<?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-16001281</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:50.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianna Clapp Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113155397756843961</id><published>2005-11-09T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:32:57.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSLE</title><content type='html'>Well, today, the love of my life, MSLE (My Sweet Little Elizabeth) discovered this site and was somewhat embarrassed by my pictures. Oh Well!You should know that after 15 years of marital bliss she accepts whatever I do although she does not promote all of it. But, love is blind and if you have seen my pictures, you have to beleive that. So that's that! Robert went to the library and read a couple books to me today. He has now read 195 books by himself to either me or MSLE. Not bad considering he is 4 years old and starts kindergarten in 2 weeks. That reminds me, the school sent us a letter telling us their plans for kindergarten this year. Here are the goals for achievement in the public kindergarten: Recognize letters and learn to write same Recognize words Learn to read Now, that's quite an agenda. It sounds to me like Little Robert will be in Babysitting 101 this year while we educate the boy at home in the three R's. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113155397756843961?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113155397756843961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113155397756843961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113155397756843961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113155397756843961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/msle.html' title='MSLE'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113148629950677081</id><published>2005-11-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:44:59.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHAT WITH GOD</title><content type='html'>God : Hello. Did you call me?  Me: Called you? No.. who is this?  God : This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.  Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something. God : What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.  Me: Don't know. But I cant find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.  God : Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.  Me: I understand. But I still cant figure it out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messenger.  God : Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.  Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?  God : Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.  Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy?  God : Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113148629950677081?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113148629950677081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113148629950677081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113148629950677081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113148629950677081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/chat-with-god.html' title='A CHAT WITH GOD'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113146780134065091</id><published>2005-11-08T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:36:41.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiandao Who?</title><content type='html'>Just finished an absolutely awesome trip with my girlfriend to Tiandao Hu and Tonglu. I tell you what, I've never heard much about Tiandao before this trip, but it is just absolutely gorgeous!!! The weather was so nice and cool, the water was so beautiful and blue, and I definitely understand why they call it the &amp;quot;One-Thousand Island Lake&amp;quot;. We went to 4 different islands and each of them provided something interesting and fun to see. The first island was called &amp;quot;Monkey Island&amp;quot; and iteven had a statue of monkeys as you approach it by boat. It was so cool to see all the monkeys hanging out in the wild (not behind bars like you would typically see in a zoo). Plus taking pictures with them is really cool too. The 2nd island we went to was filled with ostriches and you can even sit down on one and pose for a picture for only 2 rmb!!! AWESOME!!! (See my pic in my photo album). The 3rd island we went to had breathtaking views of the most beautiful islands and the bluest water you will ever see! The 4th island we saw was called something like &amp;quot;Dragon Island&amp;quot; and had really cool bridges which you could cross and really reminded me of the bridge from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom... plus it also had some areas where you can take off your shoes and play in the beautiful water. See the pics below and from my photo album to get a better idea.  P.S. I definitely wouldn't suggest going to Tonglu. There really wasn't much to see there.   Fai &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113146780134065091?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113146780134065091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113146780134065091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113146780134065091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113146780134065091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/tiandao-who.html' title='Tiandao Who?'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113140019521269335</id><published>2005-11-07T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:49:55.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood of past love</title><content type='html'>Last night, dreamt of someone I ever loved before...well, loved secrectly ()In dream, he was very friendly to me, gave me his telephone number and ask me to call him. So at the morning, I did want to call him...but finally, didntHahahahah....  Sometimes I think if you ever loved someone and can contact them after a long year didnt see, is a really lucky thing!! I always wonder how's the one I ever loved before is now. Are they happy or not?How's their life now?Sometimes I can find their recent news on the internet, and even their picturesI think I got a potential to be an investigator () because when secondary school, I can find their telephone numbers and birthday dates, sometimes can get their pictures secrectly...^v^hehehe.....  Now I know, one of them was study in Taiwan and become sport teacher; one of them was graduate in Politics...I really wish can know more about them~!! I miss the time I ever loved them, even though was only a story I made up myself. Those memory were sweet enough to remember! If I am not that shy, maybe can be friends with them, and now can just call them and ask  Hehe....maybe that's not love, is something like chasing idol () maybe hahaha... Most of them are stars () of the school Hahahahhahaha  I also remember how my friends support me to have those romantic dreams,to share my happiness of loveSometimes I like to dream more than to make it reality ()~!!  At night, went to cut hair, only has a little cut. In fact, I not like to go to salon () before because my hair is little curly (), everytime I go there they will asked me to make the hair straight~!!! Or to ask me to make it more curly...=.=' I think a little curly looks good, and I think my judge about beauty is different from them. Why they dont know how to give advice, instead of hard sell ()?? Besides, they usually not concentrate about their job, always look to somewhere else or chat with their friends when they cutting your hair!They didnt really put an heart at their job! Moreover, some of them very impolite~!!!!! Somehow, I think as a citizen (), is hard to avoid such civilized way of life()I really wish the salon workers can be more civilized ()~!!   But I am happy to meet KerKer's close friendShe's very friendly ,talkative () and out going ()!! And one thing I really admired () her...is she know how to keep long term intimate relationships ()~!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113140019521269335?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113140019521269335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113140019521269335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113140019521269335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113140019521269335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-mood-of-past-love.html' title='In the mood of past love'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113138207968588081</id><published>2005-11-07T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:47:59.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said farewell</title><content type='html'>I left Laura a message that wished her well in life and not to hurt others. I told wally to have a good time in jacksonville while he is with Trista, and I will see them both friday and saturday night. I am going to get shitfaced after I get off of work, again, away on lunch break. I feel betrayed still. I still hurt, but I can feel it, around me, inside me: I'm becoming cold and distant again. it's good though,and though it hurts to cut yourself and break away from the world, it's one small pain to take away another. I don't know if I can define myself as a masochist, but let me explain my way of loving: Self sacrificing myself for the sake of the one I love, even if the love is not returned. I give my life, my blood, and all I can give untill they know what it's like to be loved. If they do not return the feelings to me, I slowly leave them, and fade away, remaining empty and cold on my own. I would give anything to the one I love, my life, my blood, anything. I just want to be held, and to hold, and make the numb coldness just a fading tingle in my toes when I am with that one, but when I am alone, as I always am at the momment, even when surrounded by others, I am cold, and could care less if the world died and left me alone with no one, I might even be happy that way.   Lunchbreak is almost over, have to head on back home now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113138207968588081?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113138207968588081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113138207968588081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113138207968588081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113138207968588081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-said-farewell.html' title='I said farewell'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113131315647253090</id><published>2005-11-06T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:39:16.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WeDnEsDaY</title><content type='html'>Hey, today is Wednesday! and britt came over and we ran threw the pouring rain to hansel's which is only 2 blocks down.. but then it started hailing...haha.. umm.. later after that i played for X-treme beacuz they didnt have very many ppl.. and York batted.. 3 outs.. then we were up.. and i curtisy ran for Kasy.. and i stold till 3rd.. then the ump called it cuz lightning.. pretty short game lol.. then brittany came over and ate pizza! lol.. tomorrow i have to get up early to go to miranda's hehe! lol gonna be lots of fun! well i gotta go ttyall lata.. oh ya.. and ryans home!!!ill be back sunday from state.. wish us luck! luv - nicki! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113131315647253090?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113131315647253090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113131315647253090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113131315647253090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113131315647253090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/wednesday.html' title='WeDnEsDaY'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113129458737919963</id><published>2005-11-06T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:29:47.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Day</title><content type='html'>Green day Was AWESOME!!!!!! I'm glad Zac invited me, it was also nice to see Lancey lol!! To bad the lady screwed up the picture she took of us, but its okay lol. It was alot of fun to just go out....School is about to start at SW, who knows whats going to happen, but I'm willing to find out!!! Yeah---this song I'm going to post--Ryan and I like it alot lol--its fun times!!!  Everybody just, everybody just bounce, bounce Everybody just, everybody just bounce, bounce [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake, shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake, shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta Shake it off [1st verse] By the time you get this message It's gonna be too late So don't bother paging me Cause I'll be on my way See I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes Just ask your momma she knows You're gonna miss me baby Hate to say I told you so Well at first I didn't know But now it's clear to me You would cheat with all your freaks And lie compulsively So I packed up my Louis Vuitton Jumped in your ride and took off You'll never ever find a girl Who loves you more than me [Chorus] I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake, shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake, shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake, shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta Shake it off [bridge] (I Gotta) shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... (i'm gunna shake it off) shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... [2nd verse] I found out about a gang Of your dirty little deeds With this one and that one By the pool, on the beach, in the streets Heard y'all was Hold up my phone's breakin' up I'ma hang up and call the machine right back I gotta get this off of my mind You wasn't worth my time So I'm leaving you behind Cause I need a real love in my life Save this recording because I'm never coming back home Baby I'm gone Don't cha know [Chorus] I just gotta shake you off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake, shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off (I)Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give Boy I gotta shake, shake it off Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta Shake it off [bridge] (I Gotta) shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... ooooo shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... shake it off shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off...oooh shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it Off... [chorus] (JD) I gotta shake it off Cause the loving ain't the same And you keep on playing games Like you know I'm here to stay I gotta shake, shake it off Just like the Calgon commercial I really gotta get up outta here And go somewhere I gotta shake it off Gotta make that move Find somebody who Appreciates all the love I give (i like that y'all) Boy I gotta shake, shake it off (uh huh) Gotta do what's best for me Baby and that means I gotta Shake it off oo ooo oooo [JD &amp;amp; Mariah Carey] (fades) Everybody just, everybody just bounce, bounce Shake it off Everybody just, everybody just bounce, bounce  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113129458737919963?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113129458737919963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113129458737919963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113129458737919963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113129458737919963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/green-day.html' title='Green Day'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113122703485484873</id><published>2005-11-05T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:43:54.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Break up Card*</title><content type='html'> I was thinking about this yesterday. I saw the coming attractions for the movie with Mike Myers playing a cross-eyed flight trainer (I can't think of the name), and one of the lines were &amp;quot;You're breaking up with me in a birthday card!&amp;quot; and the guy says, &amp;quot;Well, they don't make break up cards.&amp;quot; So, I proudly present, the Universal Break Up Card. ---Dear ________________, _____ 1) It's been fun, but I want to see other people _____ 2) You suck in bed. _____ 3) I want to explore new things and meet new people _____ 4) I've seen Professional Wrestlers more sensitive than you _____ 5) You're a loser _____ 7) You're too sensitive, stop whining already _____ 8) I have to break up with you because I slept with your best friend/ dog/ sister/ neighbor _____ 9) It's not you, it's me. I'm a double agent and have to rescue the President _____ 10) I'm actually not straight / gay, fooled you! _____ 11) We can't have sex because I keep thinking about your mother/father/best friend/ cow/ next door neighbor _____ 12) Your stubborn refusal to flush the toilet / shave / masturbate / kick helpless animals is just too much _____ 13) I'm prejudiced against _________, so this isn't going to work. _____ 14) You were so awful I'm joining a seminary / practicing celibacy forever _____ 15) I now hate men / women because of you _____ 16) You told my parents we do it like monkeys and they won't let me see you now _____ 17) You're fucking cheap, I don't want much, but c'mon! _____ 18) I have to leave, I pissed off the mob / government / terrorists / rap musicians _____ 19) You're leaving to college / the military / prison, I don't feel like waiting _____ 20) I've been indicted for War Crimes _____ 21) He / She is much better looking than you _____ 22) This sleazy guy /girl convinced me you're a waist of my time and I'm going to hook up with them _____ 23) I've seen fourth graders smarter than you're friends, at least the fourth graders can color in the lines _____ 24) You are from New Jersey, nuff said _____ 25) I love my cat / dog / sex slave more and you're allergic to them _____ 26) I was blind when we started dating but now that my sight is back, eeeeewwww _____ 27) I'm shallow and want a guy / girl with lots of money _____ 28) You're _________, and that's not good Sincerely, ______________________  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113122703485484873?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113122703485484873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113122703485484873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113122703485484873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113122703485484873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/break-up-card.html' title='*Break up Card*'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113120851817875696</id><published>2005-11-05T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:35:24.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guild Wars: Addiction</title><content type='html'>Guild Wars is one of the best games out there for PC. Basically its an MMORPG, the best by far if you ask me.  Benifits of Guild Wars Vs. Other MMORPG- Guild Wars has no monthly fee. Plain and simple, WoW and Everquest both have monthly fee's to play, which is a benifit to cheapo's like myslef. However that doesn't take from gameplay at all. Guild Wars has awsome graphics. I have seen some of the other graphics, frankly, they don't compare. As Guild Wars is constantly updating, their graphics have the potential to get better and better. And as Guild Wars is only the first chapter in a very large involved story, it can't get any worse.  Disadvantages of Guild Wars- It takes alot of processer power, and graphics power to run this game. Its online, so that means that somtimes you will experience slow connections, or none at all depending on the situation.  Conclusion. Guild Wars is considerably one of the most beautiful, interactive, fun, and in-depth games out there. Somtimes it had problems, which are usually based on what your computer can handle. Over all I give 10:10 because, simply, Guild Wars is going to have and explosion when the second chapter comes out. This game has the ability to keep growing, and also unlimited gameplay, and customization capibilities(its a rarity to find two characters exactly the same)   All of the pictures that I posted are in game screenshots that I've taken during less active times in the game, to save the stress levels on my computer and myself, because my processer takes to long somtimes.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113120851817875696?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113120851817875696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113120851817875696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113120851817875696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113120851817875696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/guild-wars-addiction.html' title='Guild Wars: Addiction'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113114085687755192</id><published>2005-11-04T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:47:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gr.</title><content type='html'>http://storage.msn.com/x1pb4lnKEHD-4BXXCglgeQG8HG0JV_Ee1imrd558IDs5GLMKJ5Vo9eUnPvKitzpsG8tIH_9NwdhNEV9oXjwk0vJ0WR6SOoAA51A49uqNhISuuncLuFoCoIHsEAOwLdnHg-UQrCyOmIwQRs3XAjrwclAMQ  Don't wear white shorts to do housework in = &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113114085687755192?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113114085687755192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113114085687755192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113114085687755192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113114085687755192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/gr.html' title='gr.'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113112237326203649</id><published>2005-11-04T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:39:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost asleep</title><content type='html'>I can get no sleep...Faithless (Insomnia). Oh, sometimes I hate this song I want to go to bed and sleep until midday! Really! It's the perfect rest! BUt they're waiting for me ate the ministry...anyway,...oh, no Lisa is coming again. Oh, you stupid cat, what do you want again? Food? I gave you already! Get out you and your sharp nails! She's out...in the middle of..no, not nowhere,in the middle of the kitchen Or on the table. So this blog is especially dedicated to my dear cat Lisa. I don't know what else to add. So bye! Till next time! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113112237326203649?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113112237326203649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113112237326203649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113112237326203649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113112237326203649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-asleep.html' title='Almost asleep'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113103644747547762</id><published>2005-11-03T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:47:27.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to....I got nothing</title><content type='html'>ok, so I've gotten like a ka-billion complaints about not mentioning people in my shout out blog. It's soo hard to please everyone...but I shall try...so..again...here are some shout outs to people that weren't cool enough to make the first cut. Let's get it on! Shawna, I was rather disapointed to read that you didn't like what I wrote about you in my previous blog....I mean..it wasn't the greatest thing I've ever written..but most definately wasn't the worst.Hopefully this one will meet your standards. Ummmm lets see....When you, Vahneza, and I were doing that role play game a few days agoand you had to be me....ohh boy was that funny!!! You protrayed me sooo well!tra la la...ohh yeah..Gazelly says Hi! sooo...that really hurt when you pushed me off the bench today...You are soo abusive lately..like that time when you checked me into a pile of chairs at youth...that was definately the worst one of all...I was for shizzle holding back some tears!!! yup, so...I am glad that introduced you to lime popsicles ( I am sure that you don't remember..but at the football game....remember??). &amp;quot;hey Ladies&amp;quot;- that was awesome!!! I mean, you know you're extremely cool and trendy when you can get older guys to say &amp;quot;Hey ladies&amp;quot; when you have a popsicle in your mouth AND doing a model walk at the same time...is was kinda creepy...and I most definately feared for our safety!...Anyways!! This has been an extreme-to-the-max shout out and I believe I have run out of things to say...so I bid you good-day!! WAIT!!!! I am just joshin' with ya....for what would be a shout out without mentioning the fact that you ripped your pants on a fence at a football game!!! There, take that! wow, I feel so much better after getting that off my chest!! I know you'll probably beat me up, or push me off another bench ( or something worse) for saying that...but the people had the right to know!!!! I AM SORRY SHAWNA!! I couldn't resist!! actually...you wont be mad..right?? shawna?? come on!!...you know....like you're cool, I 'm cool..lets hug! yip! soooo...I am hoping that this shout out will please you! ohh oohh ohh!! guess what!!!!!!!???? &amp;quot;I met a possum!