<?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-3104082769097173796</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:48:14.707-08:00</updated><category term='late at night study speech'/><category term='school friends aviva michelle patrick drew stephen vincent'/><category term='bitch dog India marriage'/><category term='Afghan Culture funny'/><title type='text'>William's Blog,</title><subtitle type='html'>William + Internet = Uh-oh. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1360429957127205205</id><published>2008-07-23T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:58:42.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Fight For Right To Join Al Qaeda</title><content type='html'>Damn these hoes are crazy! I mean I thought Al Qaeda didn't really have any morals besides just mindless killing... I mean I for one know that a woman is as capable as and more than capable.... of a job as men. but honestly. suicide?! What does that prove to your kids? Oh hey kids mommy loves god so she's gonna abandon you guys to go blow herself up now. But yeah, there are some things men can't do, for everything else there's Iraqi women.(ahhahah my little play on the mastercard commercials).......but srsly I don't see what women would gain by joining men in this......&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/05/31/world/main4142514.shtml?source=RSSattr=HOME_4142514'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/world_news/Women_Fight_For_Right_To_Join_Al_Qaeda'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1360429957127205205?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1360429957127205205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1360429957127205205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1360429957127205205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1360429957127205205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-fight-for-right-to-join-al-qaeda.html' title='Women Fight For Right To Join Al Qaeda'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-4657544633580011257</id><published>2008-07-23T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:40:03.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna quit.</title><content type='html'>What's the fucking point of doing back-breaking labor if you're family sees it as something so nonchalant that they can just fucking ask for your check without any acknowledgment of your determination to make as much as possible. 60 hours and for what 40 bux and 12 dollar in hooker(tip) money. nuh-uh that's not how I roll. I'm quitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-4657544633580011257?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4657544633580011257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=4657544633580011257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4657544633580011257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4657544633580011257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-gonna-quit.html' title='I&apos;m gonna quit.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8056438597050523442</id><published>2008-07-10T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:25:57.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Woke up wayy too early(9:40). &lt;br /&gt;took a hecka fast shower and peed out all my fluids before that.&lt;br /&gt;printed out directions. &lt;br /&gt;showed lai directions.&lt;br /&gt;Lai said she knew where we were going. &lt;br /&gt;30 feet from house I realize I was missing consent form. &lt;br /&gt;We arrive I'm nervouse cuz I lost consent form. &lt;br /&gt;We were in wrong parking lot. went to bus parking lot and turned a little until we found our spot. used cell phone in car in Police parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;got in there. &lt;br /&gt;couldn't pee no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Jewish People&lt;br /&gt;Prank Calls &lt;br /&gt;not sitting on counters&lt;br /&gt;fucking up register again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8056438597050523442?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8056438597050523442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8056438597050523442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8056438597050523442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8056438597050523442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-2901772707094829143</id><published>2008-07-05T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:38:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Post) Independence Day.</title><content type='html'>Haha get it post, like a blog post! haha I kill myself. Poo so today started out kinda funny I woke up with the intention of not falling asleep cuz I had to be awake to direct the cable guy and stuff and then I just lay there in bed not doing anything really. I do that a lot these days. I really should get back to lifting weights but no one's forcing me. :P. Um anyways. Cable guy came, turned out it was his birthday and that it payed to miss mosque today else I wouldn't be able to post this on my blog tonight. Which reminds me I need to post my vlog from a few days back. God being an internet junkie and going 2 weeks without internet sans 2 30 minute relapses at the local internet cafe is hard! anyways After all that fiasco I delved into the wonderful wonderful world of the internet. and then I had to go to work. On a holiday. lame. But it was cool. Oh wait no it wasn't. The AC was broken and the thermometer stayed stuck on 90 degrees throughout the entire day. I knew I should have gone swimming today. Oh well. But yeah at work I was HELLLLLAAAA bored so I called Stephen and Patrick and chatted it up. Oh and today also started out great cuz I got my paycheck! $350 hoes! but yeah hard work = cold hard cash. :P. At work I stole some gold medal ribbon for Yam and Lai and gave this lady a 31 below whose cover I'd already licked. oops! :P. lol eww tongue. but yeah hte most eventful thing to happen today was the fact that asians came into our store after eating sushi(/irony) and like felt sorry for us and I was so grateful someone shared our pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I got a question. Do you thank someone for tipping or do they do it out of altruism and thus don't want your thanks cuz they don't want you to know how good of a person they are. Like is the fundamental principle of tipping the anonymous-ness of who left the tip? Why can't I thank someone for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho it's now the sixth and I've done nothing all day and it feels GREAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-2901772707094829143?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/2901772707094829143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=2901772707094829143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/2901772707094829143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/2901772707094829143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-independence-day.html' title='(Post) Independence Day.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8920924538165302122</id><published>2008-06-18T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:24:53.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of summer...</title><content type='html'>Okay so Saturday June 14th was fun cuz it was Hasib's cousin's graduation party which I  totally crashed! like I walk into the backyard of his cousin who would like nothing more than to see me drop dead and Hasib and his immediate family immediately jump with joy at the sight of me and I'm like awww thanks guys. Then I made a super awkward moment by responding "I'm half white" when asked what I am. and Zabi promptly proceeds to say YEAHHH BOYYY and high 5 me. Anyways highlights of the evening include: &lt;br /&gt;Zabi's bass causing my hair to vibrate. &lt;br /&gt;Having Emo be HELLLLLLAAA jealous of me throughout the entire night. &lt;br /&gt;aww fuck highlights lemme just say what happened. So we were by the fire and the guy who owns the house lights the fire and it like assplodes and we all yell. I yell in joy. :). Ummm camwhoring with Zabi's DSCT300 was fun cuz dat shit has quality camwhoring capabilities. Oh and zabi grabbing a chair to sit next to me after givigme his caused Emo to FUME! Me and Hasib were like inches away from ditching what scraps we would've had for dinner and going to Mcdonald's but we eventually decided against it. However I did help Zabi get the drinks ready while at the same time offending both his aunt and his mom at the same time with my speaking of witty english... whoops..... AHAHAHAH and then there was this time when Zabi's mom told him that the chick who's party it was thought that the only reason zabi came to the party was to hang out with me. She was right Zabi later told me!!!! :P:P:P:P After a dinner of two raw pieces of lettuce and cold noodles Zabi drove Hasib, myself, and 3 of Hasib's fat cousin's (including Emo) to Mcdonalds for dessert. A few minutes of hard house and Emo being jealous of me sitting next to Zabi and we're back. We(fam) left a few hours later, but not before Hasib acted way immature and looked at people's cell phones with his cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.... hasib and his family got to step into my shoes as they bombarded MY family gathering. Anyways, here's the skinny. Rashid was hosting a barbeque because he wanted to do "stuff" before he left for Europe so yeah he did that. And ummmmm Baktosh and his whole family were there and OH YEAH throughout the entire night I was making jokes to Zab and H that Rashid would at some point be busting out some Corona and sure enough after futiley searching beneath his bed and the garage, Rashid himself carried out a tall glass of the bubbly and I made a lot of joking grabs at it when he wasn't looking and Hasib and Zab and I lauuuuughed...... Oh and while we(me and H) were getting the charger for Zabs camera I got to play some VERY ACTION ORIENTED MGS4 and I liked how much of an emphasis choice was in the game... considering I despised stealth I loved the action elements. Oh and then on the way to his house and on the way back me and hasib totally camwhored. :P Oh and one of Baktosh's nephews ran into a screen door that led out of Rashid's  room and we all laughed, except for me cuz I knew what that kid was going through I've walked through too many screen doors to not not know what he was feeling like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was monday and the bonfire, being rejected by my manager on tuesdaym first day of work and learning the tricks of the trade on wednesday oh and helping Wes clean. Working 1-5 on Thursday and loving it. Except for the brat who asked to see the ingredients....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap I'll finish this later I need to excersize before work. bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8920924538165302122?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8920924538165302122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8920924538165302122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8920924538165302122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8920924538165302122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-3-of-summer.html' title='Day 3 of summer...'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-3591923626340096817</id><published>2008-06-01T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:07:58.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sharks, cousins and Oblivion.</title><content type='html'>All 3 of them were in my dream last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-3591923626340096817?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3591923626340096817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=3591923626340096817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3591923626340096817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3591923626340096817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-sharks-cousins-and-oblivion.html' title='Of sharks, cousins and Oblivion.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1075320287974875104</id><published>2008-05-15T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:51:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Repercussions ..</title><content type='html'>This week has been so faded for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like whatever you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the realization that either my friends are out-growing me or I'm outgrowing my friends, I'm still unsure on that whole matter(although I think it's the latter considering the fact that I have WAYY too much fun with my freshman friends in Biology. But we'll see what time tells us. Like, I'm actually REALLY worried about my "friend" situation for senior year seeing as how so many things have changed throughout this year, ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap guys I gotta finish this later but there's a ton I need to talk about, &lt;br /&gt;not in the least of which include the fact that: &lt;br /&gt;I want to write stories/ or books - I find that I can better express my creativity in my writing outside of assignments for english class. As such I wanna write! Although I'm unsure yet about the subject matter of my material. Do I wanna write short stories, long stories, narratives, fiction, irony, poetry.... I'll find out. The main point here is that I think I may have found another one of my "callings".&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian airfare prices are going up. :( - God damn it! Although I don't really care tho, I'm willing to pay up to 1,000 dollars to visit that damn rock again. Shit was so cash! lol! But srsly I don't care about price I just care about getting a job to pay for the ticket. :) A few days ago prices were only 600 but now they'ye 630. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Fallon had her baby today. &lt;br /&gt;We are officially out of food. &lt;br /&gt;I can't find clean underwear. &lt;br /&gt;13! yes, srsly! 13! (stupid time I ate all that sour in one gulp)&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my fucking wisdom teeth removed! &lt;br /&gt;The days are getting ridiculously longer&lt;br /&gt;tests are a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;Youtube is a really good swimming tutorial tool. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1075320287974875104?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1075320287974875104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1075320287974875104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1075320287974875104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1075320287974875104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/05/ap-repercussions.html' title='AP Repercussions ..'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-3531565227354956749</id><published>2008-05-15T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:26:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop at Macy's!</title><content type='html'>http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/africa/05/15/amanpour.rwanda/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GITARAMA, Rwanda (CNN) -- What does Macy's have to do with healing from genocide? Nothing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen years after Hutu extremists killed between 800,000 and 1 million people -- mostly Tutsis -- in a devastating slaughter, Rwandan women are weaving peace baskets for sale at Macy's in the United States. Not only does the work bring them a regular salary, the business is also fostering reconciliation between victim and perpetrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iphigenia Mukantabana, a master weaver, sits in front of her house in Gitarama -- an hour from the capital, Kigali -- making beautiful baskets with her friend Epiphania Mukanyndwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1994, Mukantabana's husband and five of her children were hacked and clubbed to death by marauding Hutu militias. Among her family's killers was Jean-Bosco Bizimana, Mukanyndwi's husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In my heart, the dead are dead, and they cannot come back again," Mukantabana said of those she lost. "So I have to get on with the others and forget what has happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting and forgiving everything she lost, everything she witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women and girls were raped, and I saw it all," she told CNN. "The men and boys were beaten and then slaughtered. They told others to dig a hole, get in, then they piled earth on top of them, while they were still alive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet today, Mukantabana shares her future and her family meals with Bizimana, the killer she knew, and his wife, her friend Mukanyndwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizimana did spend seven years in jail. He then went before a tribal gathering, part of a return to traditional ways by the new government in 2002 with Rwanda's justice system unable to cope and process hundreds of thousands of imprisoned perpetrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government decided that the master planners and worst perpetrators would face formal justice. But lower-level killers were allowed to publicly confess and apologize to the families of their victims at gacaca courts, where elders would hear grievances and decide on the punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the gacaca court, I told them how we killed our fellow men, and I asked for forgiveness in front of the court, and the whole district was there," Bizimana said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The people who died in this very area -- I knew all of them because they were our neighbors."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He places blame squarely on the extremist Hutu government at the time and on vile radio broadcasts that urged on the killers during the 100-day slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were giving instructions all the time that was from the government, and so we thought it as the right thing because we were getting this instruction from the government," Bizimana said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed where he and a Hutu mob had killed 25 people, including members of Mukantabana's family, a few yards from where he had just shared lunch with her. "We used machetes, hoes and wooden clubs," he told CNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukantabana admits that it was difficult to forgive. She said she did not speak to Bizimana or his wife for four years after the killings. What put her on the road to healing, she said, was the gacaca process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has not just helped me, it has helped all Rwandans because someone comes and accepts what he did and he asks for forgiveness from the whole community, from all Rwandans," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizimana said he did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go in front of the people like we are standing here and ask for forgiveness," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite his confession and apology, Iphigenia said, reconciliation would not have happened unless she had decided to open her heart and accept his pleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a Christian, and I pray a lot," she said, the pain etched in the lines on her face and around her sad eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the basket business also played a key role in forging forgiveness and reconciliation after the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We knew how to weave baskets," Mukantabana explained. "It helped unite Rwandans in this area because they accepted me as the master weaver, and I could not say, 'I am not taking your basket' or 'I am not helping you because you did something bad to me.' " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy's sold the first "peace baskets" in 2005, and officials say the deal generates between $300,000 and $400,000 a year. A Rwandan weaver can earn about $14 per week -- a king's ransom in a country where so many live on less than $1 per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The international project is a far cry from 1994, when the United States, Europe, the United Nations and the rest of the world turned away while the genocide went unchecked in Rwanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They didn't care; they were totally indifferent," Rwandan President Paul Kagame told CNN in his office in Kigali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the world thought Rwanda "was just another bloody African situation where people just kill each other and that's it." Video Watch Kagame explain why he sought reconciliation »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Rwanda is an African success story. It has one of the fastest economic growth rates in the region, one of the lowest crime rates and the lowest rate of HIV-AIDS. About one-third of Rwanda's cabinet are female ministers, and 48 percent of parliamentarians are women -- the highest anywhere in the world, according to the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is clean because of a mandatory policy that sees even government ministers participate in clean-up once a month. Plastic bags are banned. The international business community praises Rwanda's good governance and the absence of official corruption or graft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagame is credited not just with turning Rwanda around, but with being the driving force behind rejecting revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were in danger of having another genocide," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People were so badly aggrieved they could easily have turned on those they thought were responsible for this and actually killed them in another wave of killings. But that did not happen," he said. "We said building a nation is the most important thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no one talks about Hutus or Tutsis, he explained. "There is Rwanda, there are Rwandans, and the common interest we have for a better future for this country is more important than any other interest."