bored?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Oh sure...I complain that I'm bored (haha I almost typed "I complain that I'm boring" ...anyway) all the time. But that's just cause&amp;nbsp;I am always a little bit bored.&amp;nbsp; I just spent the last 4 minutes staring at the screen. Then&amp;nbsp;I realized&amp;nbsp;I was staring at the screen and decided to make an entry. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Uhhhhh....what to write about?.....hmmmm....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I went and got the new Sugarcult CD. I LOVE.LOVE.LOVE.LOOOOOVE. Them. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Annnnd. Um. YOU SEE!!!! Nothing!!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My friend Aaron is moving. Which kinda sucks, cause I talk to him practically everyday. So Now&amp;nbsp;I have no one to talk to. All my friends started school so I'm kinda just here. Fun. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Today was kinda busy&amp;nbsp;I guess...I cleaned, I scrubbed the kitchen floor (And&amp;nbsp;I didn't even get a dress with matching slippers&amp;nbsp;and little birds singing around me, what a rip off!!) So we can put in the new flooring ( Vinyl Tile...But we gotta put this stuff over the old flooring before we can lay down the tile otherwise it will come out all funny. I don't know the technical terms, so you may just have to be confused.) And then I took apart the old entertainment center and threw it out. And then helped dad clean up the yard a little. Fun. Fun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;That's pretty much how its been the past few days. Bleh. But oh well...we move soon, so that's something. I hope. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I miss my people!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I guess I'll go now, I'm gonna go find someone to write to. Or wait...no...I dunno!!! Laters. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/2773/sugarcultpd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6919218801659277868?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6919218801659277868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6919218801659277868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6919218801659277868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6919218801659277868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3875744763469183667</id><published>2006-09-03T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;I stole this from Brain. HA HA BRAIN!!!! &lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d29551/04"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Go read his journal, I bet you ten bucks you'll laugh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#ff0080 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.co.uk/brainwhispers/Wordsjustfallout/"&gt;Words just fall out&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT id=role_document face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT id=rolx_document face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;What time is it?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;It's 11:43. I don't know the date, I'm Homeschooled.&lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d29551/04"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;2. Do you wear clip-on or post earrings?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;Post&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;3. What are you most afraid of?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Lets see...Nuns, Cherubs (They are EVIL! I'm telling you!!) Lizards (they are after me)..Well more like a strong dislike, not fear. I hate the dark. I don't wanna get old and realize my life sucked.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;4. What is the most recent movie that you've seen in a cinema?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Nacho Libre&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;5. Have you ever seen a ghost?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Seen one? No.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;6. Where were you born?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;San Antonio TX&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;7. Favourite food?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; I cant pick, I love lots of&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;food.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;8. Ever Been to Alaska? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Not Yet&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. Ever been toilet papered?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Noooooo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;10. Have you loved someone so much it made you cry?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Nope.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;11. Been in a car accident?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I haven't...But almost all of the adults in my family have.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;12. Croutons or bacon bits?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BOTH! I want a salad now.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;13. Favourite day of the week?&lt;/FONT&gt; Tuesday!..Well not really, I just picked a day.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;14. Favourite Restaurant?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The Egg Platter.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;15. Favourite Flower?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dark Red Roses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;16. Favorite sport to watch?&lt;/FONT&gt; Uh. No?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;17. Favourite Drink?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Coke, Tea, Cran-Strawberry mixed with sprite.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;19. Disney or Warner Brothers&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; Both...Do you know how hard it is to find a Little Mermaid coloring book?!!...Not that&amp;nbsp;I was looking or anything.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;20. Favourite fast food restaurant?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;UM....I dunno.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;21. What colour is your bedroom carpet?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; Wood floors. I hate them, Its always freezing in the winter. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;23. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Ben was the last email.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;24. What do you most often do when you are bored?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Go find one of my friends and complain that I'm bored. Or fill out these things. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Console" color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;25. What time is Bedtime?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Whenever, but generally I'm out by 2.&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;26. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest.&lt;/FONT&gt; That would be no one, This isnt an email&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;27. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I think this question is a waste. The only reason they ask it is cause they think if you say Tim is not going to respond then he will be all "Golly Gee! I should respond" But that never happens. So why ask it? (No, I don't know any Tim's that go around saying Golly Gee.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Sans" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;28. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Anyone's&amp;nbsp;I guess..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Sans" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;29. What is your favourite TV show?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Ghost Hunters..Most Haunted..Miami Ink..No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain. I love him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;30. Ford or Chevy?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;31. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Sunstreak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Sans" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;32 What are your favourite colours?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Black, Reds, Greens, Blues, Purples.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;33. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;None yet.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Sans" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;34. How many pets do you have?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; 5&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Sans" color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;35. If you could go anywhere, where would you go?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Ireland.&amp;nbsp;Back to England...I wanna travel Europe. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;36. What would you like to accomplish before you die?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I want to travel. I want to marry a guy that can cook. I want to build my own house. I want to find a place that's just for me, Where&amp;nbsp;I fit in perfectly. I want to have a pet pig. I want to go sky diving. I want to live by a beach. I want to do something with graphics design. ...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Lucida Sans" color=#ff0080 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;37. How many people are you sending this e-mail to?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;It a journal entry silly. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" face=Arial color=#00ff00 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;38. What characteristics do your friends have to have?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well all of them are funny...But they are all really different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" face=Arial color=#00ff00 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;39. Month and date of your birth?&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;May 31st.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-3875744763469183667?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3875744763469183667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3875744763469183667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3875744763469183667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3875744763469183667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/09/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8309368498832126736</id><published>2006-09-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(more) Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;These past few days have been kinda sucky. Me and one of my best friends are ....not really fighting, But not getting along. I dunno,&amp;nbsp;I don't wanna be mean, but at the same time&amp;nbsp;I don't want to be taken advantage of. So its kinda hard. I'm sure it will be over with in a week or so, but it doesn't really help at the moment lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;ANYWAYS!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I hate to write in here when I'm not happy, so lets find something to be happy about shall we?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;How about pictures of my RED hair? ::giggle::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I have...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;2 people saying it looks awesome...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;1 person who still doesn't like it ::looks at dad:: hahahaha poor dad. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;2 people who "like it" (UH-HUH! SURRRREEEEEE. I'm not dumb. Though many argue about the truth in that.) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;heehee&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So what do you think?? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/5715/1005252jj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9281/1005255mx4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8309368498832126736?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8309368498832126736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8309368498832126736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8309368498832126736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8309368498832126736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pictures.html' title='(more) Pictures'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5937086475588062099</id><published>2006-08-26T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Puppy! And some not so natural red...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;WE GOT A PUPPY!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;We got her for my brother (Adrian) as a birthday present. She is the sweetest thing ever..SHE'S TINY! Paco's head is about half&amp;nbsp;the size of her entire body...&amp;nbsp;lol...actually more than that. She's a Cocker Spaniel but smaller than the average and&amp;nbsp;I don't think she'll get to much bigger...she is 8 months now. She fits right in with the family..it took a day for the dogs to accept her (You should see her and Paco play, its so funny...Gordo doesn't really pay much attention to her lol.) And the cats...well they don't get along so well yet but Sophie will get bored with them soon and it will be back to how it always is. My cat Cha-Cha is actually the same size as her. Sophie is very much food motivated ... When&amp;nbsp;I call her she wont come to me. And&amp;nbsp;I KNOW she KNOWS her name...When I'm in the kitchen and call her she comes running. I can't get over the fact that she is so small. We haven't had a small dog in over half my life. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Anyway.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/9755/596446097maw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Not much else is new...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I dyed my hair. Again. The dye fades after a while and becomes a light brown...But this time It got REALLY light...almost blonde in some streaks (And no offence to any blondes but that SO isn't my color) so&amp;nbsp;I finally got not lazy and dyed my hair...only this time I decided to go crazy with the dye...so....now all of my hair is red. &lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d29551/16"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It looks soooo cool. Its like dark red and then bright red in some places. I LOVE it, mom said it looked pretty...Dads not a fan of it...he says "Well Ryan, It doesn't matter what I think as long as you are happy with it." hahahahahahaha....poor dad. He has a freak for a daughter. After this fades I'll try a more natural red.&amp;nbsp;I'll post some pictures soon cause my brothers birthday is coming up so I'm sure my mom will be there taking pictures lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/4318/sixteencandleslongducktx9.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-5937086475588062099?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5937086475588062099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5937086475588062099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5937086475588062099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5937086475588062099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-puppy-and-some-not-so-natural.html' title='Another Puppy! And some not so natural red...