&amp;quot; ok..who is next...ahhh yes..Ms. Foxxy..aka Lauren Fox...ohh Lauren, you are soo cool! like you make me look un-cool with your coolness..which isn't cool!...yup, so...I for sure miss our meeting with Maggie between fourth and fifth!!! those were pretty much my favorite part of the day!!! and now....I HAVE NOTHINg!!! NOTHING I TELL YOU!..anyways..enough of that...sooo..I am pretty sure your name is much cooler than mine..everyone seems to have callen me by it at some point or another...At furst when people would call me Lauren..I would become angry but I am thinking that it's like totally a compliment...what do you think?? they're getting ME mixed up with YOU!...is there a better compliment??...well perhaps....but for the sake of this blog, we will say that there isn't! okie?...anyways...you're the reason I write my blogs, for I know that Dear Ol' Lauren is a faithful reader and fan...I would gratelly apreciate it if you would continue to reply to my blogs...I think it's kinda like a motivation to write another...and that last part was really cheesey...like way beyoung cheesey..like ham and cheese..or something..yeah...Anyways..this shout is starting to go down hill...so I shall stop before I say something weird and potenially embarassing! hehe..yip Hart out ok..so...Sarah-Jane..I know you wont be reading this..but I felt that you deserved one of these thingy's anyways!....OK, so lied... my real motivation for writing this was to make it look like I have many many friends!! Did it work?? please say it did!!!...Anyways...When I think of Sarah-Jane...I think of...Mr. Trainer actually..heh...which is sick! I am still haunted by the fact that he said the following things to you : &amp;quot;Those are the shiniest lips I've ever seen&amp;quot; (yuck), &amp;quot;how do you walk in those heels?&amp;quot; ( vomitrocious ), &amp;quot;blah! you're hot&amp;quot;...ok..so that last never happened..but in my opinion he definately implied that he felt that way...but what do I know? Perhaps I am just jealous...OR NOT!! I am thinking that I am still angry with him for screaming at me for chewing gum...WHAT WAS WITH THAT!!!????? who screams at innocent little Laura? geeze..Anyways..moving away from that creep...ummm Quebec was a good time! except for the fact the Trainer was there..and that fact that you wouldn't stop being mean to all those poor little animals at the aquarium!! and ca c'est tout pour toi! So, I was for sure thinking about not writing about Roberts, but than after I thought about it for a whileI realizedthat if I didn't I wouldn't get invited to go skating with you all, or to the spot, or to anything anymore...( oh wait!! I never got invited in the first place.., sowhat do I have to lose lol) meh, I shall try and think of some nice things to say anyways...I love you guys ( oh my gosh!! I said the word love...does Laura ever say that word??) tis true!! many good times!! not just at camp..but at the events that I WAS invited to...a huh!! so...Shawna-I know that I can always talk to you about Harry Potter! Jessica- I'll never forget that time at camp when shawna and I took a picture of your weggie hehehe Amy- you're hair is really shiney and nice!! Emily-how's ROBin doing? Maggie- &amp;quot;L'estoMACKKK&amp;quot;, Lauren-&amp;quot;my friend wont order cause she thinks she too fat..&amp;quot;, Kristen-ohhh crazzzay Kristen...you make Writing class enjoyable! yup...so that's all of Roberts right? I didn't forget anyone did I? there's seven of us right? eight with me included? yeah..pretty sure I got everybody..yeah..so I am pretty sure that swimming in that dirty little river and sliding down the sand hill is one of my favorite memories from camp!! AND dominating at everything we did was pretty awesome too!! so, Last..but certainly not least, we have Mr. Christopher Harrison who goes by the alias &amp;quot;The Godfather&amp;quot;. He is currently starring opposite myself in the epic miniseries which, as of this very moment, doesn't have a title ( or does it? ) Yip, so what can I say about this young man? well, he for sure has a good set of pipes( is that the correct noun?)..Chris, your rendition of the spiderman song brought tears to my eyes, tears of joy of course. he's got a pretty impressive vocabulary too...so, watch out! at some point, when you least expect it,he'll throw some huge word out at you and it will leave you dazed and confused. hehehe..Chris is a tricky little fellow and is rather hard to figure out at times..but yeah, it's all good. He's quite clever and quite quick too. I am always trying to come up with something smart to match his cool comments...but my coolness doesn't even come close to this kids coolness... not even close!! ( for those of you who know me..you're probably all saying that no one can match my cool'ness..but trust me...he does!!!) so..do I have anything negative to say about this lad? no, not really..but you gotta be careful around this fellow..if you stop talking for a &amp;quot;long&amp;quot; period of time, he'll give you a nasty little nudge! so..All in all..Mr. Harrison is a rather fine Sir and quite the nice boy! That's all folks! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113103644747547762?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113103644747547762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113103644747547762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113103644747547762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113103644747547762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/ode-toi-got-nothing.html' title='An Ode to....I got nothing'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113096697517901636</id><published>2005-11-02T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:29:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip through the buffet</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that one could compare their busy lives to a buffet style restaurant. They pile food on your plate and want you to go back for more. But in this case the &amp;quot;food&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;plate&amp;quot; are just merely figures of speech. Either way, you're still getting more than your money's worth. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113096697517901636?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113096697517901636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113096697517901636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113096697517901636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113096697517901636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/trip-through-buffet.html' title='A trip through the buffet'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113095002655010239</id><published>2005-11-02T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:47:06.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much</title><content type='html'> July 27, 2005 Today was my first day at work all week. I was sick all week end. It was really weird because my neck was killing me and I had a severe sore throat, but really no other symptoms except just feeling lousy. I stayed home on Monday  couldnt get up. And yesterday R was sick, so I stayed home on Tuesday too. Im still feeling kind of lousy, but had to go back today.    A went off to camp this afternoon. Last year she went to camp with her Grammy, it was a program designed for younger kids where they go with their parent or grandparent. I had figured that this year shed be ready to go by herself. I had visions of J and A, both being gone for a week, but it was not to be. She didnt want to go by herself, so she went off with Grammy again.   This morning on my way to work I was talking to my friend BMN. We were talking about how A has become my special child. In her younger years, A was well known as being very independent, boisterous, outspoken  the extrovert. But (and we figured this out this morning) since R was born, A has become very sensitive to change and very attached to me. There are tears when I go to work. There are tears when I drop her off at the babysitter. And with the tears comes clamming up, so you have a teary kid and dont know what caused the tears, great huh?   This morning when I was trying to leave for work, there were tears. She wanted me to be there when she left for camp  saying good-bye in the morning wasnt good enough. So, after being out all week, I took off for an hour today to run an errand and go say good-bye to Ano more tears. Phew!  Ha! R just came over to show me a HUGE, PUMPKIN eraser in her mouth. Oh well, at least now she shows me... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113095002655010239?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113095002655010239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113095002655010239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113095002655010239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113095002655010239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-much.html' title='Not Much'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113088118962313473</id><published>2005-11-01T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:39:49.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like tt wolf...</title><content type='html'>today i gt the chance 2 go out w tt wolf....i think he is quite a good person....his big smile moved me....i think he is the person huh can make u easily fall in luv w....n nw i noe y he has so many frenz...quite handsome n kind-hearted....really like tt guy....i think if any girl can b his true girlfren...she must b v happy.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113088118962313473?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113088118962313473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113088118962313473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113088118962313473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113088118962313473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-tt-wolf.html' title='i like tt wolf...'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113086329351949316</id><published>2005-11-01T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:41:33.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well lets see nothing has really been going on Sunday Josh andI went shopping and just had fun. ThenAmanda and I hung out with a bunch of our friends. Joshleft for church camp yesterday I am gonna miss him this week but hes coming home friday thank God Its going to be weird not spending time with him this week! Kristina left for California Sunday and she gets to go to the OC beach I wishI was there! I forget how long she'll be gone though lol but I am gonna miss her too!Sarah Jo finally came back from her vacation I missed her so much! This thursday I think Sarah Jo is comin up here and I finally get to see her! Also my brother Nathan and my baby Brennan are comin down here cant wait to see them! Then hopefully friday my mom and I get to go shoppin at west county mall in stl. So I cant wait for all of this and I hope I have fun! So thats about it and oh I have poision Ivy and how i got it I dont know and its just on my feet lol weird but thats about it So ttyl and leave me some comments!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113086329351949316?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113086329351949316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113086329351949316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113086329351949316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113086329351949316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113079506789759429</id><published>2005-10-31T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:44:27.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER VACATION</title><content type='html'>WATCH OUT BUFFALO HERE I COME BEEF ON WEK AND WINGS BEER? THATS A GIVEN  I'm leaving ealy Wednesday morning and returning next Monday, so I doubt you will see any new blog entries during this period.You'll see one final post on Wednesday, and will require your participation.  I'm looking forward to my meeting with Rosebay_fl the winner of the vacation contest, and many photo's of this monumental occasion will be taken. If anyone would like a postcard from The King, send your contact info in an email. This will be signed and dated by your majesty, and will be highly collectable after I pass away.  I'll end this post with an appropriate thought of the day from Cliff, of &amp;quot;Cheers&amp;quot; fame.  BUFFALO THEORY   A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we all know, kills brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers.&amp;quot;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113079506789759429?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113079506789759429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113079506789759429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113079506789759429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113079506789759429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-vacation.html' title='ANOTHER VACATION'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113077619521009180</id><published>2005-10-31T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:30:00.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont judge ppl b 4 u know them</title><content type='html'> I'm so tired of people that don't know half of my story coming up to me and saying, &amp;quot; OMG! You're that freaks friend.&amp;quot; Just cuz I don't look like them or cuz I'm not the same color as them. What does it matter what color of clothes you wear or the color of your skin? All of the $hit heads that have the time to even coment about crap like that spent too much time thinking that they are hot when they are the freaking ugly ones. Wearing black does not make you a bad person, dieing your hair doesn't make you a bad person, and being racist or judgeing people before you know them makes you an a$$ hole. If you don't want to be my friend because I hang out with people that are different and awesome then screw you, cuz then your not a real friend. And then when you have no friends in a year or to don't come crying to my saying you wan't to be my friend again. Just cuz milk and oil don't mix doesn't mean I can't hang out with a black person. Don't come up to me and tell me you need to talk to me in private and then start yelling at me where the whole class can hear you cuz I'm gonna yell at your sorry a$$ back! If you got a problem with this or anything else I do then leave me the hell alone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113077619521009180?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113077619521009180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113077619521009180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113077619521009180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113077619521009180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-judge-ppl-b-4-u-know-them.html' title='Dont judge ppl b 4 u know them'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113070830157184004</id><published>2005-10-30T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:38:21.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Neil Armstrong ever land on the Moon - Part 1</title><content type='html'> That Neil Armstron never landed on the Moon on July 21, 1969 is one of the most-discussed conspiracy theories of the world. Did the Americans do it just to get ahead of the Russians?   36 years later, the conspiracy still hasn't died down.  The issue  Fox TV network's 2001 programme called Conspiracy Theory: Did We Land on the Moon? brought up the original allegation that it was all a hoax made in 1974 by Bill Kaysing. The program was an hour long, and featured interviews with a series of people who believe that NASA faked the Apollo Moon landings in the 1960s and 1970s.   Bill Kaysing claimed to have all sorts of hoax evidence, including pictures taken by the astronauts, engineering details, discussions of physics and even some testimony by astronauts themselves.   The program's conclusion was that the whole thing was faked in the Nevada desert (in Area 5). According to them, NASA did not have the technical capability of going to the Moon, but pressure due to the Cold War with the Soviet Union forced them to fake it.   Without getting too much into the technical side of things, here are some of the popular theories about the alleged Moon Hoax and their rebuttals. What do you believe?    Who's the cameraman?  Who filmed Neil Armstrong coming out of the Lunar Module when there was no-one on the surface to do this?  The explanation is that there was a video camera mounted and extended from the side of the landing module especially for this purpose. NASA said they anticipated that the moment that Armstrong stepped onto the Moon would be thought as being particularly significant and something everyone would want to see.  As Armstrong started down the ladder he remotely deployed it, swinging it out from its storage position in the side of the module.  Experts explain that the way the camera was mounted meant that these first pictures were actually upside-down and had to be flipped over once received on Earth. The same camera was then removed and used to send video pictures of the rest of the lunar activities from a stand on the lunar surface.   To be continued... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113070830157184004?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113070830157184004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113070830157184004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113070830157184004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113070830157184004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-neil-armstrong-ever-land-on-moon.html' title='Did Neil Armstrong ever land on the Moon - Part 1'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113062143229547469</id><published>2005-10-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:30:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>It's my brother and my &amp;quot;husband&amp;quot;'s birthday.Happy birthday to them.   Dongdong:I will never forget these days that we stayed together.Now it's a sweet memory.Although we haven't meet for a long time,you konw I miss you so much and I would give you my best wish.If you feel unhappy,please think of your wife-me   I want to let you konw that: Thank you for comforting me when I'm sadLoving me when I'm madPicking me up when I'm downThank you for being my friend and being around  Tomorrow is theValentine's Day of China.I still alone but not lonelyBecause of having you:) HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! MY &amp;quot;HUSBAND&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113062143229547469?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113062143229547469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113062143229547469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113062143229547469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113062143229547469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113060353718295571</id><published>2005-10-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:32:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'> Well yet another year of camp has passed. I would like to rate it, but it is like rating God. If camp were to be rated that would be like comparing God from one year to another. Well amazing things happened and people got right with God and it was cool. God truly showed up like I had expected him to. Some people might say that the camp was not very good but in my mind it was. Well thats all I have so you have fun now mmmkay &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113060353718295571?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113060353718295571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113060353718295571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113060353718295571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113060353718295571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113053516343471585</id><published>2005-10-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:32:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the theme for the day is physical pain</title><content type='html'>It's 11:44 and it's shaping up to be a fantastic rest of my life filled with various types of painful afflictions. I went to bed last night with a stiff neck and it still kind of hurts and now so does my back. My brother woke up throwing up. I have an interesting and slightly embarassing tennis-related injury to my right foot and I get to have a small but thoroughly painful procedure done to it next Thursday. There seems to be another minor one somewhere but the only other one I can remember now is that my dad started radiation yesterday...and I should really stop reading his email. I guess he emailed his friend about when he'd be done and the new, updated number is October 19th. WTF. October?? I was thinking they were going to do 6 to 7 weeks. I guess now they're doing like 10-11...for no reason... All of the major side effects start the 6th week. That really really really blows. He's gone this morning too so I can't even ask him yet. That really pisses me off. I really wish I hadn't just eaten my brownie and ice cream; I feel like vomiting back up after all of this. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113053516343471585?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113053516343471585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113053516343471585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113053516343471585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113053516343471585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/theme-for-day-is-physical-pain.html' title='the theme for the day is physical pain'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113043154377412680</id><published>2005-10-27T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:45:43.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eminem &amp; The State of Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to see the internet plastered with stories about the drug problems of Eminen and will he perform again.  In his six years as a internationally known rapper, a lot has been made of Eminem, all of which hasn't sat well with some hip hop artists and fans. I am one of them.  First let me say that I don't have a problem with white rappers. I remain a huge fan of the Beastie Boys early work (1986's Licensed to Ill and 1989's Paul Boutique), those are important albums and it wouldn't have mattered whether a brotha made them or three white guys from Brooklyn.  My thing is, I haven't liked the direction hip hop as gone in since 1996. You may have read about that in the email newsletter that I send out, in which I discussed the civilwrongful death trial of The Notorious BIG(June 23, 2005), and the events that lead up to his death. If you wish to read the issue of the newsletter, please email and request it.  As for Eminen, he is a a rapper with good vocal talent,his songs are produced by Dr. Dre, one of the best producers in music history, and he is surrounded by the best in promotions and the top names in rap work with him.  I know good hard core rap fans who love him and that's great, Eminem has sold a lot of cds, starred in a $100 million dollar movie (8 Mile), and won an oscar for best song from that movie.  I just don't &amp;quot;feel&amp;quot; him. I've had friends burn me copies of his work and play his songs and like I said he has the best of the industry at his disposal. However in my eyes he's simply one of many good rappers, not great.  My thing is, should he command all of this attention? I don't think so.  This year, I have returned to hip hop, having gone through a very challenging year, I find that nothing consoles me like hip hop, rappers my own age, who have the angst, frustrations, problems and know the pain of life that I'm going through.  However, I mostly listen to older rap, things from mostly the mid 80's through the mid 90's. The new rap I do dig is of the &amp;quot;Conscious Rappers&amp;quot;, The Roots, Common, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, those cats. I did buy the latest from 50 Cent and I have the most recent CD from Ludacris.  Ludacris is someone who does an excellent job of having the modern beats, yet holds the traditions of having lyrics that are sometimes funny yet with an edge. His delivery is smooth despite being a southerner (Atlanta, GA), and he knows that this is rap, not a bathroom wall, basically he gets it, He recognizes that hip hop has a growing following among suburban white youth and they make up most of the buyers of rap. He also knows thata bunch of us original rap fans still wanna listen and want someone who knows what rap used to be and that's what got rap to being what it is now.  Ludacris or &amp;quot;Luda&amp;quot;, as people call him should get more credit, he didn't deserve Bill O'Reilly ruining his deal with Pepsi, although on every album since, Luda takes at least one shot at him. That's using your power on the microphone, not only to show up a rival but have some fun too.  To me Eminem seem too created, what I mean is, Dr. Dre and other record executives figured out how to make the &amp;quot;perfect rapper&amp;quot;, yeah I said it, the Frankenstein of rap. Make a guy who has some skills, give him all the helphe needs, make sure he has enough off the stage problems to have &amp;quot;street cred&amp;quot; yet keep him out of jail and clean enough to be mainstream and sell lots of cds and get into movies. On top of all of that, have him find new rappers and produce him and make a little rap factory with well promoted talent that have access to all of the tools that he has.  Well that's just my theory, but where I'm from and the rap I came up listening to, I was used to rappers who had plenty of talent but not a lot of resources and simply went with what they had, no big record companies or producers, back then it wasall about the music and that's all it should be about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113043154377412680?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113043154377412680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113043154377412680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113043154377412680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113043154377412680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/eminem-state-of-hip-hop.html' title='Eminem &amp; The State of Hip Hop'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113036243336217028</id><published>2005-10-26T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:33:54.