<?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-519187815590356634</id><updated>2011-08-22T09:08:35.888-07:00</updated><category term='Smoking'/><category term='Marijuana'/><category term='Alcohol'/><category term='Cigarettes'/><title type='text'>Unbreak Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-8865121939687565545</id><published>2010-06-24T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:46:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another roller coaster. That's what it was. Another roller coaster. They were always scary, but since when did they hurt this much? Emma felt her body being thrown around, but something around her waist was keeping her in place. Emma was afraid to open her eyes. She never opened her eyes on roller coasters. She hated them and heights. She even hated that sensation you get when your falling. This was different. Whatever it was, it hurt and she felt as if she was going in circles, upside down. Emma finally opened her eyes. She could see she was in the back of her parents car. She remembered they had been at Disney World all day, celebrating her parents anniversary, but they left before dinner to beat traffic. They had a few hours drive home. Emma remembered she was sitting in the back of the car, reading with her little traveling light. She remembered getting tired after stopping at a fast food place for dinner. She had been sitting in the middle and lay down to take a nap. She was exhausted from a fun, long day at the amusement park. She remembered having caramel apples and seeing the goofy characters in big costumes, and going into the gift shops. She got a Pocahontas t-shirt and that was the one thing she was most excited about. In her opinion, Pocahontas was the best princess because she was a strong, independent woman and fought her own battles. After reliving the best parts of her day, she had closed her eyes.One moment. In one moment, Emma had thought back on her last day, spent with her parents. In the next moment, Emma's temple hit the window and she thought no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-8865121939687565545?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8865121939687565545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/06/short-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/8865121939687565545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/8865121939687565545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/06/short-story.html' title='Short Story'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-6885999227554086651</id><published>2010-04-27T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:33:28.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S9dYDNYS7FI/AAAAAAAAANc/_x8ghOsTlnk/s1600/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk5uU2NKcE5RM3hHVUhNREhYNlRmWHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464933484991802450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S9dYDNYS7FI/AAAAAAAAANc/_x8ghOsTlnk/s320/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk5uU2NKcE5RM3hHVUhNREhYNlRmWHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is for all you Vampire Diaries lovers. I am totally with you on the whole rivalry between Team Stefan and Team Damon, I'm on Team Damon, but there is also one very special "other" vampire we must acknowledge. Anna-Bell is the very special vampire most people are starting to root for. I am rooting for her, too. Check out my polyvore profile and you can see it's mostly her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1332021"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1332021&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She is my idol. I even made a polyvore group in honor of her. She has such an amazing background. Wanting to be a normal kid but that all changed when she was turned. Then it was just her and her mother. And her mother was taken away from her. She spent nearly 200 years in search of a way to get her mother back. When she finally does, things begin to change. Her mother wants to be the one in control and she just wants to be with Jeremy. But things take a twist when Jeremy finds out what she really is and wants her to change him. Come to find out, he only wanted to change because of that stupid druggie Vicki. Poor Anna. But she jumps right back and her and Jer are kicking it off. In the "3 episodes left" preview you see them getting it on. This is so exciting. Anna is the right one for Jer and they are adorable together. I can't wait to see how it ends up. -TEAM ANNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464933317144101730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S9dX5cGSQ2I/AAAAAAAAANU/S8Oc7gEj2o8/s320/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlFvMDlDNWhHM3hHZjF0X0NfXzRMS0EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" /&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/519187815590356634-6885999227554086651?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6885999227554086651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/team-anna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/6885999227554086651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/6885999227554086651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/team-anna.html' title='Team Anna'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S9dYDNYS7FI/AAAAAAAAANc/_x8ghOsTlnk/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk5uU2NKcE5RM3hHVUhNREhYNlRmWHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-4163474758742868273</id><published>2010-02-25T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:26:50.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S4cxRAtc-2I/AAAAAAAAALs/FePYvURpFP8/s1600-h/46611-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442372843018713954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S4cxRAtc-2I/AAAAAAAAALs/FePYvURpFP8/s200/46611-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Caw!&lt;br /&gt;The young girl opens her eyes. She was lying on her back on the earth’s dirt. She looks up but all she sees is the tops of trees. She stood up and looked around. Huge tree’s was all she saw, in every direction. It was around twilight and it was a chilly night. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a lacy, black spaghetti strap dress that fell past her knees down to her feet. She had black, fingerless, lacy gloves and was wearing boots. Her long black hair was dirty from lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;She was confused. Where was she and how had she gotten there? She tried to think back to the last thing she remembered before waking up but she didn’t remember anything. She didn’t even know her name. She was alone in the middle of a mysterious forest and had no way of knowing how to get out. She didn’t even know where to go even if she did find her way out.&lt;br /&gt;Caw!&lt;br /&gt;The girl jumped. In all the confusion she had forgotten what had woken her in the first place. She looked around, trying to find the raven making the noise. She didn’t see it anywhere, not even in the trees. This frightened her. She was in an unknown forest, alone, and she hadn’t even thought about the creatures that could be lurking the trees shadows.