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1230303263915333273</id><published>2006-08-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOM DOOM DOOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/3866/ygpf2ue8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I. Am. So. Bored. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Who knew it was possible to be so bored. I'll tell you who. ME. Because I AM this bored. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Anyways. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;We finished screening in the porch and the dogs haven't run through it yet so yessss!!! And now we start on the roof. Its not as bad as&amp;nbsp;I thought it would be...Its actually something&amp;nbsp;I could do myself but&amp;nbsp;I don't think my parents will go for that. hopefully it will take&amp;nbsp;less than a week to do. Hopefully being the key word.&amp;nbsp;The only thing that sort of sucks is that whole possibility of falling off the roof. But it wouldn't be a very far fall. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Other than that, absolutely nothing new has happened. I wont be able to talk to my best friend Matt for 4 months. I haven't talked to Andrew in weeks. I got to talk to Ben a lot lately. And Aaron to. He's always fun to talk to. I do a lot of talking if you couldn't tell. Alaina and Anzaya started up school so that kinda sucks. But whatever. I packed up my room sort of....I still have a lot to do,&amp;nbsp;I just don't know where to start. So mom will help me with that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Alright. Well. I'm going to go find something else to do. I don't really have anything interesting to write about. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-1230303263915333273?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1230303263915333273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1230303263915333273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1230303263915333273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1230303263915333273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/08/doom-doom-doom.html' title='DOOM DOOM DOOM'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3124046753776261219</id><published>2006-08-09T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI! HI! HI!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/469/z24027308me5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Has anyone heard the new song from Evanescence??? I dunno that&amp;nbsp;I like it...I sorta do but&amp;nbsp;I sorta don't. The video is cool though. I wonder where they filmed it. And was that guy hot, or was he hot? Yes, he was Hot. I wonder who he was....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/6825/nemoseahorseimgonnagotouchthebuttdy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Anyways....I don't have anything to say but its been a while so&amp;nbsp;I thought&amp;nbsp;I would make an entry.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/9210/smilleyf5.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm gonna start packing up my room, most of it is just decoration so&amp;nbsp;I can live without it. I want to&amp;nbsp;mooooove!!! Alaina and Jenn are crossing off the days till&amp;nbsp;I get there they say.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/6084/thljicondrugsot5.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I want a brownie. Does anyone have a brownie?? Alright. I think....I just might...either go pack....or....go and get the stuff&amp;nbsp;I got Anzaya ready to send off. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/4456/orangeperfectpoisonbr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;You know what I notice? I tend to put in a lot of graphics to make up for entries that suck.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-3124046753776261219?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3124046753776261219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3124046753776261219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3124046753776261219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3124046753776261219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-hi-hi.html' title='HI! HI! HI!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1529590652379028307</id><published>2006-07-26T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little brother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So...My brother comes into the living room, where&amp;nbsp;I am on my computer. He has the evil smile that he tends to get when he is getting ready to &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;A. Attempt to give me a wedgie.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;B. Give me a wet willie.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Or C. Really, any way he can annoy me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I tell him "What are you going to do to me?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;He giggles...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"Why nothing Ryan, Why would you say that?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"Oh PLEASE!!! I KNOW That look. Plus, did you know, that when you are getting ready to pick on me your ears tend to twitch. OH MY GOSH They are twitching like CRAZY!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Adrian gets a worried look.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"How about now?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"They stopped..."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;He gets a look of relief....but because&amp;nbsp;I am mean. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"ADRIAN!!! They are twitching again!!! Are you going to give me a wet willie?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;He then puts his hand to his ears and runs off....only to run back 5 minutes later, and indeed, stick a finger full of his spit, into my ear. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I WILL get him back. And&amp;nbsp;I will come and write it in my journal so&amp;nbsp;I can remember it when he gets a girlfriend. ::evil laugh::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img76.imageshack.us/img76/7876/10036480001bo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-1529590652379028307?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1529590652379028307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1529590652379028307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1529590652379028307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1529590652379028307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-little-brother.html' title='My little brother...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2375427375735732388</id><published>2006-07-17T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. How are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;They have bunnies in the circus?...hmmm....Maybe&amp;nbsp;I SHOULD train them instead.... I mean...not I....Mary...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My friend Matt sent me thing i'm assuming he got off a web site (cause it says so.)...along with his own little caption..it made me laugh..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/886/untitledfgjbm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"but shes not up till noon"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;heeheehee....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;anyways I dont really have anything to write about, but i'm bored, yes yes, what else is new?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;here's some jokes i found funny...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;An American stood in London looking at a large building. A British boy walked by and stood beside the American. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;"You know, boy," said the American, "in the States we have that kind of building too, but they are four times higher." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;"Really?" replied the boy. "How sad. That is a mental hospital."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;~~~~~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=3&gt;A seven year old boy goes to the hospital with his grandmother to visit his grandfather. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When they arrive, Johnny runs ahead of his granny, and bursts into his grandfather's room. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Grandpa", the boy says, "As soon as Grandma comes into the room, make the sounds of a frog," &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"What for?" asked his Grandpa. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Grandma said that as soon as you croak, we're going to Disney World"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2375427375735732388?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2375427375735732388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2375427375735732388' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2375427375735732388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2375427375735732388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-how-are-you.html' title='Hi. How are you?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7177228926866604605</id><published>2006-07-14T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Brain has made a very good point. Not about the cheese...well that is a good point,&amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure that would be more painful that coke up your nose but that wasn't what&amp;nbsp;I meant. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Now that&amp;nbsp;I am wanted by the CIA&amp;nbsp;I must leave. I've decided to run away to Mexico and join the circus as Mary the Monkey Trainer. During my free time&amp;nbsp;I will train to be a ninja.&amp;nbsp;The money&amp;nbsp;I shall make will not be much but it is better than life in jail. I personally think Mary is the perfect name...there are so many, do you know how long it will take to do background check on all the Mary's? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So, my friends, its been great. Should anyone ask where&amp;nbsp;I went, I AM NOT MARY, &amp;nbsp;A MONKEY TRAINER IN MEXICO. Or a ninja.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/2104/ninjatext4pf.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-7177228926866604605?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7177228926866604605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=7177228926866604605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7177228926866604605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7177228926866604605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-run.html' title='On the run...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-152286881753681007</id><published>2006-07-11T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/665/screamnow2nw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I often wonder to myself...am&amp;nbsp;I antisocial? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;One minute,&amp;nbsp;I don't like them. People&amp;nbsp;I mean, not the voices.&amp;nbsp;The next, hey lets be friends!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Most people annoy me. Not all of them of course, but a good amount. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well yesterday&amp;nbsp;I decided&amp;nbsp;I don't like people. Most are mean. And care only of themselves. And, well they annoy me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And then, we (me dad and alex, mom doesn't like the movies and Adrian didn't wanna see it)&amp;nbsp;went to the movies ( Pirates....very awesome,&amp;nbsp;I liked it) and on the way home I go to the 7 eleven to get adrian a small Icee since he had to stay home....And the lady asks me if that's all I'm getting, yes&amp;nbsp;I say...and she says...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"Oh you can go ahead then"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;granted it was only a dollar, but she let me have it without paying. "Thank you!"&amp;nbsp;I say and she tells me to have a nice day. As lame as it sounds&amp;nbsp;I think that made my next few days, it was a nice thing to do, and its not like she expected anything back, or&amp;nbsp;I had done anything for her. She was just being nice. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So,&amp;nbsp;I guess there is hope for people yet. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-152286881753681007?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/152286881753681007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=152286881753681007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/152286881753681007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/152286881753681007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/people.html' title='People....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6081136607566491855</id><published>2006-07-10T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of my trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So Galstonbury was sooooooo cool. Lots of hippies and pagans and happy people. Mom wants to live there,&amp;nbsp;I think she'd like it. You'll have to have an extra room for me seeing as how&amp;nbsp;I will be visiting constantly. hee hee....It was kinda funny but we didnt even know we were there, we were driving around trying to find it and we finally stopped and asked this guy and he was like "You're in Glastonbury" not mean or anything, he was really nice, very talkative....He told us were to find Chalice Wells, which was our mission. We wanted to go there because supposedly the water there has healing powers or such, and i wanted to bring some back for mom because her knee and neck are still hurting her. So we finally get there and i'm practically running lol, it was so peaceful and beautiful. I told dad that when mom moves here, shes gonna be spending 3 pounds a day paying to get into the place lol. Luckily they had bottles there because we forgot to get one. So we got the water, and walked around, and then....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;we went....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;to the highlight of my whole trip....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Stonehenge. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;It was amazing! So many people, and everyone was really happy. We went on summer solstice which is when the let you actually go up and touch the rocks and people climb on them and its just a lot of fun. It was kinda funny, I went there you know happy to see it but not that excited, but like the second you get out of the car you can just like feel the energy and how excited everyone else is and you're all woohoo!!!!! Perfect place to people watch and you learn quite a bit...hee hee.... Such as...Mushrooms is not a code word for I'm Lost. ::giggle:: I almost got to flirt with a very cute, TALLER than me, boy but dad was there and was all "Excuse me sir, can i help you?". ::sigh:: Figures.