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOO!!</title><content type='html'>Well SCHOOLS OUT!!!! But I gotta go back on Monday to get my yearbook, cuz apparently they're coming in all the way from Winnipeg (Why?). Then I think on Friday I gotta go back to get my marks. I just got back home from a 70's Retro Party. It was sooooo AWESOME!!! I got my hair n make up done for it by Sharnelle.(LOOK AT THE PICS). OMG You should have seen Matt....he looked like someone out of GREASE or something....he had the leather jacket thing going on, and this mohawk thing.........and Kate (Kelsey's friend) OMG her hair was fucking awesome!!! Spiked to an extreme!!!! Wow it was SO fun! You have no idea! It was pretty cool for a Christian Party in a Church..... I wanna go to another party. ANYBODY HAVING ONE????? (A real one...) Wellz anyway....yeah thas about it for nowz. Much love xox.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113036243336217028?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113036243336217028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113036243336217028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113036243336217028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113036243336217028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/wooooo.html' title='WOOOOO!!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113034432679649444</id><published>2005-10-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:32:06.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks of a Friend</title><content type='html'> The Thanks of a Friend   A moment lost away from a friend, Makes days drag on without end. A smile or touch, a kind word shared, That lets me know that she was there.   Memories replay the sights and sounds, Where once my friend was closely found. We laughed, hurt then laughed some more, And looked ahead for whats in store!   Spirits energized and then overflow, Till finally parting, I had to go. But yet no sadness will prevail, To once again, laugh and wale!!!  A friend like this is rare indeed, A lovely sort from the tiniest seed; She grew up pure in heart and soul, The kind we all need; truth be told.   My heart is full, thank you my dear, A better man, for having you near. Youve touched my life in such a way, Ill return the kindness, Ill find a way!   Written by Scott E. Wilson August 13, 2003 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113034432679649444?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113034432679649444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113034432679649444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113034432679649444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113034432679649444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-of-friend.html' title='Thanks of a Friend'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113027663151847468</id><published>2005-10-25T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:43:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!!</title><content type='html'>mkay..i know i already made an entry for today ..but u know what ..its my blogs and ill do whatI want with them...muhahahaha ..yeah anyways ....Steve was over here today which was very awkward for me i think. Marcus called me and steve got all pissed and left..i dont know why...but oh well. Anyways i just got off of the phone with marcus ...and OMG everthing is going so great. He makes me laugh so much I think he and i might go to nibroc tomorrow and stuff but im not sure yet..probably though..hes gonna give me a ride home again tomorrow ..and i hafta give him a massage ..not like i mind lol ..im so glad things r going good............i dont know..just hope they dont get screwed up like everything else!!! well gonna go clean or sleep or something ..school tomorrow ..later!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113027663151847468?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113027663151847468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113027663151847468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113027663151847468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113027663151847468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow.html' title='wow!!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113025817389665407</id><published>2005-10-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:36:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limp Bizkit-Take A Look Around</title><content type='html'>All the tension in the world todayAll the little girls fillin' up the world todayWhen the good comes to bad the bad comes to goodBut I'm 'onna live my life like I should (Like I should)Now all the critics wanna hit itThe shit can't ever dig itJust because they don't get itBut I'll stay fitNew error committedNow this Red Cap gets a rap from his criticsWe knew we always gotta cry (Always gotta cry)Knew we always gotta live inside a lie (Live inside a, live inside a lie)Life's just a blast (Just a blast)It's movin' really fast (Really fast)You'd better stay on topOr life will kick you in the assFollow me into a soloRemember that, kidSo whatcha wanna do?And where you gonna runWhen you're starin' down the cableOf my ... mic pointed at your grill like a gunLimp Bizkit is rockin' the setIt's like russian rouletteWhen you're placin' your betSo don't be upsetWhen you're broke and you're doneCause I'm 'onna be the one 'til I jet (I'm 'onna be the one 'til I jet) CHORUS:I know why you wanna hate meI know why you wanna hate meI know why you wanna hate meCause hate is all the world has even seen latelyI know why you wanna hate meI know why you wanna hate meNow I know why you wanna hate meCause hate is all the world has even seen latelyAnd now you wanna hate meCause hate is all the world has even seen latelyAnd now you wanna hate meCause hate is all the world has even seen lately &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113025817389665407?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113025817389665407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113025817389665407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113025817389665407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113025817389665407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/limp-bizkit-take-look-around.html' title='Limp Bizkit-Take A Look Around'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113018975080434965</id><published>2005-10-24T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:35:50.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a place</title><content type='html'>we all can find a placewhere we want to hang out..a place where youcan have fun...a place where the madness revolves all around but tell me..where canwe find a place wherewe can feelwe belonged..wecan feel that the place won't be the same when we're not around..where the people greet us with so much warmness even after two years apart from the last time we came.. where in the world can give you the homy feeling, beside our families?? noteveryonewill answer thatthey've foundother place beside family. well.. i'm glad i'm one of those lucky people who know what to answer if being asked this question... I know where. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113018975080434965?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113018975080434965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113018975080434965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113018975080434965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113018975080434965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/place.html' title='a place'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113017228035467974</id><published>2005-10-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:44:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up</title><content type='html'>HEy yall whats up nothin much here, just got all of my homework done, i really dotn watn to got to school 2morrow but it Tuesday so i will have Latin after school , its kinda fun, but sometimes Laura Honn doesnt come cuz she was softball practice , which makes latin class really borning. HEy who do u guys think will win American Idol, i think it will either be Carrie Underwood or Bo Bice. They shouldnt have voted Nadia Turner off though, they should have voted either scott savol or vonzell Solomon , they sux. Well got to go with my mom to the sk8ing rink to take some measurements lol later Auf Wierdersehen!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113017228035467974?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113017228035467974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113017228035467974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113017228035467974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113017228035467974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-up.html' title='Whats up'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113010309185222090</id><published>2005-10-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:31:31.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I would get so much more done, if I quit finding excuses not to do things. It could be the smallest, most stupidest thing too. Like, &amp;quot;oh I got to wash my hair first&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;I'm going to the gym, I'll start on it after I get back&amp;quot;. You can't win with procrastination. It takes sheer desire and will to get yourself out of a rut. Yesterday, I kept telling myself, &amp;quot;I know you can do it; if anyone can do it, it's you.&amp;quot; I just kept repeating it and repeating it. Well, I have to go wash my hair now... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113010309185222090?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113010309185222090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113010309185222090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113010309185222090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113010309185222090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113008515458003260</id><published>2005-10-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:32:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboard is great.</title><content type='html'>You may wonder to yourself, how can anyone like a band such as Dashboard Confessional? All they do is sing sad songs, about love going wrong and their lives going wrong. There must be some sick, sadistic people in this world if they actually like this stuff. Well I'm here to tell you that I'm neither sad nor sadistic, and I think Dashboard Confessional is great. I'm just now starting to get into them. I recommend everyone go out and listen to them. Go. Do it now.  My friend Michael listens/has listened to Dashboard for A LONG TIME. I'm surprised he hasn't killed himself yet.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113008515458003260?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113008515458003260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113008515458003260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113008515458003260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113008515458003260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/dashboard-is-great.html' title='Dashboard is great.'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-113001706420045001</id><published>2005-10-22T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:37:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Kennedy is the best boss you could ever have in your life. She's so kind. I take back everything that i put on here earlier. I was just venting. And when i say I take everything back it means i deleted everything. And i'm proud that holli got the job at LG. She was the more qualified person. It is going to be a great learning experience for her. I just got back from working out and realized i've almost made enemies. I don't have enemies. You could piss in my face but in a week i will be over it. That's just what kind of person i am. I hate no one.  Oh this fall is going to be the best year i think. I'm just ready for everybody to be back. But now i have to go and take a shower and get ready for work. Holla at ya later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-113001706420045001?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/113001706420045001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=113001706420045001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113001706420045001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/113001706420045001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112993093203393232</id><published>2005-10-21T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:42:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>find a way~</title><content type='html'>You know when I was a little kidAll I ever wanted to It's make something bigger outta my life And I been forgotten like the rest So, check itThere's a light at the endOf the tunnelHumble beginningsIn a fight to the finishHangin' on with a grimaceGive the look of GodWhen told faith is fraud'Cause you gave it all you hadSo why won't they applaudWrong againBitter sweetHard to stomach if you love itNot friendBut a puppet with strings attachedDance to the beatOf a dying heartChange your pace'Cause if I keep on movin'I might fing a wayRefrain:I'm aliveI'll give you all my timeI'll put it all on the line, heyFind a way to the lightWhy's there gotta be a testOn every breath I'm holdin'To make itI'll find a way for youThere's a long road,But no one will take itI'll find a wayWhy's there gotta be a testOn every breath I'm holdin'To make itI'll find a way for youThere's a long road,There's a long road,There's a long road,Why won't you take itCan you feel the nails diggingDeep inside of your skinProve yourself until your deadThe end,but you didn't beginAnd if someone doesn't reach outSoon,you might lose it'Cause you humbled yourself just to beProved you can do it, don't do itDon't give up to get it backFuck that,put it to your chestAnd let your hesrt attackCome backI ain't done tryin',you're killin' meSoftly with your words and I love dyin' j five - find the way &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112993093203393232?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112993093203393232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112993093203393232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112993093203393232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112993093203393232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/find-way.html' title='find a way~'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112991238525522681</id><published>2005-10-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:33:05.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well this is it</title><content type='html'>well im still single and staying in every night so that sucks but i did find out that i ship out for basic training on june 29th of 2006 which is awsome i go to Ft. Knox Kentucky for basic training and then for A I T (advanced individual training) i go to Aberdeen Proveing Grounds in Maryland i am doing Armerment repair so i get to fix all the Weapons then play with them to make sure that they work.  So am know known as Private Calvin Heath Wynne or Private Wynne as my recruter calls me. well that all for know im going to go back to being bored out of my mind i will talk to you later.   peace out   Pvt wynne &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112991238525522681?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112991238525522681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112991238525522681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112991238525522681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112991238525522681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-this-is-it.html' title='well this is it'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112982710978060137</id><published>2005-10-20T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:51:49.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey!!!!!! whats up everyone?? nothin here. i just finished packing for vacation. we r leaving in 2 dzayz!! im so excited! well i just got back from mirandas monday aboyut 7:00 hehe. i started cheerleading for SEO minday. i have practice again tonight.i am working on my front tuck, roundoff hand spring tuck...hrad lol well my g-ma and g-pa is here so ill tty all l8tr!luv yahz! mUwAh  -*eMiLy*- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112982710978060137?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112982710978060137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112982710978060137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112982710978060137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112982710978060137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey.html' title='hey!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112975788337726731</id><published>2005-10-19T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:38:03.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, I'm trying to think of something to say.</title><content type='html'>Woo!!!!!!!!! Um, blah,ok. Today Andrew, Miranda, and I went to Franklin Park Mall. We made Andrew try on some shirts.  After going crazy over this HP scarf at JCrew, Mer settled for some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Now she and Andrew are sitting here eating vomit and earthworms while she punches Andrew and threatens to give him charlie horses. Andrew is playing Warcraft. She's insisting that he eat them, or she'll shovethem in his mouth while he's sleeping. Now he's choking. Alas, so is my life.  Lol, tomorrow Ihave senior pictures!!!! I'm not sure if I'm excited or not. It'll be an experience, I can tell y'all that much. Maybe I should go decide on what to wear... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112975788337726731?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112975788337726731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112975788337726731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112975788337726731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112975788337726731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/um-im-trying-to-think-of-something-to.html' title='Um, I&apos;m trying to think of something to say.'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112973956753239261</id><published>2005-10-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:32:47.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Ok it's 2:21 am and once again I find myself depressed and extremely drained of all energy. But it is because there is something wrong with my blood currently which is why I have no energy...and I'm officially depressed which I've been told by actual therapist people....and normally I'd be fine cuz I was drawing, and listening to music. But then I started thinking about all this shit that really bothers me. Like how stressed I am about finding out everything that is physically wrong with me. Which I wont know until Wednesday. Plus I am seriously missing Ashley right now...if all of you even know half the reasons why you'd know how I'm feeling. Plus I'm stuck on a specific spot on my drawing...and I was listening to Sugarcult, and I decided to come and mess with shit on my comp...but did I mention I MISS ASHLEY!......(sigh) anyways I'm so stressed about the doctors and everything.....cuz my blood sugar has been extremely low.....aproximately 43 points to low......plus from May til like now, all those times I'd go without eating for like 3 days has really fucked with my system...so now everything is going to be bad when I do go to the doctors...you'd think now would be the perfect time to say &amp;quot;it can only get better&amp;quot; well I've heard that since fucking May and it has been ahuge spiraling depressing ride til now. Nothing is getting better....only worse...so to all of you optimists out there your wrong. Unless there is like a 4 to 8 month waiting limit for things to get better...but until then I have nothing else to do except sit here and be all fucking depressed and be alone. Normally I'd be ok, cuz I've been around my friends when I need to...except the stress right now is fucking killing me. (sigh) So I'm going to go try and finish out the night without becoming to depressed....but don't worry I'm still fucking breathing... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112973956753239261?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112973956753239261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112973956753239261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112973956753239261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112973956753239261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112965319708555264</id><published>2005-10-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:33:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Begin</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first entry in this online journal thingy. It seems kind of interesting so I might give it a try and see where it goes from there. The apartment stinks right now (but not near as bad as it did earlier) because I was cooking beans today and forgot about them for every bit of 10 minutes and they burnt. I don't know if you have ever smelt the disgusitng stinch that takes the claim as being burnt beans or not, but if you haven't it's something that you should desire to go your entire life without ever knowing.   My son is here with me so that makes me happy! I get him on Thursday and Friday nights (my weekend) and I work2 jobs the rest of the week. Basically my schedule gives me no social life, but right now where I'm at in life it's not that big of an issue. Still some time off to myself or to go out with my friends every once in a while would be nice. I'm single, and have been single ever since I got divorced last February. So I guess that makes it about a year and a half now... or more actually I guess since it's almost September. I'm not exactly sure why I am still single. I think when you're in a relationship for that long (8 years) it just takes you a long time to get over it and also it makes you so much more cautious to get into another relationship. Or at least I think that it should anyways. I do miss the companionship that having that &amp;quot;special someone&amp;quot; in your life brings, but at the same time I refuse to just &amp;quot;settle&amp;quot; for anyone either. I am afraid I have become too picky to let anyone in to this space that I call my world and that I will be single from now until the Lord calls me home. I dunno... sometimes I hate even thinking about it and other times it seems to be all that I can think about. I wish think would've worked out different but I guess you can't change the past and then there's that cliche that all things happen for a reason. For what it's worth though I do miss her, I do think about her constantly, and I do feel bad for her because when I see her I know she's not happy. What can you do though?... You can't make someone want to be with you. You can buy someone's trust. You can't talk you way back into someone's heart.   I was afraid this entry was going to get too long. It's my first so it should be the longest. Right? Right! But a little about me: I'm a dreamer at heart, a philosopher of all aspects in this life, a firm believer that there is some good left in all of us, and a reader of people. I think about the unimportant stuff way too much and just let the important stuff somehow just &amp;quot;happen&amp;quot;. Example: Women say that all they want is a good guy. One they can trust. One that has a sense of humor. One that will treat her right. Where do I get this information from you might ask? Go to any online personals website and browse through the females... it won't take you long and then you'll catch on. Here's my issue though: How many guys do you know that meet that criteria are single? Ok, take that number and compare it to the guys you know that are butt-holes. Now, take the two and compare them and I will guarantee you that the nice-guy to butt-hole ratio is way out of preportion in regards to what women &amp;quot;say&amp;quot; they want. If women really wanted the things they said they did then I know a LOT of guys that wouldn't be single and a lof of butt-holes that would wake up within the usual line of 20 women at their door. Wow, listen to me rant!  Anyways, maybe having an online journal such as this one will help me to release some of this frustration that I have built up inside from all this time of meeting women that tell you they know what they want but are looking for the exact opposite. Maybe this can help me to get off my chest the hard times that I see my friends and loved ones and family members go through and I feel like I have no one to talk to about it. (That's one BIG area I miss of having someone in my life, the ability to share things with). I have God, and I know that should be enough, but sometimes I can't help but feel like it's not. I know He listens to me and I know He loves me, but I just miss physically having someone next to me. Someone to hold and to be close to. To feel them lay their head onyour shoulders. To put your arm around when you're sitting on the couch together watching tv. To call up on the phone and say I miss you and to hear them tell you that they miss you back. To actually &amp;quot;hear&amp;quot; the words &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot;...  Maybe one day. Maybe I will have my someone... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112965319708555264?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112965319708555264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112965319708555264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112965319708555264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112965319708555264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-begin.html' title='So I Begin'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112958558046557254</id><published>2005-10-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:46:20.