&lt;br /&gt;advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Gitarama, Bizimana said, "It hurts my heart to see that I did something wrong to friends of my family, to people who we even shared meals with," he said. "I am still asking for forgiveness from the people I hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, many seem to have forgiven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-3531565227354956749?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3531565227354956749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=3531565227354956749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3531565227354956749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3531565227354956749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/05/shop-at-macys.html' title='Shop at Macy&apos;s!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8631297148452227303</id><published>2008-05-15T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:21:17.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!</title><content type='html'>The video is hard to turn away from. A sobbing 16-year-old sits in her bedroom and, staring into a camera, says she has been raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, my name is Crystal. ... I need some help. I didn't want to do it this way, but it's the only way I know that's going to work, that someone out there in the world is gonna listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teen, whom CNN interviewed but is not identifying by her last name, is among dozens of young people who are turning to social networking sites like Facebook and MySpace to talk about sexual assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an online generation, the Web offers what traditional counseling does not. It's a chance to communicate without having to face someone or fear their judgment. Some people are seeking legal advice and medical information, and many younger victims believe that they can warn others about their accused attacker, counselors say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also are people like Crystal, whose case was dropped by the Orange County, Florida, state attorney's office, who feel slighted by the justice system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young victims, particularly girls, turn inward. They are going to reach out and try to connect in the isolation of their dorm room or their bedrooms," said Jennifer Dritt, the director of the Florida Council Against Sexual Violence. "Most young women feel like they want somebody to know that someone did this to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in four American women under the age of 25 report that they have been sexually assaulted, according to the nation's largest rape crisis counseling organization, RAINN, the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We noticed that this trend of posting details of an attack really picked up speed a few years ago," said Scott Berkowitz, RAINN's founder and president. "A rape survivor's intention may be to reach out, and we encourage that, but this is a dangerous way to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advocates worry that victims are divulging too much information. CNN found several Facebook and MySpace profiles on which young people say they have been raped. The postings include their names, photographs and hometowns. But Crystal is probably one of the few who have gone so far as to post a plea for help on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because anything posted on the Web is available forever through an Internet search, a rape survivor must consider how they would feel if that information were dredged up in the future, counselors said. By making themselves -- or their IP address -- available, victims open themselves to unreliable and unprofessional advice and the harsh judgment of their peers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps worst of all, they could give their perpetrator a chance to find them again or gain more satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, RAINN teamed with online security company McAfee Inc. and launched an anonymous and secure chat service where assault survivors can communicate with trained professionals. IP addresses are not tracked and transcripts of conversations -- which look like instant message boxes -- are not recorded. The service has helped more than 10,000 people, Berkowitz said. Go to RAINN's Web hotline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But counselors said survivors are going to look wherever they can to find help and comfort, particularly when they don't get it through the court system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewer than 5 percent of reported cases in Florida make it to a prosecutor's office, Dritt said. Whether because of lack of forensic evidence or because many are he said/she said accounts, rape cases can be very difficult to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you hear from every rape crisis center from Pensacola to Key West is that there are hardly ever any prosecutions," she said. "Most sexual violence is acquaintance rape, and unfortunately, a lot of juries still think that if a victim had a relationship with their attacker, then they cannot be raped by that person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy, 25, worried about that when she was raped by a man she knew as a friend in 2001 while attending Ohio State University. Although she has spoken publicly numerous times about her experience, CNN is not using her last name in keeping with its policy of not identifying sexual assault victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is typical of younger survivors, Stacy spent the days and weeks after her assault struggling to assure her friends and family that she was OK. She reported the assault to university authorities, but her attacker continued to go to class. She grew increasingly depressed and anxious. Her grades plummeted, and she gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that people who had never been assaulted would never understand. I thought I had no one to talk to, but then I realized, I had the Internet," she said. "Sometimes, talking to people who were not close to me was refreshing because there was no judgment to face. If you talk to someone online, there's no judgment, right? How can they judge you when they don't even know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began instant messaging in chat rooms but quickly realized that many people who initially seemed sympathetic were only pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next thing you know, they are making it seem like they are turned on. They were asking me for details of my rape. It was very disturbing," she said. "I had to block several people. After that, I thought the worst of the world. I thought everyone was a perpetrator, and I trusted no one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of face-to-face therapy, Stacy began to heal and feel more confident. She partly credits RAINN, which she found via an Internet search, for helping her recover. Other female students came forward to say they, too, had been assaulted by her attacker. He was expelled from the university and pleaded guilty to a lesser charge -- sexual imposition, a misdemeanor -- and was placed on probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy watched Crystal's video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just heartbreaking," she said. "I feel really sad for her because no one seems to have explained that the justice system isn't always going to help. I understand why she's outraged. That's exactly how I felt, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange County authorities charged the 23-year-old man Crystal accused of assaulting her with lewd or lascivious battery. According to court documents, Crystal and the man both said they had an ongoing sexual relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosecutor, who declined to comment to CNN, concluded that the teen and the 23-year-old had consensual sex, according to the case file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida law states that a 15-year-old cannot give consent to sex. And though Crystal was 15 at the time of the alleged forced encounter, the prosecutor wrote that the case would not be prosecuted because Crystal was "a mere 1 month away" from turning 16, when it would be "legal to give consent," according to documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokeswoman for the Orange County state attorney's office declined to comment further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy had some advice for Crystal: Get counseling and keep talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not always going to get what you want from the court system," she said. "So you've got to think about yourself, figure out who you are and realize that you're stronger than what he did to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8631297148452227303?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8631297148452227303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8631297148452227303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8631297148452227303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8631297148452227303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn.html' title='Damn!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-5139004343124380225</id><published>2008-05-15T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:16:37.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus!</title><content type='html'>http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/05/15/internet.suicide/index.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitches are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES, California (CNN) -- A Missouri mom was indicted Thursday for her alleged role in the death of a teen who killed herself over a failed Internet romance that turned out to be a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A federal indictment accuses Lori Drew, 49, of O'Fallon, Missouri, of using the social networking Web site MySpace.com to pose as a 16-year-old boy and feign romantic interest in the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, Megan Meier, committed suicide after her online love interest spurned her, according to prosecutors, telling her the world would be a better place without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew faces up to 20 years in prison on charges of conspiracy and accessing protected computers to obtain information to inflict emotional distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indictment, which was filed in U.S. District Court in Los Angeles, accuses Drew and others of registering on MySpace as "Josh Evans" and using the account to lure Meier into an an online romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities have previously said that Drew set up the account to find out what Meier, who lived in her neighborhood, was saying about her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors allege that Drew and the others violated MySpace's terms of service by using false information to create the account so they could "harass, abuse or harm" Meier, according to the indictment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two corresponded for about four weeks before "Josh" broke off the relationship, authorities said. Within an hour, Meier hanged herself in her room and died the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The indictment does not allege that Drew sent the final message telling Meier the world would be a better place without her. Instead, it blames her unnamed co-conspirators, who authorities have previously said include a teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Drew learned of the teen's suicide, the indictment alleges, she directed one of the teens involved to "keep her mouth shut" and deleted the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meier's mother, Tina Meier, told CNN in November that her daughter had self-esteem issues and had struggled with depression since childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said when her daughter began receiving messages from "Josh" telling her she was pretty, she was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "Josh" broke off the relationship, Tina Meier said, her daughter was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was looking for me to help calm herself down like I always did and be there for her. And I was upset because I didn't like the language she was using, and I was angry she didn't sign off when I told her to," Tina Meier told CNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She said to me, 'You're supposed to be my mom, you're supposed to be on my side,' and then took off running upstairs," Tina Meier said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Meier found her daughter hanging by a belt shortly afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's as if my daughter killed herself with a gun," Meier's father, Ron, told CNN. "And it's as if they loaded the gun for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew is scheduled for arraignment in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This adult woman allegedly used the Internet to target a young teenage girl, with horrendous ramifications," U.S. Attorney Thomas P. O'Brien said in a written statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any adult who uses the Internet or a social gathering Web site to bully or harass another person, particularly a young teenage girl, needs to realize that their actions can have serious consequences," O'Brien said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, Missouri prosecutors declined to file charges against Drew, saying there was no law under which she could be charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no way that anybody could know that talking to someone or saying that you're mean to your friends on the Internet would create a substantial risk," St. Charles County Prosecutor Jack Banas said. "Under the law, we just couldn't show that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-5139004343124380225?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/5139004343124380225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=5139004343124380225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5139004343124380225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5139004343124380225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus.html' title='Jesus!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-428277974082617129</id><published>2008-05-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:58:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How(and why) the Japanese play video games</title><content type='html'>RPGs, satisfaction, showing off, youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-428277974082617129?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/428277974082617129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=428277974082617129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/428277974082617129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/428277974082617129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/05/howand-why-japanese-play-video-games.html' title='How(and why) the Japanese play video games'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6767051430761957953</id><published>2008-05-09T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:58:19.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Time!</title><content type='html'>Damn, I haven't done one of these in a while! so good news, I figured out how to work the family video camera onto the computer which in short means that I can(and have started) now make Youtube videos! my youtube vlog link is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.youtube.com/parwanifilms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm so far it's just vlogs and some reverse motion stuff, but I want to get more into it as time goes along, who knows maybe a skit or two here and there. umm but yeah I wanted to post a blog today because I don't feel like getting the camera ready and all that. In any case, today I took my AP US History test and I found it to be moderately difficult, but I know that if I were ot study any more than I already had I wouldn't have done any better than I had done today. It's so funny bcuz dem AP bitches are always sayin' that we can't talk about the test ever and then my school's like heard counselor just waltzes on past my friends and I as we were talking to my history teacher of all people(even though we weren't supposed too) and we we're talking about the test too (a major no-no). But umm yeah might as well post an hour by hour play-through of my day so far yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep like an idiot at around 1 or 2 the details aren't engraved in stone here. then I woke up at like 6 I think expecting to study some more but no I passed out/stayed in bed 'til like 6:30 in which case I had an urge to not to anything but check my myspace/facebook/youtube for fun/ the hell of it, so I did. nothing new, oh well. Then I started this frantic mission to find my newly acquired sunglasses(I got 'em like 2-3 days ago) but to no avail( I actually just found them like 10 minutes ago, they were hidden beneath a shirt I pout atop my printer that I was going ot change into after I showered last night but the shower never came and I picked a different shirt to change into this morning and so the glasses remained there.) so then I just ate some fig newtons(no liquids as I have a tendency to pee a lot when I'm nervous, example being the SATs) and left. Oh but before I got in the car I checked hte station wagon for my shades, but again to no avail... :( So I arrive at school and am like the first one at Brown's door and of course on the morning of the most important day of the year for us he's not there... I wander about until I see Vanessa whom I cling onto like a magnet to a fridge(in a joking manner of course) and am like I'M SCARED! and she's like relax. and then as we come near the door again I saw Patrick and wandered off to hang with him. Oh I almost forgot, before I took the test I visited the auditorium to get a glimpse of where I was going to die, then I went and found Vanessa. Anyways after I found Patrick for some reason the rest of the gang started to show up and by the time the mob that had gathered around Mr. Brown's room started to look really agitated he finally showed up, we dumped our shit, had like a 2 minute prep time. He shook our hands.(weird I know) So we took our test from like 8 until 11:15 and I thought it was okay.