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Life seems to be changing around me. I am getting into music for the first time; Punk is what I am in to... people are saying that I am looking emo or punk now too. Christianity is becoming more of an influence on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Promise of God&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own&lt;br /&gt;understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will&lt;br /&gt;make your path straight. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Proverbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet Drake has been ejected for his writing habits and other personal reasons. I'm sorry if there was someone that actually enjoyed his writing... We know each other in person and he is into a different atmosphere. While he is enjoys his video games and... video games, I am into other things. Which brings me to a point. I am starting another blog to talk about some of that stuff. I am likely to post a link to it,  along with a small sample, on Tuesday. I plan to speak more freely on this new page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will start a poll too; Which do you prefer, MySpace 'OR' Blogger? Unfortunately, I do not know what MySpace is like due to my lacking of an account or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may also start sounding a bit different in my writing, not that anyone pays attention...&lt;br /&gt;There have been student in my school, older than me, that 'were' taller than I was 2 years ago. I saw one of them the other day and he is now shorter than I am. Either everyone is at a stunt, or something happened while I was stretching at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like this belt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.oldglory.com/product/025954MIBEc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="http://images.oldglory.com/product/025954MIBEc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldglory.com/lp/product/%7Ecategory_id=HBK_820/%7Eproduct_id=025954MIBE;jsessionid=49F6BFBD92E8074D182A81CA5F4602C7.jvm1"&gt;Old Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, not many people actually know what 'Lamb of God' is. This is the belt I am wearing right now and I hope to get away with everyone believing that I am wearing it as an act to show my faith in Jehovah Rohi. Here is a sample of 'Lamb of God,' which I don't approve of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07302887582185401 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07302887582185401 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07302887582185401 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07302887582185401 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07302887582185401 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07302887582185401 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYlZAI2K0eU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had to say give bye to some people I have known. Not everyone wants to here rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spray Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836782571856004697-6553295096175970552?l=broken-note.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Well, first of all my friends and I got in line for Vortex which we didn't know it would have a sudden drop, so when we got to the front of the line my friends all went first then I got in the water crossed my ankles put my hands behind my head and off I went, whooshing through the water then after going round and round I fell through a shute to about a 5 foot drop in a 8 foot pool. Water rushed up my nose and when I got to the surface my friends were no where to be seen! After searching for about 20 minutes I finally found one of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Together, we went into the wave pool hoping that some more of our friends would find us. Once the waves started I tried to float but the water was rushing up my nose and in my ears, then my nose felt strangely warm and it was then that I realized then my nose was bleeding! I could just hear a life guard calling me but odd enough they didn't jump in! So there I was one hand plugging my nose and the other trying to swim against the waves to the ladder, of course the waves were strong and my one arm couldn't move me. So a kind lady help me to the ladder then I climbed up and the life guard of all things hands me a "rubber" glove and I was thinking to myself why in the world did she give me a rubber glove?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;After that she escorted me to the water parks health office to help me bleeding nose and all they did was give me a loose grip nose pincher which, after I few seconds, it was soaked in blood and my blood was dripping through it, and all they did was ask me if I bumped my head! I told them no then after 2 minutes they asked again if I bumped my head, this happened about 3 times! Then a lady with her son noticed my nose was dripping through the cloth they put in the pincher luckily she was a nurse and she knew what happened and knew the simple solution, so she gave me some napkins to pinch my nose with! A few minutes after that they said I could go which I did. My friend was waiting for me outside unhappy that we had to wait 5 minutes for the bleeding to stop, and during those 5 minutes I was thinking about those doctors that didn't know what the heck they were doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;After that incident I thought my troubles were behind me, they weren't! We got in line for the Black Hole ride and when we got to the top I crossed my ankles hands behind my head then away I went. Whooshing down at high speeds I was about to scream whoohoo but then I heard someone behind me saying "Whoohoo!" like he was reading my mind. It was a man that had to have been over the wait limit because he was whooshing down the slide faster then I was! When I hit the pool after the ride I knew what was going to happen..... He came tumbling down on me then walked about as if he didn't know, he practically snapped my neck! (Glad my head didn't end up his behind! Well I guess that is the one, and only, good thing about this day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;After this day of pain I never wanted to go there again but, I felt bad that my family was going and I was not so even though remembering that day I went anyways. Three days after that unluckily I got sick with a rash type virus and had to go to the emergency room only to find out that it was a virus after having needles and an IV stuck in my arm! Heck, they labeled it as "Unknown," and gave me some Placebo Pills thinking 'I' was crazy... What do you think? They charged $600 to tell me that it was an "Unknown Virus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;~Wet Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836782571856004697-5838467496012525636?l=broken-note.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Do you already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt; have a game you want to publish?&lt;br /&gt;Contact the web site owner here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)" href="mailto:YourGamesNow@gmail.