&lt;br /&gt;She spotted an opening in the midst of the trees and walked toward it. She noticed an odd-looking path. It was odd because it seemed to be barely noticeable and hard to follow because it weaved in and out of the trees. She was praying that the path would lead her out when-&lt;br /&gt;Caw!&lt;br /&gt;The girl jumped again and looked in the direction she heard the raven. She still couldn’t spot it anywhere. She was beginning to feel anxious. She wanted to get out of there. As she is walking along the path, she can hear water flowing in a river. She follows the sound and comes to the river. The river was a nice, clear blue. Not the kind that you normally find that’s all muddy and filled with weeds. This was the water you expect to find on an island resort. She goes to the water, crouches down, and puts her hands in the water and cups it to her mouth. It was cold like the air and tasted wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Caw!&lt;br /&gt;Startled, the girls hands fall to her sides as she stands back up. The girl turned - yet again - in the direction of the raven and – yet again – finds it nowhere to be seen. This was getting ridiculous. She was creeped out, but yet irritated at the same time. Leaving the unusually clean water she turns back to the path.&lt;br /&gt;Back on the path, the girl shivers from the cold air. It was starting to get darker now. She was worried she would never find her way out. Looking ahead, she sees an old wooden fence. The gate is hanging from its hinges. Some of the small wooden boards were broken and it was faded and in some areas mold was beginning to grow. The girl carefully pushes the gate open and steps ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Not so far ahead the girl spots what looks like an old beat-up, two-story house. She runs ahead hoping that inside she will find help. On closer inspection she notices it’s no house at all, but a shack. Once she was up to the house, she doesn’t bother knocking. She slowly pushes the door open and steps inside. The first thing she notices is that the place had been abandoned long ago. The furniture was covered with sheets and everything was dusty. She wanders the shack in search of a phone. She goes upstairs and looks in the master bedroom. Inside the room was a nice king-sized bed. All the furniture in the room was covered. The wooden floor creaked as she walked to the dresser. It had a mirror she could tell because the sheets went up above the dresser. She grabs the dusty sheet and pulls.&lt;br /&gt;Caw!&lt;br /&gt;At the exact moment the sheet went down over the mirror she saw the raven, but as soon as she gasped and turned around it was gone. It was nowhere in sight. At this point she was frightened. She was loosing it. She was cold, scared, lost, and the sun would be down at any moment. She turns and runs to the closet and grabs an old frilly jacket. She puts it on and rushes out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Back on that godforsaken path, the girl is beginning to panic. She is rushing along the path and from somewhere she could hear the raven cawing, as if it was mocking her. Tired, upset, and on the verge of hysteria she gives up. She runs to a nearby tree and slumps herself against it. She began to cry. She was so upset, she could hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Caw!&lt;br /&gt;The girl gasps and looks up to see the raven sitting right in front of her, staring into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&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/519187815590356634-4163474758742868273?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4163474758742868273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/forest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/4163474758742868273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/4163474758742868273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/forest.html' title='Forest'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S4cxRAtc-2I/AAAAAAAAALs/FePYvURpFP8/s72-c/46611-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-2351033529571674607</id><published>2010-01-22T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:00:27.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Potter Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I recently watched the musical &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Very Potter Musical&lt;/span&gt;. I was laughing the entire time. Totally awesome. Loved it. The thing that got me was the character who played Draco Malfoy. It was a girl. Which made it all the more funny. Her name is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lauren Lopez&lt;/span&gt;. And she is great. She made the character all the more funny. She has only been in this musical along with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little White Lie&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't watched that yet but I will when I get around to it. She is also going to be starring in an upcoming film, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Passenger Seat&lt;/span&gt; and has also been in The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spiral Project&lt;/span&gt;. I just thought I would mention her because I thought she was amazing and made the musical even better. Here is a video of some of her scenes from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Very Potter Musical&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pfm9rrCAdIg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pfm9rrCAdIg&lt;/a&gt; (I do not own) Hope you enjoy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429718320706344242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1o8C3gh1TI/AAAAAAAAALc/IYL1OHh5VV8/s200/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFndKX3dqUjNYM2hHNXdLaFBJa29JVUEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-2351033529571674607?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2351033529571674607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-potter-musical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2351033529571674607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2351033529571674607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-potter-musical.html' title='A Very Potter Musical'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1o8C3gh1TI/AAAAAAAAALc/IYL1OHh5VV8/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFndKX3dqUjNYM2hHNXdLaFBJa29JVUEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-3995002035473339492</id><published>2010-01-20T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:55:12.