(side note: during the test I noticed that like everyone had given up on the essays, oh and also some lost girl(who I know) was like, so how many documents do we use for our DBQ? and the entire auditorium was like, god don't you know they can't tell us that and we have to figure that out ourselves stupid, and yeah.... oh oh oh and Vanessa being the brain she was worked on all the essays until time was called. OH OH OH and finally, I kept the some memorabilia from the test for when I want ot remember this hellish day.  the multiple choice questions went from easy to hard to medium tho, which was odd. then came the godforsaken essays, please don't talk to me 'bout those damn essays. anyways we were let out at 11:16 in which case I said EFF these essays out loud(I guess) and left for Brown's I got my stuff and met up with the guys pretty quickly however I didn't want to be around all those damn smart kids as they were talking about what (correct answers) they wrote on their essays. So I headed back to psyche and was like in a state of lost-ness. and the seniors interviewed me and I told them what I could.('cause they wanted to compare our test to theirs etc.) then lunch came 'round and me and Stephen explored the campus some, while trying to delude Cathy(who caressed me in a sickening manner) from us. Vehar's was closed so I introduced Stephen to Ms. Stanley. I don't think she likes him very much.... so then after lunch came math in which case we had a sub and so of course played charades. my first act was Marvin Gaye's "Let's get it on" it was interesting to say the least...... den bio, den drama, den home... last slice of pizza. :( and someone ate most of the cheesecake... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6767051430761957953?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6767051430761957953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6767051430761957953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6767051430761957953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6767051430761957953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-time.html' title='Blog Time!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7155882165699828217</id><published>2008-05-02T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:49:05.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg.....</title><content type='html'>I figured out how to work my video camera on my computer last night! yay! my mom is getting surgery soon and I'm gonna log it. this ought to be interesting..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start making some reverse motion movies soon.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also already made 4 seconds on my MIA video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7155882165699828217?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7155882165699828217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7155882165699828217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7155882165699828217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7155882165699828217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg.html' title='Omg.....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7822528891322688616</id><published>2008-04-22T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:11:18.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TimeLapse Video of a Guy Trapped in an Elevator for 41 Hours</title><content type='html'>Re: guy stuck in an elevator for 41 hours. And he didn't once touch himself? I mean honestly what else would you do if you were trapped to the confides of a tiny box for 41 hours... I probably would've counted to a million just to see how long it would've taken me. I probably then would've counted the number of dots or designs on the rug of the elevator I was in. I think I have an OCD for counting, like whenver I'm bored I'll calculate the number of ceiling tiles times the number of floor tiles. But umm yeah, that whole ordeal must have sucked for the guy, who probably has the worst fear of elevators out of anybody within the entire U.S. Which brings me to the point of this blog....Do our past experiences muster what we do and do-not fear? I for one agree with this statement(there's probably some name for it in my psychology book but I'm too lazy to look it up) Examples being... when I was a young lad... to teach me how to swim my parents would simply chuck me in the pool with my siblings acting as lifeguards in case anything went wrong. This accounts for my fear of drowning as an adult. And my friend Hasib almost had an incident in which the elevator he was on nearly fell(as in its cable almost broke) thus now he is deathly afraid of elevators. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_bMhNI_TY8&amp;amp;feature=related'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/people/TimeLapse_Video_of_a_Guy_Trapped_in_an_Elevator_for_41_Hours'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7822528891322688616?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7822528891322688616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7822528891322688616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7822528891322688616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7822528891322688616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/timelapse-video-of-guy-trapped-in.html' title='TimeLapse Video of a Guy Trapped in an Elevator for 41 Hours'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-4593688593328661004</id><published>2008-04-21T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:28:06.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Law: Thin Not In</title><content type='html'>Re: the French banning advertising. hmmm. this topic raises a lot of moral dilemma questions... first I'd like to talk about how we all at one point believed ads promoting cigarette smoking were okay but now they are completely abolished. Point being, we accepted a completely unacceptable and unhealthy behavior as normal behavior for humans(as seen in the billboards/magazine ads etc) and in fact were encouraged to kill ourselves!(without knowing it). Then again in defense of Joe Camel we didn't know how deadly cigarette smoking was in the 90's. But then again do we know how all these failed diet plans/pills are effecting our internal digestive systems? We might all grow up to be a generation of poop bag old geezers. That is to say, unless something is done quickly we can kiss our digestive systems goodbye before we're even 50. Now this raises the question of freedom of expression within America, I thought we were allowed to express our views in whichever ways we saw fit due to the fact that we're the world's greatest free country.... I thought wrong! Which brings me to this article on France banning items promoting extreme thinness within its female models. Which I think is actually an excellent idea. It not only benefits those poor starving models but also the millions of girls who aspire to be as thin as said models. By putting a limit on the minimum weight of the models they're also putting a minimum weight limit for most if not all all girls from London. But what I worry is that this law cannot or will not be enforced in America due to our freedom of expression views. Which is why I think we should view all excessively skinny chicks as the Joe Camel's of our generation and as such GET RID OF THEM FOREVER! they're killing a generation of teens! just like J.C. did! but wait... then again Obesity is the number 2 killer of people in America and I think its kinda weird that we're evolving to the social standard that Fatness means Happiness. As seen in those &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;q=dove+campaign+for+beauty&amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ads for fatty dove chicks. How far are we willing to bend our social standards in order to appeal to a mass market? Pretty soon even the morbidly obese will become socially acceptable in our too-nurturing society. And that's just wrong. Wrong I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/080415-france-thinness.html'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/health/French_Law_Thin_Not_In'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-4593688593328661004?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4593688593328661004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=4593688593328661004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4593688593328661004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4593688593328661004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/french-law-thin-not-in.html' title='French Law: Thin Not In'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6315395239691207721</id><published>2008-04-21T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:28:23.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New iPod Cover Looks Like Raw Meat</title><content type='html'>Re: people's taste in (i-pod) fashion, Hahahha I made a funny pun. No but really, what is up with people being "individual" and buying stuff for their electronics that serve no purpose other than to separate said individual from the crowd of people who have the same gadget as them. Sure you felt like the coolest kid on the block when you got the thing, but then you saw that everyone else had the same thing as you and that the main reason you even bought the PoS in your hand was due to social conformity. But in that respect I acknowledge people who buy like, Zebra covers or something for their i-Pod but now its gotten to the point where people have such a high demand for faux meat covers that they're actually being made, yes you heard me right, people WANT fake meat on their electronic gadgets... if only to break away from the crowd. Now this makes me scared about how far people will be willing to go in the future to again "individualize" their gadgetry once everyone else and their mothers have the faux meat cover.... real blood? human hair? what's happened to the plain old color change or design change or something not as EXTREME as meat. Then again it does come in a cute Styrofoam package, but then again it will probably look a lot like dinner to your dog... who will eventually eat it and of course it will be his fault for not knowing the difference between the real meat and the fake meat. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.therawfeed.com/2008/04/new-ipod-cover-looks-like-raw-meat.html'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/apple/New_iPod_Cover_Looks_Like_Raw_Meat'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6315395239691207721?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6315395239691207721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6315395239691207721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6315395239691207721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6315395239691207721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-ipod-cover-looks-like-raw-meat.html' title='New iPod Cover Looks Like Raw Meat'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-3571242007132288214</id><published>2008-04-20T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:09:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worst parents in the world-Xbox prank</title><content type='html'>That's just messed up. I mean the whole principal of unwrapping gifts is the excitement you feel after first realizing what's inside the box. In any case if a person were to open a present and be presented with a video game console of course they EXPECT A console to be there instead of clothes... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.engadget.com/2008/02/29/worst-parents-in-the-world-punk-kid-into-thinking-he-got-an-xbox/     '&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/xbox/worst_parents_in_the_world_Xbox_prank'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-3571242007132288214?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3571242007132288214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=3571242007132288214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3571242007132288214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3571242007132288214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/worst-parents-in-world-xbox-prank.html' title='worst parents in the world-Xbox prank'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7269479837496979877</id><published>2008-04-20T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:24:25.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>so on thursday I officially signed up for my AP exam and like I told myself, I have officially(tried) started studying for them starting from the date of my registration. Oh on Thursday I also called the brain imaging center thingy that I'm selling my brain too, but either they called back later than 4 P.M. or I didn't answer their call from my slumber(cuz I hella passed out) so yeah I'll probably call them tomorrow. OMG you guys!(aka future self!) I hella downloaded the new MSI album, If a week earlier than it's release and it's so goood!!! I'm prolly gona burn it to a cd for Drew's b-day present. Oh yeah back to AP test review... it sucks.... I et distracted too easy and I can't read as fast as I want too.... I wish this was all over already... Oh and I think I'm failing Pre-cal EVEN WITH all the cheating I'm doing, like wtf! shit guys I have to write two essays two day(minimum as well as get some APUSH essays done as well as condense my Bio slides as well as study more for my tests...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7269479837496979877?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7269479837496979877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7269479837496979877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7269479837496979877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7269479837496979877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7987065488062270679</id><published>2008-04-09T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:49:22.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic torch</title><content type='html'>seriously whats the big controversy over it? It's a fire putting it out won't free Tibet or any shit like that so what do you achieve by putting it out except for your own selfish gain of ruining a sacred ritual? I mean what everyone is just gonna say YAY and move on with their lives anyways, not caring that they've ended one of the most cherished events in sports history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7987065488062270679?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7987065488062270679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7987065488062270679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7987065488062270679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7987065488062270679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/olympic-torch.html' title='Olympic torch'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-3686318574972378102</id><published>2008-04-08T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:07:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are going to Hajj!</title><content type='html'>okay well not really but mom got her tax return back and yeah since it was of adequate enough she's decided to put more money into the fund and pay for her hajj trip. yay! Umm what else is new.... dad is doing better after going to the hospital although I haven't seen him use his inhaler yet. Anyways AP psycho review month is in day 8 and I haven't really started even though I know that next month determines the rest of my life... Fuck for the past few days Ms. Levens has been on my fucking case due to the fact that I've been talking too much in class. Fucking Tiffany. :P. The only thing on my mind right now is just getting the fucking grades I need and the SAT score to get into college. The SAT class the school offers is a joke. But I need to get on working on my vocab etc. fuck. if today I really start working on my AP review studying I can get the grade but I really need to be determined and not fuck up. O btw I'm typing this in Bio to the tune of Zdarlight. Omg I made brownies, I can't wait to go home and eat some. after a chicken wrap. :) OMG today I'm the main page of wikipedia, well not really me but my middle name. I find avoiding Vincent A LOT easier now that I've established the fact that I don't like him anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-3686318574972378102?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3686318574972378102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=3686318574972378102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3686318574972378102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3686318574972378102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-parents-are-going-to-hajj.html' title='My parents are going to Hajj!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7845683950648161525</id><published>2008-04-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:38:58.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This fucking week.</title><content type='html'>was crazy. Monday after school I wanted to make a statement about mein parents picking me up late from school so I decided to boycott their coming late by sitting my ass down and just waiting but not calling home. I decided I would wait until 4 but then at 3:00 I was like its getting kinda cold and they might send Tar after me(who would be pissed) and I should leave soon so I did. 3:15 I departed school and I got home around 3:30 ish. anywho turns out the reason no one came to pick me up was cuz Dad passed out in the hallway that morning and Lai hollered to my mom who thought lai was hollering about hte smell of her cooking eggs but turns out it was cuz dad fell. anyways me and mom visited dad after the kids left and I really should've showered but instead just quickly rinsed and shampooed my head beneath the bathroom sink's faucet. We visited dad in the ER room and he looked healthy enough and I presumed he was asleep the entire day. Lazy ass. :P but yeah he looked fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7845683950648161525?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7845683950648161525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7845683950648161525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7845683950648161525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7845683950648161525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-fucking-week.html' title='This fucking week.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-4972624037094420426</id><published>2008-03-29T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:11:52.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Year Old Boy Shot and Killed in Class Because He Was Gay</title><content type='html'>It's bad to kill gays mmkay? seriously you don;t see gay kids killing straight kids do you? Killing gays is like the new killing black people. People need to stop hating people based on sexuality. If a kids gay killing him won't change him, it will just kill him. We need to accept that gay people are here and we can do nothing about it(except kill them.. which is wrong....)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23847511/'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/people/15_Year_Old_Boy_Shot_and_Killed_in_Class_Because_He_Was_Gay'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-4972624037094420426?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4972624037094420426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=4972624037094420426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4972624037094420426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4972624037094420426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/15-year-old-boy-shot-and-killed-in.html' title='15 Year Old Boy Shot and Killed in Class Because He Was Gay'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6236680204416927341</id><published>2008-03-25T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:43:29.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Chicken Nuggets!</title><content type='html'>today was insane! Mr. Brown wore tight ass khakis and was coming on to me. Ms. fallon crushed my dreams of college. My powerpoint, SUCKED. I fell asleep in math and Bio.... Krupens has Gall Bladder cancer. Swimming is awesome. Asians still know kamehameha, tanning is fun. I almost burned. Hasib's bitch ass woke me up. :) I couldn't wake up. :) 0 hours of sleep on sunday night thanks to APUSH essays. Extra juice. my room is hella messy. e-mails and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6236680204416927341?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6236680204416927341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6236680204416927341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6236680204416927341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6236680204416927341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-chicken-nuggets.html' title='Holy Chicken Nuggets!