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!I'm just dropping in to say&amp;quot;I hope you havea wonderful day!&amp;quot;May your morning besunny side up,your afternoon bright too.May the whole daybring good news to you! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112958558046557254?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112958558046557254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112958558046557254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112958558046557254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112958558046557254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112956662955808658</id><published>2005-10-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:30:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>Well to be honest.. i have no clue what to write about, i just really am in the mood for typing so lets see work was ok today, mr bro didnt work with me today, this was my first on my own and i did pretty damn good.. worked a lil overtime..Uhh i went to the new water park a cupple days ago.. That was fun, its weird that mackinaw has a waterpark.... its is a small town..and have big things in it.. but yeah it wasnt to bad.. lol..to life guards hit on me.. that put a smile on my face... I guess when any guy hits on me puts a smile on my face... To be totaly honest.. i dont think im that pretty...Yes i know as soon as most people read this they are gunna shoot me..because most girls dont think they are pretty but ooh well lol.. anyways, Ijust think that im to short.. need bigger boobs..and have a lil flab in my stomick,and hate my ass ....but the army will take care of that haha...but ever since i moved back up in mackinaw for the summer, i have never felt so pretty.. more guys have noticed me in the past month then they ever have in my life.. and good looking guys..there is already some one in my life of course.. but omg i have never felt so noticed.. its really nice.. like a guy at BK told me i was just too cute to be eating BK food.. or a life guard at the water park said i was the cutiest gurl to walk threw there today... i felt really special..sure they are all lines, but im dumb, fall for everything. even if it does mean i will get my heart broken..but anyways.....i cant wait to go back home to flint though.. i miss my daddy lol..but well i guess im gunna go .. i have a day off tomorrow, so am probably just sit here and watch movies hahaha really interesting aint it! lol ttyl buh bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112956662955808658?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112956662955808658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112956662955808658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112956662955808658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112956662955808658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112949832837800674</id><published>2005-10-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:32:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff</title><content type='html'>My blogs are the lamest ones ever but that's ok. Thursday the ...umm...12th I think I'm going to Adventureland with Kelli. Won't that be fun. Uhh.. let's see... nothin too special is happenin with my life... Oh and Jena, I'm workin on that book about unanswerable questions! lol!!! Once again I'mgoing shopping today. Isn't that great? Now I need to tell you about this little black 2 yr old named Sylo or Sylis or Shilo or...somethin I cant pronounce it let alone remember it and anyways me and Taylor were babysittin him and I have scars all over from that little monster of a kid! ok... me and Taylor were watchin7 kids at once! That's hard!Well at least my sister was there to help us.. Ok now on to Izaiah. He's this 7 yr old kid who thinks he can beat me at Mario Cart! I think not! Anywayshe was riding my niece's bike and he got hit by a car but nothin too drastic it didn't even leave a mark. Ok now Jaekwon. He's 3 and Sylo's bro and he's really short and he took off on a big 2 wheeler bike! That was crazy! Ok now on to my nieces Kaeley and Jaidyn. Jaidyn just turned 5 on the 2nd and Kaeley is 6. They were actually the nice ones! Usually I leave with at least a bruise from one of them but nothin that time! Ok now on to Antavion or Stinky. Which ever you prefer. Let's call him Stinky. Ok the reason we call him Stinky is because he always says &amp;quot;stinky bubblegum&amp;quot; really slow with a weird voice. by the way he's 3 and Izaiah's bro. And he's fun. Ok the 7th person is Colton. This white poser lol taylor! He's 14 and my cousin and Taylor's bro. Ok now that's my blog for the day. i'll try to keep you posted on my lame life! c' ya!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112949832837800674?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112949832837800674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112949832837800674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112949832837800674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112949832837800674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-stuff.html' title='Just stuff'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112948117398642914</id><published>2005-10-16T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:46:14.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!</title><content type='html'>OMG am I tired.I was up on this computer till like 330 this morning, then on the phone till 4, then my daughter woke up and never really went back to sleep. I was up till 530 and got up at 8! But, I had a really fun time last night on a chatnetwork started by a best friend :) That was the first time in a long time thats Ive had fun on there.I needed it.   Yesterday was kind of hectic. Makayla had a doc appt, all checked out well, had to get Rx and other crap.Cleaned my house about 15 times.My house has to be clean, Im a nut about that. Its hard to keep up with an 18 month old though.Shes recently learned to go through all my cupboards, empty everything out and spread it all over the house. Mind you, she does this to EVERY cupboard.Shes also got this things with my DVD collection which stands about 57 right now. Yeah, im still tryin to find all of them, seeing as though she &amp;quot;stashes&amp;quot; stuff now. She also like books. I bought her a whole collection and after she spreads them around she will grab one and crawl up on my lap, which I love. I love that shes so smart......I couldnt ask for better. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112948117398642914?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112948117398642914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112948117398642914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112948117398642914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112948117398642914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/tired.html' title='Tired!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112941268332300209</id><published>2005-10-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:44:43.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>         *Kiss*.......*Kiss* *Kiss*.....*Kiss* *Kiss*...*Kiss* *Kiss**Kiss* *Kiss*...*Kiss* *Kiss*.....*Kiss* *Kiss*.......*Kiss* *Kiss*.........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* ........*Kiss* .........*Kiss* ...*Kiss*...*Kiss* .*Kiss*.......*Kiss* ...*Kiss*......*Kiss* ......*Kiss* ...........*Kiss* *Kiss*......*Kiss* .*Kiss*.......*Kiss* ...*Kiss*...*Kiss* .........*Kiss* .........*Kiss* ...*Kiss*...*Kiss* .*Kiss*.......*Kiss* ...*Kiss*......*Kiss* ......*Kiss* ...........*Kiss* *Kiss*......*Kiss* .*Kiss*.......*Kiss* ...*Kiss*...*Kiss* .........*Kiss* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112941268332300209?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112941268332300209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112941268332300209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112941268332300209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112941268332300209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112939413688615223</id><published>2005-10-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:35:38.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>I Haven't blogged any thing recentlyso....I have also noticed how sneaky adn backstabbing girls are. Now i haven't experienced it lately but I have before andi have seen adn watch my friends lately. Whatgets girls to go behind their friends back and sleep with their boyfriends I mean nine out of ten are not going to get anything out of it Not all but soem women don't really hit their prime till their thirties Oh by the way guys are not going to give you the time of day or even respect you if you let them have it with no effort remember you always want what you can't have ot what is ard to getwhere can you find a true honest loyal friend well ladies and getlemen friends are hard to come by so you should apperciate the friends you do have and respect them Girls don't lie and use your so called friends and really don't mess with their boy toys And guys act more like humans than animals i know this does not go to all men but majority  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112939413688615223?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112939413688615223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112939413688615223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112939413688615223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112939413688615223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112932613212808112</id><published>2005-10-14T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:42:12.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Snickers</title><content type='html'>Occasionally you see things that make you chuckle. I was coming home from the store the other day and following a car down the road to my house. It had two bumper stickers that were really more like bumper snickers for the mere fact they made me laugh.  Now, we all know that the U.S. is in a quagmire regarding the war on terror because of our fearless....err make that brainless leader Bushie.....  IRAQ IS ARABIC FOR VIETNAM  Need I say more?  People are quick to take up for their religion, often without thinking. I have mixed thoughts about being religious is a good thing or a bad thing. One sure thing is that people need to be a lot more tolerant of other people's beliefs and open to new ideas. So this leads to the other snicker....  WHERE WOULD JESUS DROP A BOMB?  Very amusing considering I live in the buckle area of the 'Bible Belt' &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112932613212808112?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112932613212808112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112932613212808112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112932613212808112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112932613212808112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/bumper-snickers.html' title='Bumper Snickers'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112930810890819150</id><published>2005-10-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:41:48.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of August 12</title><content type='html'>Hey all - quick entry as I need to go to bed...  Friday night Bob and I had &amp;quot;date night&amp;quot; - dinner and a movie. We saw &amp;quot;Four Brothers&amp;quot; and thought it was great. I particularly liked the car chase setduring a snowstorm at night - icy roads, limited vision, fishtailing - finally something a Minnesotancan relate to! The next day we slept in, were lazy, and finally made it up to the cabin early afternoon, luckily enough in time to meet Bob's great aunts Marti and Marci. They were two of the sweetest little ladies I have met in my life. They are his grandpa Paul's sisters who reside in Coon Rapids and Fergus Falls. When we were saying our goodbyes, Marti asked me my last name, so I told her and explained how it was derived from &amp;quot;Kvittum&amp;quot; and was Norwegian - but I quickly added that I had a good amount of German blood in me too, to which she replied, &amp;quot;Good, that is very important, you know!&amp;quot; So cute. The Sodmans, German through and through, and I mean that in the best possible way.  Afterhis parents left to take the aunties home, Bob wanted to nap at the cabin so I went shopping at the Albertville Outlets and picked up some fun stuff. Unfortunately, afterward, on my drive home, I started having a bit of chest pain that happened every 5 minutes or so (accompanied by heart palpitations), so, to be on the safe side when I reached the cabin me and Bob decided to go to the Monticello hospital to get me checked out. I was hooked up, had blood drawn and tested and had an EKG and everything came out normal. Seems I had, and was feeling, Premature Ventricular Contractions (aka Heart palpitations with pain). I have (or feel - someare more sensitive than other to this)heart palps kind of frequently...but not like this. So anyway, I need to watch my stress level, and avoid caffeine (the second one not hard at all), and I quit smoking June 24 so all is good there. I was also told tofollow up with my primary care physician this week, but rest assured, I feel fine. Following this &amp;quot;episode&amp;quot; we decided to head home rather than back to the cabin, which saddened us both because we were really looking forward to spending time with Bob's parents. Hopefully we will soon.  We have been experiencing what I believe to be PERFECT weather lately. Sun, and &amp;quot;cooler&amp;quot;, in the 60s-70s. Lovin' it. We took advantage of this wonderful weather today, by attending the St. Paul Irish Fair. It was a good time spent with our great friends Carl and Mel. We also happened to run into our former coworkers and friends Carol and Barry, as well as my Uncle Scott and his girlfriend Judith - it's a small town! I've got a photo album up of the day. That's all for now (more than I thought I'd write anyway). Take care y'all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112930810890819150?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112930810890819150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112930810890819150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112930810890819150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112930810890819150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-of-august-12.html' title='Weekend of August 12'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112923960748519831</id><published>2005-10-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:40:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Veranda</title><content type='html'>Wow! My Veranda is looking good! My Uncle is doing a great job. Soon enough it will be finished. I almost can't believe how wonderful it looks. I was up til about 3:41am this morning talking to Mom, and playing spades LOL. We always have a good conversation (My real life Mom as well too). So I had set my alarm for 7:15, before it went off my Uncle and Mom woke me up. I was still tired, but if needed be I was going to get up, but Mom let me lay across her bed, so I slept for another 4 1/2 hrs, that was nice hehehe. Although it was nothing like sleeping in my own bed haha!   Well I better finish daily tasks schedules for my babies (work), so I can post my poem hehehe.  God Bless everyone!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112923960748519831?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112923960748519831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112923960748519831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112923960748519831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112923960748519831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-veranda.html' title='My Veranda'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112922120840019714</id><published>2005-10-13T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:33:28.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah!!! i'm hyper once more!</title><content type='html'>hey yall whats up? notta hurr just hangin' at my house!!! i really wanna know who big_man_on_campus_07 is this is buggin me so0o0 much!! lol. skool is ok its kinda boring but i mean its only the 3rd day! i have a bunch of my friends in my classes but they still suck! i'm sorry ya'll this is a really boring blog intry but i had to know if sumone really told me they loved me in a comment so yeah! bbl ttyl luv yall!!!!!!!!1 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112922120840019714?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112922120840019714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112922120840019714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112922120840019714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112922120840019714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-yeah-im-hyper-once-more.html' title='oh yeah!!! i&apos;m hyper once more!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112915372908386693</id><published>2005-10-12T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:48:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's fight back for this humiliation... crush the coward into ashes...</title><content type='html'>I think everybody has ever had a hard time in her/his life, a moment when suddenly every single reality comes up as if everything has been prepared to open your eyes of what has actually happened. Well, that's may be the way we have to interpret what Coelhowrote inhis Alchemist, that the nature will help us to attain what we've been dreamt of, the TRUTH.   I share this feeling of humiliation with one of my friend whose life has been torn into apart by a mysterious hacker. Yeah, i believe strongly in sisterhood, as women talk with heart without losing their brain. It reminded me of whatshe said the other day,that we were not like men, who were so proud of knowing how good sex is, as if it is everything in life, whichin fact, is not a great deal actually, something everybody can learn even without going to school. I was so surprised to hear that but i strongly agree with it. Well, life is certainlymore precious than that, people ormen who buy such idea must have beenthenarrow minded ones,indeed. They need to learn more about life , they needsome more years to get mature or they may end up as a baby forever. I don't know how they actually gotthatidea, foolish.    Yeah, humiliation is the worst and the most difficult feeling to deal with, especially if we think that we are strong and have a perfect life. It exactly hits the most vulnerable part of our life, our dignity, the feeling of being so vulnerable and weak. A situation in which we feel like we are controlled, exposed and used by others. And it is certainly something that is completely shattered our perception of 'self' about who we are and who we ought to be.   And a first common reaction will be, how could it happen to me, or how could I be so stupid to let it happen? and this despair is even a stronger weapon to kill us, to sink us in our grievance and feeling of being weak. But that's inevitable, a feeling of being so stupid and silly is a normal reaction of those who feel that they've been tricked, cheated, used and hurt by others. We've got sort of feeling that we're gonna crash them into ashes, so they who do that can feel the same grievance and suffering. Butsome people don't havesuch vengeancespiritI guess, may including me and my friend... but still as others say, it is a form of violation shall never be justified.  Well, now , I perfectly understand what she may feel of not ever to forgive, yeah those who do it deserve to be treated like that, coz they are basically coward and immature, they don't have any courage to face the reality elegantly, rather, tryevery single way to achievetheir objective. May be they long for a feeling to conquer, as I believe there is a power relation in women and men relationship. So, does those such persons deserve any respect? not a single dot. yeah may be she is right, thiskind of person is basically sick!!!! or worsely, not even a human..., soulles in a living body.   But, I think we have to do something totally different, as i believe forgiveness is the most powerful strength we have, by doing so, we conquer the suffering which has been brought by such wrongdoing. And we'll set ourselves free and be determined...hopefully.  And like many others do, we share our gratitude and grievance by lightening a cigarette, inhale it while feeling the humiliation and exhale it away as if we don't wanna see it anymore. We can't reverse the time, what has happened stay as a reality, we just need to let ourselvesadmiting that we've experienced a completely bad time and that's it.   In fact, that's life, there are always badpeople and goodpeople around, so we learn how to be aware not to let ourselves being humiliated again for the second time. Good friends are always around, as if nature is so kind to know when do we need a shoulder to cry on, and sisterhood will always good.   Well at least we know, we have to learn to be aware of our own weaknesses, as the coward will always use it for their own interest, an instinct of conquering may be, or demanding a submissiveness, or simply for fun. Well they;re not gonna get it for sure, we'll gonna fight back, as many other women in the world do.   And I found myself laughing at my own stupidity.....while the moonlight is so beautiful outside...and i realise my cigarette has gone out by this chill summer wind...  So all women in the world, let's fight back and get these things right....!!!!!     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112915372908386693?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112915372908386693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112915372908386693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112915372908386693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112915372908386693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-fight-back-for-this-humiliation.html' title='let&apos;s fight back for this humiliation... crush the coward into ashes...'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112913466073739134</id><published>2005-10-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:31:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>If you spin around on your chair really fast things around you will make a lot more sense!!! Today I am doing the dance of me! Last night Patti and I saw the movie &amp;quot;Must Love Dogs&amp;quot; This is a must see! It has a lot of funny parts and some truths about relationships. Today I played my piano, then turned on CMT and danced to some songs. Oops, yes my foot is still broken but it is healing. I am glad to be alive!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112913466073739134?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112913466073739134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112913466073739134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112913466073739134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112913466073739134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112906708473694174</id><published>2005-10-11T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:44:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Oregon Senator Wyden (D)</title><content type='html'>Hon. Senator Wyden:  I approve of your effort to prevent the 'Patriot Act' from abrogating Judge's warrant procedure.  Energy: Please pursue with all your might nuclear power generation of electricity which shall produce Hydrogen (for automotive/heating fuel) in the off-peak hours. My understanding is that new generation nuclear power plants are far safer than Three-Mile Island or Chernobal; if such is the case do, along with colleague Senator Smith, certainly educate Oregonians to the fact, because I feel that there is lingering, unfounded nuclear energy prejudice and that we do not have the luxury of 'letting matters take care of themselves' in due time, but must hurry up the project.   Thank you and G_D Bless! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112906708473694174?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112906708473694174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112906708473694174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112906708473694174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112906708473694174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/letter-to-oregon-senator-wyden-d.html' title='Letter to Oregon Senator Wyden (D)'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112904918298691845</id><published>2005-10-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:46:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, July 11th!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!...Tomorrow i am going to cedar point and Paige is coming with me!...It's going to be a blast! This summer has been very boring so far... for me at least...I want to go back to school just soI can see my friends more often... but otherwiseI don't want to...I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH!..I miss you... Talk to you later!  ~Amy Renee~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112904918298691845?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112904918298691845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112904918298691845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112904918298691845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112904918298691845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-july-11th.html' title='Monday, July 11th!