<?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-2952041287079944615</id><updated>2012-01-19T22:33:52.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sammies hood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-8311507739888670889</id><published>2011-06-08T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T00:48:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoot Scoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Phil took me on a scooter ride the other day to DQ and then bought me an ice cream cone &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-8311507739888670889?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/8311507739888670889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=8311507739888670889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8311507739888670889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8311507739888670889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2011/06/scoot-scoot.html' title='Scoot Scoot'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-1948550845266165762</id><published>2011-05-30T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:49:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Life</title><content type='html'>Be upset, eat and and repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-1948550845266165762?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/1948550845266165762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=1948550845266165762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1948550845266165762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1948550845266165762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2011/05/current-life.html' title='Current Life'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-5591255562618670261</id><published>2011-05-27T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:36:39.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noms + Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 0; overflow: hidden; margin: 0; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764613908/in/photostream/" title="Pacman" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/5764613908_b454eec1e6_s.jpg" alt="Pacman" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764607214/in/photostream/" title="Fresh" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5021/5764607214_3be586e2fe_s.jpg" alt="Fresh" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764596416/in/photostream/" title="Mirror, mirror" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/5764596416_25275a9949_s.jpg" alt="Mirror, mirror" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764596316/in/photostream/" title="Rings" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5067/5764596316_65a1a8abca_s.jpg" alt="Rings" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764047341/in/photostream/" title="Keychains" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/5764047341_1c8786c9fe_s.jpg" alt="Keychains" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764019459/in/photostream/" title="Bella Gelateria " style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/5764019459_9e3bcd6f56_s.jpg" alt="Bella Gelateria " style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567652/in/photostream/" title="Mrs. Fields" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2015/5764567652_918566a7f9_s.jpg" alt="Mrs. Fields" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567538/in/photostream/" title="Cup in a Cup" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/5764567538_eeee85aab9_s.jpg" alt="Cup in a Cup" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567432/in/photostream/" title="Summer Drinks" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/5764567432_3c2bbe932f_s.jpg" alt="Summer Drinks" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764019015/in/photostream/" title="Red Bean Fish" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5189/5764019015_e0d7b54cf6_s.jpg" alt="Red Bean Fish" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567226/in/photostream/" title="Healthy?" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5764567226_8055ec85d5_s.jpg" alt="Healthy?" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764018815/in/photostream/" title="Toro" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/5764018815_8bbd64c55d_s.jpg" alt="Toro" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567026/in/photostream/" title="Syrup" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5764567026_0db4b61528_s.jpg" alt="Syrup" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764567000/in/photostream/" title="Cupcake" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/5764567000_2c2455e143_s.jpg" alt="Cupcake" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764566936/in/photostream/" title="Humphry Slocombe" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/5764566936_af639e5d83_s.jpg" alt="Humphry Slocombe" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764566584/in/photostream/" title="Salty Sweetness" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2616/5764566584_8c5f975190_s.jpg" alt="Salty Sweetness" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764017883/in/photostream/" title="Bitching Beer" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5028/5764017883_a664b4f5df_s.jpg" alt="Bitching Beer" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764565974/in/photostream/" title="Multi-purose" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/5764565974_a17fdffd63_s.jpg" alt="Multi-purose" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764017249/in/photostream/" title="Food Coma" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2035/5764017249_62232f1f76_s.jpg" alt="Food Coma" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764016929/in/photostream/" title="High Class Sweets" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/5764016929_5af085fe5a_s.jpg" alt="High Class Sweets" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764564932/in/photostream/" title="Jam Out" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5764564932_3637ca44ef_s.jpg" alt="Jam Out" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764016071/in/photostream/" title="Cooking" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/5764016071_e57e939b75_s.jpg" alt="Cooking" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764564352/in/photostream/" title="Fishies!" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/5764564352_d6179df3e1_s.jpg" alt="Fishies!" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/5764564214/in/photostream/" title="Oh, Jellybean" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/5764564214_1484c9d700_s.jpg" alt="Oh, Jellybean" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammietan3/"&gt;sammietan3's photostream&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is some food I've eaten and things that I like. I know, very interesting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-5591255562618670261?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/5591255562618670261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=5591255562618670261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5591255562618670261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5591255562618670261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2011/05/noms.html' title='Noms + Stuff'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2433/5764613908_b454eec1e6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7538010927548533841</id><published>2011-03-21T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:15:45.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boring life of one who can't cook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today I ate this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDI54EYAm1k/TYfbl_vrNFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m7zCI1S0sps/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586675308589429842" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;while I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVdlVFZNmoU/TYfbfppPhVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OyE8pz8kbjE/s320/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586675199577654610" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;while doing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJqPu5TAz2E/TYfbtfzCDlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZlYFt_i13Dc/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586675437452529234" /&gt;.&lt;/span&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/2952041287079944615-7538010927548533841?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/7538010927548533841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=7538010927548533841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7538010927548533841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7538010927548533841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2011/03/boring-life-of-one-who-cant-cook.html' title='The boring life of one who can&apos;t cook.'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDI54EYAm1k/TYfbl_vrNFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m7zCI1S0sps/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-1259743522361302089</id><published>2011-03-15T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:07:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV!</title><content type='html'>I watch so many tv shows but I feel like there's nothing to watch on Tv, how strange is that? Here is what I currently think of the tv shows that I watch!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I Met Your Mother - I was starting to think that this season was getting better (in terms of the entire series) but now that it's been renewed for 4 more years or w/e?! I think they've done that because Two and A Half Men is down the drain now. I read an interview with the writers and they sounded boarder line douchey. They basically said that they don't know what they're doing with some story lines (like the goat in the washroom) and they already know who Ted's going to meet the mom. It's like they're just dicking us around but I've seen all the episodes so I have to keep watching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Little Liars - I've only seen a few episodes and so far I'm getting a Gossip Girl feel (sorry to those who watch Gossip Girl). All the episodes seem to be based on suspense that goes no where at the end of each episode. I must say though, I like watching the pretty clothes and still want to know what happens. Part of me keeps saying that I have to watch all the old episodes to catch up on the empty plot line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glee - I actually stopped watching for a while after becoming obsessed with this show (I may or may not have an obsessive behaviour). They plot started to not be strong enough to support the singing. I started re watching again because they started singing some songs I know plus I love Holly! I found out that they're doing original songs and I was worried because I watch to hear songs I know (I love knowing stuff!). I watched it today and it wasn't that bad. PS Kurt and Blain = so adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modern Family - I love this show! It's one of those shows where I don't have a favourite cause it's impossible. I love how the characters Cam and Mitchell kissed but the show didn't make the episode revolve around it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cougar Town - Courtney Cox's bo tox face took me a while to get used to but it's actually really funny. I don't think I know any one else who watches this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vampire Diaries - APRIL 7Th!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bones - This show is hard to watch because it's on the same time as Vampire Diaries. Vampire Diaries is also on an hour before but I'm usually not home yet. For those who do watch Bones, when the hell are Bones and Booth getting together? It needs to happen soon. It's not as frustrating as How I Met Your Mother, not even close. John Francis Daily is in it as well! He played Sam in Freaks and Geeks; he was so adorables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Bang Theory - Funny! At first I was scared that the nerds would be too annoying to watch (I can watch them in my real life). Jess made a comment that the girl (Penny) isn't even that hot and she needs to be cause it's a 1:4 ratio. She started watching it when I watched it and the other night she watched a whole season on my laptop. Phil said he doesn't want to watch it cause he's afraid it will remind him of his real life. I told him that at least he's the cool one with a girlfriend haha then it turned into me talking about myself. Love all the bazingas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simpsons - Will always watch. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Notice how I'm naming the shows in order that they air during the week? haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misfits - I may be crazy but I think I saw a commercial on tv one day for this show. I downloaded all of the episodes cause it's on E4, a UK channel I believe. Watching it makes me want to try watching Skins again (watched a few episodes at Sams before). I think peoples first reaction is that it sucks cause the characters gain super powers and it reminds them of Heroes, which went super down hill. But I swear it's better than that! I also love accents so... it's good hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boardwalk Empire - Great acting and long episodes. I don't know when there will be new episodes. I wonder how much of it is true cause it's based on a real person and era in history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Blood - Needs to start again now so I can watch Alexander Skarsgard!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking Bad - When will it be back? I actually forgot what was going on in the last episode that was new. I see reruns sometimes but you really need to be in the right mood to watch it. It's quite serious but has some little laughs in between. The acting is really superb and it makes a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking Dead - I'd say good but not great. Still a little undecided. At first I thought it was good but then I started thinking and wondering how much can it get? They just keep running from zombies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now! = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-1259743522361302089?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/1259743522361302089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=1259743522361302089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1259743522361302089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1259743522361302089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2011/03/tv.html' title='TV!'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-4972017051417031529</id><published>2011-02-27T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:17:56.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2maiw6AM3lE/TWtDSDLLXZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5yO6mcJ1wsM/s400/IMG_2334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578626540797386130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hLJ9dNfeJY/TWtFmBgDrQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bPlcJ6kibo0/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hLJ9dNfeJY/TWtFmBgDrQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bPlcJ6kibo0/s400/IMG_2322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578629082968730882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I haven't posted in forever so I'm going to take my recent trip as an opportunity to blog it out. We only took two pictures together and this is one of them. I find it hard to take lots of pictures together when there are only two people, plus it was rainy/windy outside. Anyway, I like this one = ) We were at Grand Cafe (part of an other hotel) for brunch and it was very delicious. The host and waitress were both very nice (like pretty much everyone there!) and chatty, which we like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather did not mix well with me. It rained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so much that the inside of my pocket o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ka5rLUZzIg/TWtH4WBjdEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/h0QkwwrHGZE/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578631596738835522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKXajRQYgzo/TWtIbIyG_EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/B53KD1xwFC8/s400/IMG_2471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578632194479815746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;f my MEC rain coat was wet. There was complaining and there were slight fits.. all given by me ahah Thank goodness I'm lucky and have Phil! Quite some time was spent in the hotel room so I'm glad the room was pretty nice. Plus I brought my own pillow case so my poor skinned scalp wasn't that bad. The TV had free HBO, I watched part of Where The Wild Things Are. Also, the NBA All Star weekend and saw some dunks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Fisherman's Wharf and it was pretty fun despite the rain. I was excited to see the sea lions at Pier 39 but there was only one hah We went to the arcade and it was more fun than I thought it would be. I only played ski ball but I got 6 whole tokens! When Phil played he got 0 tokens (I think it was broken haha). These crazy teenage boys got almost 400 tokens. I wonder how long they spent playing games. I also wonder the dollar value ratio of tokens to play games to prizes. Phil got us matching skull rings that symbolize our friendship. Notice that it doesn't actually fit on his finger haha but does on my tiny tiny finger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun finally came out the last day when we were leaving so we went to the Mission district. We first went to Dynamo to get doughnuts! Phil got a Guinness one and I got a Maple Glazed Apple Bacon one. It was extremely good with apple bits inside. Then I wanted to go to Humphry Slocombe but it didn't occur to me that people don't really eat gelato at 10.15a in the morning. So we went to eat Mexican food at a place that I can't remember the name of. Phil had a burrito and I had a large large portion of chicken enchilada that I could not finish. Yums for affordable dollars. Finally got my gelato, this is Blue Bottle Vietnamese Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Sorry I haven't done this in so long, I don't know what I've done with the formatting of text and pictures together =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2952041287079944615-4972017051417031529?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/4972017051417031529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=4972017051417031529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4972017051417031529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4972017051417031529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2011/02/san-fran.html' title='San Fran'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2maiw6AM3lE/TWtDSDLLXZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5yO6mcJ1wsM/s72-c/IMG_2334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7667378469322738232</id><published>2010-08-22T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:49:55.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really should start updating regularly but what to write about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-7667378469322738232?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/7667378469322738232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=7667378469322738232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7667378469322738232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7667378469322738232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update?'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-6786308077767952004</id><published>2010-07-02T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T03:58:34.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This has been a terrible week and it's lingering. My heart isn't a happy place anymore. Everything just .. sucks, I don't know what other word to use. My nose hurts from blowing it and my eyes hurt from crying. I'm having trouble fall asleep cause I can't stop thinking. People have got me wondering if I'm a good friend, if I'm a good person, if I'm an ugly person. The weird thing is that I still care, despite feelings towards me, I would still be there. I'm not sure how long this feeling is going to last anymore though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm very thankful for those in my life and by my side. He is so good to me and things are just better when he's around. &lt;/span&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/2952041287079944615-6786308077767952004?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/6786308077767952004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=6786308077767952004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6786308077767952004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6786308077767952004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/07/sucks.html' title='Sucks'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-738905776670157222</id><published>2010-06-16T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:32:10.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing is forever, no matter how much you feel it in your gut and have faith. Every era comes to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-738905776670157222?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/738905776670157222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=738905776670157222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/738905776670157222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/738905776670157222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/06/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-1135723031239557118</id><published>2010-04-26T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:57:53.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some times I feel like a bad person. I fear that I take my in your face attitude too far at times. Some times I feel like a useless employee. I fear that I'm going backwards while being stuck in a simple routine. Some times I feel like a dumb student. I fear that I'm not at par to where I need to be. Some times I do not feel like a loving or grateful person. I fear that I have gotten used to and therefore accepted the fact that I am not capable of expressing my emotions. Some times I do not feel good enough. I fear that you'll realize I'm not as amazing as you think I am. Some times I do not feel like I'm moving. I fear that I will not move forward in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-1135723031239557118?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/1135723031239557118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=1135723031239557118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1135723031239557118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1135723031239557118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-fear.html' title='Sometimes I Fear'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-6472084103811296317</id><published>2010-04-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:52:56.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool as cucumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes things bother me but I don't tell you because I want to play it cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-6472084103811296317?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/6472084103811296317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=6472084103811296317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6472084103811296317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6472084103811296317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-as-cucumber.html' title='cool as cucumber'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-1318573526845776122</id><published>2010-03-12T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:32:31.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't sleep right. I can't get dressed right. I can't breath right. I can't do anything properly. I don't think I have the will power to do this anymore. Everyday I think about how none of this is worth it. I used to be a happy person. I used to love myself, I used to like me.  