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And after that....the...Tower of London! And you know what? As long as i had waited to go there, it wasn't what i expected lol. It was great, but i think Stonehenge was the best part of the trip. Did you know that people still live in the tower of London? I think thats cool....kinda creepy though. Do the see ghost constantly? I would think so...I couldn't live that way. While we were there we saw these people who were doing a reenactment of Anne Boylen's trial. Is it bad to say&amp;nbsp;I was in the back giggling? Not at the story...but the actress was just so serious it was hard not to laugh....thats another reason&amp;nbsp;I don't watch horror movies, people think I'm a freak for laughing but&amp;nbsp;I swear&amp;nbsp;not laughing at the story, its just the people!!!!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Anyways, so theres my trip!!!! Thats just a little bit of it, i left out&amp;nbsp; lots of pictures and a few stories, but my fingers cant type that much and I cant sit around for very long periods of time anymore. Being there does that to you...you get so used to walking around and then you come back home and don't really have much to do...needless to say I've found a new meaning of the word boredom. But mom doesn't mind cause she get a clean kitchen. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6081136607566491855?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6081136607566491855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6081136607566491855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6081136607566491855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6081136607566491855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-of-my-trip.html' title='The last of my trip'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2613922124761778590</id><published>2006-07-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Ives and Peterborough</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;St. Ives is totally a place&amp;nbsp;I could live, it seemed very quiet. They had a....lake?...With tons of swans, they were pretty but really really big. And for a girl who isn't to fond a birds lol...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Peterborough was more loud and had more shopping. And for some reason, was&amp;nbsp;where all the punks were. Not the wanna be punks like me either, but the full on chains and boots with flames on them. One guy came up to me and said hi, he was cute but short,&amp;nbsp;I know, I'm harsh :-P&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2613922124761778590?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2613922124761778590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2613922124761778590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2613922124761778590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2613922124761778590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/st-ives-and-peterborough.html' title='St. Ives and Peterborough'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3103387575173106900</id><published>2006-07-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Back To London!!! This was dads first time there, cause&amp;nbsp;I had gone the first time with all of the girls. We went with Linda and Jim because everyone else went up to Scotland for the three day weekend. I was proud of myself cause I already sort of knew my way around and dad was all "where do you go to get to here?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;We went to the London Dungeon and then just walked around. Then all of us went to the London Eye, soooo cool, that was the huge Ferris wheel. You can see like the whole city. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;By the end of the day, my feet HURT, but it was fun!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-3103387575173106900?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3103387575173106900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3103387575173106900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3103387575173106900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3103387575173106900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/london-again.html' title='London Again!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4641208086005138637</id><published>2006-07-07T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warwick and a church</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Warwick castle was my first real castle, and it was so. freakin. cool. I LOVED it! Its so cool, to think of like how old it is and what its seen. We went through the whole castle and then did the Ghost Walk....Yeah&amp;nbsp;I will admit, that almost the whole thing wasn't that scary, but at the end, a lady jumped out from a door, and&amp;nbsp;I wasnt expecting it because, ya know, it was the end. And&amp;nbsp;I couldnt breathe. well&amp;nbsp;I could but it scared the crap out of me. Everyone seemed to think it was funny. Yeah Yeah...laugh it up people, you'll get yours!! And then went to the gardens they have there, my favorite was the rose garden. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;OH and then before we went back to the base, there was a church we went to go see St. Mary's Church, and they had a graveyard and it was sooooooo cool all the gaves were from like the 1800s...none were later than that. And then&amp;nbsp;I took a picture next to one, and when&amp;nbsp;I got up to say sorry (I felt bad! I wouldnt want some freak sitting on top of my grave!)&amp;nbsp;I looked at the name (well you cant say sorry and not know the name) and the name was Elizabeth, (my middle name) how freaky is that?! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4641208086005138637?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4641208086005138637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4641208086005138637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4641208086005138637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4641208086005138637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/warwick-and-church.html' title='Warwick and a church'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6196191625296382540</id><published>2006-07-07T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>York</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;York was about 3 hrs from where we were, the drive was fun, the country is sooooo beautiful. Have&amp;nbsp;I said its pretty over there? Ok, just checking. And then when we got there it was so cool, it seemed small! I don't know though cause we were only there for a little while but we went to the York Dungeon (there were pictures but they are all kinda gory) which was fun, They started picking on me!! What it is is like a bunch of ree and stuff of the not so pretty things of the past. And the actors kept getting in my face and stuff (one guy more than the rest...hee hee...at least he was cute right?!) and then....i was found out....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;We went into a court room, and...i was called to the stand &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;what for? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Go on....ask&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well since you asked.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Apparently&amp;nbsp;I was seen dancing naked in a park chanting spells to get men to come to me. But&amp;nbsp;I was a&amp;nbsp;bad&amp;nbsp;witch, because&amp;nbsp;I got no men. Alright who told on me?! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But in the end, she found me guilty, and&amp;nbsp;I had 3 choices. I could plead guilty, and be burned at the stake. Very guilty, be tortured and then burned. Or Insane and get off free. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Me: uh...Insane&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Judge: Right, then I'll need to you dance around the room naked to prove you truly are insane. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Me: Guilty. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6196191625296382540?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6196191625296382540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6196191625296382540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6196191625296382540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6196191625296382540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/york.html' title='York'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5266297061657655960</id><published>2006-07-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The next place we went was Cambridge to have dinner, SO pretty. And apparently, it being a college place, this was where all of the very cute boys with accents were. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;We ended up eating at some Italian place...i think that's what it was. And the waiter had a non English&lt;/SPAN&gt; accent so we were all trying to figure out where he was from, when we asked he said we had to guess so everyone is throwing out their guesses, and after like 10 minutes we finally got it, He's from Turkey. And so were were all well guess where we are from, but its&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;kinda&lt;/FONT&gt; obvious we are from the states, so since everyone there was Hispanic, well almost everyone, we had him guess which country...He finally got me and dad, Mexico and it was funny he was all "Hola!" and shook dads hand and then he shook my hand and called me Chica and then was all "Or no, Mi Amor" everyone was all "hey now! that's his daughter!" and i was all "woohoo!" well not out loud or anything. Now that i look back though he really wasn't that cute. Oh well. Then we got lost on the way home. We got lost a lot during the trip, but some of the best sight seeing is done while lost, did you know that? lol...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-5266297061657655960?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5266297061657655960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5266297061657655960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5266297061657655960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5266297061657655960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/07/cambridge.html' title='Cambridge'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8182325133915518944</id><published>2006-06-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;Lets hope&amp;nbsp;I dont delete these.&lt;/FONT&gt; Because that would suck. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8182325133915518944?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8182325133915518944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8182325133915518944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8182325133915518944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8182325133915518944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/06/london-pictures.html' title='London Pictures'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6284778253589723827</id><published>2006-06-28T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;I just want you to know, that i am giving the Delete Button a veeeerrry dirty look right now. I will repost the pictures that took me 15 minutes to caption, tomorrow.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6284778253589723827?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6284778253589723827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6284778253589723827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6284778253589723827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6284778253589723827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-want-you-to-know-that-i-am.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7228983781284747711</id><published>2006-06-28T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London!</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So after a few hours of sleep. Yes. A &lt;EM&gt;few&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;EM&gt;hours. &lt;/EM&gt;We had one of the guys drive us to the train station and we took the train to London!! Being in London wasn't what&amp;nbsp;I thought it'd be. It was great but you kinda don't factor in that even though its this great place, people actually live there, so there is a lot of new. And trash...why aren't there any trash cans? And did you know you have to pay to use the public bathroom? Not in all places but in some of them you did. Maybe with the money they make charging to use the bathroom they can get more trash cans cause people just leave their trash anywhere... I never understood how you can do that, just LEAVE your trash there. I hate when people do that, or when they throw it&amp;nbsp;on the ground&amp;nbsp;right in front of me. I make it a point when&amp;nbsp;I see trash to throw it away,&amp;nbsp;I don't see why its so difficult for people to. But anyway ok sorry, Well the boys in London really weren't that cute. I counted, there were less than 10. Well, you tend to pay attention to that while on a bus! &amp;nbsp;We mostly rode around on the busses, and we went on this cruise thingy on the river Thames. I kept trying to blend in and not look like a complete tourist and Debbie and Linda (mostly Debbie) kept being all "take a picture of me here! take a picture of me doing this! take a pictures of this and that!" OH and then the all time embarrassment? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"Take a picture of me putting in the money to go to the bathroom!!!" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Oh. My. God. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;WHYYYYYYY. So much for blending in. Both me and Ali were shaking out heads.&amp;nbsp;And then someone took pity and gave us 20 pence cause nobody had the money to use the restroom lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;That was pretty much it, mostly sightseeing, figuring out where everything was, we stayed on the bus for the majority of the day. It was kind&amp;nbsp;funny cause the things&amp;nbsp;I wanted to see the most were ok, but the things&amp;nbsp;I didn't expect to be that great, ended up being better than the things&amp;nbsp;I wanted to see the most. Did that make sense? I'm sick, have pity on me. &lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d29551/04"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-7228983781284747711?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7228983781284747711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=7228983781284747711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7228983781284747711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7228983781284747711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/06/london.html' title='London!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6241661317391540428</id><published>2006-06-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Pub!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Have&amp;nbsp;I said its good to be back? Cause it is...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The pictures there kinda suck, but&amp;nbsp;I was still new with the camera, they get better&amp;nbsp;I promise!! The last one is really blurry, but its just to give you an Idea of what they looked like...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Alright well the very first day there was just getting to know everyone...We went (the girls) and checked out our rooms and then all met back in Ali's room where&amp;nbsp;I was interrogated lol and then we went to go find ITT....They decided to put me in charge of finding the place. Apparently my face was funny because they all burst out laughing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Um....Are you sure?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Debbie "this will be your school lesson for the day!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I rolled my eyes. Not in front of her though, this was when I was still being polite. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I told them fine but I hope they don't mind walking a lot cause the chances of me getting you lost are high. They said they didn't mind...And...I FOUND IT! All by myself!!! I was proud of myself. (still am actually) So we get there and look at all the stuff they have and the girls decided to get tickets for The Big Bus tour the next day...I had to be a kid because the kid price was a lot cheaper...you know the kids age ends at 15 or 16 in most place there? I read one sign&amp;nbsp; that said "Kids 16 and under should be accompanied by an adult" which made me laugh. It was for some tour, I don't remember which one though. Then we went back to our rooms, well I went with Ali cause dad said to stay with her, but the others went to their own rooms to unpack and everything. Then all the guys got back and we went to eat dinner. At a restaurant/pub. My very first pub! I got fish &amp;amp; chips cause someone said it was good. I wasn't impressed though...it didn't have much flavor. But the one of dads friends did say that it depends on where you go cause some places have crappy fish &amp;amp; chips.&amp;nbsp;I found that out...not much food there has flavor to it.&amp;nbsp;So we finish our food and everyone isdrinking or talking....And then Chester comes along. This guy cant handle his drink very well (and before&amp;nbsp;I go on,&amp;nbsp;I don't want everyone thinking&amp;nbsp;I was hanging out with a bunch of drunk people lol, everyone was very responsible about it and some of them didn't drink at all.) He comes over when everyone was asking me what&amp;nbsp;Iplanned to do when&amp;nbsp;I was done with high school, and&amp;nbsp;I said&amp;nbsp;I planned to go to college and study graphics design and then&amp;nbsp;I also wanted to do something with Travel...And then Chester comes in "You should join the air force" ...Me "um....no. That's not really for me...I don't do well with people yelling at me" and then he starts to get really loud but&amp;nbsp;I don't remember what he had said and I'm all "Yeah....See that reverse psychology doesn't work on me" and everyone started laughing and he got a little louder and at this point everyone came to my rescue and Chester went to get another drink lol. Needless to say&amp;nbsp;I kept away from him for the majority of the trip. And dad says that the next day everyone was telling him they were&amp;nbsp;really impressed with the way&amp;nbsp;I handled myself (Even Debbie came up to me telling me she was very impressed and surprised with the way&amp;nbsp;I handled myself and he really shouldn't have been in my face like that) Then we all we back to the base and went our own ways....and that was my first day in England! Did you know it doesn't get dark there till like ten? And the weather there was SO nice. The Base there was really small though, and the amount of security they had was kind of odd...it wasn't like they had anything important there, the one at Macdill probably has more to hide and even they arent as bad..they were constantly checking our ID's even if (and i'm pretty sure they did) they recognized us. Which i guess is good, but still. What someone might go around and steal the Lavender? ::looks at Debbie::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6241661317391540428?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6241661317391540428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6241661317391540428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6241661317391540428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6241661317391540428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-pub.html' title='My first Pub!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4142179799097923761</id><published>2006-06-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Shes baaaaaaack!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Miss me? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well, I'm 16 and now a woman of Travel! hee hee...I had a blast and my trip was totally what&amp;nbsp;I hoped for. I'm happy to be home though&amp;nbsp;I missed everyone (even my brothers) Especially my Gordo..who is currently sleeping right next to me. And mom...i had no one to&amp;nbsp;help me figure out what to wear, and dad really knows nothing about being punk so he was no help in that department. He did try though lol. And Paco and Cha-Cha...i think she was mad at me for leaving because&amp;nbsp;yesterday (the day&amp;nbsp;I got back) she wouldn't let me pet her. And Bella really didn't care that&amp;nbsp;I was back. Shows how much she loves me, huh? lol&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'll make a few different entries with pictures (I took on a average around 50-80 pictures a day..) Because to talk about my trip in one whole entry would take forever and probably start to hurt my fingers. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Lets see, well this entry will be about the people&amp;nbsp;I was with&amp;nbsp;I guess, first off my dad had his 2 week UTA in Alconbury England,&amp;nbsp;a few other guys in the&amp;nbsp;group brought their wives, So that's basically who&amp;nbsp;I hung out with, Everyone was really nice...ok almost everyone but I'll get to that later...and they were all fairly impressed with me, they were surprised&amp;nbsp;I liked to read. And that&amp;nbsp;I was smart (nice...so i look dumb? ::sigh:: or maybe its cause I'm homeschooled...hee hee.) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The people&amp;nbsp;I was with the most though were Orlando and Ali they were awesome! Ali was really nice she reminded me some of mom so we got along real well (she even had a bad knee, weird huh?) and then Orlando, hes funny he has that humor where he can keep a total straight face when he is joking so you're not sure if he is serious or if he is joking she you're all ''uh....ha..ha..?" Not sure if you should laugh or not, its funny. But then he will smile so you can tell he is joking. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Then Jim and Linda...i didn't really like Jim, he has like NO sense of humor. At all. And Linda was nice, she reminded me a little of one of my aunts but&amp;nbsp;I haven't figured out what it is. I dunno...not much to say about them&amp;nbsp;I guess. They were nice but&amp;nbsp;I couldn't see myself being buddy buddy with them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;AND THEN....Carlos and Debbie...yeah...Well Carlos was great. Real nice, funny, he had a flirty personality, he was just everyones friend, its hard not to like him. And then you meet his wife. And you go... (and excuse me to anybody who has a heart attack after i say it) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;"What the fuck happened there."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Seriously. That woman....you know it takes a lot to get on my bad side...I'm always giving people 5th chances and&amp;nbsp;I can get along with pretty much everyone. I may not be best friends with you but&amp;nbsp;I like everyone. I did NOT like Debbie. She is a school teacher...And the second she found out&amp;nbsp;I was homeschooled she was on me "Well what do you learn, how do you do this" I mean if only you could have seen her face when she found out, I thought her eyes were gonna pop out. I told her&amp;nbsp;I was unschooled (cause&amp;nbsp;I had already told Ali, this was the first day&amp;nbsp;I met them all and&amp;nbsp;I didn't wanna&amp;nbsp;get caught with a bunch of lies&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;I have to be with them for 2 weeks) and it seemed hard for her to understand the fact that some kids actually have the want to learn. I don't mind when people ask me questions,&amp;nbsp;I mean its a given you are gonna get those when you are homeschooled. But she was mean about it, and that is uncalled for... the questions weren't mean...just the way that she asked them. She asked me how&amp;nbsp;I learn and&amp;nbsp;I said that "I basically teach myself&amp;nbsp;I mean my parents are there if&amp;nbsp;I need help but for the most part its me,&amp;nbsp;I learn things that can hold my interest for more that 5 minutes,&amp;nbsp;I mean obviously&amp;nbsp;I do the really important things like math, but&amp;nbsp;I do it at my own pace, not 5 worksheets a day type thing". And then she asked if&amp;nbsp;I had a set time to get my work done, if&amp;nbsp;I had a specific room, like a school room in my house where&amp;nbsp;I worked. I say nope,&amp;nbsp;I do my work when&amp;nbsp;I feel like it, and&amp;nbsp;I work&amp;nbsp;wherever&amp;nbsp;I want. She seemed to have a hard time processing this. The she was all "well how do you teach yourself math" And&amp;nbsp;I said that&amp;nbsp;I normally had my parents help me with my math. So it went on like that for a while. THEN she kept quizzing me "Here is a science lesson for you! What does this word mean?" and I'm like what the hell? back off. And she kept doing it, and one time she said&amp;nbsp;something like ''we'll be your teacher for the day" and then she asked me something and i said "I don't need a teacher, i'm on summer vacation" And that shut her up. For about an hour. I could go on. But then you don't have the time, nor&amp;nbsp;do I have the energy.But don't worry, there will be more Debbie stories, you can bet on that. So those were the people&amp;nbsp;I was with for 2 weeks. Like&amp;nbsp;I said, most were cool...one wasn't. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'll tell you about my fist day there laters....I need to go take something for my head. I got sick on the day we came&amp;nbsp;home, is that perfect timing or what? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4142179799097923761?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4142179799097923761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4142179799097923761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4142179799097923761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4142179799097923761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictures-coming-soon.html' title='Pictures coming soon'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6197502115422867477</id><published>2006-06-02T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;I'm 16!!! Woohoo!!! Mom says&amp;nbsp;I can start taking Drivers&amp;nbsp;Ed. when we move...And that i can date but she has to do a background check and he has to survive a day of paintball with dad (She said i could date a guy like Angel from stand and deliver....i admit...i have a crush on him...&amp;nbsp;but only if he gave her and dad&amp;nbsp;tons of compliments and survived paintball and all that...i can see it now "Good aim sir! You got me right in the forehead that time!") I'm hoping she was joking...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;Anyway my birthday was awesome, We went out to dinner and then came homes for cake and presents (I got a video camera! And 2 really pretty necklaces) and then watched Ghost Hunters lol. And my family remembered!!! Well Abuelito anyway...They (Abuelita and Abuelito)&amp;nbsp;had gone to Indiana for my cousins 15th&amp;nbsp;(normally we&amp;nbsp;do 15ths not 16ths)..our birthdays are like 10 days apart..&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp;I didn't think they would remember, but they sent me a card (with $40, woohoo!)&amp;nbsp;and called....while still in Indiana cause my other cousin is graduating on Friday.. It was so cute, they had the entire family singing Happy Birthday to me over the phone and you could hear my aunt in the back "we love you honey!!!" and everyone all "yaaay" (they always do that after they sing the b-day song...) And Anzaya&amp;nbsp;sent me an e-mail &amp;amp; a card lol. And My Aunt Diana sent an e-card. So yeah...everyone (well a decent amount anyway) remembered so that was nice.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;The Past week has been pretty busy...On Sunday we went to MOSI ....a Museum that was kinda boring...they had a couple cool things but it wasn't that great. Though i did see a guy that looked an awful lot like Tyson....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;Then Monday the Florida Aquarium which is one of my favorite places... (no cute guys there though) And then went out to eat....Yeah Long Story there....I'll make that my next entry though. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;Then Adventure Island (a water park) on Tuesday...I saw a guy that looked like Brendon! I have pictures of everywhere except the water park so i'll add them...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;And tomorrow or Friday i have to finish packing because i leave for England on Saturday morning!! (yes....i gotta wakeup EARLY! ::dramatic music plays::) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;(sorry for the crappy spelling! I'm to lazy to fix it today!! Packing takes alot out of you!!!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6197502115422867477?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6197502115422867477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6197502115422867477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6197502115422867477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6197502115422867477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/06/lots-of-pictures.html' title='Lots of pictures'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4484316252353329397</id><published>2006-05-25T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters and Panic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The current thing on my mind?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Why do bands have to have weird names all the time? Like Letter Kills, one of my new favorites.....but really....Letter Kills? (mom asked ''which letter?'' har dee har har mom. Though&amp;nbsp;I bet it was that letter Z that people only use in last names....) Maybe there is a good reason for the name though....I don't really know anything about the band. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/8024/0904letterkillsa8ye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080 size=2&gt;^Letter Kills&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/5451/patdlargemsg11467770636223ui.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080 size=2&gt;&amp;lt;Panic&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Panic! At the disco....See that's a good name.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;They got rid of one of the band members though (or he left...I dont remember) all&amp;nbsp;I have to say? The new guy better have good hair other wise&amp;nbsp;he is&amp;nbsp;gonna kill the whole image of the band. And then the world will come to an end....and why? All because the new guy didn't have good hair. Can you handle that new guy? Well,&amp;nbsp;I still love them. Even if they did end the world. I mean come on, Its Brendon. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img111.imageshack.us/img111/6285/1111brendonlovesme1md.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/2471943046499112135-4484316252353329397?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4484316252353329397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4484316252353329397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4484316252353329397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4484316252353329397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/05/letters-and-panic.html' title='Letters and Panic....