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-2982041423959104774</id><published>2008-03-21T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:53:16.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you serious?</title><content type='html'>http://www.nationalpost.com/news/canada/story.html?id=386912&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the eff! you can't sue teachers just because your kid is a lousy student! this pisses me off to the fullest degeree of being pissed off. Only because I SHOULD'VE THOUGHT OF THIS FIRST! but no really, you can't sue teachers for destroying your kids self-esteem that's what they're there for and that's what they do best. They are supposed to help kids get ready for the real world, and that won't happen by giving your kid a sucker to make him feel better every time he fails a test or something. You aren't allowed to sue a teacher for giving you a bad grade; no matter how much effort(or lack thereof) you put into a class. If you feel your teacher is grading you unfairly TALK TO THEM on the first account too! their human and feel emotions too. DON'T come to the conclusion that just because you got an F in a class you're allowed to be a little whiny bitch about it and SUE your effing teacher. In conclusion, man up kids we all have to go through shitty teachers that's what makes us who we are. Plus if you have a shitty teacher wit ha friend you can both talk about how shitty he/she is. Just for the love of god don't sue them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-2982041423959104774?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/2982041423959104774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=2982041423959104774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/2982041423959104774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/2982041423959104774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-serious.html' title='Are you serious?'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7271002141937420129</id><published>2008-03-18T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:49:40.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Stiller's Tropic Thunder Full Trailer!</title><content type='html'>to be honest, meh. Bu then again maybe this will be the revival of Ben Stiller's career post Zoolander(sighs, what a great movie). We'll see. PLUS got Jack Black in it too! that's a plus! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.firstshowing.net/2008/03/17/must-watch-ben-stillers-tropic-thunder-full-trailer/'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/movies/Ben_Stiller_s_Tropic_Thunder_Full_Trailer'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7271002141937420129?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7271002141937420129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7271002141937420129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7271002141937420129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7271002141937420129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/ben-stiller-tropic-thunder-full-trailer.html' title='Ben Stiller&amp;#39;s Tropic Thunder Full Trailer!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7727199749529619808</id><published>2008-03-18T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:44:47.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 American Made 35 MPG Cars That Americans Can't Buy [pics]</title><content type='html'>Does this even matter anymore? I mean obviously we're running out of fuel so why don't just gradually switch to ethanol like Brazil already has? I mean sure SOME gas stations have Ethanol for sale but not all of them. I think the president should sign some bill making it law that each and every gas station in America sell Ethanol and that each and every car sold in America (after a certain deadline) be able to run on Ethanol.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.mpgomatic.com/2008/03/15/35-mpg-why-wait-until-2020/'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/autos/6_American_Made_35_MPG_Cars_That_Americans_Can_t_Buy_pics'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7727199749529619808?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7727199749529619808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7727199749529619808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7727199749529619808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7727199749529619808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-american-made-35-mpg-cars-that.html' title='6 American Made 35 MPG Cars That Americans Can&amp;#39;t Buy [pics]'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1565838650153612426</id><published>2008-03-14T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:45:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 HARD Ways to Make Your Life Better</title><content type='html'>man if "living" takes up that much work than fuck it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/10-hard-ways-to-make-your-life-better.html'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/educational/10_HARD_Ways_to_Make_Your_Life_Better'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1565838650153612426?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1565838650153612426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1565838650153612426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1565838650153612426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1565838650153612426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-hard-ways-to-make-your-life-better.html' title='10 HARD Ways to Make Your Life Better'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1628884850422278437</id><published>2008-03-14T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:44:46.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week was cuchoo.</title><content type='html'>So Monday started off with me coming into school late(again) and I told my mom to call in and say our car was having trouble starting as an excuse for us to be late. OF c course the car was fine but I just didn't want to be marked tardy. anyways they didn't buy it and guess what. I got detention(as well as death threats from Mr. Brown which caused me to keep my head down at all times during APUSH for hte rest of Monday)! cool! lol. kind of. well it would be my first time in detention. ever! I wanted to keep it secret from my friends cause I didn't think they really had a right to know about my... shame. But Cayla has a big mouth who blabbed about it to Harsha who blabbed about it to Aviva who blabbed about it to me, in which case I figured the jig was up and told everybody I had detention. Oh well. So after school I went to the mini theater like I was supposed to and the atmosphere was pretty chill, 'cept for the loud regulars but they didn't bother me that much. Anyways all I have to say about detention is that like every girl in there is hot!!! and the room itself is deathly quiet and I couldn't concentrate on Invisible Man cuz I was too sleepy so I just sat there for 40 minutes and then it was over, no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the first day I cut class and that was fun. well not really, but yeah really. So I woke up late again. like exactly at 7:30 I was like shit late again, and since I didn't wanna face Brown I tried to weasel out of it but mom was like no you're going to school. But then it turns out that my sister took the car out last night to a friends house and wasn't back yet. aka I couldn't go to school. but I didn't want to spend another minute in that house with my parents so I just told them I'd walk. Which I did. but shits for me I wore my bouncy ass running shoes so even when I walked slow I still arrived at school by 8:00 aka 30 minutes left of APUSH aka I could still go to  class but nah Mr. Brown would literally kill me. So I just sat in front of the bushes that you get to once you walk up from the stoplight. While sitting there paranoid as fuck I worked on my Invisible Man journal. I didn't want to wander in the school bcuz it was inevitable that within those 30 minutes SOMEONE would ask me for an ID card or a pass of which I had neither. So as I was sitting there being paranoid time passed and at around 8:20 some bitch and her daughter*who I presumed would tell on me** and some senior who I knew(dane) passed by and while I trusted Dane with keeping my secret hidden I didn't trust that mom bitch so I just wondered if I could crash at Ms. Stanley's till 2nd period but that might have gotten her in trouble and she might've gotten mad at me. and I knew that I couldn't go to the library due to the fuckin' CAHSEEs being done. but I went anyways found some blonde bitch telling dem sphomores(and retarded juniors and seniors) about the test. backed out of there immediately and went back to plan B hide in the bathroom. which worked. Told Patrickm laughed about it, moved on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1628884850422278437?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1628884850422278437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1628884850422278437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1628884850422278437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1628884850422278437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-week-was-cuchoo.html' title='This week was cuchoo.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8729977320575906432</id><published>2008-03-06T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:13:41.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I don't get.</title><content type='html'>American Consumerism – I do get why latest and greatest is the best; For ONE item of significance to you. But Come on if you need to “upgrade” everything in your house every 6th months then I feel that you really are turning into an American consumer market whore. A wise saying my brother once told me “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it”. And like where does the crap they get rid of go? Do these rich people seriously just throw it away or is it like going ot charity or people who need it(like me!) etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana – She’s teenage jailbait who can sing. Yay! But for realz this bitch thinks she’s the one man spice girl army. Bitch needs to recognize that fame dies with age and her cute routine will only last so long. But still what is America’s fascination with this experimental young teenager? She’s not animated, she doesn’t give away free candy at her concerts. Maybe it’s the belief that people can be just like her? Maybe that’s why we worship all of our idols; because we know that they at one point were at the same spot we were in our lives and if they could hit it big so could we. Oops I think I just solved my own problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future – My parents still haven’t made their mind yet as to whether their gonna follow me into college and its eating me from the inside out! Because if I get into UCSD we’ll have no reason to move from the shitty house we live in now and if I get into, say, UCLA then I’ll no reason to rejoice because I’ll probably be “rooming” with my parents anyways. God why can’t they just let it(me) go, I mean I know I’m their last child… but still…. I mean I can’t even dream of the day I’ll be able to escape the clutches of my parents because I honestly don’t know when that day is going to come! I mean fuck even in marriage they’ll probably be breathing down my back. Wait I have an idea if I can go to college in an area that THEY find unsuitable but fits me then they won’t want to follow me! Yes! Okay so.. Seattle is a maybe because they hate the rain and it always rains there. New York is also a maybe if I can somehow find $200,000 by next year (for room and board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled Water – Is like the epitome of snootiness. I mean it’s become something people carry around to look cool instead of actually DRINKING the water. But then again if I paid $1.50 for my water I wouldn’t want to waste it much either. But then again! I wouldn’t be caught dead paying for something that I can get for free!(ahem music ahem) but bottled water is turning into the Starbucks of the health-conscious generation, and I guess I would catch the drift if someone would just explain to me how bottled water is any better for you than tap water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretentious Anti-Establishment People – Get over it! Seriously! So your economy sucks and you hate your country. THEN MOVE! No one is forcing you to stay in your current house under these current rules that seem to piss you off so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I’m sorry for this little rant but I felt I had to get my point across&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8729977320575906432?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8729977320575906432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8729977320575906432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8729977320575906432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8729977320575906432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-i-dont-get.html' title='Things I don&apos;t get.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6161595636962699134</id><published>2008-03-06T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:57:33.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No (Dumb) Kids Left Behind.</title><content type='html'>So today I heard a story that seriously pissed me off. My friend was denied his right of education! Now see Ms. Stanley when you talked about how other people’s moods can be transferred onto yourself I didn’t believe you…. Until today! So my friend Stephen has his articulation with his counselor today and not only did his counselor treat him like ass he also denied Stephen the right to learn! So the story goes that Stephen went into his articulation upon Mr. Felix’s request and when he arrived low and behold Mr. Felix was there eating pizza and talking to his wife on the phone. Mr. Felix didn’t have the manners to put either his food or phone down when Stephen walked into his office. Anyways upon seeing his schedule Mr. Felix would casually say no to Stephen’s classes as he checked them off, while still talking to his effing wife! Now I can understand if this was some kind of emergency or something but if not, then this guys a jackass. Anyways any attempt Stephen attempt to defend his classes were cast in futility as Mr. Felix would just NOT let Stephen TRY the difficult classes he had chosen for himself, as a result the only AP class he’s taking next year is gonna be AP Psychology. But still the thing that got to me most about this story was the injustice of this school’s(or maybe just Mr. Felix) difficulty scale. I mean just because Stephen is in “regular” classes this year does not mean he can’t TRY to tackle AP classes next year. What do they think its for his best interest because he’ll die under the pressure? Well good! That’s a lesson he’ll teach himself…. If he EVER gets the chance to prove his worth! I’m betting if a smart kid were to apply for those same classes Mr. Felix wouldn’t give them a second glance, so why is then, that when “dumb” kids apply for higher classes they are chastised and treated like kindergartener’s who might get a boo-boo in their brains if they take any hard classes next year. Ugh, I’m so betting this is illegal, you can’t DENY a persons right to education, ESPECIALLY if he has met the criteria(grades, age) required to take a class, AND his teacher from this year have signed him off too. I mean his teachers wouldn’t sign him off if they didn’t believe in him right? Man this is so unjust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6161595636962699134?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6161595636962699134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6161595636962699134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6161595636962699134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6161595636962699134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-dumb-kids-left-behind.html' title='No (Dumb) Kids Left Behind.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1369407823693291223</id><published>2008-03-06T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:07:25.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch malaria — and get $4,000 </title><content type='html'>I always thought that those extreme medical testing scenarios where people are put into large transparent cylindrical tubes and then observed at by scientists were a piece of fiction. Turns out I was wrong! To be honest this is kinda cool, I mean what ELSE are you gonna do when you are in DESPERATE need of money? but then again crack addicts are probably gonna jump all over this. BUT THEN AGAIN! those crack addicts might not have the immune system needed to test out this drug so basically the scientists are looking for people who want to make a quick dollar(or 4,000) and hobos. Anyways lets take a look deeper into this. My stance on being tested for medical purposes - Hey, you know what, its your body and I have no right to say what the hell you put in there so you GO ahead and inject those mystery needles and take those pills, because you know what. You can. Just don't come crying to me about that third arm or 8th pinky toe in a few years because I'll have no sympathy for ya. Would I do it? - In a heartbeat! Of course they already have a cure for malaria so of course this isn't going to be fatal or anything so why not help science "expand" its knowledge of malaria by selling myself. I mean if it has no negative side effects I don't see the problem. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23490612/'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/odd_stuff/Catch_malaria_m_and_get_4_000'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1369407823693291223?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1369407823693291223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1369407823693291223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1369407823693291223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1369407823693291223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/catch-malaria-and-get-4000.html' title='Catch malaria — and get $4,000 '/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-4966662982093969492</id><published>2008-03-02T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:50:42.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why DInosaurs are awesome</title><content type='html'>Admit it, you love dinosaurs. At one point or another you thought how effing awesome it would be to ride one of those sons of bitches to school and or have one as a pet. You imagined you'd be the coolest kid on the block challenging other kids to race bikes. Only instead of a bike you had a tyrannosaurs rex. You imagined sicking your Velociraptors on your sister and or other people who annoyed you and then laughing and saying hahahaha gotcha! That's why growing up my favorite toys were always miniature dinosaur models and Jurassic Park was like my favorite movie of all time. (until Godzilla came out and I pissed my pants out of excitement to see that). But yeah Dinsosaurs.... Godzilla.... awesomeness... but srsly tell me you DIDN'T watch this scene in awe and I will give you a cookie.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JrfDZ3XUiSA&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23414422/'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/movies/Land_before_time_11_great_prehistoric_flicks'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-4966662982093969492?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4966662982093969492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=4966662982093969492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4966662982093969492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4966662982093969492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-dinosaurs-are-awesome.html' title='Why DInosaurs are awesome'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6083483982888698798</id><published>2008-03-02T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:36:02.