I don't know what to do anymore. I don't really want to do anything anymore. I just sit here in discomfort, might as well not be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not fair that I need you all the time when I just hold you back. &lt;/span&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/2952041287079944615-1318573526845776122?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1318573526845776122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1318573526845776122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-sleep-right.html' title=''/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-6018674594204689726</id><published>2010-02-26T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:03:59.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't feel pretty anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm riddled with scars and drowning in tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No longer do I have hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is no way to heal it, there is no way to fix me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have a place next to you&lt;br /&gt;It's a hassle, I'm a hassle&lt;br /&gt;It's a mess, I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;There's a burden on you and I'm weighing you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-6018674594204689726?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6018674594204689726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6018674594204689726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-5633979955987185694</id><published>2010-02-08T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:24:14.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going through the motions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you were right, things did change. I miss spending time together, it was so awesomely chill. I miss the weekly movies, even if it was a bad one. I guess I ain't no Hannah, can't have the best of both worlds.. but I can still make lames jokes. Looking back, things are so different and it's only in the span of one year. It's not like we never talk or see each other.. but it's not like it used to be. Things change, boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And yeah, still wish you didn't live in Calgary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...re obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/S2_J8W63DqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lEOMkX10mbQ/s400/toomanydicksonthedancefloor.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435785314041269922" /&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/2952041287079944615-5633979955987185694?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/5633979955987185694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=5633979955987185694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5633979955987185694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5633979955987185694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-through-motions.html' title='going through the motions'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/S2_J8W63DqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lEOMkX10mbQ/s72-c/toomanydicksonthedancefloor.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-8954453821466950571</id><published>2010-01-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:36:22.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a different view</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've decided to start a new site to share some nicer and happier thoughts that don't usually get transpired here. Let's see where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asofterside.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2952041287079944615-8954453821466950571?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/8954453821466950571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=8954453821466950571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8954453821466950571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8954453821466950571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2010/01/different-view.html' title='a different view'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7209150076653085141</id><published>2009-12-07T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:41:09.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;want my own room please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-7209150076653085141?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/7209150076653085141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=7209150076653085141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7209150076653085141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7209150076653085141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bubble.html' title='my bubble'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-403508157127106810</id><published>2009-11-27T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:23:13.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha (Marc by Marc Jacobs) is The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SxDPKa9rm4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/a11XkiaCSz4/s1600/the+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SxDPKa9rm4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/a11XkiaCSz4/s400/the+one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409050930415639426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I went to Holt Renfrew with Jess the other day to look for a new bag (Christmas present!). I normally do not go to places like that.. I've changed. I super duper want but super duper don't want to spend $600 or someone else to spend $600 on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The mistake was going to Holt Renfrew first cause everywhere else we went that night sucked. Every other bag was 'just the rest' and not 'the one'. All the other bags looked so poor quality and crappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jess says it's good now cause it means I have better taste. I want to change back because I cannot support this change. I can't even pay my bills now without dipping into the savings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want the one ... that I can afford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2952041287079944615-403508157127106810?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/403508157127106810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=403508157127106810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/403508157127106810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/403508157127106810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/11/one.html' title='Sasha (Marc by Marc Jacobs) is The One'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SxDPKa9rm4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/a11XkiaCSz4/s72-c/the+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-5676019294469237478</id><published>2009-11-09T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:15:07.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortunate and grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know it's not Thanksgiving and I don't usually do this kind of thing (and should be writing a paper) but I'm feeling extra lucky tonight so here are a list of some of the things that I am fortunate and grateful for having. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A roof over my head and bed (and blankets) to sleep in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Food in my fridge and stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Family that supports me, spoils me and puts up with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quality friends whom I can run to and trust with my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A boyfriend who loves me, cooks for me and wants to see me succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Employment at a job where my boss sincerely cares and is very understanding and flexible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An education even though I don't treat it like I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Technology and the money to pay for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;You because you're taking the time to read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What are you thankful for? = )&lt;/span&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/2952041287079944615-5676019294469237478?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/5676019294469237478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=5676019294469237478&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5676019294469237478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5676019294469237478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/11/fortunate-and-grateful.html' title='fortunate and grateful'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-6296332591076763496</id><published>2009-11-05T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:00:44.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... that it's painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-6296332591076763496?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/6296332591076763496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=6296332591076763496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6296332591076763496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/6296332591076763496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-dry.html' title='so dry'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-8868908637096628164</id><published>2009-10-15T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:44:12.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>= )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm happy, how are you? = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-8868908637096628164?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/8868908637096628164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=8868908637096628164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8868908637096628164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8868908637096628164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='= )'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-4551092847432466671</id><published>2009-09-24T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:24:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>September is one of the busiest months for us students. School is really freaking me out. I'm taking the last class for my Marketing Management Diploma while taking 3rd and 4th year classes for my Bachelors of Business Admin. Every one of my classes makes me realize that this is not what I want; this is not what I'm passionate about, not even close. All my classmates are so eager to learn and get out into the real big bad business world. Langara is now offering some Display and Design classes to Arts and Science Students. Part of me wants to take them but I've already got all my electives filled up since I did a whole year of Arts and Science courses. All through elementary and high school, I thought I would be doing some thing artistic. I don't know what happened, what's happening or what will happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to taking four classes four days a week, I decided to work as well. I can't work 30 hrs/week for that much longer. I'm always tired and have no free time. I'm scared that even after this hectic month that I won't have time for all the people in my life. What if I don't have time to be with anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-4551092847432466671?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/4551092847432466671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=4551092847432466671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4551092847432466671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4551092847432466671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/09/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-5537290072520819120</id><published>2009-08-25T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:29:37.