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Movie Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I have been watching a lot of new movies online lately and I wanna give &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;reviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429015168214435490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e8iAWhBqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qsDIdqE3gqU/s200/the-lovely-bones-movie-revi_211209104131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Lovely Bones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A mixture of things. Sad, creepy, and fucked up, major. I have to say it was really good, though. The stalker guy in it did a great job of scaring the begeebies outta me. Total freak. The main girl in the movie that is murdered I have to say did an excellent job. She was great. Even though she's dead the entire movie, she is still in it a lot. And she was awesome. Great acting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429016170322830546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e9cVfxpNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-gZswfkIcP0/s200/Leap-Year-Amy-Adams-and-Matthew-Goode-7-12-09-kc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Leap Year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Really cute movie. I love Amy Adams and she was great. The movie was altogether good but not the best romantic comedy. They Ugly Truth is better (then again I might be biased from my love of Katherine Heigl and Gerard Butler but shhh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429016680740142210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e96C8vvII/AAAAAAAAAKE/vFLlt2p9Fxo/s200/its_complicated_merylstreep_alecbaldwin1-500x261.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's Complicated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One of my favorite actress' Meryl Streep. Awesome comedy. Totally funny especially on some parts. Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin are old favorites to all of us. I especially like Baldwins voice. They both still got it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429017054785637042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e-P0YJCrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6SDubMbHtDs/s200/avatar-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Avatar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I saw this one in the theater in 3d and it was excellent. Great visual effects and special effects. I even cried from it. The story line was a little too original, though. Anyone remember Pocahontas? Guy from a different culture (or in this case species) comes and ends up fighting for the opposing side from falling in love with the leaders daughter (how ironic). Something else I didn't like about the movie was they made the Marines look like the bad guys. Other than that it was pretty good. Plus, the main guy was hot. Who is this guy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429020648797369122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1fBhBHT8yI/AAAAAAAAALM/AZwcYHbSgFo/s200/00026165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Blind Side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This movie was just completely adorable. I didn't cry but it was still really good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429017800456389106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e-7ON5wfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7rdB9B3HNkk/s200/3342748960_02ed8e8658.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;New Moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess I might as well throw this in. Well, I am a Twilight fan but I still love to make fun of it. I only really liked the books and I didn't even really like the first book, Twilight. But my favorite book is New Moon. Not sure why but I think it has to do with the fact Jacob is in it a lot and I love him. :) The movie was ok. Hell of a lot better than Twilight. I blame Catherine Hardwicke for messing Twilight up. I hate that movie. She did good on Thirteen but not Twilight. Very disappointing. But New Moon overall was pretty good. I love Dakota Fanning in it, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429018084549085442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e_Lwi4SQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t2MAaXSj-I0/s200/law_abiding_citizen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Law Abiding Citizen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well this isn't really new but it's new to me because I just watched it. I have to say 'bravo'. For one thing, Gerard Butler was amazing (as per usual) but I loved it altogether. The whole point Butler's character was trying to make was pretty true and I agree with him. I don't think he should have killed so many people, though. Just the two that killed his family. I agree with that shit completely. I cried just from watching it happen one minute into the movie. Loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429018488490504546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e_jRWBMWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/c0qvtFF6yLQ/s200/Paranormal-Activity-movie-theaters-8889356-400-346.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Paranormal Activity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ha. I saw this one in theaters when it came out. I loved it. It made me laugh and jump. The whole theater was screaming at the end. It was awesome. Totally amusing and entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429018793114194146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e_1AJ90OI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gxy3PhrVLCM/s200/9_movie_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;-- (Lol) So I bought this movie, even though I had never seen it before. But it looked awesome so I figured 'Why not?'. Ha. Bad decision. Shoulda bought Paranormal Activity, at least I knew that was entertaining. 9 sucked. It wasn't that it was so bad but it just had no point to it. At all. The plot was just dumb because the outcome wouldn't change. I mean yeah it was cool looking and stuff with cool animation but it was just stupid. When it was over I was just like...ok? That's it? Wtf. Nothing happened. I was so disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429019601599436034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1fAkD_3lQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ekue8C1HMF0/s200/ugly-truth_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; When I first saw this movie in the theather, I loved it. I was really confused as to why the hell it got such bad reviews. Maybe it's cuz imma girl and it's a romantic comedy but I thought it was great. I love the main characters and I just loved it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, that's all for now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-3995002035473339492?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3995002035473339492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-movie-reviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/3995002035473339492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/3995002035473339492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-movie-reviews.html' title='My Movie Reviews'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/S1e8iAWhBqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qsDIdqE3gqU/s72-c/the-lovely-bones-movie-revi_211209104131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-2559959086592424041</id><published>2009-10-07T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:00:59.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophmore Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;This year was supossed to be better.  No more drama?  Yeah, apparently when you move a grade up, the drama goes up right with you.  I'm sick of it.  These people are killin me.  Things were supossed to be better this year but they seemed to have gotten worse.  As much as I don't wanna be in it, I am.  