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112898081606044200</id><published>2005-10-10T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:46:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Entry</title><content type='html'>Ya I havent posted since Friday well Saturday I hung out with Kelli... we had some fun at the skate park and hanging out with zach and wee... ON our way home we got in a car wreck I was extermly scared... My first car wreck ever.. Im so sad tho cuz Kellis car is totaled...Went to this church concert once I got home from the rec after that hung out at daves with a whole bunch of people and then went to the park and hung out with kelsey zach and wee... Me and Kelsey went back to her house I stayed there and well ya haha Shellys getting horny! where the shotglass? Inside Joke dont ask... and no its not about getting drunk lol... anyways then I got up Yesterday cleaned for 5 hours which wasnt fun then went and hung out with mack, Kylie, Dave and some other people then went and hung with Michael for a while he is such a stud face.. well anyways today I worked at concessions from 10-4 that was a blast haha then hung out with Vanessa... We went and watched a movie with Michael (little black book) it was good.. then went to the skatepark for awhile and came home... My weekend was a blast, U know u love me... peace out homies &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112898081606044200?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112898081606044200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112898081606044200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112898081606044200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112898081606044200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/cool-entry.html' title='Cool Entry'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112896176814013768</id><published>2005-10-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:29:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts before i hop in bed</title><content type='html'>hey just thought iwrite something before i go off to bed at 6:00 am ,hey this internet thing is so addictive. first thing i did was check and see if this person i wrote a comment to replied,well they didn't yet,second thing i did was go visit this kid page since all i seen was kids anyway.he had al ink to a sight where i saw a 50 cent picture that showed him dressed in dragg if you wanna see i'll try and get a copy i'll post it here mabey &amp;quot; i was trying to get it. it also showed him on some cop squad i think the picture was altered or something. but if you wannt a laugh .it's funny, how come nobody lives in brooklyn like me i'm seeing more and more and more foreighnersand young kids teens, what's up with guys my age do they own computers?and what are they so caught up in they can't get on here sometimes .i made a comment about a band that wanted to get started and i left it on my soundclick.com message board i am also a great counsler when it comes to art and music. i won't go into any details as to what my name is as an artist but if we got to know each other better i mabey let you in on a few secrets. chow.... from your blogger freind titk&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112896176814013768?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112896176814013768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112896176814013768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112896176814013768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112896176814013768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-thoughts-before-i-hop-in-bed.html' title='some thoughts before i hop in bed'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112889374211388975</id><published>2005-10-09T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:35:42.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???my ankle hurts???</title><content type='html'>HEY~HOWS EVRY1 DOIN? IM OK~I GUESS! I HURT MY ANKLE AND ITS HUGE!!!!! I CAN BARELY WALK~IT LOOKS LIKE I HAV A KANKLE~ITS FUGLY!!! LOL!!! NEWAYA~STATE SOFTBALL ASA TOURNEY IS THIS WEEKEND IN HELENA~BUT I PROBALLY WONT B ABLE 2 PLAY CUZ OF MY ANKLE~IT SUX!!!! I STILL HOPE MY TEAM WINS!!! THAT WOULD B SHWEET!!! AND I HOPE MY SISTERS TEAM (U-12) WINS 2!!! THEY HAV A PERTTY GOOD CHANCE OF WINNING!!! WERE ALL GUNA KICK BUTT!!! YAY!! NEWAY~EVRY1 HAV A GR8 REST OF THE SUMMER~ (l) Y'ALLS~SARAH~ GO HEAT!!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112889374211388975?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112889374211388975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112889374211388975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112889374211388975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112889374211388975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-ankle-hurts.html' title='???my ankle hurts???'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112887624609766930</id><published>2005-10-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:44:06.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi novio... Alfredo Barco Torres</title><content type='html'>Walking/backpacking the Camino De Santiago for 3 weeks this summer in Northern Spain, I met the man of my dreams andI couldn't be happier. I have never met someone who understands nor loves me like he does. Here isa picture of my soulmate and the manI'm going to marry, Alfredo Torres of Valencia Spain &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112887624609766930?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112887624609766930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112887624609766930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112887624609766930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112887624609766930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/mi-novio-alfredo-barco-torres.html' title='Mi novio... Alfredo Barco Torres'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112880723045499484</id><published>2005-10-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:33:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>health food</title><content type='html'>right now, i am eating carrots. they are really gross, and they are orange. but i need to eat them. idk why, i just do. so i am..... i think i am gonna be sick. yummmmmmmmm health food. ne ways. i need to finish painting my room. my butt hurts really bad from painting bcuz i keep tippy toe-ing and then squatting. its a good hurt i guess, kinda like eating carrots. but less orange. well i think i am gonna go finish painting so i can sleep in there tommarow.    buh-bye, devon &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112880723045499484?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112880723045499484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112880723045499484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112880723045499484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112880723045499484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/health-food.html' title='health food'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112878933737493252</id><published>2005-10-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:35:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True You</title><content type='html'>This is going to be like a rant this time, because it really bothers me how some people just can't be themselves. I don't even know how it is possible to NOT be yourself, unless you are going through something serious. The first thing is how some people are nice to you when it's just you and them, and then as soon as someone else comes along, they more or less &amp;quot;become&amp;quot; the other person. This goes for groups of people as well. Who are you trying to impress? Not me obviously. If someone doesn't like someone that you can get along with but you don't want them not to like you because you don't not like the person (understood that?) and therefor you act like you don't like that person that they don't like, then it really is the person that is more of a friend that you are loosing.  I believe the truth of the matter is that if there is a group, i doubt that any of them really do act the way they do in the group, but only act that way in the group because that is what they are known for in the group. Yea i know, some people have effects on other people, but it can't be so much that you turn into someone completely different.  The point i'm making is, i don't let other people affect me, i act who i am almost all of the time. There will be the odd occation that i act differently with another person, but thats our relationship, but it isn't really a big change. If you can't be yourself all the time, then do you know who you really are? I know who i am, and i intend to stay who i am. ( I know i've been talking about how i change, but this is through experiences, hopefully a change for the better.  And then they are those people who you are close to, and then you all get into a fight and most of the timeyou are doing something out of character, but due to stubborness on the other person's behalf, they believe that is who you are, that that ONE little thing that you did wrong, is how you live your life. These people need shooting. They have no knowledge of forgiveness and truthfully, it is better that that happened, because it is the other person who thinks you are a jerk, that is the real jerk.  And finally, those people who go though and experience or &amp;quot;fall in love&amp;quot; and think that how they delt with it was wrong and that they should become a different person. Someone who may have been quiet and kept to themselves may end up trying to get attention by being rather social. If you don't have the strength to get over it and be the person who everyone loved before, then you deseve a pitiful life....or maybe you don't because you can't handle the truth!!!  Oh and that reminds me, hypocrites piss me off. I'll give an example,the hypocrite is having a goo dlife right now, has abf/gf, good friends blah blah blah,but has one problem, you, you and then are having a squabble or whatever, &amp;quot;competing on something and the hypocrite wins, and they say &amp;quot;Grow up man&amp;quot;. But as soon as they loose it all, they are even lower than you. By this time you probably have grown up way more than they have for a long while. All you can do is look down on them. (Dun know if you understood ne of that).  Well thats it from me for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112878933737493252?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112878933737493252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112878933737493252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112878933737493252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112878933737493252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/true-you.html' title='The True You'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112872169235651588</id><published>2005-10-07T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:48:12.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people will b*tch about anything..</title><content type='html'>so Granite City just passed this new law banning indoor furniture being used as lawn furniture.....good idea right?! Wrong! you wouldn't believe all of the bullsh*t reasons people came up with to make this good idea look bad.......i don't know i guess the people around here like being labeled as 'trashy'...and this being one of the least desirable town to live in. Come on people i know the economy is sh*tty, but you can get a plastic lawn chair at wally world for like 3 bux.......people will b*tch about anything &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112872169235651588?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112872169235651588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112872169235651588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112872169235651588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112872169235651588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-will-btch-about-anything.html' title='people will b*tch about anything..'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112870331061912187</id><published>2005-10-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:41:50.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of final</title><content type='html'>please pray for me........i wanna pass this cos i don't wanna see Aj jhonny anymore............i hate intertrade.....why people have to trade T-T also krugman, H-O etc thank god that i decided not to go to BE &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112870331061912187?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112870331061912187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112870331061912187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112870331061912187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112870331061912187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-day-of-final.html' title='last day of final'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112861657425670087</id><published>2005-10-06T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:36:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon...</title><content type='html'> Well I made a large mistake today. I decided to purchase the new Nine Inch Nails album &amp;quot;With Teeth&amp;quot;. After hearing the brilliant songs &amp;quot;The Hand that Feeds&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Only&amp;quot; I felt compelled to purchase this album, having never purchased a Nine Inch Nails album in the past. It was a mistake to be sure.  Alot of it was boring and just really useless but I'd have to say six of the thirteen songs are good.  It's much like the new Gorillaz album. Everything up to track six, &amp;quot;Feel Good Inc.&amp;quot; is crap but the rest is great.  It makes me think alot about the album we are making, and we as in Mike, Rich, and dear old Piers. I wonder how people will respond to it. It will be released on the internet via this blog and several message boards, and especially My Space.  All eleven tracks will be free to download and I will even provide printable liner notes and lyrics. When the album does come out (release date is so far unknown) I suggest you listen to it either in order or in backwards order. Before the album comes out I will have a single ready with a b-side not found on the album. The first single is not secured either but... I have high hopes on 'Pistol Lenning'. This song sports an excellent little riff and a catchy guitar solo that I, yes I, dear Piers, wrote all by himself while the others weren't looking in my direction.    Warning: Do Not Purchase 'With Teeth', only purchase 'The Hand that Feeds' single. Infact, why don't you save your dear pound for the 'Do You Want To' single out Sep. 19th? (And who's the fucking idiot who rated 'A Near Death' Music List. No one, besides Mike, Rich, and dear Piers have heard it so..) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112861657425670087?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112861657425670087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112861657425670087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112861657425670087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112861657425670087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/clutching-forks-and-knives-to-eat.html' title='Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon...'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112854865297886034</id><published>2005-10-05T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:44:12.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-huh</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Are you in the database lecture?&amp;quot; he asked in Mandarin. &amp;quot;Uh-huh.&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Is in the room 303?&amp;quot; Again in Mandarin. &amp;quot;Uh-huh.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Do you know how to select a seminar topic?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don't know.&amp;quot; I finally replied in Mandarin.  Top 3 Favorite Sentences in a Quasi Mandarin Conversation 3. &amp;quot;I don't know.&amp;quot;   2. &amp;quot;eh.... ok&amp;quot;  1. &amp;quot;uh-huh&amp;quot;  Its only Top 3 because I don't really use more than those 3 sentences often in a conversation. Now I know that my Mandarin is bad, but I had always thought that I could understand it but not speak it. I was so wrong, told my housemate that and now she converses solely in Mandarin. She's from Taiwan and I realize that I don't understand some of the things she's saying. So I try tolisten for keywords in her sentence and whenever she finishes a sentence and looks at me like she's expecting a reply, I'm randomly select a reply from my favorite top 3. I washoping that maybe I'll get a chance to improve on my Mandarin this semester, but its too late for that now...   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112854865297886034?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112854865297886034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112854865297886034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112854865297886034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112854865297886034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/uh-huh_05.html' title='Uh-huh'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112852995975163862</id><published>2005-10-05T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:32:39.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENTING</title><content type='html'>Everyone is entiled to his or her opinion. I for one, like to express mine now and then. Thank goodness we live in a society that allows us to do so with no reprecussions. However, I (and this is just my opinion, lol) think it is just wrong to leave a comment on some one's blog that is degrading. Hasn't happened to me, yet. All of the people that have visited my blog have been very nice and friendly. I do encourage comments from all who visit, good or bad.   Just visited a blog that I visit often and was reading the blog and the comments. The one comment that got my ire up was just wrong! They insinuated that becasue of this person's age, they had no business blogging, they should have other things to do. Is blogging reserved for only the &amp;quot;young&amp;quot;? They said a few other things as well, that I just won't get into.  Yesterday I watched part of the Dr. Phil show and it was about bullies, and how they were now using the internet chat rooms and e-mails to continue to bully outside of school. That is exactly what this person did, bully.  I couldn't go to this person's blog (if they have one, for what would they be doing sitting at a computer all day?) because they didn't leave their url, to respond to them personally. I reacted in the heat of the moment and left a commment for themon the space they visited, but will probably never see, for why would they return there again.  OK, climbing down off my soap box for now! Thanks for indulging me. Hope you all have a wondeful day. Take care and God bless. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112852995975163862?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112852995975163862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112852995975163862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112852995975163862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112852995975163862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/venting.html' title='VENTING'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112846176578828827</id><published>2005-10-04T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:36:05.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>I am finally done! Everything has been put away and the floors have been vacuumed. Now I can begin my sub job search in earnest. Ella was right, the kitchen is ugly; but it's so much more user friendly than my last one. I ended up painting seven canvases for the apartment. Who knew I had it in me?! I think they turned out pretty well. And we've got plants! Three of them! I am psyched! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112846176578828827?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112846176578828827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112846176578828827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112846176578828827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112846176578828827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112837542113729050</id><published>2005-10-03T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:37:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does god do for fun?</title><content type='html'>First let me add a disclaimer. I am not a religious person. I was raised Missouri Synod Lutheran, converted to Hard Shell Southern Baptist, dropped that in favor of agnosticism, dabbled in Buddhism and New Age...so this is personal questioning for me, rather than citing chapter and verse.  Do you ever wonder what God does for fun?  Well, if you go along with what Buddhists and eco-theologists and string-theory physicists are saying, we are all a dancing bundle of energy, totally interconnected with the rest of the universe.  So far so good. If you take that a step further, for a Godhead to be present in all of this, I believe that Awareness must be present.--I still struggle with the whole gender thing for god. &amp;quot;He&amp;quot; is much too patriarchal, and &amp;quot;she&amp;quot; is way too presumptious, &amp;quot;it&amp;quot; is much too impersonal, and the &amp;quot;he/she/it&amp;quot; is just too awkward to mouth.--Allow me to substitute Awareness, orjust A for short.  To continue. If we are all part of A, and A has awareness, as I believe A does, then we must be aware, too, right? Not necessarily. Some believe in a convenient sort of voluntary amnesia. A new age channelled book, &amp;quot;Re-member&amp;quot; (by Steve Rother and the Group) starts with the dedication, &amp;quot;If only you could see yourselves for even a brief moment from our perspective, you would re-member Home and your true heritage. Perhaps then you would treat yourselves and each other as the masters you truly are.&amp;quot;  This theme is a common one. A beautiful quote from Little Gidding by T.S. Eliot says: &amp;quot;We shall not cease from our exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.&amp;quot;  But we if are still part of the total Awareness, even though we forget that we are, then what we do must, in part, mirror the Greater?And can this portray, at times, an omnipotent cruelty.   For example, I think insects get a bum deal in our world. I remember as a youngster stirring up ant nests just to see them scurry about in panic.In arecent book (Lost Night by Rachel Howard), a young woman works through the horror of her father's murder by methodically killing hordes of bees--she worked through a lot of bee bodiesthat summer in the name of &amp;quot;scientific experiments&amp;quot;.  Is all this so different from the saga of Noah and the flood? I wonder. And if so,was there some sort of a cosmic remorse at play with that rainbow thing, or simply a, &amp;quot;oh well, that one didn't work&amp;quot;...  Which leads me to my original question. What does god do for fun? Hell if I know. But in the immortal words of When Sally meets Harry, &amp;quot;I'll have some of what she's having!&amp;quot;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112837542113729050?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112837542113729050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112837542113729050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112837542113729050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112837542113729050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-does-god-do-for-fun.html' title='What does god do for fun?'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112828937365501224</id><published>2005-10-02T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:42:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Hey people, guess what! It's raining outside! It's been raining since around noon (it's about 5 PM as I type this), and it shows no sign of letting up! If any of you recall (which I highly doubt) last May, the plains around here were flooded with 6 hours of non-stop downpour. This led to large-scale flooding of many roads and we even had school cancelled for a day! Well this time, it doesn't seem like the rain is quite as heavy as it was in May, but it has good strength and mine and my neighbors' ditches are flooding. How cool is that? Now I get to throw the ball into the lake in front of my house and make the dog swim for it! Well, enough bringing light to a dreary, rainy day, I'm signing off. Later! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112828937365501224?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112828937365501224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112828937365501224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112828937365501224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112828937365501224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112827091331460170</id><published>2005-10-02T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:35:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the heart (a poem for the song Her Most Beautiful Smile)</title><content type='html'> Sadness flows eternally as if a dark cloud extends above the great seas, oceans and lands that we see... the dark clouds seep deep into the sky as if intertwined with existence but when the dark clouds part it will not be sunshine that shines through but a light of a different kind, a joyous light from which all sadness is cleared and all is yet again good in the world. A gentle understanding resounds within the world once again... once again peace fills the hearts of all. A peace that is recognizable one that has once filled our hearts before... a peace that we can accept...a peace that over flows with the joy and kindness that mankind has forgotten but has never lost hope for... for now it has been given back to us anew... a new peace... a new solitude...one that fills the gaping wounds of our hearts... a peace we thought we could only find in our most wildest dreams...yet...here we are... feeling the peace we so dearly missed... here we are letting the wounds heal and our hearts restored... P.S I just edited this poem to make it longer..its my edit from a class im taking and i will be updating it again and reposting it when it is finished &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112827091331460170?