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3422792624073864617</id><published>2006-05-17T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/5590/myfamilyisafreakshow0jl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;You know....In my family, we like to gossip. Its what we do ''oh did you hear so and so went and did this and that this person is mad at this person'' blah blah blah. And i love it, makes our family seem more normal i guess. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I get a joy out of ''scaring the family''....Most of my cousins are all preppy and stuff, except for Diego, i think hes the only one who isnt preppy.&amp;nbsp;But he is pretty normal. So i like to be the one who dresses differently, who dyes her hair, basically the ''not normal one''. And i was doing so well!!!! I'm even pretty sure some of the family thought i was a satan worshiper (no i'm just kidding!!!). Well. I am no longer the crazy one. Sadly, i've lost my title.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Thanks Krissy. Thanks a lot. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;MY Cousin. Went...and got...Her belly button pierced. (and we are both the same age, just a few months apart)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Now. HOW am i going to top THAT?! I cant. I may as well go and find some sweater sets and accept the fact that now, I'm the good girl. Oh sure i could get a tattoo but not till i'm 18 and its legal, and really that's not even that cool, i mean its legal, so its not as ''bad girl''. Theres nothing i can do. I've lost my title. ::sigh:: Well it was nice while it lasted.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7739/echeerupemokid6ib.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I've got a new favorite movie....Stand And Deliver. That movie rocks....I think if they had only made more movies like that instead of the "Not Another Teen Movie" this world would be a better place. I love Angel, he was funny. I'd be his friend. Him and Pancho.... i love Panchos laugh, thats the type of laugh where you laugh, even though you have no freakin clue what hes laughing at. Plus i thought he was cute. Hes old by now cause the movie was made in like&amp;nbsp;80's or 90's&amp;nbsp;or something like that i think....But Pancho then was cute. I'm gonna see if i can get the movie...I rented it so i'm gonna go watch it right now since i've got nothing betterto do&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/2646/thdull4dm.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-3422792624073864617?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3422792624073864617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3422792624073864617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3422792624073864617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3422792624073864617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7037301859899323086</id><published>2006-05-07T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;::gasp:: Could it be? Am i actually putting pictures in when i said i would? Why i think so....heres some of the pages i've done so far...a lot of them are unfinished....sounds silly but normally it takes more than a day for me to do a page. Most of my scrap book is just magazine articles or things that make me laugh. Or bands i'm obsessed about (pretty soon i'm going to start working on a page for Fall Out Boy and one for Panic! At the Disco...I started one on Sugarcult but then the printer decided to be difficult so that one will have to wait) Some of the pages are cut off though cause the pages are bigger than the scanner...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/4175/w2ix.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I have to re-dye my red streaks, they are starting to fade so now they are like copper penny again. Well not really, but somewhere along those lines. I think i might put more red in this time...here is the picture from the last time i dyed it. (a picture i said i would put in what...a month? ago....) That was a good book....what sucks is there were only 2 books...instead of the normal 4 she writes (Tamora Pierce) and the funny thing is That was the best of all the stories i think (Tricksters Choice &amp;amp; Tricksters Queen)....but i haven't read all of her books yet so i dunno&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img322.imageshack.us/img322/5852/10035413sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Oh Jennifer got her plane ticket back to Texas and she will be leaving....i think it was June 15th. Woohoo!!! I'm sooo happy she will be there when we get to Texas.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/5413/zim4yj.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well, i guess i'll go find something productive to do. I think dishes need to be done. Probably...i haven't been in the kitchen all day...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1847/2572401ot.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/2471943046499112135-7037301859899323086?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7037301859899323086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=7037301859899323086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7037301859899323086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7037301859899323086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/05/gasp-could-it-be-am-i-actually-putting.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-420303995384512876</id><published>2006-04-30T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/1558/8726a457fw2wft0tz.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Boredom. What a scary thing. I, being the queen of it,&amp;nbsp;would know. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Nothing of interest to write about,&amp;nbsp;I know&amp;nbsp;I say that every entry. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/3172/freshblood2sv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I got a whole bunch of books yesterday...you'd think I'd be reading right now, but I'm trying to make them last a bit longer than last time...I'm running out of books to read. If anyone has any good authors for me let me know...i love the author Tamora Pierce as I'm sure I've said before, so any books like that....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img272.imageshack.us/img272/3784/12847g96j6oo22u1jy.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I love Panic! At The Disco....you know the lead singer is only 18? It could totally work.....did i already say that? I think&amp;nbsp;I might have. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/4755/offplaneta3ty.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well, now that&amp;nbsp;I have posted this rather pointless entry, I'm going to go. I REFUSE to give into the boredom today!&amp;nbsp;I...think....i just might go scrap book. You know...it sounds lame, but it really is fun...I'll put in pictures of some of the pages I've done so far later...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img278.imageshack.us/img278/881/8596jefedc9mb35ow.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-420303995384512876?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/420303995384512876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=420303995384512876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/420303995384512876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/420303995384512876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/04/boredom.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1427878043442524190</id><published>2006-04-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/5994/6e263b740ik.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;you know what i wanna know?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;since WHEN did being emo become cool? WHEN?!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Emo Posers!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Alaina was telling me that&amp;nbsp; pretty much all of her school claims to be emo now...which i think is kinda funny, cause she goes to a Christian school....Somehow that just doesn't seem right..its kinda like Christian Metal...some things just shouldn't be ( not that there is anything wrong with it for the people who like it...i'm just saying that quite a bit of metal music is rather angry...i don't see how you can be angry and sing about how Jesus loves you at the same time...and if you can well i'd like to see it.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img307.imageshack.us/img307/897/fire6ui.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;All i have to say?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I was Emo before it was cool. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;har dee har har&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;well that's pretty much all i had to say....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/9829/bunnyisaloser7kh.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;******UPDATE*****&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Sorry Matt was Emo before it was cool to!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-1427878043442524190?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1427878043442524190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1427878043442524190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1427878043442524190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1427878043442524190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-what-i-wanna-know-since-when.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5644092178188481636</id><published>2006-04-06T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Guess what!!!! I get to go to England!!!!! That's my present for my 16th birthday&lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d29551/11"&gt;. I'm soooo excited...i get to see the tower of london....and castles...and sheep! Woohoo!!!!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I've decided to give up on Prince William &amp;amp; Tyson. They have girlfriends anyway...i think. Now i'm either going to marry Rupert or Brendon.. hes from Panic! At The Disco...one of&amp;nbsp;my new favorite bands...they are both under&amp;nbsp;19 (well i think brendon is&amp;nbsp;19...)&amp;nbsp;so it could totally work!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Brendon is the second guy...the one without the weird vest thing...He looks much better with a hat though&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img447.imageshack.us/img447/6084/untitled2lm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I put a bunch of red streaks in my hair last week...before they kept coming out as a natural red...i didn't want that, i wanted red red...and it finally came out bright red, i'll put in pictures soon...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;UUMMMMM.....I think that's all i have to say...yup thats&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; it.&lt;/FONT&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/2471943046499112135-5644092178188481636?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5644092178188481636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5644092178188481636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5644092178188481636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5644092178188481636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/04/guess-what-i-get-to-go-to-england-thats.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4143710166019544541</id><published>2006-03-20T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/2606/0c0431118mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Just a short entry to say...I hate swimsuit shopping. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And that i got my friend hooked on aol radio...its kinda funny ''oh i like this one..this band is cool....oh that sucks...'' &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;::evil laugh::....i turn Alaina into an emo freak, and get Aaron hooked on aol radio...i'm such a good influence. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;OH!!!! Before i go, go watch this video...i LOVE LOVE LOVE it....its one of the best videos ever, and how awesome is it that Fall Out Boy was the band that made it?! I love the beginning ''Well next time you be the bait!'' And they show a lot of Patrick..woohoo!!. And lots of vampires....ok ...i'll stop now ....you can go see it for yourself &lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d201a5/08"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;A href="http://mp.aol.com/video.index.adp?mxid=1478422&amp;amp;_AOLFORM=w708.h344.p7.R1"&gt;Fall Out Boy :From Under the Cork Tree :'A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"'&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/7979/image89yx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4143710166019544541?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4143710166019544541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4143710166019544541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4143710166019544541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4143710166019544541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-short-entry-to-say.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3628735913873402315</id><published>2006-03-16T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muffin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/7381/greenmonkey2bg.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I have the muffin man stuck in my head...for the past week ''Do You Know the Muffin Man??'' and let me tell you...its starting to get annoying.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Darn the muffin man! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/504/att4446aw.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Poor Stick Man...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Oh I FINALLY got my Best Days Behind cd! Woohoo!!!! And they sent me free stickers to. Now I can say before they were really big they sent me free stickers. ha ha...Anyways the cd is really good, I still haven't found the myspace link but that's cause I'm to lazy to look for it. You know I really have mixed feelings about Coheed and Cambria...one second I'm like yeah they are cool...the next they are annoying...I'm sure you really don't care though do you. I wanna know whats up with the new Hawthorne Heights video...has anyone seen it? It looks like the lead singer has to go to the bathroom or something. I mean...I love em and all...but I really don't get the video. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/9527/duckduck7qy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Ummmmmmm. OH! We went to the strawberry festival, which was really cool...they took away most of the animals this year though&lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d201a5/03"&gt;. And I was really disappointed in the amount of goth/punk/skaters guys there. Where have they all gone??? I went on a bunch of rides though...I went on one 3 times...after the second time the guy running the ride just started laughing at me. And then on one ride this guy was sitting next to me trying to be all tough....then the ride started....yeah lets just say he wasn't very ''manly'' ha ha. It really wasn't that scary. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I finally got to go to the book store...yay! I got&amp;nbsp;a bunch of books by one of my new favorite authors Tamora Pierce. I've already finished 3 of them and I'm working on the 4th ...I got 6 all together....she has over 20 books, that's what it said&amp;nbsp;in the back of the book so that's cool. I've read pretty much all the books by Meg Cabot except for like 2.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/1971/swpumedsanim2qe.