Some things I guess I bring on myself but I can't help it.  I'm bipolar and I make mistakes just like the next girl.  but now these past couple of weeks have just been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I just wanna stop it all.  I am just gonna avoid things from now on.  I think everything works better if you just stay quiet.  But thats just not how I was raised.  I was raised to open my mouth and talk so the quiet type is just not who I am, especially with my friends.  But now I am just gonna try harder.  This stuff is giving me physical pain and I'm sick of it.  So now, here's to trying harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-2559959086592424041?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2559959086592424041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/sophmore-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2559959086592424041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2559959086592424041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/sophmore-year.html' title='Sophmore Year'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-7021228562214805462</id><published>2009-09-28T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:00:35.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I recently watched this movie. It's called Boot Camp and it has Mila Kunis in it. This movie was just amazing. I was blown away. It had everything in it. It had so much inspirational speaches and ugh it was just awesome. It is definatly going on my top list. It's about "A group of at-risk teens are sent to a what they think is a rehabilitation program on Fiji, but is really a prison-like camp where kids are abused and brainwashed." It's a thriller and you should just watch it!  Totally amazing song from the movie..."Future Foe Scenarios" by Silversun Pickups.  I'm obsessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386687222108766242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SsFbfRXtwCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8OffXXUryC4/s320/boot-camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-7021228562214805462?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7021228562214805462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/boot-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/7021228562214805462'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-360097943549780393</id><published>2009-08-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:27:30.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellar Door - Escape The Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpmOVEE3Z6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bPHtu6Z4mxU/s1600-h/2825520828_d916b184b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375484122765944738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpmOVEE3Z6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bPHtu6Z4mxU/s200/2825520828_d916b184b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We walk through the doorway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heard you calling from the hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find you in the bedroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not breathing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I drag your body &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the cellar where we lay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wax, it melts away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kiss your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we are starting to love you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your body's a canvas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I paint it on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you wait, like the drug, like the change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the pain, it goes on for so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh, now it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could take you somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd take you to the darkest place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scatter you in art forms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wired hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty in different ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands on picture frames&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes on the glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your has a mask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now they are staring to love you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gallery of your beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll charge at the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you wait, like the drug, like the change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the pain it goes on for so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh, now it hurts in the worst way now that your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And down below&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your veins run dry, your vacant eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your face is pale, your body's cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And down below, your veins run dry, your vacant eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your face is pale, your body's cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Your face is pale, your body's cold)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait, like the drug, like the change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the pain it goes on for so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh, now it hurts in the worst way now that your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so wrong...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/519187815590356634-360097943549780393?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/360097943549780393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/cellar-door-escape-fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/360097943549780393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/360097943549780393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/cellar-door-escape-fate.html' title='Cellar Door - Escape The Fate'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpmOVEE3Z6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bPHtu6Z4mxU/s72-c/2825520828_d916b184b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-1173604149801096695</id><published>2009-08-28T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:56:46.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been reading on mylifeisg.com and all the posts are incredible.  I have been on for over and hour reading and crying.  They are all great posts and full of sadness or happiness.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone posted the following....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Today, a man was being mugged. He was about to get shot. I jumped in front and took the bullet. I'm released from the hospital the man paid all my medical bills. He had two daughters. MyLifeIsG, his is more than G." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is defiantly amazing.  