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATs</title><content type='html'>So I spent my Friday night "studying" for my SATs by first going to supercuts. that already sounds bad. So we(my sister and I) are at supercuts and she's getting her hair did(aka getting her bangs cut) and I'm just sitting there reading my SAT book when all of a sudden when her name was called meaning it was her turn a guy who was sitting next to me was like. Where are you from. He looked persian so I thought it would be okay to tell him(persians love to meet other persians from their same country of origin. They think that if their from the same place they should automatically be friends) and turns out he was from Iran. So I was like cool(stalker) and went back to work. sooner than later my sister was done and we left Supercuts... for Ulta. To now get my sister's newly cut bangs straightened. Since Ulta employees are incompetent and my sister is too nice we went BACK to Supercuts where she straightened her hair herself. And then like 10 seconds after we left Supercuts who was following us but Mr. Iran himself. We were hella being stalked. So after that escapade we went to UCSD and as we were parking in some parking structure we were being followed some OTHER people who we assumed was the Iranian guy again but then the car parked and we were safe. And then we parked on like the roof level of the parking garage concrete thing and I started making earthquake jokes and my sister got scared and we went on the elevator(which was thankfully in operation). And so we walked to Geiselle Library found out it was closed (it looked scary as hell too) and so we went ot ostudy in a lounge. but some asians were there and we're being hella loud and annoying so after 15 minutes we left. And then we made fun of them. Silly asian girls think that by laughing like harajouko girls they are "cute" they're not. And then we passed by what had to have been the lamest college party to ever exist. It was like some sophisticated "get together" in a ballroom. LAME! then we tried going to the bookstar in costa verde but there were hella no chairs for us to sit on so we went to the Barnes and Noble in Mira Mesa again zero chairs so we did what any intellectual would do in a time of need. We went to In-n-out. And I didn't want anything bcuz I recently got some kind of tone on my abs but my sister forced me to share her fries and she ordered me a chocolate milkshake. bitch. and then like 30 afghans came to there and we were like shit afghans(their dads are probably at our house right now). So then we decided that since we had nothing better to do we'd see a movie so we went to see Jumper but it wasn't playing until 10:45 so then we watched be Kind Rewind(which was kind of dull) from 9:45 until 10:45 at which point we watched the worst movie I have ever seen. Then we went home and I slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The next morning I keyed the number 0 off of my ID card to make it look like it could pass for 11 cause I didn't find my most recent ID card and then we left to find the SAT place. too bad we went to the wrong lot! (oops) then we found it and I told my dad to wait in case they didn't accept my ID and I had to go home. Anyways I took the test and it wasn't THAT bad but I just know to work on my understanding of lines and triangles for next time and some vocab.... and then I went home and crashed. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6083483982888698798?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6083483982888698798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6083483982888698798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6083483982888698798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6083483982888698798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/sats.html' title='SATs'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-5999695383852873930</id><published>2008-03-02T01:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:05:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostitution has gotten so easy.</title><content type='html'>seriously with sites like cragislist and now Sugardaddy.com it's never been EASIER! to get a hoe/ or bitch(whatever you prefer to call them) Thanks to craigslist you can find local hoes with phone number provided to come to your house and fuck you. I gues the same applies to sugar daddy but I guess sugar daddy has more selection and variety as well as listing some in'er'esting facts about the hoe herself. like marital status and money. I mean whatever happened to the days where we physically had to get into our automobiles drive to the slums and pick out some ugly bitch from a herd of sheep. Nowadays technology has made even SEX (the only aspect we thought we COULDN'T get out of technology) possible! so ummm does that mean that we'll soon be seeing hoes we used to be seeing on street corners hitting up the internet cafes due to lack of business? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.alternet.org/sex/77923/1/'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/business_finance/Would_You_Work_4_Times_a_Month_and_Make_115_000'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-5999695383852873930?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/5999695383852873930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=5999695383852873930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5999695383852873930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5999695383852873930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/03/prostitution-has-gotten-so-easy.html' title='Prostitution has gotten so easy.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8333596306989064927</id><published>2008-02-26T00:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:34:15.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaked Pineapple Express Trailer</title><content type='html'>Damn it Judd Apatow it looks like you have another hit on your hands. For those of you who don't know who Judd Apatow is, he's the guy who made Superbad and Knocked Up(and I think Dewey Cox and Semi-Pro but I am unsure on that) Anyways he's one of Hollywood's most aspiring up and coming directors/producers. Basically anything he touches turns into cinema gold. His loyal fan-base is basically made up of males ranging in age from 16 - 32. That's what makes him so cool. His movies(for the most part) have universal appeal to any guy out there. Anyways the premise of this film seems to be cool, guys sees murder while high and is being hunted down by mob boss. We'll see where it goes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLfSLyojje0'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='/movies/Leaked_Pineapple_Express_Trailer'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8333596306989064927?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8333596306989064927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8333596306989064927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8333596306989064927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8333596306989064927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/02/leaked-pineapple-express-trailer.html' title='Leaked Pineapple Express Trailer'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6107901349396396847</id><published>2008-02-24T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:37:35.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afghan Culture funny'/><title type='text'>You know your Afghan when....</title><content type='html'>Sudafed is the number one cure for any sickness, no questions asked. I SAID NO QUESTIONS NOW SWALLOW THE FUCKING PILL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we know guests are coming over our homes must be as clean as if a British Nanny recently went to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea is best served with everything. Including itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Educamacation that's what we have like 12 kids for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you've hit it big when people call you by the title of your business. Example: of look their goes the Pizza Shop owner! and look here comes the owner of (insert local hookah bar name here) look smart and maybe he'll give you discount! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kid has at some point in their life played a Halo game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only future you see for your kid is to be either an Engineer or a Doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch Ariana T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've cried at the end of some indian movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your t.v. sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your oven is never NOT in use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask where it came from, just eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas = no. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're taking like 12 different types of pills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only NEED to take 11 diffrent types of pills. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a hairy ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have family in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate EVERY race/ethnicity but your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a way to get around paying for something you WILL find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican candy is THE SHIT! (No matter how much lead is in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only CDs you have in your car play indian music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cars, your's probably still has a cassette player in it to play classics that you saved from "the mother country" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Pakistani's are icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't trust Jews. (Except with your taxes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambo 3 is your favorite american movie of all time only because it took place in Afghanistan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wedding will be VERY LOUD and has already been planned out by your parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future wife/husband will be VERY LOUD and has already been planned out for you by your parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer still has a 56k jack in it somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deodarant? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(applies to san diego only) You've been to the Crystal Ballroom for someting or other AT LEAST 20 times. (end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see why white people make a big deal over owning a "persian rug" you have like 20 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOur freezer is full of meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeding is okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lights mean go faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the police pull you over you pretend to not know english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have at one point or other been in possession of satan sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate Russians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get into a car accident it's ALWAYS the other person's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart is a family adventure; Costco too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6107901349396396847?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6107901349396396847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6107901349396396847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6107901349396396847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6107901349396396847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-your-afghan-when.html' title='You know your Afghan when....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-3612876860802738473</id><published>2008-02-05T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:57:13.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Field Trip.</title><content type='html'>So today we went on a field trip to watch those plays which won the playwriting project from last year.(sadly no one from our schools won) After Ashley and I found a place to hide her binder from the Madden kids and her other classes etc etc, we went outside and SURPRISE SURPRISE who did we see walking around like a turret... Cathy!!! We were fucking terrified out of our minds cuz we didn't want her to know that we were coming cuz then she would glue onto us for the rest of the day and not give us a second to ourselves(it's what she does. so we like hid behind the mob of kids. but then saw her go into a separate car and leave, thus we were safe! phew! We found Michelle and talked to her and eventually found out way onto the bus, we sat like in the middle and next to Michelle; thus we were pretty chatty on our way to the theater... kind of. but the flipping bus driver loved Z90.3(radio station) which isn't all that bad except that it was all commercials! and he played it so loud too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we arrived at Horton Plaza(It;s really nice) and were IMMEDIATELY struck with fear that Cathy would find us. As we were shepherded into the pit of doom(the theater) I saw the eyes of the devil! cathy straight up looked RIGHT into my eyes. and I yelled GUACAMOLE! and Ashley got it but apparently Michelle didn't and continued on walking while me and Ashley stalled and let the crowd gather at the bottom of the pit. thankfully ht crowd was soon in motion and we found Michelle and Cathy was nowhere to be seen. Yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again more shepherding into the bowels of the theater and for some reason a crowd was gathered outside the main entrance to the physical theater itself. my hypotheses is that they were waiting for friends but still if your gonna do that then move out da way then bitches. We were given programs with the winning plays title's and writers listed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and Michelle found Cathy way in the corner and she was looking at us like an air headed falcon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first play was a retarded piece of shit about cats.&lt;br /&gt;(Insert intermission in which the three of us RAN THE FUCK out of the theater at top speed to avoid Cathy and those backstabbing hoes hella ran into the girls bathroom! i was like shit! It's cool tho I played it chill and just busted out my sisters i-pod(stolen, :P) and listened to some metallica COMPLETELY ignoring Cathy once we inevitably arrived and started pestering me about the location of Ashley and Michelle in which case I played true to our unspoken deal of avoiding her and lied and said I didn't know. BITCH stuck to me like Velcro cuz she know(thought) they would come back to me. **they never did, :P* eventually she left somewhere I thought I might as well save our seats. LOW AND BEHOLD WHO IS WAITING FOR ME ONCE I RETURN BUT MY HOES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second play was a hilarious retarded piece of shit about Borat in an apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last play was a retarded piece of shit about slutty teenagers in Hawaii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fun began as we sprinted as fast as we could've out of the theater and up the stairs, we were I kid you not the first people outside and we RAN the fuck outside of the Bowl of doom and right INTO Sam Goody! **where I bought my Grindhouse and Kurt Cobain posters. :P** then after I bought them it was time for the girls to decide where we were going. This ended up being nowhere in particular. We lollygagged around for mall for a few hours met Matteo along the way. Matteo tagged along which was cool. We went into Clares( a total chick store) and they had their Hannah Montana merchandise kept under lock and key! What the hell! Anyways matteo bought an earring and got a second-hand ear piercing from Michelle. Anyways lunch came and went nothing special. But when it was time to leave I got in this big rush thinking about being like the last kids there whne it turns out I was leading my group the wrong way and the busses wouldn’t arrive for another 15 minutes. But we WERE the last ones to check in. so hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-3612876860802738473?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3612876860802738473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=3612876860802738473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3612876860802738473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3612876860802738473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-field-trip.html' title='Amazing Field Trip.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-29727959642650539</id><published>2008-01-17T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:57:29.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOly crap!</title><content type='html'>I think I found Joshua Pelekai, my best friend from hawaii tonight....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-29727959642650539?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/29727959642650539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=29727959642650539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/29727959642650539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/29727959642650539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-crap.html' title='HOly crap!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-3642222408991464523</id><published>2008-01-15T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:15:12.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was made to make noise.</title><content type='html'>srsly that's my purpose in life. It's what I do best and it's something that will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life. I have an abnormally loud voice which I childishly blame on my ginormous Adam's apple(srsly tho it's huge.... lol huge). I can make farting sounds with like 4 different parts of my body and I consider it my "talent". Isn't that something? Some people are flexible, some can hold their breath underwater for a very long time, but all I can do is make noise, yippie kie yay. Oh and it helps that I love to sing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-3642222408991464523?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/3642222408991464523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=3642222408991464523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3642222408991464523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/3642222408991464523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-made-to-make-noise.html' title='I was made to make noise.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7850191392553335603</id><published>2008-01-10T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:01:05.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang...</title><content type='html'>today started off with shit with me missing first period again but I compensated by inflicting self detention upon myself and spending my lunch break with Mr. Brown. Too bad today was the Faith Club's meeting! AWKWARD! It kind of scared me how pushy their guest speaker, like your sins won't be atoned for unless you convert bitches into Christianity. And Mr. Brown cursed again. and Ms. Levens has terrible memory she didn't even remember the "incident" that happened yesterday! and fuck this english project thing is taking wayy too fucking long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7850191392553335603?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7850191392553335603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7850191392553335603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7850191392553335603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7850191392553335603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/dang.html' title='Dang...'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-2815020090632501799</id><published>2008-01-09T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:03:18.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol!</title><content type='html'>whoops. sorry patrick. In other news after a big talk about how materialism is bad... someone wants a new dinosaur jacket I see... ;) P.S. turning off Mac-books was never as hilarious as it was today in Biology! P.P.S. I WILL finish my damn literary terms list before tonight is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-2815020090632501799?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/2815020090632501799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=2815020090632501799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/2815020090632501799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/2815020090632501799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol.html' title='Lol!