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;Contact&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;. If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt; you were wondering&lt;br /&gt;where the money goes when you purchase one of there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt; items,&lt;br /&gt;publishers take home 75% of every sale, 20% goes into a fund for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;paying the site's bills, and Joseph Browning (the owner) gets a 5%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;commission. Once the bills are paid, the realized excess is distributed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;to publishers as a proportion of their sales in comparison to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;overall sales of the site on a monthly basis. New items along with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;giveaways are added every month too, making this a non-stop palace of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;enjoyment. Did you know that there is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Shipping &amp; Handling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;charge for their quality products? Everything (with a few exceptions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;is traded through e-trade, or download. Another bonus is that this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;uses Pay-Pal to keep your money transactions safe. A note from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;"Fun and games aside, we've done our best to insure&lt;br /&gt;that all products contained herein are harmless to your&lt;br /&gt;computer and operating systems, but we recommend that&lt;br /&gt;you always run a virus check on any download you ever&lt;br /&gt;perform regardless of the source of the download. The&lt;br /&gt;internet is full of goblins and orcs, so wear a helmet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Well this site is a great Roleplay experience, so check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;(No,I was not payed to put this on here, I wrote it to bring happiness&lt;br /&gt;to all Roleplaying Friends.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spray Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836782571856004697-2003523032095339719?l=broken-note.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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General things; water plants, clean dog's water bowl, pick up groceries, etc. My mother and I planned to start at 5:00 in the morning so we could could get everything done early. Well, we both got to bed at about 10 PM and tried to get up at 4 AM, she couldn't do it... I got up at 4 and she set the alarm to go off at like 5 something. So while I was waiting for her, I stumbled around in the dark getting prepared for the grocery shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This sounds like a lot of work just to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" href="http://shop.safeway.com/superstore/default.asp?brandid=1&amp;page=corphome"&gt;Safeway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;, huh? Well, we have a long way to get to the good stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; The long hot shower was nice, but I came out all pruney! I whizzed through brushing my teeth, well I didn't feel like brushing so I just rinsed with mouthwash, and began reading my new book, "I Heard the Owl Call my Name." This is one difficult book! I didn't have a chance to read much as my mom's alarm finally went off. She got dressed in an instant and we walked out the door, into the car we went. Drove down the road and we were stuck in traffic, the city was expanding the road. Luckily because it was early, it did not take long to pass. As we pulled into the parking lot, we looked at up in surprise, the front of the lot was all torn up! My mom said "Ahh... Now we can't park in front." We walked into the store and started at the produce department. We spent more time in just the produce than the rest of the store, that is not what we usually do. Anyways, when we got to the meat section, there was no meat in the shelves and the poultry was covered in plastic sheets. We walked around the meat, wondering what was going on, and headed for the frozen section. This very nice male employee greeted us and told us that there was a power outage. Mom asked, "How long did it last?" He replied with, "Well, from about 3 AM to 20 minutes ago. Ya, it was hard taking all the meat off the racks in pitch black." It was about 7 AM now and Mom and I both looked at each other in surprise. We ended our shopping with some ice cream, I chose Almond Praline and Cookie Dough. When my mom saw the flavors she said, "Eww... Cookie Dough is too sweet, but if it's what you want..." I told her to choose something else if she wanted to, and she did, she quickly put the Cookie Dough back and grabbed Slow Churned Coffee. As she did so, I asked if we could each get a donut, only one. She nodded to approve since she was paying for it. (I love it when she does that!) We went looking for the bakery and went to the wrong side of the store, we turned around and traveled back to the other side. When we got to the bakery the shelves were empty! Now, they were either empty because of the early time, or because of the blackout. Either way, my mom went up to ask if they were still baking when she recognized someone that she worked with just before she was pregnant with me. She mentioned it to me and I told her to say something to the lady. Now the surprising part is that we've moved far away from where she used to work and this lady must have moved too. When my mom asked the lady if she remembered her from the Safeway where she used to work, the lady replied with, "What was your name?" My mom said her name and the lady nodded, we could tell that she hadn't remembered. Well, we headed to the checkout line and my told me the story about the lady: They used to work at a safeway together about 16 years ago. One day their boss told my mom that he wanted her to work up front because she was prettier. Well, the lady overheard the boss say this. She did not tell me what the lady did, but I would imagine that she was pretty upset, for 1. the boss said my mom was prettier, for the second reason, working up in front at the bakery was a big promotion. After my mom was finished whispering this to me, I told her that it was a good thing she did not remember you. She nodded and we got back in line, donut deprived. She said, "I hope this doesn't come to over $221, it is all that is left in my bank account. Our cart is stuffed... Uhh oh." Well, guess what. The total came to $221. Luckily, my mom did not hand the club card to the cashier yet. The card brought the price down to $161, big discount. We packed everything into the car and headed to the nearest donut shop. This time they learned how to speak English, last time, they were speaking Chineglishees. We got one donut each and headed home. (What? No more donuts? One donut is just not enough!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;~Spray Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836782571856004697-4511486780993136543?l=broken-note.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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