I cried when I read this, too because how many people  do you know that would do something like this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These stories on this site are inspiring and make me want to be better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad I discovered the site.  Knowing people go through such things make me feel immature for stressing over trivial things.  We are all here to live our lives so make the best of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-1173604149801096695?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1173604149801096695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/1173604149801096695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/1173604149801096695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-hero.html' title='This is a hero'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-8193153471049599762</id><published>2009-08-25T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:29:09.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpQ7dtWJoLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kvCZ2D5IJDg/s1600-h/2824682531_96dbeeecc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985636934590642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpQ7dtWJoLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kvCZ2D5IJDg/s200/2824682531_96dbeeecc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Today was the first day of school. Our school is the total bottom of the food chain. We are B-R-O-K-E. Our school has shit. I fugging hate it there. I mean, last year we got a new principal and with her came new stupid rules. Actual dress codes. It's not like anyone dressed like a hoochy anyway but she makes it to wear we girls can't even wear skirts that are shorter than the above of our knee. Now this year she makes things worse. Now we can't have our iPods AT ALL and MORE NEW DRESS CODES. What the fug is she trying to do. It's bad enough our school sucks ass and we're broke but now we can't have our iPods and a new dress code. Soon we are all gonna end up in uniforms. I hate this town. I hate this school. I so want to move. I actually might do just that.&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/519187815590356634-8193153471049599762?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8193153471049599762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/8193153471049599762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/8193153471049599762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpQ7dtWJoLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kvCZ2D5IJDg/s72-c/2824682531_96dbeeecc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-3168085367976044458</id><published>2009-08-22T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:22:19.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No one is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The world is an imperfect place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing is what it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No one is what they seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everyone has secrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even the people closest to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No one is what they seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-3168085367976044458?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3168085367976044458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-is-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/3168085367976044458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/3168085367976044458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-one-is-perfect.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-7853775641337851266</id><published>2009-08-22T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:58:03.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;       So I just wanted to say that I'm getting RED highlights the day before school starts an&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpCzft2iUpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ygql-dpTFM4/s1600-h/2824679765_8dbdee045e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372991712918655634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpCzft2iUpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ygql-dpTFM4/s200/2824679765_8dbdee045e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d I'm excited major. I can't wait! I have strawberry-blond hair and in &lt;em&gt;The Summoning &lt;/em&gt;the main girl does, too. And in it she says that someone told her that red highlights in strawberry-blond hair goes good and I was planning on doing red, just wasn't sure. But I so don't care. I really want them and red is my favorite color. This new school year is gonna be different. I'm gonna have a whole new look. I'm even painting my room red and I am totally excited about that, too. This school year, I plan to just self actualize and I will not care what people think of me and I will just be my sarcastic self. No more silly high school drama. I want to focus on my studies and try to do my best and not let people get in my way. I will help my friends with anything they need and ignore the people who have hurt me in the past. I'll do what I want and do my best. And I especially look forward to reading a lot, instead of sitting in the "cave" (as my step-dad likes to call it) watching T.V. and doing things online. I will try to be better this school year. A better student, friend, daughter, and sister. Here's to the new school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-7853775641337851266?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7853775641337851266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-school-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/7853775641337851266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/7853775641337851266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SpCzft2iUpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ygql-dpTFM4/s72-c/2824679765_8dbdee045e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-5914525102587632296</id><published>2009-08-13T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:26:53.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Heals Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;You know that saying "Time Heals Everything"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Well, it's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Some things just aren't able to be healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;This saying  *may* be true for some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;But most of those things are just because you forget them &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Most things can't be healed, even when they happened years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;What happens over time isn't healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;It's either forgotten or just learned to live with and live around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Nothing can be fully healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-5914525102587632296?