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112827091331460170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112827091331460170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112827091331460170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112827091331460170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-heart-poem-for-song-her-most.html' title='From the heart (a poem for the song Her Most Beautiful Smile)'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112820214465914319</id><published>2005-10-01T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:29:04.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lifetime of youth, only a fragment of a lifetime...</title><content type='html'>Praise Assembly Youth ! We've been through so so so much throughout the past few years(probably more for you guys but few years is all I had with you all) . From Aunty Joanne's scary look to Pastor Andy doing crazy stuffs to Sister Betty always feeding us with food... Trully you guys are the 1 thing that I am not sure of to let go, but with God as your guide and as mine, I am glad to be able to let you all take things to the next level. Sometimes I strive so hard for you guys that I the little things in that little giggle is all it takes to make us remember, in 20 years time, who we were. I thank God that although we are not as closely knit together as we might hope to be, but He is still real. I thank God that through the little talks that we all have, you guys leave a footprint in my heart. Yesterday and today was great, this sleepover thing might seem to be a crust in the whole pie of having our very own youth camp, but i tell you, in our time we might not have the desired camp, but this sleepover might determine the tradition of the up and rising Sunday School kids... One day we might look back and say tothe participantswith thanksgiving to God, in a Praise Assembly youth camp, &amp;quot; This camp you see right now, began with nothing at$ all, all we had were ice-cream games, and by the grace of God, that little scoop ofice-cream Sarah fed to JoonKol's shirt became the glue to our friendship and unity among us were concieved from that day on...&amp;quot; So as Uncle Alec shared, as little as anything might be, do not, NEVER, take it lightly... Because Jesus Himself was borned in a stable with hays all around... Never doubt what God can do for/with/through you, youths.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112820214465914319?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112820214465914319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112820214465914319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112820214465914319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112820214465914319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifetime-of-youth-only-fragment-of.html' title='A lifetime of youth, only a fragment of a lifetime...'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112818483769280572</id><published>2005-10-01T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:40:37.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh</title><content type='html'>It is 2:15 in the morning and i cant sleep at all, i have wat to much shit on my mind. Today when is it time to wake up and do whatever in the day ans just be up and going, well i have to let go and say goodbye to the love of my life. He is leaving me for 6 months. I am not ready for this at all. I dont know how i am going to act when it is that exact time to say goodbye. I dont know if i can say goodbye to him. I don't know if i am going to cry or just sit there. I hate goodbye's, there never fun at all. HE tells me dont look at it as 6 months just look at it as 180 days. Shit either way it is way to long away from me. I knew this day wazs comming though, but i dodnt know how soon it would be here and it came up right before my eyes and just skuck up in front of me. Well I am off to bed for know, PEace to everyone for now!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112818483769280572?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112818483769280572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112818483769280572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112818483769280572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112818483769280572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/10/uh-huh.html' title='Uh huh'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112811610199255583</id><published>2005-09-30T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:35:02.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do with Friends? So I run into theseold friends from school... Right? Well they go &amp;quot;Hope Hope, I miss You!! Where have you been and what are you doing lately? Are you really married? You're not moving far away are you? :( blah blah blah... &amp;quot;  Reply: Do you seriously think I believe you missed me that much? I've been in the house in the same city as I was before! Yes I'm really married genius, didn't you see the pic and everything in the newspaper? What diff does it make if I move far away... You're never gonna call and I will prolly never see you again! ... They never seriously wanna do something and never call, are always busy if I call them and we both know we prolly won't even see each other again unless we accidentally run into each other! Then why are they so happy to see me and are all nice saying&amp;quot; I wondered what happened to you and wanted to see you... Talk to you later!&amp;quot; . . .Talk to you later? Yeah Right! WHY? Am I just too stupid tocomprehend humans at least a tiny bit? Friends I never see and prolly will never see again, so so excited to see me and talk forever and say well good seeing you talk to you later... ? ? ?  I've been stumped on this for a couple days... ... ... ~ PrInCeSs GaTo &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112811610199255583?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112811610199255583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112811610199255583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112811610199255583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112811610199255583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112809820575198915</id><published>2005-09-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:36:45.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resident evil is mesmerizing</title><content type='html'>I love Resident evil four. It is so cool and mesmerizing @.@. God it's fuckign trippy it's like a drug. I love it!!! I'm gonna marry it. I got attacked by this big guy and he turned all freaky and shit. Oh and the things in re4 are not zombies, They are towns people. Off to play more !!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112809820575198915?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112809820575198915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112809820575198915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112809820575198915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112809820575198915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/resident-evil-is-mesmerizing.html' title='Resident evil is mesmerizing'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112801191318748041</id><published>2005-09-29T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:38:33.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Talent</title><content type='html'> .because the saddest thing in the world is wasted talent - Sonny, ABronx Tale  There are numerous examples of people who discovered hidden talents within themselves much later in life. A successful painter named Grandma Moses didnt start painting until she was eighty years old. Colonel Saunders opened his first KFC store at age sixty-five. I even read an article about a man who completed his first marathon at age seventy.   Its only recently, at age thirty-eight that I discovered I had a hidden talent. And writing is not that hidden talent of which I speak. In fact, Im certain that this blog will completely suck in less than one week unless I actually get a date.  No, the talent that Im talking about is one that I stumbled upon by accident. The other day I was proudly telling a female co-worker the story about how I almost managed to romance a telemarketer over the phone. Any time in the past when I bragged of my machismo, this female co-worker would immediately roll her eyes and respond with a simple Yeah, right!. But this time was different. Instead of rolling her eyes and mocking my juvenile antics, she actually said, You know what, I can see that happening. There was no hint of sarcasm or disbelief in her voice. Shocked by her response, I said What do you mean? She hesitated to offer a response but then said, Wellyou kind of have a sexy voice over the phone. Then I fully expected her to offer her standard but which usually follows the rare compliments that she gives. I was ready for a but your voice is grating as hell in person, or maybe: but its a shame you have no looks or personality to match your voice. But surprisingly enough, she withheld her but this time. Im sure she had a thousand buts that immediately came to mind but maybe she decided it wouldnt hurt to massage my ego just a little bit. After all, my ego, at this point, is more bruised than the arm of a heroin addict.   Her revelation got me thinking. I needed to find a dating service that would focus on my voice rather than my looks or personality. I figured there had to be something out there. My search ended at about 11:30 on Monday night. I was watching TV and saw a commercial for a telephone dating line. It didnt appear to be the type of line where a fifty-year old hag is providing dirty-talk to male callers. It seemed like a legitimate service to help single people find other single people in their area.   Since I had made a commitment to myself to leave no stone unturned in my quest for dates, I decided to give the phone line a try. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number on the screen. The automated operator welcomed me and explained how the line operated and of course, offered three different subscription plans to choose from. For the low price of $19.99, I could get sixty minutes of talk time. For the big spenders, or the big talkers as the case may be, there were economies to be achieved by purchasing the best package of three hundred minutes for $59.99. I didnt imagine myself spending more than fifteen minutes on this line, let alone three hundred minutes, so I went with the basic package for $19.99. A nice woman took my credit card info, wished me luck, and sent me into the action as they call it.   The service was easy enough to use. It prompted me to record a greeting and include my name, location, and a brief description of myself including my hobbies and/or occupation. Still a little uncomfortable with this whole concept, I was hesitant to offer my real name or location. So I called myself Mike and I was calling from the east coast. When I gave a basic description of myself, I felt no need to embellish or exaggerate in any way since I was fairly certain that the ladies on this line were not card carrying members of beautifulpeople.com. In fact, I may very well be considered a hottie among these gals. I took a pass on offering my hobbies and/or occupation and I ran with just my name, physical description and location. I pressed the number three to finalize my greeting and off I went into the action.   I had the option to chat with just the local ladies or take my conversation nationwide. After my dismal failure on e-harmony, I figured it was best to take advantage of the broadest search possible. So I pressed the number two on my phone and I was on my way to meeting girls throughout this great land. The system started playing the recorded greetings from potential dates. They all sounded somewhat similar. Most offered what were probably exaggerated descriptions of themselves. Many enjoyed movies, dining out, walking on the beach, blah blah blah. And there seemed to be a disproportionate number of women who also enjoyed fishin, huntin, and NASCAR.   After about two minutes of listening to greetings from a variety of women, I started to get responses to my greeting. The first two were innocent enough  girls who were bored in their hometown and were looking to meet some new men. But what followed was considerably more interesting.  Writers Note: Up until this point, Ive been able to maintain a PG-13 rating for my blog. Unfortunately, the remainder of this entry will push the blog well into NC-17 territory.  I started to get responses from woman who had called the line trying to have some friendly conversation but found themselves a little worked up when they heard my voice. I thought it was a fluke so I listened for more responses. Soon I was getting such a steady flow of responses that I wasnt able to listen to any new greetings. All of the responding ladies seemed more interested in my voice than my physical description. Most of these women request that Iumhelp them that evening.  So being the giving soul that I am, I decided to offer my services. I randomly selected one of the ladies in need of assistance. I dont remember her name but she was from somewhere in western Pennsylvania. I input the appropriate digits to connect with this young lady and soon we were exchanging pleasantries and having a nice conversation. She quickly wanted to bypass any further pleasantries and just wanted to hear me talk to her a bit more seductively. So I obliged. I was more than a little uncomfortable and I was stumbling over my words but she appeared quite pleased. In fact, she was so pleased that she reached what one might call her ultimate level of satisfaction in no time at all. She then thanked me and we said goodbye.  Was it possible that I stumbled across some twisted hidden talent that I possessed? I never really cared much for my voice. I always felt that it sounded something like a baritone rat might sound if he were yelling into a tunnel. I had always cringed when I heard my own voice in a recording. But I guess its possible, that after years of drinking and spending way too much time in bars, my voice developed a bit of a smokey quality that these chicks were digginor these women didnt have any men within 300 miles of themor possibly, they were incarcerated. But I like to think they were just diggin my voice.   So after I disconnected from that caller, I returned to the action and found a number of women queued up and waiting to experience my vocal prowess. Feeling considerably more confident by this point, I wanted to step up my game. I quickly found some inspiration when I thought to myself how would Barry White or Teddy Pendergrass handle these ladies? So for the next two hours, with my best Barry/Teddy delivery, I entertained several women. I even had to break down and purchase the more economical call package for $59.99 in order to keep the party going.  After successfully conquering three women, I had received a message from my most enthusiastic respondent yet. She was 29 year-old from North Carolina. She said, I dont know who you are but your greeting alone almost got me where I need to be. Baby, you could probably read me the phone book and it would sound hot. I couldnt pass up this opportunity. I quickly pressed the proper digits, which was becoming second nature to me, and we connected. Feeling over confident and even a bit giddy, I figured I would test her theory. So I ran upstairs and grabbed the white pages. I kicked off our conversation with Aaba Acquisition Corp. and worked my way through Acme Plumbing &amp;amp; Heating. And in some bizarre way, she found this enticing. Since I had difficulty pulling this off without laughing hysterically, I had to put down the white pages and slip back into Barry/Teddy mode. A few minutes later, I had another satisfied customer.  I had enough energy for one more conversation. I selected a twenty-five year old named Joanne from a town in Florida that Ive never heard of and may not even exist. I did my thing, she loved it, and we even had a normal conversation afterward. We actually hit it off. We even made plans for a second phone date. We exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to call each other directly.  And since I am really, really struggling with this whole dating thing, I will be counting my next phone date with Joanne as the first of my targeted twenty-five dates.  One down.twenty-four to go! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112801191318748041?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112801191318748041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112801191318748041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112801191318748041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112801191318748041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/wasted-talent.html' title='Wasted Talent'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112794297548824755</id><published>2005-09-28T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:29:35.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajista Idiota</title><content type='html'>Tu existias en esta vida mia Ay veces que no te conosco.. Ay veces que te odio.. Y ay veces que mi mundo eres tu.. Poco a poco me olvido de ti. Pasa el tiempo.. ..las horas no demoran.. y tu imajen se borra de mi ser. Aun no me siento completa.. ..tu eres frajil.. te odio por esa razon.. ignoras nuestros problemas. Sigue soniando,  Veras que este suenio es mentira.. despertaras en una pesadilla. Como quisiera dicirte que te quiero.. ...aunque me lastima tu presencia.. Esto me hace preguntar.. &amp;quot;es amor lo que tu sientes por m?&amp;quot; El amor lo demuestras cuanto me besas, me abrazas, y me dices que no puedes vivir sin mi. Oye mi amor al caso no te he contado que yo me muero sin ti? Entoces por que mientes al dicirle ha ELLa que no me quieres? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112794297548824755?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112794297548824755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112794297548824755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112794297548824755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112794297548824755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/bajista-idiota.html' title='Bajista Idiota'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112785720469484016</id><published>2005-09-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:40:04.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey whats up? whats been the most exciting thing you've done this summer? Me, i think it would have to be going to Florida for vacation and i got the cutest skirt and i'm taking it to Florida!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112785720469484016?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112785720469484016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112785720469484016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112785720469484016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112785720469484016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey_27.html' title='Hey!!!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112783898916733246</id><published>2005-09-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:36:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just want to have fun</title><content type='html'>Girls just want to have fun.... maar soms mag het ook wel eens serieus zijn, en dan moetie niet fun gaan doordoen... Alsie snapt wat ik wil zeggen...  Mja, nu is het constant serieus en da is ni altijd fun, stom boeke, ik heb echt wel regelmatig zin om ze uit het raam te gooien.. mja, aan iedereen de groetjes en probeer een glimlach te verspreiden xxx ::prslfj:: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112783898916733246?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112783898916733246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112783898916733246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112783898916733246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112783898916733246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls-just-want-to-have-fun.html' title='Girls just want to have fun'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112777034076563971</id><published>2005-09-26T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:32:20.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey all!!</title><content type='html'>Hey im at home alone and really bored! i could b @ coreys party but u know i didnt have a ride there i was thinkin about drivin round but parents might notice that i dont have ne gas when they get home. c yalls later!   ~janie~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112777034076563971?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112777034076563971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112777034076563971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112777034076563971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112777034076563971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-all.html' title='hey all!!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112775238743652174</id><published>2005-09-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:33:07.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii all the way!</title><content type='html'>some day I hope to live and visit all tropical places that exist. I was not born to live in this climate! March and it still snowing, that only happens in Canada. As far as my research goes Hawaii is the ideal place to be. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112775238743652174?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112775238743652174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112775238743652174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112775238743652174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112775238743652174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/hawaii-all-way.html' title='Hawaii all the way!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112768493452607971</id><published>2005-09-25T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:48:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 22, 2005</title><content type='html'>Today we are going to Colorado Springs to get Rachaels glasses. They finally came in. If we are lucky we will still have time to find someplace that will put the lenses in them today. Then she could wear the glasses all the way home. That would be cool. I hope they look good on her because we had to order glasses that we have never seen before so we don't know what they look like. I hope that they look good on her. I know that she isn't going to care about what they look like but I do. I also hope that she doesn't tear them up very fast. I also wanted to let you know that for the past couple of nights she has been going to bed with a small bottle of water and doing very well at putting it into her own mouth without help and kind of feeding herself. I say &amp;quot;kind of&amp;quot; because what she really does is chew on it when it is in her mouth. Then she will swallow what is in her mouth. She also seems to like juice a little. I have given her juice a couple of times and every now and then she will actually drink from the bottle instead of just chewing on the nipple. She really is starting to act like a big girl. Update you later. Bye - Bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112768493452607971?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112768493452607971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112768493452607971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112768493452607971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112768493452607971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/july-22-2005.html' title='July 22, 2005'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112766606270102254</id><published>2005-09-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:34:22.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>presentation</title><content type='html'>great, i'm doomed, i have to re-do the presentation tmrrw, since i suck at french. I got my speech written, but i'm not sure if we are allowed to use it....:S great i'm sooo over. my life is over. i have no idea wat to say. I have no idea how to pronounce those french words!! ARGH! godness, i'm so over! OVER!. i don't think i'll be able to memorize my speech, since it's too hard for me! GOSH! am i allowed to just read it off the paper?? plzz?!!! that would reli RELI help me.Hate my hum grade, just totally loathe it!!!!! gosh! so clothe to A, but i didn't get A!!!! ARGHH! i'm going crazy. My grades are killing me, hallooooo!! pulleezz! it's almost the end of skool! y do we have to do the stupid french presentation!?? it's giving me lots of pressure=_=. Ok i think i will go and memorize my speech now  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112766606270102254?