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo7uLkY8jFc"&gt;Amy Millan: Baby I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-5537290072520819120?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/5537290072520819120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=5537290072520819120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5537290072520819120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5537290072520819120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-i.html' title='Baby I'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-790001276048061992</id><published>2009-07-26T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:02:04.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels like no one of my friends actually want to talk to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He wants me to do him favour after favour; he does not recognize that I'm obviously getting pissed. He always makes it into me to make him feel better about himself; he ignores when I'm upset and need cheering up. He barely saw me, only talks to me when hes bored at work and ignores when I'm feeling bad about myself. He likes to pretend that he's dead and think it's funny. He likes to be non verbal and push away. She tells me that I'm rude, take things away from me, and make me feel bad when I know for a fact that I shouldn't. She wants to not bring up issues and ignore me when I do; my reward for trying to help is being down one friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am obviously not a good friend or some friggen shiz. I'm going to go crawl in a hole by myself now, bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-790001276048061992?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/790001276048061992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=790001276048061992&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/790001276048061992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/790001276048061992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-one.html' title='no one'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-4887952085845737569</id><published>2009-07-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:01:53.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a ride on the Andy Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.topsocialite.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/james-kyson-lee05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 753px;" src="http://www.topsocialite.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/james-kyson-lee05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hero's needs to start showing this Ando. Everyone should follow &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jameskysonlee"&gt;James Kyson Lee on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. Even with clothes, he looks pretty damn good. They should show more of him and then have Peter &amp;amp; Claire kill each other.. for realsies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's it for today. Have a good night ya'll. &lt;/span&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/2952041287079944615-4887952085845737569?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/4887952085845737569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=4887952085845737569&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4887952085845737569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4887952085845737569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-ride-on-andy-cycle.html' title='take a ride on the Andy Cycle'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-2648587687705386485</id><published>2009-07-06T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:09:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno and Whistler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SlKLjmsd5GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mInEWe1KDTc/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SlKLjmsd5GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mInEWe1KDTc/s200/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355496350695679074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Thursday, I chilled out on our new patio furniture with some beers, Phil and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. We soon pulled out the Uno because I love it (not so much Phil hhah). Jess also joined us later. After a few rounds, it came down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and Phil. I loved the smack talk haha it was worth getting a little bored for not getting to play. I was a little nervous because who ever built our patio didn't do it very well, there are many cracks between the boards of wood. I can't bear losing even one Uno card! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt; won a game, she went on my laptop and tried to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; play around wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;th Photo Booth. The light was difficult to handle with the special backgrounds haha as clearly proven by this photograph. She tried for a really long time, I have to give her props for effort. After Phil left, we went inside to try some more. This one is supposed to be us on a roller coaster in case you're wondering why we posed like that haha or not, we're fun like that = )  We tried multiple light settings and still did not get very good shots so we decided to go upstairs so I could pack for Whistler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Whistler was pretty fun. The first thing we did was go to The Amsterdam Pub to have some delicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SlKPbDB-2MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6x-sRxbNi6Q/s200/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500601729800386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;nachos. They were hugeeee and very filling. Jess had a Mediterranean pizza but it wasn't that good. It was just like a greasy cheese pizza. They didn't have any Strongbo for Sam so she had a water, Coke for &lt;a href="http://yearn.vox.com/library/posts/page/1/"&gt;Meghan&lt;/a&gt; (I can't really remember but I assume she had a Coke), Heni for Jess and a Growers Peach Cooler for me.  Then we went to IGA to get cake and the liquor store of goods. I discovered that &lt;a href="http://yearn.vox.com/library/posts/page/1/"&gt;Meghan&lt;/a&gt; also has a love for Soho and 7s. = ) We also hung out with Tayla = ) went to the pool = ) had a beavertail = ) played Uno = ) The bus ride back was a lot better than they one on the way there. It was emptier so we all got two seats to ourselves. Then PDawg drove us home (&lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; and I to White Spot). It was all good stuff = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2952041287079944615-2648587687705386485?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/2648587687705386485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=2648587687705386485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2648587687705386485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2648587687705386485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/07/uno-and-whistler.html' title='Uno and Whistler'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SlKLjmsd5GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mInEWe1KDTc/s72-c/Photo+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7329417540758340638</id><published>2009-06-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:44:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Six-Feet-Under-six-feet-under-111588_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Six-Feet-Under-six-feet-under-111588_1024_768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought the first season of Six Feet Under a while ago because it was on sale at HMV. HBO shows are friggen expensive. I watched it in two days and immediately became obsessive, as I do with many things. Due to a lack of cash flow, I'm now watching the second season online. Let the sleepless nights begin. I like dark comedies. Speaking of, is The Riches still on? I've been waiting a while for it to start up again on showcase. I also discovered that there is a book... Anyway, I like the shows little day dream sequences and musical bits when everyone breaks out in song = ) Plus Gio from Ugly Betty is in it = )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tv.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/dexter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 303px;" src="http://tv.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/dexter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always heard good things about Dexter and now I have to watch it even more because Michael C Hall from Six Feet Under is in it. Apparently he is married to the lady who plays his sister on Dexter, is that kind of weird? My life consists of lots of television. I also still have Mad Men to watch, but I'm waiting to watch it with &lt;a href="http://samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;. Imagine if I had HBO, I'd never leave home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cyberhap.com/blog/media/1/20090611-the-hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 448px;" src="http://www.cyberhap.com/blog/media/1/20090611-the-hangover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jess finally watched Hangover, I watched it again with her. Was not as good as the first time I watched it but better in the sense that we did not have to go to a different theater and still sit in the third row. I think my favourite scene was when Ed Helms sang on the piano, I was waiting for him to sing the whole time = ) I was scared that the character Allan was going to annoy Jess because she doesn't like stupid people. She found him to be amusing though, I was glad. I'm excited for The Hangover 2, I hope the character Doug is in it more, he was pretty cute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-7329417540758340638?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/7329417540758340638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=7329417540758340638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7329417540758340638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7329417540758340638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-obsession.html' title='new obsession'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-5884755137114255782</id><published>2009-05-30T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:44:55.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my sexy new mac book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-5884755137114255782?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/5884755137114255782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=5884755137114255782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5884755137114255782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5884755137114255782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7114754865227635982</id><published>2009-05-05T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:16:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dos and don'ts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not like having to hear you talk about girls all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do like being on vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not like people who don't know what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do like shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not missing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do like dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not like being told what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do like being random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not like being stared at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do like getting to know you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-7114754865227635982?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/7114754865227635982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=7114754865227635982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7114754865227635982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7114754865227635982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/05/dos-and-donts.html' title='dos and don&apos;ts'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-8661969287594975071</id><published>2009-04-17T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:19:13.