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5914525102587632296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-heals-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/5914525102587632296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/5914525102587632296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-heals-everything.html' title='Time Heals Everything'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-407736805560389857</id><published>2009-08-11T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:40:23.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeanine Mason - So You Think You Can Dance Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SoIdPOlbToI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7eBzFyghqx8/s1600-h/3728789652_3e4d18c214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368885853229371010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SoIdPOlbToI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7eBzFyghqx8/s320/3728789652_3e4d18c214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I normally don't watch "So You Think You Can Dance" but while I was in Cali, since my aunt only has basic cable, we ended up watching an episode. It was the episode where Ellen guest-judged. I love Ellen so we thought we'd watch it. Boy, am I glad. Turns out that was a memorable episode. The tribute to breast cancer dance preformed by Melissa Sandvig and Ade Obayomi was aired on that episode. The dance had everybody in the house crying. It was an emotional dance and was done really well. Jeanine Mason and Brandon Bryant preformed an aggresive dance to the song "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks and I loved it. It was totally amazing and VERY well done. I was so happy to hear that Jeanine won! I only watched one episode and I loved her dancing. Absolutely amazing and I still watch the video from time to time. You can watch it at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V33dw5IfVP4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V33dw5IfVP4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. I also watched other videos of her dancing and she is just such a great dancer. I am very happy for her.&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/519187815590356634-407736805560389857?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/407736805560389857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeanine-mason-so-you-think-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/407736805560389857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/407736805560389857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeanine-mason-so-you-think-you-can.html' title='Jeanine Mason - So You Think You Can Dance Winner'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/SoIdPOlbToI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7eBzFyghqx8/s72-c/3728789652_3e4d18c214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-2045860295895161267</id><published>2009-08-10T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:52:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We Read To Know We Are Not Alone" - C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;I love to read. Simple as that but I'm not the type of person who can pick up any book and read it and enjoy. It has to be fantasy/fiction because that's about all I like. My favorite series now are The Vampire Diaries and The House of Night Novels in that order. I love reading books like that but I hate reading boring books. Aka "educational" books. I love fantasy fiction because reading is *My* muse. Just like when people get angry or upset they drink, listen to music, dance, etc. Its my thing that makes me forget everything and get sucked into my own place. Because the books I read make me forget this world, escape, and think for just that long that we live in a fantasy world where everything is magical and believing in magic and something more. You can tell just by watching me read how much I love it. I laugh a lot and even cry a lot because I get so into it. Its the one thing that makes me escape this world. These books inspire me. People may think I have a great life and get everything I want and I'm just bitching but I've been through stuff, too. I know its not the same as others but that's just it. *I* have a semi-normal life but that doesn't mean that I'm unaware of the things other people go through.  Things that terrible people do. I love to read. It helps me cope. "We read to know we are not alone" has a lot of meanings to me and it has to be one of my favorite quotes because I can relate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&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/519187815590356634-2045860295895161267?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2045860295895161267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-read-to-know-we-are-not-alone-cs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2045860295895161267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2045860295895161267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-read-to-know-we-are-not-alone-cs.html' title='&quot;We Read To Know We Are Not Alone&quot; - C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-3887745212568298920</id><published>2009-08-08T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:01:14.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Role Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;         So my role model has to be my Uncle Rudy.  I just realized it today.  I never really had a role model.  I always used to say it was my parents cuz thats what most ppl say.  Well I realized its not them.  Don't get me wrong I love them and all but they aren't like my uncle.  I actually look up to him most of all.  He just inspires me.  I don't know what it is but when he talks to me, it always gets through and I hear him.  It might have something to with the fact that when he talks to me he doesn't tell me what to do and doesn't get mad.  He just talks and I listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;          Everything he says I like.  He was the one who talked to me about my dad.  After that I forgave my dad bc he's been through a lot of shit that I never even thought about.  And Rudy did that without even trying.  I really appreciate my uncle and his style.  He is independant and does what he wants when he wants.  And I look up to that.  He has his morals and I agree with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;          People blame the way they turn out on their parents.  That's just fucking retarded.  You may grow up with a dad that took off or an abusive parent, but what you choose to do about it is your problem.  Don't blame it on the parents.  Dad takes off?  Ok, happens all the time.  But its what you choose to do after is what matters.  You can choose to sulk and blame all your misfortunes on them or you can choose to do what they didn't do.  And choose not to be like them.  It's up to you and that really kills me when someone blames shit on having a crappy childhood.  Everything *you* do is *your* choice.  That's just a lil sample of something we talked about but I elaborated a lot on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-3887745212568298920?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3887745212568298920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-role-model.