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112766606270102254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112766606270102254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112766606270102254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112766606270102254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/presentation.html' title='presentation'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112759423434518589</id><published>2005-09-24T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:37:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>staying in tonight...at least i hope</title><content type='html'>gosh for the past few nights i've been going out constantly.i'm totally going to stay in tonight.i'm quite tired of it all!!  anyways,will probably read my textbooks or william faulkner.haha.O MY GOD my textbooks are so expensive!!!i'm literally broke now.i do have a hundred bucks in the bank but i didn't get my debit card yet in the mail so i dont' know how to get it out.i spent about 400 dollar yesterday on books,and i still need to buy another one,biology,which is about 100 bucks.GOD!!!i'm literally broke now.i have less 20 dollars in my wallet and i owe my friend 30 dollars.WHAT AM I GOING TO DO??not fair,not fair.   !!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112759423434518589?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112759423434518589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112759423434518589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112759423434518589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112759423434518589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/staying-in-tonightat-least-i-hope.html' title='staying in tonight...at least i hope'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112757665209263153</id><published>2005-09-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:44:12.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radical? Ameliorated? No?</title><content type='html'> No Judiciary Independence --&amp;gt; Constitutionality (a Legal State) is impossible No System of Separation of Powers (into legislative, executive and judicial divisions) --&amp;gt;Judiciary Independence is impossible No Multiparty System --&amp;gt; System of Separation of Powers is impossible No Effective Decentralized Home Rule by local government --&amp;gt; Multiparty System is impossible No Economic Independence --&amp;gt; Effective Decentralized Home Rule is impossible -----Peasantry occupies a largest part of Chinese Population----- No efficient agricultural productivity --&amp;gt; Economic Independence of Peasants is impossible, a Mass with political maturity is also impossible  No real Private Ownership of Land --&amp;gt;Efficient agricultural productivity is impossible No Reform --&amp;gt; Thorough Private Ownership of Land is impossible.  Reform is possible. Agrarian reform has been a recurrent theme in history. Radical Reform or Ameliorated Reform?  Under status quo of Chinese Society, ameliorated reform is always regarded as a better solution than radical reform. Marked success in history shows that, since 1980, China has been rapidly and gradually returning land to individual smallholders and promoting market-oriented agriculture by an ameliorated way. Who dare abandon this experience and take a risk, saying: let's doitin a Radical Way? Still that principle goes: a football team will never change its lineup if this order keeps winning goals. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112757665209263153?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112757665209263153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112757665209263153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112757665209263153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112757665209263153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/radical-ameliorated-no.html' title='Radical? Ameliorated? No?'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112750804868602740</id><published>2005-09-23T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:40:48.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......Dunno......</title><content type='html'>I'm not having the best week right now. I have court tomarrow for all the times i skipped school and there threatening to take me from my parents. but I dont think thats going to happen. But yeah not to mention I dont know how me and my boyfriends relationship is going. It seems like it gets good only when its seems to be getting worse. I cant see him as much as i want to. I can hardly talk to him on the phone cause hes always busy or tells me to call him back. He'll never understand or see how much i do care about him and want to be with him. Just because i get jelous of who he talks to or see's doesnt mean anything. Its just I dunno. I gues i'm just a very jelous person and i dont like for other girls to be all over him or call him. But he doesnt seem to care.   He says I'm pushing him away well hes pushing me away it seems to me. Its wutever. I'm dont talking. I got stuff to do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112750804868602740?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112750804868602740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112750804868602740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112750804868602740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112750804868602740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/dunno.html' title='......Dunno......'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112748954896276292</id><published>2005-09-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:32:29.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTY</title><content type='html'>PALE FOUNDATION  Lighter foundation than your skin tone is a trend that is fast catching on .but is a difficut one to achieve .You have to ensure proper coverage ,especially on the face and neck (otherwise ,you'll look as thought you are wearing a face mask ,) EYELINER (LIQUID)  Liquid eyeliner is one of the most popular trends in Dubai .if you want to bring in subtle changes to your look ,simply use a different colour of eyeline such as navy blue or dark green . PINK BLUSH  This is very fashionable at the moment Pink gives skin a healthy glow .choose a pink blush with a slight shimmer to add freshness to your look . SMOKY EYES   Thankfully,this never went to out of fashion . Somky eyes work well for a sultry evening look .whether you use black ,brown or grey ,the trick is to blend well. BLIE EYESHADOW  If liquid eyeliner is not your thing ,opt for the cool blue eyeshadow .if you want to experiment further ,especially into the evening .use a navy blue eyeshadow to create a modern version of the smoky look . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112748954896276292?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112748954896276292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112748954896276292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112748954896276292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112748954896276292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/beauty.html' title='BEAUTY'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112742147989302158</id><published>2005-09-22T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:37:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gunun sarks-silence is easy</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Silence Is Easy&amp;quot;Everybody says that their looking for a shelter, Got a lot to give but I don't know how to help her, I should just let it go till they learn how to grow, And how to liberate.Everybody says that she's looking for a shelter, Got a lot to give but I don't know how I felt her, They should just let it go till these cities learn to grow, And how to liberate.Silence is easy, it just becomes me, You don't even know me, all lie about me.Everybody says that I'm looking for a home now, Looking for a boy or I'm looking for a girl now, I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow, Into a child again.Silence is easy, it just becomes me, You don't even know me, why lie about me.Silence is easy, it just becomes me, You don't even know me, why do you hate me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112742147989302158?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112742147989302158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112742147989302158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112742147989302158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112742147989302158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/gunun-sarks-silence-is-easy.html' title='gunun sarks-silence is easy'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112740299906381930</id><published>2005-09-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:29:59.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stuff on Names</title><content type='html'> How Sexy Is Your Name? Okay, so you may feel skeptical, but why not have a fling with this passion predictor? Lock the doorsor go public and use it to pep up a party! By Shirlee Kiley and Rochelle Gordon To learn what your name reveals about your sex appealwhat turns you on, off, and overlook to the definitions below for both the first and last letters of your given name and/or first name used. While you're at it, why not see what the letters have to say about your mate or lover?   So here are mine below.... ---------------------------------- A You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up-front person. When it comes to sex, it's action that counts, not obscure hints. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important to you. You find the chase and challenge of the &amp;quot;hunt&amp;quot; envigorating. You are passionate and sexual, as well as being much more adventurous than you appear; however, you do not go around advertising these qualities. Your physical needs are your primary concern.   G You are fastidious, seeking perfection within yourself and your lover. You respond to a lover who is your intellectual equal or superior, and one who can enhance your status. You are sensuous and know how to reach the peak of erotic stimulation, because you work at it meticulously. You can be extremely active sexuallythat is, when you find the time. Your duties and responsibilities take precedence over everything else. You may have difficulty getting emotionally close to a lover, but no trouble getting close sexually.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112740299906381930?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112740299906381930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112740299906381930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112740299906381930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112740299906381930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-stuff-on-names.html' title='More Stuff on Names'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112733499502208064</id><published>2005-09-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:36:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band news</title><content type='html'>Well, we still aren't practicing, but we have decided on the name of our band : Exanastasis  Exanastasis is greek for 'Ressurection'. While listening to Parakletos, I thought that I will type down the lyrics of our first song. These may change a little bit, since I wrote them to the original guitar part, and we have shifted and extended it in parts.  Mission Status Extremis (Black ship)  You shall see Catastrophe In his life And his death for our fee By Him we're deemed Forgiven, redeemed The defeater of death Our cure for disease Our paths shall lie Under the skies Between the heavens Yet some can defy? With minds incurled Rolled chaos unfurled Clasped onto pleasures Of plagues of this world.  The worldly roam Making the world home Persuaded by sin A cruel co-operation.  Turning from his path Loneliness abides this choice To wait until the traption door releases To accept painful death... Or admit their wrongs And break free of the noose... Eternal Life.  And take part Of rulership When this world dies And we recieve New Heaven Where Pain and fear Are destroyed eternal.  Unseen by eyes And yet felt in our begotten hearts Unseeable light Cleansed so beutifully within my soul. Redeemed My heart was a black ship...  Winds may cry The worldly desire The beckoning of the things of this world. Yet you can be strong Released from your throng Sailing to a destination. With arms at hand No black fleet can stand 'Gainst the kingdom of Jesus Christ, heir. With ecclesiast sails Made of faith-cloth mail Our knots will be as uncared hair.  This is where we stand Our calling to you, entrant And when evil parleys We will stand adamant.  No black shall defeat the Lord, Instead he shall be strengthened. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112733499502208064?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112733499502208064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112733499502208064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112733499502208064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112733499502208064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/band-news.html' title='Band news'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112731665346581619</id><published>2005-09-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:30:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-thing</title><content type='html'>All done the thing today downtown and it was pretty boring and a waste of time, but I guess I still kind of enjoyed it. Me 'n emad, with my dad went downtown to meet up with my mom and proceeded to basically just walk around toronto. First we went to this place that sells maps for the trip this summer and it was funnycuz this place was like a hole in the wall FILLED with books, it would have been soo easy to just take one or 5 without anyone noticing, it was actually really funny. Then we went to Mountain Equipment Co-op (lol funny name), and spent FAR TOO LONG there looking at backpacks (also for the trip), so me n emad got really bored and decided it would be funny to take all the clips off of this $378 pack and throw them into the bottom of the bin, so that if someone tried to put it on, there wouldbe nowhere to fasten up anything lol, we had a good laugh at that. Then it was off to Eatons Centre where we looked at some jerseys, and then pretty much left. After everything we ended up at a greek restaurant and it was pretty good. There was this waiter guy (who wasn't our waiter) who kept hovering around the table and would ask if he could clear our plates, but he wasnt actually serving us. He looked very innocent though...anyways my parents ordered some coffee and my dad's wasn't warm enuff, so we thought it would be hilarious if he came andwe threw the(now hot)coffee all over him. We werereally cracking up, anyways he came back to ask if everythingwas ok and me'n emad tried to hold our laughter in, and the second he left we just exploded, it was soooooo funny!Now to something notso funny. I just saw themovie HotelRwanda and I've added it to my&amp;quot;movies to see&amp;quot; list. It's so shocking because and no one would help them. About 800,000 people were slaughtered over a period of about 100 days. I definatelywould suggest that everyone see it, just to be aware of the fact that it did occur. Don Cheadle really shoud have won the oscar, as realistic asJamie Foxx was asRay Charles, Don Cheadlewas just too good not to have been given seriousrecognition. Anyways, I'm about to sleep now, aurebyee &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112731665346581619?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112731665346581619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112731665346581619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112731665346581619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112731665346581619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-thing.html' title='Day-thing'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112724819585500482</id><published>2005-09-20T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:29:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Update</title><content type='html'>This past week Nathan recieved dates and time for our HHG, storage items, and unaccompanied baggage to be pack and picked up. Our housing pre-inspectation is 1 June 2005 and our final housing inspectation is 22 June 2005. If Nathan is finished with his out processing and we pass our final inspectation then we could be leaving New Mexico a couple of day earlyer than we orginally thought. Which means we could have a couple more leave days to see family and firends. The week of 14 June 2005 is when our &amp;quot;house&amp;quot; items begin to get packed and picked up or put in storage.  In more recent news.........in two weeks (03 May 2005) Nathan is testing for SSgt.. Please keep him in your prayers! I am graduating on 06 May 2005 and my birthday is the day before! Hint! Hint! HEHE!!! Our parent's are coming down to see me graduate so their visit is coming soon. I'm glad to be finishing school here in NM. LikeImentioned in an early email Central Texas College is one college that is Rots NS and I plan on taking their Early Chidlhood Program. Once I complete that I will have a Associate in Applied Science in Early Childhood Education, which means I will be able to teach in pre-k schools. Nathan still has plans to attend Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University.  The weather here has been getting hot! We have been in the 80's and it is HOT!!! We haven't had our swapcooler turned on yet so I feel like I am baking in an oven! There is an Air Show tommorrow so check back soon for pictures from the show. Well, that's all for now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112724819585500482?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112724819585500482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112724819585500482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112724819585500482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112724819585500482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-update.html' title='Moving Update'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112723092927533818</id><published>2005-09-20T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:42:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Day!</title><content type='html'>I finally added the outside pictures of the house! Here is the website for the realty company again. You may have to copy and paste.http://www.callcarpenter.com/property/proplist.asp?PRM_MLSNumber=2543693    We made a trip to the zoo today. The pictures aren't that good, but I forgot to charge the batteries last night, so I used the camera sparingly on the lowest megapixel setting. If you get a chance, it is one of the best zoos I've been to.  Audri was chosen out of the crowd at the dolphin show to help the trainer! She got to give hand signals to the dolphin and got soaked in return! I couldn't take any pictures of that, because I was in the splash zone too and didn't want to ruin my camera! She was so happy, but by the end of the day her little feet were tired.  Check out the photos in our album titled Indianapolis Zoo.  Later Days, ~Kelly &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112723092927533818?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112723092927533818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112723092927533818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112723092927533818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112723092927533818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112716211445976707</id><published>2005-09-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:35:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de wet van Murphy</title><content type='html'>Alles wat er mis kan gaan is vandaag ook zo'n beetje misgegaan bij mij...  Wist vanmorgen spontaan niet meer wat ik nu eigenlijk voor werk deed en dan hebben we nog van die oerdomme-acties als de start-knop van het kopieerapparaat indrukken in plaats van die van de fax, want een normaal mens zou dat toch wel handig vinden als hij/zij wil faxen. Ben tijdens het k-stukje van de bushalte naar mijn huis 3x nog-net-niet onderuit gegaan... Lang leve het evenwichts-orgaan zullen we maar zeggen.  Zit nu inmiddels al een tijdje 'veilig' achter mijn pc-tje, doe inmiddels een 3e poging om een entry op mijn blog te krijgen want muts was vergeten de 1e 2 vergeten op te slaan... Dat kon er ook nog wel bij... Ik hoop toch echt dat die pech-dag snel over is... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112716211445976707?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112716211445976707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112716211445976707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112716211445976707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112716211445976707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/de-wet-van-murphy.html' title='de wet van Murphy'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112714413781057316</id><published>2005-09-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:35:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proper Answer</title><content type='html'>The phone rang as I was sitting down to my anticipated evening meal and as I answered it I was greeted with &amp;quot;is this William Wagenhoss&amp;quot; not sounding anything like my name, so I said who is calling? The telemarketer said he was with The Rubber Band Powered Freezer Company or something like that. I then asked him if he knew William personally and why was he calling this number. I then said off to the side,&amp;quot;get really good pictures of the body and all the blood&amp;quot; then turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had entered a murder scene and must stay on the line because we had already traced this call and he would be receiving a summons to appear in the local courthouse to testify in this murder case. I then questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address, phone number at home, at work, who he worked for, how he knew the dead guy and could he prove where he had been about one hour before he made this call. The telemarketer was getting very concerned and his answers were given in a shaky voice. I then told him we had located his position at his work place and the police were entering the building to take him into custody; at that point I heard the phone fall and the scurrying of his running away. My wife asked me as I returned to our table why I had tears streaming down my face and so help me, I couldn't tell her for about 15 minutes.  My meal was cold, but after what I had pulled, very enjoyable. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112714413781057316?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112714413781057316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112714413781057316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112714413781057316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112714413781057316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/proper-answer.html' title='The Proper Answer'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112707587475653957</id><published>2005-09-18T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:37:54.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 Ways to Annoy Your Neighbor</title><content type='html'> &amp;quot;Love your neighbor&amp;quot; said Jesus. F*ck that shit, everyone has an annoying neighbor, these are some ideas how to piss them off.   Kidnap his dog and shave it  Move your garbage/recycling pile to his/her garbage/recycling pile  Play Ding-Dong-Ditch at his house  Prank call him, say u are a stalker, then have your friend talk to you on a walky-talky saying what the guy/girl is doing  Kidnap his dog  Watch porn at high volume  Destroy his garbage/recycling pile  Kidnap his cat and shave it  Burn his lawn  Burn his cat  Spray paint his/her car saying &amp;quot;Just Got Gay Marriage&amp;quot;  Take all the air out of their car's wheels  Break their windows  Take all the air out of their dog  Lean a garbage can full of water on their door, then ring their doorbell  Walk in front of their house in the nude  Throw fire crackers at their house  Egg their house  Shove a fire cracker up their dog's as*  Put poppers under their car's wheels  F*ck their cat  F*ck their wife/husband  Put crap in a paper bag, light it on fire, leave it at their doorstep, and then ring the doorbell  Stick your ass on their bedroom window  S*it on their bedroom window  S*it on their cat  Steal their mail  Knock down their mailbox  Piss down their chimmeny  Piss on their dog  Give them blackmail  S*it on a piece of paper, stick it on an envelope, put it on their mailbox  S*it down their chimmeny  Throw fire crackers down their chimmeny  Piss in their water connection, and while your at it, piss down their cat and dog's throat   There you go!!!  Have fun!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112707587475653957?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112707587475653957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112707587475653957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112707587475653957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112707587475653957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/35-ways-to-annoy-your-neighbor.html' title='35 Ways to Annoy Your Neighbor'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112705795478160477</id><published>2005-09-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:39:14.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...Peace!</title><content type='html'>All visitors have left...5 yr old went home with his grandparents. That leaves me with only 2 kids and the house to myself. It's been so long that I have forgotten what it's like! I had time to actually work on something today.I started AND FINISHED a fabric roller shade for the kitchen window.Tomorrow I will start on the valance. My mom used one of these kits and said she hated it.I thought it was very simple and didn't really take much time at all to complete!  The 3 yr old is having difficulties. He has no idea how to play alone. With his older brother gone at the moment, he is driving me crazy! I had a permanent exta shadow the whole day. Every time I turned around I was tripping over him! He will have to learn how to entertain himself soon because the 5 yr old starts kindgarten on the 24th!