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7515617965434297575</id><published>2008-01-08T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:44:34.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronery Twats.</title><content type='html'>this is my blog so I'm gonna say whatever the fuck I want. I feel that I'm losing my identity in order to please those around me. And I don't want that. I mean how far am I willing to change to please someone? not that far. plus nothing can change the true me, the kid inside. I don't think I'll ever grow up. I mean look at my family my brother is  24 and we still mess around and make corny jokes like we're back in hawaii.... my Friends: &lt;br /&gt; hate every aspect of me. &lt;br /&gt; Want me to change in order to cater to their needs of what they want to see in a person. &lt;br /&gt; are quite joyous whenever we play the William is Silent game. &lt;br /&gt; Can't make sexual innuendo's for the life of them. &lt;br /&gt; are starting to not like me for who I am. &lt;br /&gt; Need to learn to  grow the fuck up so what if I swear in your native tongue just bcuz it bugs you doesn't mean you can stop me(see title)&lt;br /&gt; are the best people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rant over!&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7515617965434297575?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7515617965434297575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7515617965434297575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7515617965434297575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7515617965434297575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/fuckin-ronery-twats.html' title='Ronery Twats.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8296839439384119511</id><published>2008-01-08T01:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:20:45.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music or Friends.</title><content type='html'>lately my friends aren't able to choose and its srsly pissing me off. school is a time for human interaction. Get all techy and shit when you go home to your own private abode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being ignored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being so selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, I love myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8296839439384119511?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8296839439384119511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8296839439384119511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8296839439384119511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8296839439384119511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-or-friends.html' title='Music or Friends.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-249560515537235124</id><published>2008-01-08T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:45:58.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot 'Em Up!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who loves cheesy action movies should go see this film. Clive Owen's in it and plays the part of super human (but not a robot) badass pretty well. I like to think of it as kill bill meets sin city minus the plot but with a lot more corny jokes. the love interest of the film is pretty hot and almost gets burned in her cooch! all in all I give shoot 'em up an 8 out of ten due to SEVERE lack of plot/ back story for characters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-249560515537235124?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/249560515537235124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=249560515537235124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/249560515537235124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/249560515537235124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/shoot-em-up.html' title='Shoot &apos;Em Up!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8702383071498182348</id><published>2008-01-03T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:52:16.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>as said by my friend. Aviva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was awesome, really awesome. Here's how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan and Michelle came early, so first we looked at Michelle's giant universe book gift, it's always fun watching her get eyegasms over pictures. Then she started playing some music on her guitar and stuff. Then Patty got there, we tried to figure out how to make his gummies light up. Then Drew and Vincent got there, and we tried to put Drew's action figure together. We were waiting for William to get there with his Wii, but William forgot to bring his wii, because he showered for the first time the whole break. Our friend is really gross, and doesn't know his anatomy (clitORis, phallic/phallis). Anyway, we all went outside for some group bonding. Tested my penis senses, which were pretty accurate, aside from Patty. Played some truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Dare:&lt;br /&gt;Patty kissing Vincent... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather never have to lick William's ear again, it was slightly disturbing. Started a laugh circle (starting with Vincent, then Michelle?, then Tristan, Drew, me, Patty, William), but eventually it turned into word association. Then we just stared up at the stars and sang Tenacious D, Green Day, Queen, Beatles, and more. Finally we all got up, after I braided Patty's hair. Then we decided to walk to the park. We got William to try to keep quiet, and Vincent, Michelle and I kept coming up with innuendos, then Michelle and I kept describing our amazing sexual experiences to get him to break his silence to insert perverted comments, like always. Another attempt to get William to break his silence was Michelle and I see-saw swinging, we had William give us a starting push. Surprisingly, his first words were not sexual. After attempting to do slide orgies that didn't turn out that well since there were too many people and the slide was too small, we did extreme pin thingee fighting. Vincent dominated, but finally, I think it was Drew who beat him, then Michelle beat Drew. Then Michelle and I fought each other, and our boobs were very achey in the end since we were not shy in where we pushed. Then we started writing out each other's numbers in chalk by the rec. There is sitll a boob face there. We keep corrupting children's minds when we go to the park. We looked at the peace pole and tried reading what languages we knew on it. I think they misspelled one of the Hebrew words, but they probably did a lot of research, and I hardly know any Hebrew, so I'm probably wrong. Then we all held hands and started spinning really fast. First I lost William's hand, then Michelle's. Then I went flying, landed on my head, bounced, and landed on my head again. Was dead for awhile, then we walked home. William took an oath of silence again, and in spite of all the innuendos and such, we couldn't get him to speak. We watched tv for awhile, and William broke his oath about 10 minutes later, I don't rembember what he said though. We watched the ball drop then went outside to celebrate. After shooting confetti, and William stripping, (we hid his pants) then the rest of us lost the shirts, right when my mom came outside, just a bit awkward... But luckily we were able to blame William. Then we were about to go running aorund the neighborhood, and I dunnow how it happened, but I somehow flew out into the street, and skidded epically. You can see the damage in my profile picture. I went inside for some ice, then went outside to talk agian. Finally, we went inside again. I washed off the blood, but it still hurt alot. People's parents came, and they left. Then it was just Michelle, who had just discovered that she had left her bra in her pocket. I tried putting alcohol on my skid wounds, but couldn't handle it, so I had my mom take over. By the time it came to the shoulder, I was screaming Strawberry Fields Forever. We changed into our pajamas and I discovered that the worst of the epic skid was on my knee. Discussed what people did at sleepovers, since we were both so out of practice with a group of guy friends (who had begged my mom to be allowed to sleep over as well, but it was a lost cause). We settled on watching movies, and talking in the background. We watched international superhits for old time's sake. Then started to watch A Hard Day's Night, and conversed about how the Beatles were the greatest band in history. About halfway through though, we decided to go to sleep, around 3 in the morning, so we were awake for the Hawaiian new year. We woke up close to noon, and then I suddenly remembered my dream about dysfunctional wakeboarding offroad derbyness with cloth boards and cars without masturbation...very weird. Then we discussed how we hadn't eaten all year, she hadn't seen her mom all year, I hadn't been on the computer all year... and such. Then had waffles and oranges and cookies. After getting dressed, I discovered that jeans plus my knee wound were not a good mix, and also I couldn't hold anything from the scratches on my hand. We went out to take pictures anyway. Starting at Standley park, then walking all the way around the school tyring to find a way in. We got NOSTALGIC (Tristan) when we saw our old lunch spot, and laughed at the ridiculous banners hanging in the lunch area. Also the Jesus on the faith club sign... But it was completely locked up, so we went back to Standley, and continued walking to Spreckels, then to the end of Governor, and into the mini part of the canyon behind it. I got my "YES I'M SATISFIED" picture, and we saw these cool cabbagey things. But it was hot and we were feeling really tired and dead, and hangoverish. So we walked home, with only a few picture stops. Then Michelle called her mom to come get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you weren't there, this note is probably pretty not funny to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were there, you probably cracked up for almost everything you were supposed to crack up at. (Preposition ending haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're Michelle, then you did crack up for everything you were supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that about sums it up bcuz I'm WAYYY too lazy to say all of that in my own words.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. to future self/ fans I spent this winter break playing Mass Effect(and last year playing Gears of War) lol trends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8702383071498182348?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8702383071498182348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8702383071498182348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8702383071498182348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8702383071498182348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6611618639044960879</id><published>2007-12-29T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:38:07.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JM's room...</title><content type='html'>smells nice unlike mine, which reeks of afghan! lol. hmmm what to do what to do... I wish I could tell you how him and his posse sounded but I'm too busy drowing them out with MSI and stuff....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6611618639044960879?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6611618639044960879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6611618639044960879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6611618639044960879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6611618639044960879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/jms-room.html' title='JM&apos;s room...'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-5858372710447976944</id><published>2007-12-28T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:29:11.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this!</title><content type='html'>it's my hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://flash.revver.com/player/1.0/player.js?mediaId:588316;affiliateId:141459;width:480;height:392" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-5858372710447976944?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/5858372710447976944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=5858372710447976944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5858372710447976944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5858372710447976944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/watch-this.html' title='Watch this!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6035504133178055035</id><published>2007-12-21T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:56:48.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So today.....</title><content type='html'>was fucking incredible! and I'm still full of chocolate!**and sugar!** &lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 6:50 Am **VERY early for myself** and before Clara could eat me again in her loving grasp I repented her and pushed her away! That dirty whore. So I just like sat on my bed for like 5 mintues not doing anything but fighting conciousness. Eventually I was like no FUCK IT and I just got up and got my shit together. I found my glasses put my RYLA paperwork into my backpack and told me dad lets head out. but then he was like wear a jacket and I was like no and he was like we're not leaving until you wear a jacket so I was liek fine! so i go upstairs to change and I realize I've bene wearing the same shirt two days in a row and today would mark day three so i was like fuck that and changed into a more festive shirt. sadly I didn't remmeber to wear my afghanistan t-shirt bcuz it was so early in the morning. So i just wore my shirt from morocco. then he was like you can't leave until you put your socks on and then I figured since we were walkign to costa verde anyways I didn't want to do it in flip flops so I wore my socks... on the way out I figured that I wouldn't eat that much today so I grabbed one of our bigass costco chocolate muffins and left. the car was freezing! but oh well. beauty is pain bi-otch! I write my note to Ms MArtinez in order to get my psp back from her in thecar and make it sound pretty profesional and shit and then have my dad sign it in the parking lot behind ms. veahrs old room....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way to the attendence office I drop off my oreos in ms. fallons room and then drop off my RYLA shit to Ms. HArding. I can't let this oppurtunity slip! so yeah, after wards I meet up with hte homiez and like noo ne is there! its only like drew and michelle and aviva. **apparantly Tristan is in some alien land called Florida....** so then I help aviva find someone ot interview and then the bell rings and since we got nothing better to do we make our way to first period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck APUSH was the worst today Mr. Brown went coo-coo-cachoo by having us listen to his lecture on the day before break. crazy mofo. and then we watched a video on slavery... depresing... but it got better in second period! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast in second period. We gave Ms. Fallon her present **A gift card for some baby store** and filled up two whole trash bags of trash... like to the brim... I ate... one cupcake, 1 donut, 3 oreos, 1 mini brownie, 1 mini piece of mini cofee cake, and some awesome rice... but while I was going to the rice I totally let some napkins fall and then I put them back hoping no one saw**but they did**.... **but oh well**  Oh yeah and I gulped(I hate any word involving food that starts with a g i.e. glutton, gut, etc etc) it all down wit some medium cold pepsi. yum. Oh yea hand me and ashley totally sand ns*ync and or backstreet boys and or ace of base.. I forgot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in period 3 we had a party but I didn't eat anything** and just like period 2 no one ate my brownies** so me, gilbert, kate, and marjyre, took HELLA pictures! &lt;br /&gt;see: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&amp;friendID=17780595&amp;albumId=1339484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In period 4 we decided to throw out party at Costa Verde so we walked and it was cool. Me and JM(John Milktoast) sand whatever songs came to our head at the moment as well as joining Jaron and David in whatever songs they were singing too! all was good. Oh yeah and I made Lisa my pimp daddy. :) or is it the other way around I'm not sure. anyways I watched Ethan JM and Tyler chow on lunch while I sat and chatted it up with them.(my tummy wwas full of sugar ande shit) then JM myself and Tyler played the Penis game(and talking about Superbad which DOESN'T suck.... that much)(.. Ethan wandered off somewhere...) anyways just as we got into Bristol Farms looking for some free samples we realized it was time to leave and we(the kids) were all present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we totally had a party and gave Ms. Fallon her gift. a giftcard to a baby store! yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brown stalking me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6035504133178055035?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6035504133178055035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6035504133178055035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6035504133178055035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6035504133178055035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-today.html' title='So today.....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8039616838646564754</id><published>2007-12-19T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:28:04.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Gore</title><content type='html'>needs to shut the fuck up. we get it already earth is melting. now please shut the fuck up. no one cares anymore your 15 minutes of fame are over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8039616838646564754?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8039616838646564754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8039616838646564754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8039616838646564754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8039616838646564754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/al-gore.html' title='Al Gore'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-5869006124875560591</id><published>2007-12-17T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:04:03.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that made 2007 suck....</title><content type='html'>southern california fires - over 1,200 families without homes! lame!&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Tech Shooting - what did those kids ever do to deserve that?&lt;br /&gt;mother teresa gave up on god? wtf!?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/top10/article/0,30583,1686204_1690170_1692386,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;global warming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-5869006124875560591?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/5869006124875560591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=5869006124875560591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5869006124875560591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5869006124875560591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-that-made-2007-suck.html' title='The things that made 2007 suck....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7399191936626887083</id><published>2007-12-17T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:04:05.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that made 2007 great....</title><content type='html'>Youtube - for helping me waste countless hours of fun &lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter - We will always miss you. &lt;br /&gt;The Chinese lead toy recall - lol dem silly azns be trying to poison us! but no! we're too smart for that! and yet we're drinking water with flouride in it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/uniontrib/20050922/news_lz1e22schuber.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucking iPhone - for revolutionizing the phone industry as we know it. &lt;br /&gt;Ninendo Wii - cuz I gots one bi-otch! &lt;br /&gt;That plane that carried nukes on its wings - lol just goes to show how vigilant we are in airport safety, no?&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowlings shamless publicity - aka Dumbledore being gay...