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well ok now that&amp;nbsp;I'm sure you all are half asleep (see...I knew there was a reason you read my journal!&lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d201a5/04"&gt;) I'm gonna go&amp;nbsp;and try and sleep myself (because I am not lucky enough to know someone boring enough to put me to sleep)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-3628735913873402315?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3628735913873402315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3628735913873402315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3628735913873402315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3628735913873402315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/03/muffin-man.html' title='The Muffin Man'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-3994383299749791521</id><published>2006-03-03T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I....Have....Nothing....To .....Do. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img326.imageshack.us/img326/8456/bbored7bu.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;In fact, it is so boring here, that I am going to put in this very lame joke I got off my&amp;nbsp;popsicle stick.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;Where do books sleep?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;Under their covers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;ha....ha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img420.imageshack.us/img420/7236/dancestickmandance2we.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I don't feel like being creative right now, so that leaves out graphics and scrapbooking, And i don't have anything to read..And i really don't wanna do anything. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/5448/avatarhelldrummergirly1190th10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I think i may go clean...then write a letter or something. Haven't written to Scott in a while...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/6862/189487770s0rx.gif"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I know,&amp;nbsp;I am ever so interesting, aren't I?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/5842/ifipromisenottokillyou8fk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-3994383299749791521?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3994383299749791521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=3994383299749791521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3994383299749791521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/3994383299749791521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/03/i.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8256819129948238823</id><published>2006-02-20T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;A real journal entry?? Why yes...I believe it is...&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Today I made tamales for one of dad friends who had asked..I did a lot of it myself, mom helped me with frying the chile pods cause I still dont know how to do that. My Abuelita would be proud hee hee&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;He wanted chicken instead of pork...why chicken?? Whatever floats your boats i guess...&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Anyways i'm sitting there shredding the chicken and Adrian comes in and here is how our conversation went (completely serious)&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Me : hey booger &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Adrian :Hi Ryan &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Me : whatchya doin?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Adrian : Nothin Alex wants to do a magic trick &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Me : cool, well go watch him then&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Adrian : Yeah...but i'm gonna need a knife&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Me (thinking wth??) : Um, No?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Adrian : But RYAN!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Me : NO! You like having 5 fingers don't you?!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;then he walked off all mad...I couldn't help but laugh...a knife?! Oh ok, that's not dangerous. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Then me and mom are sitting at the table making the tamales and i'm listening to Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends and i&amp;nbsp;say to mom "Coco is funny, so is wilt..that's his name right?'' Mom ''Yeah I think its wilt....I like Eduardo though'' Then mom looks up and says ''ok, this conversation did soo not happen'' ha ha ha...though she is right, Eduardo is the coolest of them all...though what is he?? Is he a bull? That accent cracks me up...&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And a note to those who, like me, lose their common sense every now and then, If you have a cut on your tongue and then go and eat chile covered peanuts dripping with lime...its gonna kinda hurt. Just a little.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I have still yet to receive my Best Day Behind cd. ::cries:: They aren't very big yet, they haven't been signed to any labelyet (or I don't think so anyways.. I forget) But my uncle Jacob knows the...er....Timm (i forget what he&amp;nbsp; plays....We are lucky i even know his name...you know how long it took me to figure out the Lead singer in Fall Out Boy's name was Patrick?!) But their sound is cool so I bought the cd and I still haven't gotten it &lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d201a5/14"&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'll put their myspace link in here as soon as i find it, i had it but then i lost it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;No cool graphic today, cause i'm to lazy to do the imageshack thing&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8256819129948238823?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8256819129948238823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8256819129948238823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8256819129948238823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8256819129948238823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4627848453867564815</id><published>2006-02-17T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my CD go???  :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I ordered a cd some time ago and still havent gotten it :( &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I've got nothing to write about...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;i say that in every entry though dont i... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well....i guess i'm gonna go read or something &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Wasn't this interesting?? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;If i put in a funny graphic will you forgive me for the crappy entry?? &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img345.imageshack.us/img345/6763/untitledjikl9za.jpg"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Ok that's not a funny graphic i just like looking at him...sorry... &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/6971/foamymaster22bc.jpg"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/2370/fword9pa.jpg"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4028/random70rf.jpg"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;there...&lt;U&gt;3 &lt;/U&gt;funny graphics!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now i'm going to go. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Bye bye &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;later gator&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;my old friend James hates when i say that, though i dont know why.... &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;ok....now i'm really going to go.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;(i love the edit entry button)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4627848453867564815?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4627848453867564815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4627848453867564815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4627848453867564815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4627848453867564815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-did-my-cd-go.html' title='Where did my CD go???  :('/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8747141048670434709</id><published>2006-02-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;hee hee....look what i made!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/1778/falloutboy0sk.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8747141048670434709?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8747141048670434709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8747141048670434709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8747141048670434709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8747141048670434709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/02/hee-hee.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2304277252385628269</id><published>2006-02-07T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/8233/i84873249288481ip.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;1. What is your middle name?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;2. What size is your bed?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;full i think&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;3. What are you listening to?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Fall out boy...again....i love them...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;4. What are the last two digits in your phone number?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm amish, we dont have phones remember&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; What was the last thing you ate?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;you know...i dont remember...i think it was stake...i dont really like steak&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Last person you hugged?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The dog...though that's an animal not a person...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; How is the weather right now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I dunno i'll go outside and check if you're that curious&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Look, if you arent willing to accept the fact that i'm amish that's fine, but i'm not going to say it again. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Eyes&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Do you have a bf/gf?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nope not yet!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; Do you drink?&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well of course! I'd get dehydrated if i didn't wouldn't i!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; Ever get so drunk you don't remember the entire night?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;No and i really dont plan to&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; Hair color?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; black and red&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; Eye color?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;brown&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;16.&amp;nbsp; Fav baseball team?&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;I....Dont....Know.....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;17.&amp;nbsp; Fav animal?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Penguins, Monkeys, Polar Bears&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;18.&amp;nbsp; Favorite season? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Winter&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;19.&amp;nbsp; Ever cried for no reason?&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;nope&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;20.&amp;nbsp; Last movie you watched?&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Roll Bounce i think...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;29.&amp;nbsp; What book are you reading?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I just got done reading Tricksters Queen, havent decided what one i'm reading next..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;30.&amp;nbsp; Piercings? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yes&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;31.&amp;nbsp; Favorite movie?&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; 16 candles, Napoleon Dynamite, The sound of music &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;32.&amp;nbsp; Favorite college team?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;i dont have one&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;33.&amp;nbsp; What are you doing right now?&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm answering these questions...what are you doing?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;34.&amp;nbsp; Any pets?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;2 dogs and 2 cats....i want some fish&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;35.&amp;nbsp; Dog or cat?&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; yup&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;36.&amp;nbsp; Favorite flower?&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Super Dark Dark Dark Red Roses&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;37.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever been caught doing something you weren't supposed to?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;nope havent had a chance to do something i wasn't supposed to yet!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;38.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever loved someone? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;MY Dear Rupert!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;39.&amp;nbsp; Who would you like to see right now? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Alaina&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;40.&amp;nbsp; Are you still friends with your ex's?&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I dont have any ex's&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;41.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever fired a gun? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Does a water gun count??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;42.&amp;nbsp; Do you like to travel by plane? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Not really&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;43.&amp;nbsp; Right or left handed?&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;right&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;44.&amp;nbsp; If you could be with someone right now, who would it be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I dont know?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;45.&amp;nbsp; How many pillows do you sleep with?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; umm...6&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;46.&amp;nbsp; Are you missing someone? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Jenn, Alaina&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;47.&amp;nbsp; Do you have a tattoo?