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112705795478160477?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112705795478160477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112705795478160477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112705795478160477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112705795478160477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/finallypeace.html' title='Finally...Peace!'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112698950715093734</id><published>2005-09-17T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:38:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Guy Quotes</title><content type='html'>Lois Griffin: Peter, what did you promise me last night?     Peter Griffin: That I wouldn't drink at the stag party.     Lois Griffin: And what did you do?     Peter Griffin: Drank at the stag pa -... Whoa! I almost walked right into that one.  Peter Griffin: Holy crip, he's a cripple.    [riding a circus elephant]     Peter Griffin: Look Lois, the two symbols of the Republican Party: an elephant, and a big fat white guy who is threatened by change  Lois Griffin: You should spend some time with our kids, Peter. And with me.     Peter Griffin: Uh, what could me and you do together?    [Lois giggles]     Peter Griffin: Lois. You've got a sick mind.     Lois Griffin: Peter, I'm talking about making love.     Peter Griffin: Oh. I thought you wanted us to murder the children and harvest their organs for beer money.  Brian Griffin: Hey Bartender! Whose leg do I have to hump to get a dry martini around here?   Lois Griffin: Peter, did you take care of that...     Peter Griffin: What? Oh, my growth! Yeah, I had the doctor look at it.     Doctor: Mr. Griffin, that isn't your growth, that's your penis.     Peter Griffin: What about the...     Doctor: Testicles.  Joe Swanson: Wait a second. What about Peter? He's the one who wanted the trophy all along.     Peter Griffin: I couldn't have stolen it. Last night I was stealing Joe's ladder so I could steal the trophy tonight.     Lois Griffin: Peter!     Peter Griffin: What? It's a ladder. He can't use it. That's like taking a watch off a dead guy.  Peter Griffin: Huh, I wonder what Scooby and the gang are up to?    [Scooby-Doo theme plays]     TV Announcer: We now return to The Scooby-Doo Murder Files.     Fred: Gee whiz, gang. Looks like the killer gutted the victim, strangled him with his own intestines and then dumped the body in the river.    Velma: Jinkies! What a mystery!     Scooby-Doo: [jumps on Shaggy's arms] Arroo!     Fred: You're right Scoob, we're dealing with one sick son of a bitch!   [Cleveland considers killing Quagmire with a baseball bat, while Meg, Chris, Stewie, Lois, and the Emperor Palpatine watch]     Emperor Palpatine: Good. Let the hate flow through you.    [Lois pushes him to the ground and kicks him]     Lois Griffin: You're not helping!  Brian Griffin: Well, Peter, if you plan to pull a party out of your ass, you better stand up  Stewie Griffin: [talking to very old prostitute] So, is there any tread on the tires, or is it like throwing a hot dog down a hallway?  Smurf #1: Yo, Smurf, that party last night was freakin', Smurf!     Smurf #2: You bet your smurf it was!     Smurf #1: Hey, I saw you leaving with Smurfette.     Smurf #2: Yeah. Right when we left the party, she started smurfin' me.     Smurf #2: Shut the smurf up! Right in the smurfing parking lot?     Smurf #2: Oh, yeah.     Smurf #1: That's freakin' smurf!     Smurf #2: You betcha.     Smurf #1: Freakin' smurf.  Machine: You have 113 new messages    [Phone starts to beep]     Lois Griffin: Oh my!     Old Man: Uh, yeah, I was just wondering, uh... where the newspaper boy was.    [beep]     Old Man: Haven't seen the newspaper in a couple days. Wonderin' if he ever gonna come back.    [beep]     Old Man: Guess who? Sorry to leave you so many messages. Just lonely here. Thinkin' about the muscly-armed paperboy. Wishin' he'd come by and bring me some good news.   [beep]     Old Man: Where are you?    [beep]     Old Man: Ah, you're starting to piss me off, you little piggly son of a bitch. Call me.  Chris Griffin: See, my dad's smarter than yours.     Meg Griffin: We have the same dad, lardo.     Chris Griffin: Yeah, but mine's smarter.  Lois Griffin: Peter, this is almost as frustrating as that time you paid all that money to see that &amp;quot;psychic.&amp;quot;     John Edward: [flash to Peter and Lois in audience of John Edward] Does your name begin with an A...     Peter Griffin: No.     John Edward: B? C? D-E-F-H-I-G-K-L-M-N-O-P...     Peter Griffin: P! P! Peter! It's Peter!    [audience applauds]     Peter Griffin: Wow, you are some kind of sorcerer.  Peter Griffin: Oh, you people can kiss the fattest part of my ass.   Peter Griffin: NOOOOOO. Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids. Damn longears, trying to take Easter away from Jesus. Anyway, what was that you were saying?   Lois Griffin: Hello?     Peter Griffin: Lois? I can't take out the garbage because they're keeping me late at the office.     Lois Griffin: Peter, the caller ID says you're calling from the kitchen. In fact... I can see you.     Peter Griffin: Can you see me now?     Lois Griffin: No.     Peter Griffin: Okay, now I'm at the office  Peter Griffin: If I'm a child, that means you're a pedophile, and I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and take this from a pervert.   Peter Griffin: Brian, there's a message in my Alpha Bits. It says &amp;quot;OOOOOO&amp;quot;.     Brian Griffin: Peter, those are Cheerios.  Peter Griffin: I've been watching television so much the shows are starting to run together.     Announcer: [ H for Homicide: Life on Sesame Street] This show contains adult content, and is brought to you by the letter H.     Bert: [answering phone] Hello? Son of a bitch. I'm on my way.    [gets out of bed and gets dressed]     Bert: Some poor bastard got his head blown off down at a place called Hooper's.     Ernie: Bert, I wish you wouldn't drink so much, Bert.     Bert: Well, Ernie, I wish you wouldn't eat cookies in the *damn* bed.     Ernie: Bert, you're shouting again, Bert.  Peter Griffin: [while peeing into a urinal] Fire! Fire! City Hall is burning. Don't worry, I'll put it out.  Jesus: [Talking about a gun] Have you ever held one of these?     Chris Tucker: Have you ever held one of these    [Takes out a joint]  Hooker: Hey     Lois Griffin: Peter, there's a hooker in the bed!     Peter Griffin: Stand still, Lois. Their vision is based on movement    [they stand still]     Hooker: Where did you go?  Tooth #1: I claim this mouth in the name of incisor!     Tooth #2: Not so fast!!     Tooth #1: Ah, bicuspid, we meet again. En garde!  Peter Griffin: [after the British guy explains the rules of Cricket to Peter] Does anyone know what this guy's talking about?     Cleveland: The only British idiom I know is that fag means cigarette.     Peter Griffin: Then would someone tell this cigarette to shut up!   Lois Griffin: [shimmies around] Remember this? Remember?     Peter Griffin: Oh yeah that reminds me, I gotta give myself a breast exam.     Peter Griffin: [reaches into shirt and feels chest] Oh my God, a lump. A lump, oh no a lump, oh God... No, wait, Cheetoh.    [pulls Cheetoh out of shirt and eats it]  Peter Griffin: Joe, I've had new neighbors before but none of them were half the man you are. And since you're half a man already, that splits them into some kind of fraction I can't even measure.  Bob Ross: All right, we are going to use a fan brush here and uh why don't you take some hunter green and we are going to put a happy little bush right down over here in the corner there and that'll just be our little secret and if you tell anyone that that bush is there I will come to your house and I will cut you.  Peter Griffin: Chris, everything I say is a lie. Except that. And that. And that. And that. And that. And that. And that. And that.   [at a job interview]     Interviewer: So where do you see yourself in five years?     Peter Griffin: [thinking to himself &amp;quot;Don't say doing your wife. Don't say doing your wife.&amp;quot;] Doing your, uh, son...  Peter Griffin: Well, fine. Until you put 'Gumbel 2 Gumbel' back on the air, I'm going on a hunger strike. Can you live with that? Huh, can you?&amp;quot;   [brief pause]     Peter Griffin: You gonna eat that stapler?     Network executive: Mr. Griffin, you can't eat a...     Peter Griffin: Wanna split it?  Doctor: Do you have any past injuries, physical anomalies?     Peter Griffin: Well, I didn't have gas for the first time 'til I was 30.    [flashback to Peter in the 1970s, sitting on a beanbag reading]     Peter Griffin: [farting noise]     Peter Griffin: What the hell was that?  Old Man: Hey, muscly arm, why the long face?     Chris: It's this girl. I can't talk to her. It's like girls are a different species or something.     Old Man: Who needs them? You like Popsicles?     Chris: Well, sure.     Old Man: Then you need to come on down to the cellar. I got a whole freezer full of Popsicles.     Chris: No, thanks. I gotta get going.     Old Man: Don't make me beg now.     Chris: You're funny. Bye.     Old Man: Get your fat ass back here.  Peter Griffin: Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it probably runs like you, very homosexually.   Peter Griffin: Oh, I hate it when your mother worries. She usually says things like &amp;quot;I told you so&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Stop doing that, I'm asleep.&amp;quot;   [Peter is receiving communion]     Peter Griffin: Wow, is that really the blood of Christ?     Preacher: Yes.     Peter Griffin: Wow, that guy must've been wasted 24 hours a day, huh?  Lois Griffin: Peter, Stewie peed on the carpet again.     Peter Griffin: Do... do I rub his nose in it?  [Peter has to come up with a fake name on the spot, so he looks around the room to get inspiration]     Peter Griffin: Uh... my name is...    [he sees a pea]     Peter Griffin: Pea...    [he sees a woman crying]     Peter Griffin: ... tear...    [he sees a Griffin fly by]     Peter Griffin: ... Griffin. Peter Griffin.  Peter Griffin: What's wrong, Stewie, don't you wanna pee in the toilet bowl like a big boy? Boy I remember when I learned to use a potty all by myself. I was so proud.   [Flashbacks to one year ago]     Peter Griffin: [Zips up pants] Hey Lois, I did it.   [Hanson has showed up, asking to use the phone]     Peter Griffin: Oh my god. It's the Children of the Corn.  Tom Tucker: Now let's go to Greg The Weather Mime. OK... it's going to be cold... lots of wind... and it looks like parents are going to throw human fecal matter from the rooftops onto their children... oh, GOD. That's awful. No wait, it looks like rain. Yes, rain.  Chris Griffin: Dad, there's a guy outside who says I can't go to school.     Peter Griffin: Yeah? Him and what army?     Chris Griffin: The U.S. Army.     Peter Griffin: ...that's a good army.   [looking at whales]     Chris Griffin: Dad, what's the blowhole for?     Peter Griffin: I'll tell you what it's not for. And when I do, you'll understand why I can never go back to Sea World.   William Shatner: Now men, we are about to go on a very dangerous mission. It is highly likely that one of you will die. The crew that will go with me are Spock, McCoy and Ensign Ricky.    Ensign Ricky: Aw crap.  Young Peter Griffin: Why did all the dinosaurs die?     Museum Curator: Because you touch yourself at night.    [Peter looks down in shame]  Lois Griffin: I'm sorry that Stewie ruined your books. Here, I brought you some of Peter's.     Brian Griffin: 'Mr. T' by Mr. T. 'T and Me' by George Peppard. 'For The Last Time, I'm Not Mr. T' by Ving Rhames.    [shudders]  Meg is trying to get the boy next door to notice her]     Lois Griffin: Meg, you're a sweet, beautiful girl, he'll come around.     Meg Griffin: That's such a mom answer.     Lois Griffin: Well, have you tried showing off the goods? How's that for a mom answer?     Meg Griffin: Creepy.  Luke Skywalker: Okay I'll just make a quick incision here and we'll be all done, Mrs. Wilson.     Ben Kenobi: Luke, use the Force.     Luke Skywalker: Really? Because I was just gonna...     Ben Kenobi: Just use the Force.     Luke Skywalker: Okay!    [Luke's lightsaber floats above Mrs. Wilson and stabs her right through the eye. She starts screaming]     Luke Skywalker: Are you happy?     Ben Kenobi: I've never been happy.  Meg Griffin: Can you please teach me how to drive?     Brian Griffin: Meg, you might want to find a better driver then Peter.     Peter Griffin: What are you talking about? I'm a great driver.     Brian Griffin: Oh, yeah. Remember your trip to the Southwest.    [flashback]     Roadrunner: Meep Meep.    [Peter's car runs over him]     Brian Griffin: Oh my God. Did I just hit that ostrich?     Wile E. Coyote: No.     Peter Griffin: Are you sure?     Wile E. Coyote: Yeah. Keep going.   [observing Brian at a dog race]     Carter Pewterschmidt: Oh my god. He's violating Sea Breeze.     Peter Griffin: No, he's just awkwardly positioning himself... OK, NOW he's violating Sea Breeze.  Peter Griffin: I tried finding my talent like you said. First, I tried art.    [flashback]     Peter Griffin: Am I... am I supposed to draw the penis?     Peter Griffin: Then I tried sculpting.    [flashback]     Peter Griffin: Am I... am I supposed to sculpt the penis?     Peter Griffin: Then I tried music.    [flashback]     Peter Griffin: Am I... am I supposed to conduct with my penis?  Lois Griffin: Peter, there's a naked man on this cake.     Peter Griffin: There were only two cakes left, and trust me, you do not want the one of Al Roker with the Hershey Kiss nipples.  Stewie Griffin: How deliciously evil. It's like something out of Stephen King.    [flashback]     Stephen King: Now for my 300th novel, a couple... uh...    [casts about desperately]     Stephen King: is attacked... by a giant... uh... lamp monster! Oooooooo!     Editor: You're not even trying anymore are you?    [sigh]     Editor: When can I have it?   [Family is talking about Peter's Drinking problem]     Brian Griffin: And remember the time when you had an Irish Coffee before we went to see &amp;quot;Philadelphia&amp;quot;?    [Shows them in a movie theater]     Peter Griffin: Ah, yeah. It's the guy from &amp;quot;Big&amp;quot;. Tom Hanks Everything he says is a Riot.     Tom Hanks: I have AIDS.    [Peter starts laughing uncontrollably]   [Peter has had plastic surgery]     Lois Griffin: Peter, did you get a new buttocks?     Peter Griffin: I had to. My old one had a crack in it.   Meg Griffin: Mom, you can't get a job. The last time you left Dad alone in the house he turned it into a giant puppet.    [Scene switches to Peter yelling in a megaphone while moving the roof of the house up and down]     Peter Griffin: Hey. Hey. Stay out of here. Hey. You better not come in here. I'm the Griffin's house. Bring me a tool shed, for I am hungry.  Brian: Peter, your excuses are lamer than FDR's legs.    [everyone gasps]     Brian: Too soon?   [Peter and Brian have just jumped their car off a flatbed truck like The Dukes of Hazzard]     Peter Griffin: Oh, man. That was great. Hey, maybe next time we can get Meg to be Boss Hogg and Chris can be Anus.     Brian Griffin: Enis.     Peter Griffin: What'd I say?     Brian Griffin: Anus.    [Peter laughs hysterically]  Teacher: In French, to say yes you say oui-oui.    [Peter starts laughing]     Peter Griffin: Oh, man, that's hysterical.    [keeps laughing]     Peter Griffin: Hey, what do you say for no, doo-doo?    [laughs]     Peter Griffin: Hey, I'll be right back. I've got to go take a wicked yes.  Lois Griffin: Peter, I saw a really good deal on a used car in this newspaper.     Peter Griffin: Oh no. I knew a guy who bought a used car through a newspaper. Ten years later, BAM! Herpes.   Peter Griffin: They look at me and see a loser. Except that guy with the lazy eye... He sees a loser and a snack machine.   [&amp;quot;Hollywood Squares&amp;quot; parody]     Contestant: I'll take the dying boy to block.     Tom Bergeron: Ok, Jeremy... is there anything lower than absolute zero?     Jeremy: Uhh, yeah... my white cell count.  Peter Griffin: You're not fat, Chris, you just come from a long line of husky Griffins. Like your great uncle, Jabba the Griffin.    [flashback]     Jabba the Griffin: Mak ya nak ya mook ya wookie nipple pinchy.  Peter Griffin: You all know how observant I am.     TV Announcer: And now back to Star Trek.     Peter Griffin: Holy crap. Uhura's black?  Peter and Lois are dumbfounded after they find Brian masturbating]     Lois: Was he just mas...     Peter: Yes. Do... do I rub his nose in it?   [they are in court]     Judge: I'm sentencing you to 24 months in prison.    [bangs Gavel]     Lois: Oh no!     Brian: Oh no!     Chris: Oh no!     Meg: Oh no!    [Kool Aid Man busts through wall]     Kool-Aid Man: Oh yeah!    [all stare, Kool-Aid Man backs out uncomfortably]   [a police officer pulls Peter over in his car]     Police Officer: License and reg... hey, aren't you the guy who found out he's part black?     Peter Griffin: Yes I am.     Police Officer: [into walkie-talkie] Report of a possible stolen vehicle.     Peter Griffin: But this is my car.     Police Officer: Suspect becoming beligerent.     Peter Griffin: Wha...     Police Officer: Officer down.    [Officer falls to ground, police cars surround Peter]  Peter Griffin: [as Tom Hanks from Castaway, talking to a ball with a face painted on it] Wilson! Wilson! Wilson! What are we gonna do now? Wilson!     Voigt: The name's Voigt, dumbass!   [Stewie taunts a girl who has fallen down a well]     Stewie Griffin: It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.  Lois Griffin: Peter, it's just a face. You've gone through a few yourself, you know.     Brian Griffin: Yeah, like those two weeks you spent narrating you're own life.     Peter Griffin: I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I looked with the grimiest at the questionable meal Lois had placed in front of me. Of course I've never told her how disgusted I was with her cooking, but somehow I think she knew. Lois had always been full of energy and life, but lately I've begun to grow more aware of her aging. The bright exuberant eyes that I had fallen in love with was now beginning to grow dull and listless with a long fatigue of a weary life.   [Lois punches Peter in the face - fades to the night]     Peter Griffin: I awoke several hours later in a daze.   [Peter is watching &amp;quot;Happy Days&amp;quot;. Someone tries to talk to him]     Peter Griffin: Hold on! This is the one where the Fonz says &amp;quot;Aaay!&amp;quot;     Fonzi: Aaay!     Peter Griffin: YES! Take that, 1950's society! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112698950715093734?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112698950715093734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112698950715093734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112698950715093734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112698950715093734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-guy-quotes.html' title='Family Guy Quotes'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112690336227862467</id><published>2005-09-16T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:42:42.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE CALCULATION</title><content type='html'>I've been getting a lot of inquiries from baidu.com; more so than Google or any other search engines. Musing over the fact that my little diary is being read by the great Asian community gives me great pleasure. Perhaps new doors are opening. In the back of my mind, I have always wondered how two civilized societies can be so far apart, yet close enough to share a wonderful world still needing to be explored. It is sad when I read the news about how we are so very close to losing everything when the military establishment of China and the United states of America will not shut their fucking mouths and concentrate on the big picture. That is, they should be protecting all of us. I am so sick of wars; whether by direct contact or by proxy, i.e. the War on Terror. It is such a waste of human talent. The task lain before our feet is to end this &amp;quot;new&amp;quot; Cold War and be allies. The shitheads in the Media continually drive public opinion in the direction of conflict, all in the interest of ratings. Arrogance and prejudice have hampered the Bush administrations efforts to improve relations since the mess over the Taiwan Straits a few years ago. The North Koreans are still stuck in a mind-set that spells disaster for everyone. The issue over Taiwan will not go away, and we may very well have an awful mess for years to come, until we can convince all parties involved, that these people should have self-determination. Chairman Mao and his cohorts once accused the U.S. of fulfilling a policy of &amp;quot;hegemony.&amp;quot; The term itself, is a slap in the face of diplomacy, even after Nixon opened his eyes and ears to the concerns of the citizens of a flourishing country, teeming with a multitude or languages and dialects. Ironically, George H.W. Bush once served as an ambassador for the U.S.A. in once were extemely trying times. So now, I'm left wondering, when will &amp;quot;W&amp;quot; remind Americans that even though there are a multitude of problems that must be sorted out; We are not their enemy. Politics be damned. My best friend in the whole world is John Billodeau; he is a Chinese-American. I wish he would read this, because I never forgot him. Now, I want everyone to know. Stop pushing people away just because they are different from you. I wanna be friends. Oh yeah, a good gesture stay out of the Himilayas, they are on a different path to enlightenment. Perhaps, they can teach us all how to properly rub the belly of Buddha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112690336227862467?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112690336227862467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112690336227862467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112690336227862467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112690336227862467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/chinese-calculation.html' title='CHINESE CALCULATION'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112688511422911729</id><published>2005-09-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:38:34.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LVLouis Vuitton</title><content type='html'>,LV,Louis Vuitton. LVLouis Vuitton,?   LV. LV,,. LV. . : (&amp;quot;&amp;quot;),20,&amp;quot;prada&amp;quot;...,designer brand,&amp;quot;NIKE&amp;quot;.. LV,,. . : LV. ,.LV,,. LV, LVLouis Vuitton,Louis Vuitton.  Louis Vuitton,. 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I had to go and pick up my grandma from the airport though so yay...I get to see her. Unfortunetly...the trip back on the same day just isn't my cup of tea. Maybe today will get better and if not there's always tomorrow...I hope. &lt;a href=http://www.balkan-peninsula.com/xcel/FRESHWATER.PEARL.NECKLACE.k.c43084.html&gt;freshwater pearl necklace&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112681366608470157?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112681366608470157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112681366608470157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112681366608470157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112681366608470157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/todays-trip.html' title='Today&apos;s trip'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112679849794793992</id><published>2005-09-15T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:34:57.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>................     ..             ...   ...    ..  ...     .. ..      ..  ..      ..  ..    ..    ..  1  1  1   100  ..   ..      ..        ..  ..    ... !   ..      ..        ..  ..       ..  ...    ... .. ..     !   ... ..             ....      ..          .???    !   ... ....  ..   ..        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112679849794793992?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112679849794793992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112679849794793992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112679849794793992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112679849794793992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001281.post-112672978180338029</id><published>2005-09-14T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:29:41.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in translation</title><content type='html'> Last weekend, Wig invited me over to watch Liverpools season kick-off away to Boro. I could not decide to go or not as the haze thing was taking its toll on my throat. Later that evening I decided to send Wig a good news sms. It went something like, Get the KY ready. Im cumming over. The only problem was I sent it to Era. As soon as I realised the mistake, I sent Era a damage control sms. It read, That message was not meant for you. It was meant for Wig. In hindsight, I think it made matters worse.  Btw, Wig told his girlfriend that we do the nasty every time Im over at his place. Apparently she approves. However, his Retriever is upset.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001281-112672978180338029?l=briannaclappdia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/feeds/112672978180338029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16001281&amp;postID=112672978180338029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112672978180338029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16001281/posts/default/112672978180338029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannaclappdia.blogspot.com/2005/09/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in translation'/><author><name>Brianna Clapp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945519767964503545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