&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - nuff said! &lt;br /&gt;In Rainbows - Srsly great album&lt;br /&gt;perez hilton - damn that guys funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7399191936626887083?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7399191936626887083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7399191936626887083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7399191936626887083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7399191936626887083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-that-made-2007-great.html' title='Things that made 2007 great....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1190332866080657186</id><published>2007-12-12T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:41:06.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twitchy Eyed Geisha....</title><content type='html'>So yesteday I was told to finish my homework before I went to volunteer at my mosque because I was being forced into going to some people's house right after mosque to geisha my face off. but before I get there lets talk about today.... Omfg APUSH was srsly the boringest it's been in a long long time and of couse I picked the seat right in the middle of class so Mr. Brown was totally staring me down today thus making it THAT MUCH HARDER to fall asleep... shit I gotta finish my concept map I'll finish this when I get home**after I edit Babel to cater to my tastes,,,**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1190332866080657186?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1190332866080657186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1190332866080657186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1190332866080657186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1190332866080657186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/twitchy-eyed-geisha.html' title='The Twitchy Eyed Geisha....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8547424114308097362</id><published>2007-12-12T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:23:42.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWOMH</title><content type='html'>gamble, superstition, Hedonist, sex, music, party, UCSB....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8547424114308097362?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8547424114308097362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8547424114308097362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8547424114308097362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8547424114308097362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/wwomh_12.html' title='WWOMH'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6980467912705514045</id><published>2007-12-11T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:56:12.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder....</title><content type='html'>what life is like as a plant? I mean you don't feel any emotion and all you do in life is grow! so no one can ridicule you right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6980467912705514045?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6980467912705514045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6980467912705514045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6980467912705514045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6980467912705514045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8663916228078318681</id><published>2007-12-11T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:55:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWOMH</title><content type='html'>Falling Leaves - Essay - (find) Congo) - Math - Read Psyche - APUSH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8663916228078318681?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8663916228078318681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8663916228078318681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8663916228078318681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8663916228078318681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/wwomh.html' title='WWOMH'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-4513738305937601454</id><published>2007-12-11T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:54:07.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashy Feet!</title><content type='html'>I have them! what the hell! I thought only old people got ashy feet! what's wrong with me! god! I think its the fact that all I have been wearing throughout this freezing winter season is sandals. Maybe if I wore my shoes my feet would sweat more and they would be more moist? thus not ashy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-4513738305937601454?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/4513738305937601454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=4513738305937601454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4513738305937601454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/4513738305937601454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/ashy-feet.html' title='Ashy Feet!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-968404213892294159</id><published>2007-12-11T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:52:07.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-968404213892294159?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/968404213892294159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=968404213892294159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/968404213892294159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/968404213892294159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8284189672543071373</id><published>2007-12-10T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:58:49.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stanky stank!</title><content type='html'>EAR WAX! TRY IT YOU KNOW YOU WANNA! once after I dug who knows what out of my ear lodbe I went to go scratch a zit beneath my nose... as I inhaled(through my nose of course) I caught a good long wiff of ear wax residue... not pleasant smelling stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey wait! does this mean I have shit for brains? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee-hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8284189672543071373?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8284189672543071373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8284189672543071373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8284189672543071373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8284189672543071373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/stanky-stank.html' title='stanky stank!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-5742879190964195759</id><published>2007-12-06T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:04:01.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky....</title><content type='html'>Pen ink! pen ink reeks! I wonder what secret magical formula is in it to make it smell so bad... but yeah add pen ink to my list of things that smell bad. It kinda smells like melted plastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-5742879190964195759?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/5742879190964195759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=5742879190964195759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5742879190964195759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5742879190964195759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/stinky.html' title='Stinky....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-196030546827990787</id><published>2007-12-05T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:44:11.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what else smells?</title><content type='html'>the inside of your belly button! dig in your pinky finer and pull out and tell me what it smells like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-196030546827990787?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/196030546827990787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=196030546827990787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/196030546827990787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/196030546827990787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-what-else-smells.html' title='you know what else smells?'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1110641909367878225</id><published>2007-12-05T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:08:34.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New segment: Whats Wriiten on my Hand. aka WWH!!!</title><content type='html'>todays message of the hand is: &lt;br /&gt;front: pray &lt;br /&gt;palm: blood adam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1110641909367878225?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1110641909367878225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1110641909367878225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1110641909367878225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1110641909367878225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-segment-whats-wriiten-on-my-hand.html' title='New segment: Whats Wriiten on my Hand. aka WWH!!!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1163088577672865249</id><published>2007-12-05T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:21:39.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On smelly stuff....</title><content type='html'>how come when you buy gummy bears from Henry's the bears themselves don't smell like gummy bears and smell... "bad" but when you taste them they taste totally okay? this reminds me of that special deature on the USpersize me DVD where it showed what happened to mcdonalds fires after 11 weeks... absolutely nothing. makes you wonder how old those gummy bears are anyways, huh? Shit i totally slept through the victoria's secret fashion show. lame! oh well patrick recorded it. lol.  ooo I think I will do a rundown of my friends later on this week. keep it here for details. :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it snowed in afghanistan! lol lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Main_Page"&gt;www.ecyclopediadrammatica.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a god laugh head there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1163088577672865249?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1163088577672865249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1163088577672865249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1163088577672865249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1163088577672865249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-smelly-stuff.html' title='On smelly stuff....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6838527036264407979</id><published>2007-12-05T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:35:28.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends can be so...</title><content type='html'>Silly! lol. umm damn english studying is lame but I have an 87 percent which is damn good considering its Ms. Fallon! She grades hella crazy! Fuck in 5 and a half hours I have to go to APUSH :(. Ohhh I heard from someone in period 3 that Mr. Brown totally dissed Mr. Burketts style of DBQ's and that the entire left side of the room(who had Mr. Burkett last year) got HELLA quiet. &lt;br /&gt;    Don't you hate it when teachers expect you to copy down what their saying as their saying it? we're not all aspiring **insert whatever you call those people who work at courthouses and write down what everyone says** you know! &lt;br /&gt;    don't you hate it when people don't trust your links that you send them! I mean sure I have a reputation of being a total sleeze-bag. (Which I take in stride!) but like I'm not mean or anything. Like I won't trick you into clicking into a virus or anything dirty or shit like that. that's only for immature people who are like lol penis! lemme send this to my friends and get a kick out of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah P.S. &lt;br /&gt;this is awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqTHmzMk0Cw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6838527036264407979?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6838527036264407979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6838527036264407979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6838527036264407979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6838527036264407979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/friends-can-be-so.html' title='Friends can be so...'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6513026055920345548</id><published>2007-12-04T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:10:05.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in Biology</title><content type='html'>I did nothing. Oh boy tonights the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! can't wait! buahh!! oh and patrick has a lot of ice cream! yay! but what if I turn lactose intolerant by saturday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my freshman friends can't even stand the DEFINITION of thet word goatse, imagine if they saw it for themselves.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah I'm outtie for now I need to go home and SLEEP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. did you know you can blog from school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6513026055920345548?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6513026055920345548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6513026055920345548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6513026055920345548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6513026055920345548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-in-biology.html' title='Today in Biology'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8668301972227102115</id><published>2007-12-04T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:12:05.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what really smells?</title><content type='html'>Underneath your nails... especially toe nails.. I just clipped my to nails and held my face to close to my foot and got a good whiff of Foot Ass Stench....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/system+of+a+down/track/war"&gt;System Of A Down - War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8668301972227102115?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8668301972227102115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8668301972227102115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8668301972227102115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8668301972227102115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-what-really-smells.html' title='You know what really smells?'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-9210699934318579523</id><published>2007-12-03T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:35:31.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school friends aviva michelle patrick drew stephen vincent'/><title type='text'>Ugh Manic Mondays....</title><content type='html'>suck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAiwrWUSJ3Q&lt;br /&gt;**make sure that song is playing in the background as you read this**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah the day started crappily, like my dad woke me up at like 7:00 and was like it's too late to go t oschool you shouldn't go to school your sister needs to go to school in a half an hour later... I groaned and said okay... I thought I was off the hook.... but then my mom woke up... she went beserk! she was like if someone put a needle in her foot or something... anyway I was too scared NOT to go to school so i did... and things didn't get better from there on out... I arrived at school generally early but not as early as I've been before (7:10)and like no one was there. Then aviva got there and started acting like a retarded flamingo, which i promptly told her she looked like.... sometime later Patrick arrived and we were all one retarded happy family.. oh and we saw Cathy too but looked away... lol... omg APUSH was sooo fucking boring today... so I decided to spend my time productively by not listening ot Mr. Brown's boring ass lecture and instead finish my AP Psyche journal due during period 4, :P and I did! I finished it with 10 minutes to spare! Now lemme just tell you that while i was writing my journal I was perky as hell but afterwards... in those 10 minutes.... nothing felt more inviting than my warm blanket and a nice soft pillow.... BEEP freedom, for now period 2 oh shit our essays our due like on Thursday right? and I didn't even get an outline or anything done yet! shit! Within the first 10 minutes we learned that they weren't due until next Tuesday! score! thank god for lazy teachers who don't want to grade notebooks from seniors and our essays in the same weekend(which would suck!!!) so we spent the period filling out those handouts that no one bothered to do during the actual presentations om grammar and shit. AVID was AVID average.... We dominated in Psyche (again) and I was being a total bitch for fun, but Vincent caught on... that dirty hoe then lunch came around and we fought like eagles and everyone has land on Patrick's face but me... **isolation sux** (Note to self buy drew spray on tan stuff) lunch was boring as hel and Patrick sneezed blood all over his notebook which Ms. Levens (aka slut) didn't appreciate very much.... Bio was fun my freshman friends stared in awe of my AWESOME BLOG and were like I want one too... jealous bitches. lol. then me and Patrick raced to Drew's house and I won. :) FACE! sun roofs are awesome... I think Patrick's mom thnks my mom os crazy tho... crazy and Rambo! crazy Rambo! that's her new name! then I got home and started this... I'm tired. I need a shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummy Bear indigestion = :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Early Khannukuh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-9210699934318579523?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/9210699934318579523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=9210699934318579523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/9210699934318579523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/9210699934318579523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/12/ugh-manic-mondays.html' title='Ugh Manic Mondays....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8566252315564505871</id><published>2007-11-26T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:36:41.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what bugs the hell out of me...</title><content type='html'>when people have gift registries at certain places. that's so fucking stupid to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8566252315564505871?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-4814832854996089713</id><published>2007-11-26T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:16:02.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend...</title><content type='html'>friday0 turkey dinner ate like a machine, LOTS of people over, still a whole fucking turkey in my fridge... &lt;br /&gt;saturday - RE 4, homework, mass effect, out of order. &lt;br /&gt;sunday - more turkey, met someone really full of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my current fave song... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxpblnsJEWM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-4814832854996089713?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-9156850681607871079</id><published>2007-11-21T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:43:17.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He can draw!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/s2pidass/fishy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/s2pidass/fishy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/s2pidass/starry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/s2pidass/starry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/s2pidass/Copyofbetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c227/s2pidass/Copyofbetty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what I made...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-9156850681607871079?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/9156850681607871079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=9156850681607871079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/9156850681607871079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/9156850681607871079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-can-draw.html' title='He can draw!!!