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;on repeat: knock you down - keri hilson ft kanye and ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;who else thinks that ne-yo ruins the song? i mean, come on, "I used to be commander and chief of my pimp ship flying high" ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-8661969287594975071?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/8661969287594975071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=8661969287594975071&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8661969287594975071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8661969287594975071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/04/repeat.html' title='repeat'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-2987380136683193069</id><published>2009-04-15T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:15:31.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let it fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I read that note, I pretty much started crying. Just the thought that you might not be there one day. I'm sorry I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry I'm not there. I just need you to be ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-2987380136683193069?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/2987380136683193069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=2987380136683193069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2987380136683193069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2987380136683193069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-fall.html' title='let it fall'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-9109679277269649995</id><published>2009-04-11T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:53:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should start reading over for mistakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like having my own things. I like having my own space. I like having my own time. I like doing things by myself. I like going places by myself. I think I have an independence problem. I get weird when someone offers me a ride somewhere. I get annoyed when someone tries to pay for me. I just get real awkward, even if it doesn't seem like it, it's ape shit inside. I like knowing that I've completed something on my own. I like knowing that I've paid for something in full on my own. I like knowing that I got somewhere on my own. I think I'm in love with being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much studying yet and my first final for statistics is on Tues but yesterday was pretty eventful. I woke up at noon and watched some television in bed, mostly Family Channel goods. Then I went down stairs and studied for a bit before waiting for Phil to wake up and call for a trip to DQ. We both love blizzards so we wanted to try the new Midnight Truffle Blizzard. Neither of us were that impressed, it tasted like the brownie one. It wasn't bad but it wasn't as good as we hoped. After that we went to Superstore cause he needed groceries. Holy crow does that boy love meat and frozen foods. I tried convincing him to buy some produce, maybe some greens but it didn't play out. That's when I brought up how I'm the person at hot pot who makes you eat your vegetables. Sounds kind of maternal so I naturally freaked out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to meet Mel at JJ Bean on Main St. She lives pretty close so she walked on over. We were going to eat at The Reef with Mas but he didn't get off untill 8p so I obviously suggested that we chill our at a coffee shop. I got a Mocha Shiver and it was really good, Mel got a chai latte which was also delicious. We were both really hungry even before we met up so we didn't stay there for long before we walked down to The Reef. It was uber busy when we got there so we had to wait for a table for about twenty minutes. We think the waitress forgot that we needed a table for three and not two because she sat us outside at a table that was obviously for two; it felt like a fire hazard. We later got a seat inside, hooray! I ordered rice in cocnut broth that was kind of spicy with cod and shrimp, was super good considering I don't really like coconut. Spicy goes well with beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus home after but the 100 wasn't come for a half four so Jess came to pick me up at Superstore since we were driving anyway. Then it was off to say bye to Betty! Jess and her friends were at Edge in Richmond. I've never been there before but they serve bubble tea and liquor, I was down for that. It was a calpis slush drink with I think vodka served in these little test tubes. They were pretty good but hard to get out of the tube, I had troubles. I also got a grape slush, added nicely to the yummy day I was having. I was glad to see Betty again, she's good peeps. Plus,  I've discovered that she likes some of the same music that I do (not like Jess!). Jess was hungry so after that we went to Nan Chu even though it was ten minutes before they closed (2am). The waitress was nice enough to seat us and let us order food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched Observe and Report with Dak, &lt;a href="http://samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hankwan.brownrug.org/"&gt;Henry&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://b-ma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonnie&lt;/a&gt;. I found it to be quite horrible and really stupid. I also didn't like Adventureland too much. I think I'm getting too old, people are getting dumber or both. So that was that. Later, we all (minus Dak) went to White Spot but it was closing at 10p cause of the Easter holiday. So, we went to Nan Chu (that's right, two days in a row for me!). Of course, I found it delicious. Was nice hanging out with &lt;a href="http://hankwan.brownrug.org/"&gt;Henry&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://b-ma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonnie&lt;/a&gt; again. I see &lt;a href="http://samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; and Dak often but it was nice to see them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-9109679277269649995?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/9109679277269649995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=9109679277269649995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/9109679277269649995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/9109679277269649995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='I should start reading over for mistakes.'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-3645652974907829105</id><published>2009-04-02T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:11:48.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not feel all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-3645652974907829105?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/3645652974907829105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=3645652974907829105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/3645652974907829105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/3645652974907829105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking.html' title='Thinking.'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-1051506247284695118</id><published>2009-03-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:59:23.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>usual ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I know that &lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; has been waiting for this post for a long time. I would like to take the time now to talk about cats (sorry, Meghan). What I said about cats was taken out of complex because &lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; knows that there is no other way she could ever get me to say that I love cats. I said "I love cats with lasers" because as we all know, I love laser cats (my shirt is finally here =)). Now I know that &lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; doesn't care about what context I said it in because she is a crazy cat lady but I wanted to tell the peoples that I specifically was talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;laser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; cats. Now that that is dealt with, I'm going to do my usual complaining thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up for school today after sleeping at 3a from doing close to nothing (eating McNuggets). I microwaved a croissant and filled up my water bottled. I can't really remember because I had only been awake for like ten minutes but here is what I think happened. I started to microwave my croissant, filled my water bottled, left the kitchen to pack my bag. Then I left the house with the croissant in the microwave and my filled up water bottle on the kitchen counter. This is no surprise to people who know me but I am hungry and thirsty =/ so I bought an ice cap. Then I get to school and read someones peer review of my proposal for communications on my phone in class. Turns out, I uploaded the wrong file, which means I also handed in the wrong file. I don't have any of my files one me and even though my class is over, I have to stay to work on a group project. SIGH, so I have to wait until I get home to sort all that shit out. I don't know where my head is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to having no pc at home for quite some time now, our printer is broken and so is Jess' laptop. Time to drop some mad dollars at the Apple store. There is some type of rebate for buying a printer so that's exciting. Getting new things in general are exciting for me. My life needs to be spiced up. All though I experience buyers remorse all the time. Not so much about the products/services but for spending money. I went to the mall and downtown on Friday with &lt;a href="http://yearn.vox.com/"&gt;Meghan&lt;/a&gt; then the next day I went back to the mall with &lt;a href="http://www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whatakerfuffle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;. I some how spent $200 in those two days... *shame. Im proud of some of my purchaes though, I bought the Nick and Nora soundtrack for $5 at Urban Oufitters. I have yet to listen to it but am excited that it was so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some scholarly activities now, later days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-1051506247284695118?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/1051506247284695118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=1051506247284695118&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1051506247284695118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1051506247284695118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/03/usual-ramblings.html' title='usual ramblings'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-2151297469878565718</id><published>2009-03-15T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:58:14.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>multimedia troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad has recently informed me that his iPod nano stopped working. Being my dad, he thinks that I manufactured the product and can fix it. I plugged his iPod into my laptop and it said that it was corrupt so I had to restore the factory settings. After I click 'restore', iTunes would stop responding. I tried this about three times. I'm not sure if my laptop is just slow so it's in progress or if my iTunes is now messed up too... sigh. So I guess I will try an other day.. I also need to do taxes. My STAT midterm is on Tues, so I should probably study for that as well. = / There needs to be more hours in a day. I've been sleeping before 1am these past few days (that's really early for me!). I'm supposed to brunch tomorrow with Phil but he is not answering my text message.. we will also see how that goes. I don't think I will wake up to study if we don't have brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see The Watchmen with Sam last night, she's full of free movie tickets (thanks HMV!). It was kind of hard to follow, I think I should have read the book first. The time line was hard to follow and the different generation of masked heroes... Plus, the guys next to me would not shut the hell up. The themes interested me though, so I think I will borrow the book from Sam in the near future. I also want to read about it on wikipedia but I'm scared my eyes will feel like falling out, like when I read up on ER characters. Holy crap, that show has been on forever. Movies that are coming out next week which I want to see are I Love You Man and Monsters vs. Aliens. Who's going to watch them with me? Eh? Eh? *nudge *nudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks, I can't wait for my shirt! I assume most of you know that I love laser cats by now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.threadless.com/product/1354/minizoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.threadless.com/product/1354/minizoom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-2151297469878565718?