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/3887745212568298920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/3887745212568298920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-role-model.html' title='My Role Model'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-7488329370242608920</id><published>2009-06-18T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:54:51.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/Sjs1FVQ-9pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/INla-tBiLjQ/s1600-h/59521751_CRW_1886_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348927348156593810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/Sjs1FVQ-9pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/INla-tBiLjQ/s200/59521751_CRW_1886_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes memories eat people alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You had someone and they were taken away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;There are so many ways memories can give you the worst unbearable pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memories with the one you loved....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until the worst happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;They move, die, leave you, &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;to leave you, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to leave you, are just taken away from you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cry yourself to sleep thinking of them and how you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; they were with you, wondering why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Why did they have to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Why were they taken away from you?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/Sjs1Fsrw92I/AAAAAAAAACY/8jWqqiqSY6w/s1600-h/DP_swing_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348927354442938210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/Sjs1Fsrw92I/AAAAAAAAACY/8jWqqiqSY6w/s200/DP_swing_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You want to hide your pain from the people you love not wanting them to know just how much your hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;How the pain just seems to keep getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You wish you could just go back to the times where everything you did was so care free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You want to go back and &lt;strong&gt;stay &lt;/strong&gt;in the past....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Not wanting to be here now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wanting nothing more than to be with them again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"All of my memories keep you near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;In silent moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Imagine you being here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;All of my memories keep you near....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In silent whispers, silent tears&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Painful&lt;/strong&gt; but true lyrics in &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;emories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Within Temptation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/519187815590356634-7488329370242608920?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7488329370242608920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/7488329370242608920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/7488329370242608920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/Sjs1FVQ-9pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/INla-tBiLjQ/s72-c/59521751_CRW_1886_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519187815590356634.post-2165428902271940544</id><published>2009-06-17T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:37:25.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marijuana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoking'/><title type='text'>Alcohol vs. Cigarettes vs. Marijuana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have something to say about marijuana being illegal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In my opinion it should be legal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cigarettes are legal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They damage your lungs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They are clearly worse than marijuana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What does marijuana do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Honestly, give you a feeling that just feels...good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your worries drop and whatnot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And yes it does effect your judgement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its better than smoking cigarettes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its better than alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alcohol gets you drunk off your ass and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*one*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;beer can damage your judgement bad enough to get in a car accident&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It messes you up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its bad for your liver and many other things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But yet that is legal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sure you can't drink and drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But why can't they make that the law with marijuana?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It messes up your judgement too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No drinking and driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No *smoking* and driving is what it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; legal to those who are 21+ as long as your not driving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Smoking is only&lt;em&gt; legal to &lt;/em&gt;be &lt;em&gt;sold&lt;/em&gt; to 18+.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Does that mean you can't smoke it if your 13?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marijuana has a better effect on people than cigarettes and alcohol but its illegal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519187815590356634-2165428902271940544?l=silverspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2165428902271940544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/alcohol-vs-cigarettes-vs-marijuana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2165428902271940544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519187815590356634/posts/default/2165428902271940544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/alcohol-vs-cigarettes-vs-marijuana.html' title='Alcohol vs. Cigarettes vs. Marijuana'/><author><name>Silver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973135970855822200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WF8NjJEmLuc/TBxXA4nXWOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/D_fn-_NnMe8/S220/30187_110072515704960_100001066357750_70826_3684838_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