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-904078881390460986</id><published>2007-11-20T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:04:30.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!!!!</title><content type='html'>these kids got moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JY8nPB8BXh4&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-904078881390460986?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/904078881390460986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=904078881390460986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/904078881390460986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/904078881390460986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/damn.html' title='DAMN!!!!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7954615042798740198</id><published>2007-11-19T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:38:37.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Similarities between Afghan and Japanese Culture.</title><content type='html'>1. We both love tea. &lt;br /&gt;2. We both believe in Filal Piety or that hte male is the head of the nuclear familiar&lt;br /&gt;3. we both LOVE Kotatsus &lt;br /&gt;4. we both love really corny dramas.&lt;br /&gt;5. We both pick out husbands for our daughters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7954615042798740198?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7954615042798740198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7954615042798740198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7954615042798740198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7954615042798740198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/similarities-between-afghan-and.html' title='The Similarities between Afghan and Japanese Culture.'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7510454182561498972</id><published>2007-11-15T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:56:45.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to learn to dance....</title><content type='html'>like this person... she's my hero... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGZRWq1-g6w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGZRWq1-g6w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7510454182561498972?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7510454182561498972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7510454182561498972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7510454182561498972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7510454182561498972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-learn-to-dance.html' title='I want to learn to dance....'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-6684645231630496520</id><published>2007-11-14T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:15:28.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap, new Gorillaz is AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>go listen now or die! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=13700208&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. for those of you who don't know I'm a very big fan of the Gorillaz and LOVE their music to death....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-6684645231630496520?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/6684645231630496520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=6684645231630496520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6684645231630496520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/6684645231630496520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/holy-crap-new-gorillaz-is-awesome.html' title='Holy crap, new Gorillaz is AWESOME!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-979144853445807512</id><published>2007-11-13T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:13:12.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied! I do love surprises!</title><content type='html'>My brother, **the black one** just surprised me by visiting us from Riverside! how cool! I wonder how long he's staying and if he vrought halo 3 or not?... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/cake/track/the+distance"&gt;Cake - The Distance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-979144853445807512?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/979144853445807512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=979144853445807512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/979144853445807512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/979144853445807512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-lied-i-do-love-surpriseses.html' title='I lied! I do love surprises!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-5017074878688796373</id><published>2007-11-13T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:35:48.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only $1.6 trillion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071113/ap_on_go_co/war_costs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON - The economic costs of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are estimated to total $1.6 trillion — roughly double the amount the White House has requested thus far, according to a new report by Democrats on Congress' Joint Economic Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report, released Tuesday, attempted to put a price tag on the two conflicts, including "hidden" costs such as interest payments on the money borrowed to pay for the wars, lost investment, the expense of long-term health care for injured veterans and the cost of oil market disruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $1.6 trillion figure, for the period from 2002 to 2008, translates into a cost of $20,900 for a family of four, the report said. The Bush administration has requested $804 billion for the Iraq and Afghanistan wars combined, the report stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Iraq war only, total economic costs were estimated at $1.3 trillion for the period from 2002 to 2008. That would cost a family of four $16,500, the report said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future economic costs would be even greater. The report estimated that both wars would cost $3.5 trillion between 2003 and 2017. Under that scenario, it would cost a family of four $46,400, the report said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report, from the committee's Democratic majority, was not vetted with Republican members. Democratic leaders in Congress, including Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, D-Nev., seized on the report to criticize Bush's war strategy. The White House countered that the report was politically motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This report was put out by Democrats on Capitol Hill. This committee is known for being partisan and political. They did not consult or cooperate with the Republicans on the committee. And so I think it is an attempt to muddy the waters on what has been some positive developments being reported out of Iraq," said White House press secretary Dana Perino. "I haven't seen the report, but it's obvious the motivations behind it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report comes as the House and Senate planned to vote this week on another effort by Democrats to set a deadline for withdrawing troops from Iraq as a condition for providing another $50 billion for the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid said the report "is another reminder of how President Bush's stubborn refusal to change course in Iraq and congressional Republicans' willingness to rubber stamp his failed strategy — has real consequences at home for all Americans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perino, while acknowledging the dangers in Iraq, defended Bush's stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obviously it remains a dangerous situation in Iraq. But the reduction in violence, the increased economic capacity of the country, as well as, hopefully, some continued political reconciliation that is moving from the bottom up, is a positive trend and one that we — well, it's positive and we hope it is a trend that will take hold," Perino said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel Klein, spokesman for the Joint Economic Committee, took issue with the White House's characterization of the panel's report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Instead of dealing with the substance of this report, the White House is once again trying to deflect attention away from the blistering costs of this war in Iraq," Klein said. "This report uses the nonpartisan CBO (Congressional Budget Office) budget estimates and was prepared by the JEC's professional economists using the same process this committee has always used, regardless of which party is in the majority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the committee's top-ranking Republican members — Sen. Sam Brownback of Kansas and Rep. Jim Saxton of New Jersey — called on the Democratic leadership to "withdraw this defective report." A joint statement from the two Republican lawmakers said the report is a "thinly veiled exercise in political hyperbole masquerading as academic research."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White House Budget Director Jim Nussle accused Democrats of "trying to distort reality for political gain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil prices have surged since the start of the war, from about $37 a barrel to well over $90 a barrel in recent weeks, the report said. "Consistent disruptions from the war have affected oil prices," although the Iraq war is not responsible for all of the increase in oil prices, the report said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the report estimated that high oil prices have hit U.S. consumers in the pocket, transferring "approximately $124 billion from U.S. oil consumers to foreign (oil) producers" from 2003 to 2008, the report said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High oil prices can slow overall economic growth if that chills spending and investment by consumers and businesses. At the same time, high oil prices can spread inflation throughout the economy if companies decide to boost the prices of many other goods and services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, "the sum of interest paid on Iraq-related debt from 2003 to 2017 will total over $550 billion," the report said. The government has to make interest payments on the money it borrows to finance the national debt, which recently hit $9 trillion for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report was obtained by The Associated Press before its release. An earlier draft of the report, which also had been obtained by The AP, had put the economic cost of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars slightly lower, at $1.5 trillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What this report makes crystal clear," said Joint Economic Committee Chairman Sen. Chuck Schumer, D-N.Y., "is that the cost to our country in lives lost and dollars spent is tragically unacceptable." Rep. Carolyn Maloney, D-N.Y., the panel's vice chair, said of the Iraq war: "By every measure, this war has cost Americans far too much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-5017074878688796373?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/5017074878688796373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=5017074878688796373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5017074878688796373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/5017074878688796373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-only-16-trillion.html' title='It&apos;s only $1.6 trillion'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-8135081026851267739</id><published>2007-11-13T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:51:27.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch dog India marriage'/><title type='text'>India is hella crazy!</title><content type='html'>proof: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,311079,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man in India Marries Dog to Atone for Stoning to Death Mating Canines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, November 13, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW DELHI  —  Selva Kumar had been hounded for 15 years by the memory of a horrible act he'd committed as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an 18-year-old he had stoned and clubbed to death two dogs he found engaged in mating. He then hung their carcasses from a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when his personal suffering began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After that my legs and hands got paralyzed and I lost hearing in one ear," Kumar told the Hindustan Times newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar, now 33 and living in the southern Indian district of Sivaganga, could no longer take the physical pain of the "dog curse," so he sought the advice of an astrologer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cure for his maladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marry a dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is just what Kumar did on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a ceremony befitting a beautiful Indian bride, the bitch, a former 10-year-old stray named "Selvi," was bathed and dressed in a ceremonial orange sari with a garland of flowers adorning her neck. She was then brought to the temple in Tamil Nadu to be presented to Kumar by members of his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar, sitting beside his bride, recited his marriage vows, declaring, "I will take care of it until its death." Then, the "couple" was declared married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply superstitious people in rural India sometimes organize weddings to dogs and other animals, believing it can ward off certain curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hindustan Times reported Kumar's family hosted a feast — while Selvi dined on a bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word on where the couple would honeymoon or reside, or whether they had registered for gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY INPUT: Damn bestiality is hella weird. I mean who would marry a dog I mean you know the bitch is gonna die withing like 4 or 5 years tops anyways. That is, unless it(she?) runs away. would that be considered divorce? and plus how would you know if the dog would intentionally be committing adultery when you can't really ask her for her thoughts, now can you? And what would Kumar do if his wife attacked and killed a cow? stone her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-8135081026851267739?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/8135081026851267739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=8135081026851267739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8135081026851267739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/8135081026851267739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/india-is-hella-crazy.html' title='India is hella crazy!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-7686370185507027477</id><published>2007-11-13T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:10:32.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it's hot!</title><content type='html'>ugh the day started out crapp-ily.&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in Clara's**Clara is the codename I use for my super awesome cheetah print blanket that's fake mink. :)** warm embrace by my father bellowing out my name to wake my ass up for school. I looked at the time. Only 7. nice. That left enough time to get to Ms. Fallon's by like 7:10 and go over my group's handout with her. So since I wanted to save time by skipping breakfast I improvised by eating a fun size M&amp;M's and Snicker's bar that I had got the day before at a mysterious 75% percent off sale yesterday. Which is mysterious because everyone knows that candy doesn't expire, at least not to me. :). As I got to the car I realized that I hadn't looked at myself in the mirror to check/fix my hair status. I had hella nappy hair. Oh well, I was too laz to go to a water fountain and pour water for the rest of the day so I officially declared today nappy headed hoe day. :). Of course I was the only one celebrating but still! So I got Ms. Fallon to look at my handout and got that done. So I went to meet  up with da peeps and of course totally blasted my entrance in hopes that someone would notice me with my traditional, "Bitches be goin' crazy" call. Just as we got to the door of APUSH Patrick realized he left his books where we usually hang and ran back to get them while drew and aviva walked towards first and I walked into history. and GOD was it boring, I almost fell asleep**Again** and thankful Mr. Brown recognized that bcuz as I left he was telling some kid about how he didn't think his lecture went too well today. I'd agree considering I spent the entire class hour doing english homework that was due next period. In English we talked about our project, nothing exciting. AVID held just another tutorial. Psyche held another Jeopardy in which today's reward was candy and both people who sat in a vertical line behind me loved Dots as much as me so I gave them some of mine when I got a question right. We**the group** spent lunch at the "piano" aka death room. and to our surprise Danielle was there. AWKWARD. bitch hella kept to herself, and good riddance to her! Me Aviva and Tristan played the Vagina game in which we replaced words in movie titles with the word vagina. that was fun too. then lunch was over and Drew called Vincent's bitch ass and asked him why he didn't come to school and how he lost a bet with me because of it. then we all said our hellos and goodbyes **in a manner of speaking** then me and patrick went to math. HELLA boring once again. Then in Bio we got our quizzez back and lets just say I did better than I thought I would do... **14 out of 22 all guesses btw!** then I went to math to do a retake cuz yeah I'm bad at math get over it. and then michelle came in and asked about her phone, I guess she got caught, oh well... then I escaped and met up with my peeps and went home... and had candy for lunch. :) man I'm tired as hell... but no! must stay awake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/pinback/track/fortress"&gt;Pinback - Fortress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-7686370185507027477?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/7686370185507027477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=7686370185507027477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7686370185507027477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/7686370185507027477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/damn-its-hot.html' title='Damn it&apos;s hot!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104082769097173796.post-1765699073765029668</id><published>2007-11-13T02:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:23:45.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late at night study speech'/><title type='text'>ZOMG it's so late!</title><content type='html'>I really should be looking over hose damn lectures... anyways, I'll do a proper intro tomorrow. But for now I need to read! **and shower**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/system+of+a+down/track/toxicity" title="'System of a Down - Toxicity' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;System of a Down - Toxicity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104082769097173796-1765699073765029668?l=sandyegg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/feeds/1765699073765029668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3104082769097173796&amp;postID=1765699073765029668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1765699073765029668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104082769097173796/posts/default/1765699073765029668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyegg.blogspot.com/2007/11/zomg-its-so-late.html' title='ZOMG it&apos;s so late!'/><author><name>Mister Sandy Egg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16790653948143531495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CIwzd1M4U4c/R4M18XyC8RI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AuIAspI9D54/S220/Photo89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