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/2151297469878565718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=2151297469878565718&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2151297469878565718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2151297469878565718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/03/multimedia-troubles.html' title='multimedia troubles'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7939476030251088367</id><published>2009-03-03T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:12:52.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands down, I'm too proud for love. But with my eyes closed, it's you I'm thinking of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm stubborn in so many ways. I get very angry when I have to admit that I'm wrong, I'd rather do things my way and look like a dumbass. Sometimes, I'd even rather tell a little white lie than admit that I screwed up, even when I know the other person won't care. I know it shouldn't matter because I'm not a robot (and it's not the distant future, the year 2000). I don't like to admit that I want something/someone for the same reason why i hate crying: it makes me feel weak. I want to know that I can be comfortable by myself and with everything that I already posses and nothing more. I'm not comfortable with asking for help or advice, I have it in my mind that I can figure everything out on my own and that I can handle it. Truth is, I can't. I've barely got anything figured out. Feelings just weird me out.. Remember kids, it's healthy to suppress your feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taking the liberty to not pay attention in class so my note book is becoming filled with blog posts sporadically placed in between my school notes. Never sit behind a couple at school. There is no need to try and feel your girlfriend up during class, no friggen need at all. Stats is disturbing enough on its own, I don't need to have a wall of puke in front of me too. This case is a little funny though because she clearly is not into him as much as he is in to her. In the beginning of the semester, I couldn't tell if they were together. It just seemed like he was trying to hit on her and she wasn't digging it. It is now clear that they are together though. I wonder how old they are because it seems like I'm watching a scene from high school. They have matching phone charms, bunnies, and his is the pink one.. They have conversations where they write on a piece of paper and pass it back and forth. They are holding hands. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-7939476030251088367?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/7939476030251088367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=7939476030251088367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7939476030251088367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7939476030251088367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/03/hands-down-im-too-proud-for-love-but.html' title='Hands down, I&apos;m too proud for love. But with my eyes closed, it&apos;s you I&apos;m thinking of.'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-1298863135320536786</id><published>2009-03-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:41:07.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pick it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As some of you may know, I'm slow on the pick up a lot of the time. I had to discover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=45075548"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lykke&lt;/span&gt; Li&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; on Carson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; by accident. What a depressing thought, discovering an artist from Carson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (all though he taught Earl about karma). After listening to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; for a few hours, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mosied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to the official site. Not to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, she recently came to the Commodore =( It was sold out. . maybe I wouldn't have gotten tickets anyway ... I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; on Friday but it was sold out. So I went to look around since Phil was half an hour late (but bought 6 cupcakes from Cupcakes =)) I saw a new Dead Like Me product and got very excited so I picked up the new movie. I didn't really like it though. First of all, Rube was not in it and a (bad kind of) different actress played Daisy. I also did not like the director, he tried play down the cynical dark comedy element and something about showing emotion. That's crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An other discover I've stumbled upon is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=96015237"&gt;Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Micucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. To my fellow Family Channel viewers (I know you're out there, don't be hating), she is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; In A Cup girl from Cory In The House. For those Scrubs fan, she's Ted's new girlfriend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gooch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; song she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; first episode about the moon as amazing! It's actually her song and I've been her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; for hours as well. Mister Moon drinks lots of mineral whites and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heinikens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! (Jonas) Bonus: she plays the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ukulele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to go see No Doubt but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; sale is only for people in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fanclub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; or American Express card holders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Paramor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; costs $30/yr, what the flip is that about?! I hope we get good seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-1298863135320536786?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/1298863135320536786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=1298863135320536786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1298863135320536786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1298863135320536786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/03/pick-it-up.html' title='pick it up'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-2564880447121683726</id><published>2009-02-20T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:12:36.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cha ching ching bling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://store.americanapparel.ca/neckf13.html?cid=186"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/neckf13/NECKF13_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gold chain but holy crap are they more than what I want to pay for.  This one comes in gold plated or half silver half gold plated. It costs $56. That's just way too much, it's expensive being a g. I've been in to jewellery since I started working at U. Since it is so slow there, I'm pretty sure that I've tried on everything (except for earrings because I don't have my ears pierced). There is a lot of stuff I want but am not willing to pay for. There is a sterling silver hippo &lt;a href="http://www.biagi-jewelry.com/"&gt;Biagi&lt;/a&gt; bead but I recently found my hippo mood ring so I don't know if I should still buy the bead. (Side note: my mood ring tells me that I only ever feel stressed or neutral) The first time I got jewellery as a gift, I thought 'What the hell is this?' haha I don't know what was wrong with me. Now I love all that good shit. In addition to a gold chain, I want to get a long necklace so I can layer them. There is one at work that has has a black ball and a little key hanging off of it that I want. I swear, it looks better than it sounds. I don't have a picture so you will just have to take my word on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still want a mac book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I cut my hair again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-2564880447121683726?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/2564880447121683726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=2564880447121683726&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2564880447121683726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2564880447121683726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/02/cha-ching-ching-bling.html' title='cha ching ching bling'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-2466990234021688746</id><published>2009-02-15T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:08:52.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing</title><content type='html'>I don't consider myself to be one who is comfortable with sharing her feelings. I get really awkward and do odd hand gestures and stutter. I don't know why this is, I know my friends will be there for me. I find some people easier to talk to, it's not that I like or trust some them more than my other friends; I just feel more comfortable. I started to think it's because they initiate a two way sharing system but then  I looked back and It's not necessarily true.. Maybe some people are just better listeners than others or having things in common makes its easier for me to share. Oh what a world it would be to understand yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should look for a new job when I get back in May. Hope I have it in me to quit... gosh knows how long it took me to leave 'the place that shall not be named', as Anna calls it. I want to try something new (not retail), but I also like the familiar. Any suggestions? Anyway... it's 3:07a and even &lt;a href="http://matt.brownrug.org"&gt;Mattie&lt;/a&gt; is asleep, think I should hit the hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and oh yeah, I'm obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shopbase.finetunes.net/shopserver/BinaryCacheServlet?albumid=1191337200344&amp;amp;datatype=fc600"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 366px;" src="http://shopbase.finetunes.net/shopserver/BinaryCacheServlet?albumid=1191337200344&amp;amp;datatype=fc600" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-2466990234021688746?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/2466990234021688746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=2466990234021688746&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2466990234021688746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2466990234021688746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/02/sharing.html' title='sharing'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-2448188394758225328</id><published>2009-02-07T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:56:27.