&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt; not yet&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;48.&amp;nbsp; Do you watch cartoons on Saturday morning?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;nope but i like watching Spanish game shows on Sunday morning! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;49.&amp;nbsp; Are you hiding something from someone? &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Why? Did anyone tell you something? Who said something about secret illegal ninja moves?! Not me! What are you talking about?!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#ff0080&gt;50.&amp;nbsp; Do you play an instrument?&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Nope&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2304277252385628269?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2304277252385628269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2304277252385628269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2304277252385628269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2304277252385628269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/02/1.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2133602036859220364</id><published>2006-02-02T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats your soul??</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/7003/woundbyblueblack2ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00 size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let me know what you got!!&lt;/FONT&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;Blogthings - What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;You Are A Prophet Soul&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black" color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt;&lt;IMG height=100 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/prophet-soul.jpg" width=100&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.&lt;BR&gt;Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes this faith can lead to disappointment in the long run.&lt;BR&gt;No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.&lt;BR&gt;Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.&lt;BR&gt;A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.&lt;BR&gt;You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2133602036859220364?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2133602036859220364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2133602036859220364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2133602036859220364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2133602036859220364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-your-soul.html' title='Whats your soul??'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1677780267820405132</id><published>2006-01-17T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/7391/emo30nr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So this is a journal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;My journal. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I should probably write in&amp;nbsp;my journal shouldn't I. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;Though&amp;nbsp;I have nothing to write about..... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;well&amp;nbsp;I FINALLY finished painting the bathroom!! woo hoo! go me. Not to brag or anything but&amp;nbsp;I did an awesome job. hee hee. And now we start on the house, we started scraping and sanding. I cant wait for it to be done...we have just started and already&amp;nbsp;I am tired of it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So far the only injuries i got are some bruises on my legs, i got a couple cuts on my finger, and i stepped on my finger (don't ask) so i'd say that's pretty good for me. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;ummmm....what else..... &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;yeah that's really all i got. sorry. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;ooohhh&amp;nbsp;I got one... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well as of now I'm slightly over the all american rejects. ok well not really its kinda hard to not like them (well for me anyway, i know plenty of people who dont like them) but i'm still mad at Tyson. and I am still in love with Sugarcult...matt made me this tag &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/4404/sugarcultryan4nx.gif"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;If you are a true sugarcult fan you would know that these are some of the lyrics to Stuck in America ....if you aren't well then you wouldn't know that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I am finally ready to admit, I LISTEN TO EMO!!! ::cries:: i know i know!!! It was a sad day for me to, but you cant help what you like. And really...emo isnt all bad, its the emotional side ofpunk, that's all (that makes me laugh....I'm easily amused.) &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;well now that i have wasted about 10 minutes of your&amp;nbsp; time I'm off to my graphics journal. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;go visit my friend Matt's poetry journal, he's a very talented dude, he also&amp;nbsp;has a graphics journal which I'll put in here in a little while (next month when&amp;nbsp;I realize&amp;nbsp;I should probably make an entry again)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/shdwpuppet425/puppet_poems/"&gt;Poetry of the puppet&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-1677780267820405132?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1677780267820405132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1677780267820405132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1677780267820405132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1677780267820405132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-2534056343481314597</id><published>2005-12-20T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Because i'm bored but dont have nuthin to write about (we will save my toys for tots stories for later) i'm putting in a funny graphic. Poor Santa....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/1513/showletter4ub.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-2534056343481314597?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2534056343481314597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=2534056343481314597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2534056343481314597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/2534056343481314597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/12/because-im-bored-but-dont-have-nuthin.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-4940354766024309288</id><published>2005-11-29T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I've got nothing to write about but Matt said he was bored and wanted to see a new entry. Who knew my life was so interesting...&lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d201a5/04"&gt;&amp;nbsp;plus he said if i made an entry he'd make me a Rupert tag....woo hoo!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;uhhhhh....&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;uuummmmmm......&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well my life cant be interesting on demand! So i'll just show you a pretty picture.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img496.imageshack.us/img496/1281/animation12wd.png"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;(this was also made by my cool friend Matt)&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Well Matt...do i get a tag now?!?!?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d201a5/04"&gt;&amp;nbsp;much love to ya&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-4940354766024309288?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4940354766024309288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=4940354766024309288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4940354766024309288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/4940354766024309288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-nothing-to-write-about-but-matt.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-5632668410272450849</id><published>2005-11-25T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/5558/d14a88c67qy.gif"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;I've got Elmo's song stuck in my head. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;Lalalala Lalalala Elmo's world....lalalala..... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks mom. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;&amp;nbsp; You know my grandparents have a neighbor, Elma...but when i was younger i used to call her Elmo... &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;Anyways why am i talking about elmo? &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;I'm going to go fix my hair now because my dad just threw a pillow at me and the clip fell out. Why does everyone pick on me? My friend Aaron says its because i am me. Well...ok....i guess i am huh? And Alaina says its because i can take a joke and never take anything seriously (little does she know i'm plotting revenge on when she was here...and Tyler to! I had the bruise on my arm for a week!) i guess thats true....i hate being serious, its no fun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-5632668410272450849?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5632668410272450849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=5632668410272450849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5632668410272450849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/5632668410272450849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/11/lalalala.html' title='lalalala'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-392746645708516999</id><published>2005-11-24T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;WEEELLLL......i dont have anything to talk about (we wont go into what happened to the whole painting the bathroom thing today...maybe tomorrow)&amp;nbsp; so i'm going to write about the fact that i have the coolest friend matt ha ha (hi matt) and he made me a whole bunch of awesome Rupert tags the other day that i'm gonna put in here. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/1237/aaaaaaa8xs.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/4661/mproudhee6us.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yeah! And I'm proud of it!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img314.imageshack.us/img314/305/animation5ron3ep.gif"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;He couldn't be any better looking. I love his hair!!!! And he has such a sweet smile!!!!! (i'm sorry, tyson who?)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img494.imageshack.us/img494/1282/cutesmile7di.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Quit drooling over Rupert. Hes mine. MINE! I wont share! No! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img309.imageshack.us/img309/2318/ron0zl.jpg"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And this last one Matt didn't make, Mel made this one for me, i just thought i'd show it off&lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201d201a5/04"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/7374/ryanronweasley0bi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-392746645708516999?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/392746645708516999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=392746645708516999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/392746645708516999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/392746645708516999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-new-love.html' title='My new love.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-7281151417908255242</id><published>2005-11-20T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/579/1439v4rz.gif"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I'm bored so i thought i'd make an entry. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yesterday was...long. I worked most of the day, First i had to get on the roof and cut down some tree branches...did you know i have&amp;nbsp;a slight fear of heights. I'm proud of myself, i didn't fall (and with my luck that's totally something i would do). It wasn't that bad though...it was kinda funny getting onto the roof ...i just climbed out my bedroom window. I thought the windows opened more than they actually did... &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Then i painted the bathroom. And Almost fell off the ladder. Again. I got half of it done though, so the rest of it should be pretty easy (now that i said that something is going to go wrong). It looks good! Today me and dad went to home depot so i could get some more paint and some more rollers and stuff. SOOOO if all goes well, i will HOPEFULLY get rid of this project tomorrow and start in on the next one. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Painting the house. Does anyone else notice a theme in my projects? Paint...we can rule out ever becoming a professional painter (even though i'm good at it...not to brag or anything. &lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201e05b65/04"&gt;). I think we have to sand the house and then we will be able to paint it. I'm not looking forward to that...hopefully it wont be that bad though. And if i ever wanna move its gotta get done!! Its kinda easy to block out the fact that all the work sucks once you get started on a project though so w/e. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;ummmm lets see what else is new..... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and my mom went and got our hair cut and colored. I got my red streaks!! Well sort of.. now that i look at it, its more of a copper color...seriously i think of pennies wheni look at it!! lol but it still looks cool...mom says we can just dye it again and make it more red. I think after red i'm gonna do purple....or maybe blue. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp; OH!!!! I got to talk to Krissy the other day! She is my cousin, when we were little we were best friends, then for a while we didn't really talk. Her 15th birthday was yesterday, sadly we werent able to go to the quincenera but from what i hear it went great. I had called her to wish her a happy birthday, she said i sounded so much older, she sounded exactly the same though!! It was cool getting to talk to her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I guess i have talked enough for now...i'll probably be back tomorrow to complain about how tired i am from painting...wish me luck!&lt;IMG src="http://cdn-cf.aol.com/se/smi/0201e05b65/08"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/6372/toons816903fm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-7281151417908255242?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7281151417908255242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=7281151417908255242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7281151417908255242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/7281151417908255242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-bored-so-i-thought-id-make-entry.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-1017495195957230978</id><published>2005-11-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah.....blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img271.imageshack.us/img271/6299/moo3sy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;...i'm so tired ::whines::&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I actually woke up BEFORE 1 today. Scary. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;It isnt really interesting here...dad just got surgery to fix his hernia. That's about it. See, told you it wasn't interesting. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yesterday i had to paint a wall in the front room cause the paint got all scratched up...and this afternoon i come in and SOMEBODY (still haven't figured out who) left a big scratch on it. Again. I hate paint.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;And then&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I painted the bathroom &amp;nbsp;this dark green color. It looks cool...I almost fell off the ladder a few times, I hate ladders also. Hopefully we will be done with the bathroom this week. I want to hurry up and get the house fixed so we can move!!!!!! I miss everybody over in texas!!!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My Loves!!!(Sugarcult)&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/4968/0602sugarculta5mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I got a letter from Alaina today! woo hoo!! It made me laugh...currently we are fighting over Tyson...(curse his model girlfriend!) She says that i get him during the week, she gets weekends...yeah maybe you kinda gotta hear the whole joke to actually laugh huh? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;anyways i guess i'll go. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;i've got nothing to write about...&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;OH!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;The lizards strike again!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Yesterday i was outside trying to find the paint can opener thing, and i picked up this bucket to look inside it, and on the other side, looking RIGHT AT me...is a lizard!!! I yelped (i never scream...its in between a yelp and a 'ay' ..) and threw the bucket...the lizard went flying...i dunno where it landed though. I hate lizards.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/1708/6ce071f48fw.jpg"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;ok NOW i've got nothing to write about.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;bye.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-1017495195957230978?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1017495195957230978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=1017495195957230978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1017495195957230978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/1017495195957230978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/11/blah-blah-blahblah.html' title='blah blah blah.....blah.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-6287217121511296746</id><published>2005-11-09T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I feel immature but i LOVE this graphic...it always makes me laugh&lt;/FONT&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG src="http://img319.imageshack.us/img319/6088/att6663fb.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;My paint shop pro is messed up&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;::cries:: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Nothing to write about but i figure i should say hi to my poor journal, its all alone!&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;MAN!!!!! I just realized i missed TRL...there is only like&amp;nbsp;15 minutes of it left.. there was something on it that i wanted to see&amp;nbsp;but i dont remember what it was...i dont like jay-z oh but hey they got Mike from LP on the phone...woo hoo! Now its on commercials&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/6482/08linkin01265id.jpg"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Mike has the red hair...&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I like Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy..&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love the show Made...my favorite was the one where the guy wanted to become a ballet dancer...he was cute&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;oh its back on...HEY NO FAIR!!!!! they showed a whole ten seconds of Fall Out Boy...how rude.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;That's it. I'm changing it.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;ok...i going to go. i was supposed to do dishes today but never did.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Wasn't this interesting?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/6609/napoleondynamitec102217129nh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-6287217121511296746?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6287217121511296746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=6287217121511296746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6287217121511296746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/6287217121511296746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-immature-but-i-love-this-graphic.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-102583062736257175</id><published>2005-11-01T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy late halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So How was everyone's Halloween? I had fun, on Sunday we did the whole pumpkin carving thing. My brother got bored halfway thru (they got as far as making the outline on the pumpkin before they decided to didn't want to do it anymore.) So dad dad carved adrians pumpkin (a ghost) and i did mine (a haunted house) and alex's (a spider).&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I am very proud of my haunted house lol!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;my brothers&amp;nbsp;went trick-or-treating. And i got called my fathers wife. I forget what the guy said all i remember is all the parents laughing and me and the guys son (he was my age i guess) looking equally embarrassed. And then i got called Adrians mother 2 times. First we went on base but they ran outta candy fast and it was really confusing (cause they built new housing so nobody knows who lives where and what is what anymore) and then we went&amp;nbsp; to the rich neighborhood and got candy there lol, alex and my parents were tired so they hung out in the car while me and adrian went to all the houses. I got called the ''darth-sitter'' and then one lady went ''be sure to share that with your mother? sister?'' lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;But it was fun i guess. The trick-or-treating kinda sucked...next year i think we should just go to the rich peoples houses first.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-102583062736257175?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/102583062736257175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=102583062736257175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/102583062736257175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/102583062736257175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-late-halloween.html' title='Happy late halloween!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2471943046499112135.post-8074045711092787901</id><published>2005-10-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:14:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/940/sugarcult3qa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;::cries:: why must everything be so difficult. All i want is a background thing of Sugarcult. The best band ever. Well...next to AAR that is. Actually I think I might like Sugarcult (sorry Tyson, but you just had to date that model didn't you! well see! I'm moving on! so there! ::sticks out tounge::) more..at least this week anyway. But noooo....I cant find one. Why is that? Because everything has to be difficult that's why!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/9357/scary2fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Would you like to know what I did yesterday? I cleaned the bath room. Not my bathroom either. All I have to say is you men are gross! Well ok not all men, but some of them. Shall I tell the story? Of course!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;It all started this morning when mom came upstairs as said ''Ryyann look what dad brought'' I open an eye and see dad brought home McDonalds for breakfast. That is the only thing I will willingly get up for. So I get out of bed and go downstairs and dad goes ''AHH she's alive!'' (I'm not a morning person) and I give him an evil look. So I eat my food, and dad says ''hey Ryan Ruth called, she said whenever you were awake to go over there and she would pay you for watching the animals'' me ''uh-huh'' dad ''she also said she wanted to know if you could help her clean the house in the back, something about it being dirty and there were bottles everywhere she said she pay you extra'' yeah that woke me up.Pay me extra? More money? Ok!&amp;nbsp;I put on some work clothes and went over to her house, nobody answered so I went around back and over to the house in the back, they rent out the house to this guy, who doesn't really live there, he lives with his girlfriend cause she is sick. But whenever he is on this side of town he stays there, and he has his football parties there...the guy is a football freak. And he keeps all of his stuff over there..so anyway's..I go over there and see about 4 bags of trash and think ''hmmm ok well I guess she doesn't need me to help then'' I knock on the door and she yells come in. I didn't really see much of the house but she started talking and said something along the lines of ''hey I was gonna ask you to help but your dad said it was your brothers birthday and so you are probably busy''&amp;nbsp; dad had said we weren't gonna do anything for his birthday till around 4(but then it rained so we are going to celebrate it tomorrow). so I say ''oh no its ok, we aren't going to the beach till around 3 or 4 so I can help for a little while''. The look of relief on her face was kinda funny...I'm thinking&amp;nbsp; 'geez the house wasn't THAT bad!' and she says ''oh that's great ok!&amp;nbsp; well come in and I'll find you something to do how long can you stay?'' me ''um till about 1:30 or 2''. I go into the house and get the full tour. would you like to know what through my mind? 'omg...what's that smell...man its dirty...he LIVES here?...next time I agree to help clean a house I want to SEE the house first!....' all in about&amp;nbsp;5 seconds. So first we cleaned the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; It was...GROSS! I scrubbed the shower and she took the toilet. There was a lot of hair. And a lot of dirt. And we are talking but I'm only half paying attention because mostly I'm thinking ''eeeewwww'' and you know for me to say that..you know it had to be bad, cause I'm a messy person. Ask my mom....I am telling you though, it is WAY easier to find the shirt you are looking for when everything is all over the floor! So anyway's I notice the grout is like a few different not very natural colors. So without thinking I ask ''um...was the tile white or is it supposed to be yellow?'' of course when I said it I realized what I said and thought 'you really need to work on keeping your mouth shut' but anyway she laughed and said ''well it was white when he moved in!'' and so we are still talking and she says ''geez, really can they at least TRY to pee in the toilet, look at that! its everywhere!'' I say ''eew gross!'' and then she had left to go get a broom and I fallowed her&amp;nbsp;into the kitchen (hey&amp;nbsp;I wasn't staying there alone...it would be my luck a roach&amp;nbsp;would come flying at me...again...stop laughing mom)&amp;nbsp;and would you like to know who was in the living room. Yeah the guy that lived there. I had to try really hard to laugh, he had to have been embarrassed.I felt bad for him.&amp;nbsp;But she says ''hey,I had come over here to get something and saw there were ants everywhere so I decided to clean'' and the guy is all ''oh ants?! wow...well yeah thanks! I just came to get my football tickets''&amp;nbsp; she was all ''yeah this is the neighbor'' blah blah blah... then he left and Ruth was all ''omg you don't think he heard us did you?!'' me ''probably not the steam cleaner is really loud anyway'' then she went to go get the broom and I just stayed there giggling to myself.&amp;nbsp; So we finally finish the bathroom (this was around the time I wished I hadn't eaten breakfast) and stated in on&amp;nbsp;another&amp;nbsp;room. then another room. And finally we were on to the living room...I found a dead lizard...see even when they are dead they come for me! But we got halfway done with the living room, and she said ''are you thirsty have you eaten? there are some drinks in the fridge'' me ''ummm...well I am thirsty..but..uh I really don't trust the stuff in his fridge.'' and she cracks up laughing and says to go over to her house and there was some coke, and to bring her one to please cause she doesn't trust it either! So I said sure, and when I came back she was talking to her husband on the phone, he said he was sorry I had to see the place, which caused me to bust out laughing. I was sorry to! So anyway's, she says 'ok I gotta go cause Ryan has to leave at 2' and I hear her go ''WHAT? 2:30? OK I gotta go pay her so she can go home I'll call you back!'' in my head I am thinking ''THANK YOU GOD!''&amp;nbsp; so she pays me and as she is paying me she says ''oh I wanted to ask you! Do you think you could come over everyday and let the dogs out around lunch time? I'll pay you for it!'' me thinking 'more money?! woo hoo! and I love her dogs cool!' I say ''yeah sure!'' her ''REALLY?!&amp;nbsp; thank you! how much do you want me to pay you?'' me ''ummm...'' her ''tell ya what, go home and talk to your parents about it, I don't wanna short change you like that lady did'' (yes she knows about the dollar a day tree lady) me ''ok cool! bye!'' I practically ran home. and I don't run. ever. so I get home, and dad goes ''geez! I was getting worried'' and I laugh and say ''hold on..I need to wash my hands'' I washed my hand but that apparently wasn't enough lol so I took a quick shower and then told my parent the whole long story. They laughed and I told mom to NEVER doubt her house keeping skills because as it is now, our house is PERFECT! Well ok except for my room.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;So now, I get ten dollars a week to let the dogs out and playwith them for a little while. COOL! Although whatever happened to my first job being at a bookstore?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;Um wow....ok so do you think this entry is long enough?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00ff00&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;I have ruled out maid/house keeper as a possible career choice.&lt;/FONT&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2471943046499112135-8074045711092787901?l=ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8074045711092787901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2471943046499112135&amp;postID=8074045711092787901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8074045711092787901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2471943046499112135/posts/default/8074045711092787901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanscontrolledchaos.blogspot.com/2005/10/cries-why-must-everything-be-so.html' title=' '/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491210942415341332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u20_G2634uI/Scb5RU82lyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xm_kA7_HyhY/S220/l_65ef67c311312611b3cf7e1f62709a26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