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SY6PG4elU5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SnkSIFsBzKM/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SY6PG4elU5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SnkSIFsBzKM/s200/IMG_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300331159864300434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All though I was very excited for Tegan and Sara + Broken Social Scene yesterday, I totally forgot it was this week even though &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; asked me forever what seats we have and when it starts (we were row 7 at 8P). We were both tired while w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aiting for the show to start, luckily it was a seated concert hah. The music that they played before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in between and after the bands was really weird. It started off with some 80's pop tune. Then a representative from the Olympiad came out to talk because I guess the show was brought to us by them after all. He mainly was trying to talk up the whole Olympics shit. Needless to say, we were not feeling it. So he finally left, then very shortly after Tegan and Sara came! They were amazing, I love them =) I also like that they are small and have large breasts for their size. They played I Know I Know and Call It Off, my favourites. I don't know much about guitars but they switched a lot.. does that say something about them? That question was directed to &lt;a href="http://matt.brownrug.org/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt; ha I also enjoyed how they talked to the audience but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eventually talked to each other cause I feel that Jess and I would do that... or me and anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then their set was over. The music before Broken Social Scene got a little better. They played Wintersleep twice! Then it was Flight of the Conchords but very very softly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SY6dpGdqYXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CoMudqDhy6g/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SY6dpGdqYXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CoMudqDhy6g/s200/IMG_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300347140896874866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people from Broken Social Scene came out in case any one was wondering. They said something about Santogold and Yeah Yeah Yeahs stealing from Tegan and Sara.. I didn't know what was happening or care for it. I personally really enjoy all three of them and do not think they sound alike. I prefer more lyrics in my songs but the music sounded very epic and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;refore enjoyable.I must share this picture from the washroom at the Orpheum. I personally feel that it sends a very good message for folks out there and I would like to say that I am one of those scents-itive people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I went to purchase some merch. The table was not set up very well. The tees were up on the wall behind two tables but only one the girl on the right was doing the transactions for all the tees. The girl behind the other table was only selling vinyls, pins and such. ... &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.samlovesstories.blogspot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; suggested that maybe the bands wanted to keep everything separate but the things were mixed. So I got really confused and the girl selling the less popular items wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sn't very clear in directing people to the correct girl. Then we went to the Pocky store which is becoming a tradition after shows on Granville St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SY6dFglKK-I/AAAAAAAAADI/Or9FIx5N8Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SY6dFglKK-I/AAAAAAAAADI/Or9FIx5N8Ac/s200/IMG_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300346529432349666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prior to going downtown, I gladly helped &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.samlovesstories.blogpsot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; clean her room. It was fun! I also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love her room because it is like a library.I came home with some goods. Three of those are thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngs she borrowed from me still good stuff! She bought Charlie Brown for $2.00 and never even opened it! So she gave it to me for Valentines Day hah best present ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must finish editing Dak's assignment now, toodle ooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-2448188394758225328?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/2448188394758225328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=2448188394758225328&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2448188394758225328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/2448188394758225328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhaM5Txnknc/SY6PG4elU5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/SnkSIFsBzKM/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-4024673305191759616</id><published>2009-02-01T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:12:21.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K? K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it will never happen, but could you promise to never stop talking to me cause our friendship is so legendary? K? K, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I totally forgot, I've decided that when you comment on my blog, I now require you to tell me your verification 'word'. Also, how you read it to say something that describes yourself, me or our relationship. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-4024673305191759616?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/4024673305191759616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=4024673305191759616&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4024673305191759616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4024673305191759616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/02/k-k.html' title='K? K.'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-8881320317374909651</id><published>2009-01-25T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:18:21.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>live it up</title><content type='html'>If you want change, make it happen. I wish it was that easy to do. I don't feel that I have grown as a person much in the last few years. I'm not the same as I was in high school, but after that, I've only been one me. I'm attending college but it doesn't mean much. I don't have any friends that I met at school whom I talk to after the course is over. I haven't developed any relationship with my professors. I'm not part of any club or society. I merely step into the school, sit quietly in class, bus my ass back home. Still live at home. Still alone. Still here. Just still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me where I met my friends I always feel the need to add that we didn't talk to each other in high school. The one good thing that came out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bluenotes&lt;/span&gt; are people. It's odd that that place is the only one I can think of that brought in some new people into my circle of friends not from high school. Then again, I did live there. I wonder where my next job will be. Frankly, I can't take Kits for a lot longer. Stop asking me why I don't like the beach, I don't ask you why we need a dog running around every where and his dog bed taking up all the room in the tiny little store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound cold but I don't even feel that death has changed me. Obviously it has effected me and doesn't make me feel all that great... but it hasn't changed how I act. Does that mean I'm strong enough to get through it? or Does that mean that I don't care as much as I should? I almost feel heartless... So I'm sad about not feeling sad enough. Dude, something is wrong with that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, did that even make sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; just doesn't cut it, I don't want you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-8881320317374909651?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/8881320317374909651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=8881320317374909651&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8881320317374909651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/8881320317374909651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/01/live-it-up.html' title='live it up'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-4485555391887579202</id><published>2009-01-21T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:31:04.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo dads</title><content type='html'>After doing some brief googling, I've decided that I do not mix well with html codes and all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; dads. Also, what is up with all the different font sizes? Who knows what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shiz&lt;/span&gt; I'm doing. I've thought about trying to figure it all out because that's what I would do if I were still high school. I also don't feel it wise to step into this technological world because I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; anymore. True, it was a very old version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;, but at least I had stuff to play around with. As most of you know, my PC died a while back and was stated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unrevivable&lt;/span&gt;, I think &lt;a href="http://enbot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicks&lt;/a&gt; exact words were "epic fail".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I now have this home basic something Dell Windows Vista shit. Out of no where the screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; turn blue with horizontal strips, then two seconds later it restarts itself. In addition to random restarts, the keys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;malfunction&lt;/span&gt; in word. What comes out on the screen does not in any way match the little picture on the key that I pressed. I want to get a Mac Book because it is small and pretty. I'm sure my money can be better invested, but I'm also sure that I will have one before the semester is over. I will not wait till September for some student deal to get a free printer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. I just don't allocate money the same way Jess does. I can not justify things of all price ranges like she does, brand name shit or fake eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, I'm obsessed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hbocanada.com/flightoftheconchords/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n164/gwendolyn1978/FOTC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-4485555391887579202?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/4485555391887579202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=4485555391887579202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4485555391887579202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/4485555391887579202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-doing-some-brief-googling-ive.html' title='doo dads'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-5725904990989164797</id><published>2009-01-19T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:31:49.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who you going to call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oklibrary.org/ghostbusters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 178px;" src="http://www.oklibrary.org/ghostbusters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Went to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; last night with Phil at Empire Theatres on Granville downtown. We planned to watch the first show at 7P but holy shit, people are insane. We got there before 630P and it was already sold out so we bought tickets for the 930P showing. At least this way we got to eat at Cafe Crepe! I was pretty excited because last time I wanted to eat there, &lt;a href="http://matt.brownrug.org/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanted to eat at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. It was the first time I had a burger there, was pretty good. They have the best fries after Cactus Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we still had time to kill but it was really cold so we wanted to go to warm places &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Chapters and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; is the answer! It was brought to my attention that I'm not sure what my Chapters card does for me but I kept going and the kept asking so I said sure and signed up. In addition to coupons, I get a different discount on different books. So I'm saving something and not getting points. Come on, I know you all care. Phil bought Wicked, hope it's good so I can borrow it. It just reminds me of Ugly Betty, hurray for television!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. As we know, Phil loves musicals, so we were looking for a West Side Story box set. This brings me to boys having trouble with asking for help. What is up with that? It saves time and keeps down the confusion. Plus, these people are getting paid to give us customer service. So I left Phil wandering around in the game section and approached a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HMVer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;! West Side Story in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself was pretty sweet. I haven't watched many movies from the 80's but I think it's safe to say that I enjoy them. My favourite things was the Stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Puft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; marshmallow man. It's hard to not think of anything! The theatre was nicer than I thought it would be. We didn't expect the screen to get larger when the movie started like in our fancy theatres now, but it did and it was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully off to study for stats now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-5725904990989164797?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/5725904990989164797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=5725904990989164797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5725904990989164797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/5725904990989164797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-you-going-to-call_19.html' title='who you going to call?'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-3464769703248968625</id><published>2009-01-18T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:59:33.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm considering not watching any movie that could possibly turn out to have a sad ending instead of talking about my feelings. I can sit there and not cry everytime some one dies.. but I don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch Ghostbusters tonight with Phil, we'll see how that goes. I mainly want to watch it because I don't remember a thing about it. It's one of those things that I should know about but don't, like how to play Big2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-3464769703248968625?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/3464769703248968625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=3464769703248968625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/3464769703248968625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/3464769703248968625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/01/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-7295800301349006681</id><published>2009-01-15T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:46:46.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;After going to &lt;a href="http://www.j2clothing.com/sneakerbox.html"&gt;J2s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sneakerbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I've been looking up sweet sneaks because I clearly don't have enough. The first pair that I picked up were purple high tops with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  &gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; made with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  &gt;corduroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; material. Now if you know me and have seen my wardrobe, that is everything that I love in one convenient product. I also saw a pair of kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  &gt;Etnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; which had a large &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  &gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; patch over the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  &gt;front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; with laces on the strap; it has laces, but it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  &gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;! Man, I really love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  &gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;. The purple shoe was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  &gt;men's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  &gt;Etnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; didn't come in kids size 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://j2blog.wordpress.com/2008/11/29/reebok-and-monopoly/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://j2blog.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/img_1546.jpg?w=128&amp;amp;h=96" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never owned a pair of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  &gt;Reebok's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;, but I would like these to be my first pair. It doesn't get better than money on your shoes and dice laces. I am not the biggest fan of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  &gt;Monopoly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; but I love these shoes. (Let us recall that time at &lt;a href="http://samlovesstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;'s where I only had one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  &gt;piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; of property, also called the first time I met &lt;a href="http://yearn.vox.com/"&gt;Meghan&lt;/a&gt;!) Not that I would ever fit these large &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  &gt;men's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; shoes, but I enjoy looking at them over the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  &gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; and wanting to purchase them. Why are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  &gt;men's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; shoes so much more amazing? It's nice to dream every now and then. Other things that I dream of buying are all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  &gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; in the world, every new Apple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  &gt;product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; that comes out and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  &gt;Candyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I would like wearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  &gt;flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; until I finally gave in. My major complaint, which I'm sure is the same for a lot of girls, is that they get sweaty. It feels almost as gross as it sounds. Some one should some how invent non sweaty flats. I counted and I have 5 pairs of flats, 4 pairs of high tops and who knows how many more pairs of regular sneakers and sandals. I know that it isn't nearly as much as the collection some other people have but things like this make me feel that I live my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  &gt;unnecessarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt; excessive. Imagine all the money I could have spent towards a Mac Book instead.. Or all the food that could have been bought.. Or all the extra money I would have saved for a rainy day. Sometimes it feels too easy to bitch about spending money on school and too easy to drop a bill or two at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the purple shoes are womens and sam told me about them before she even read my post! amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-7295800301349006681?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/7295800301349006681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=7295800301349006681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7295800301349006681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/7295800301349006681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/01/fresh-kicks.html' title='Fresh Kicks'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2952041287079944615.post-1363235357232358883</id><published>2009-01-14T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:59:59.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>copy and paste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;I have to admit, sometimes I close my eyes or enter a room and think that when I open my eyes and exit that I'll be in some other universe or time. Now I know that that is not going to actually happen, but having that little ray of insanity (I swear, it's just a little tiny ray...) keeps me sane. So as I walk back to my dreaded stats class from the washroom, my mind shows me a glimpse of a world where everyone I love is there, I've already established a career that I love, coffee is a food group, time can be frozen for up to five minutes and people can fly. It all sounds ridiculous but that world would be so sweet that I can sit in class for an other hour with nice little thoughts in my head that keep me going and awake to take notes about sampling and bias. Eventually I realize that I'm crazy and I'm waiting for the 100 bus to go home; everything real sets in and it's back to earth. Tiny sparks of sanity keep me going; even if it's only for a little while. I wonder what I will dream about next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams, do those things mean anything? They have to mean something right? Just makes me wonder . . . Does it mean that I want my dream to come true or that I was simply thinking about the subject earlier that day in some other context? This is clearly the part of my writing where I spit out questions and think that it will lead to answers somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I finally got my present from Dak and it's amazing! &lt;a href="http://www.vosgeschocolates.com/"&gt;Vosges chocolates&lt;/a&gt; are specialty chocolates with exotic flavours such as Venezuelan white chocolate with dried kalamata olive. My favourite is 45% deep milk chocolate with applewood smoked bacon and alderwood smoked salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vosgeschocolate.com/product/bacon_exotic_candy_bar/exotic_candy_bars"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://www.vosgeschocolate.com/images/uploads/mini-mo_Th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2952041287079944615-1363235357232358883?l=sammieshood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/feeds/1363235357232358883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2952041287079944615&amp;postID=1363235357232358883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1363235357232358883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2952041287079944615/posts/default/1363235357232358883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sammieshood.blogspot.com/2009/01/copy-and-paste.html' title='copy and paste'/><author><name>sammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12481933999882912181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3Pg8aeZ_4s/TWtOfmATRPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iOGyfpSURZ8/s220/IMG_2304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
