<?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-866292624822831475</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:57:13.421-05:00</updated><category term='just plain stupid'/><category term='tacky'/><category term='Socialism'/><category term='Michelle Obama'/><category term='bored'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='bottle brush'/><category term='godawful'/><category term='squirrels'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='dancing with the stars'/><category term='hair'/><category term='save me'/><category term='fried chicken'/><title type='text'>The Inside Out Mind of an Anti-Sane Expert</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm the most anti-sane person the world has ever know, and I love it. I talk anything that interests me. If it doesn't interest me, then I ignore it. If I hate it, i might rant a few times. Half the time people don't understand what I'm talking about.

But most importantly, the squirrels are taking over the world. And after that, the space cobras are coming. So be ready. :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-8449333848289398513</id><published>2009-03-20T20:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:35:08.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bottle brush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing with the stars'/><title type='text'>The Latest In Fashion -- The BOTTLE BRUSH LOOK!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a  little late posting this, but did you SEE Julianne Hough's costume on Dancing With The Stars last Monday? It was this half orange, half yellow pants and cutoff top number (the color split down the middle), with a bunch of tassels. When she stood still or walked or whatever she just looked like a really mistreated shaggy dog.  But when she moved really fast, and especially when she spinned, SHE LOOKED LIKE A BOTTLE BRUSH!!!!!! Unfortunately I couldn't find a pic that I could use here, but &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/dancing-with-the-stars/show/35850/viewer.html?ii=12&amp;amp;grti=101&amp;amp;gri=35850&amp;amp;flag=1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is an okay link. Not the full, but it gives you the basic idea. &lt;br /&gt;  Actually, I usually don't like the women's outfits on DWtS. They're either stupid ^^^ or they really lack class and good taste. I think the squirrels must make all the costumes. &lt;br /&gt; Thats all for today! BYEZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866292624822831475-8449333848289398513?l=antisanex7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/8449333848289398513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=866292624822831475&amp;postID=8449333848289398513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/8449333848289398513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/8449333848289398513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-in-fashion-bottle-brush-look.html' title='The Latest In Fashion -- The BOTTLE BRUSH LOOK!!!'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-3702255245587855035</id><published>2009-03-02T00:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:54:52.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just plain stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godawful'/><title type='text'>Bad hair life.</title><content type='html'>So there are a bunch of people who love to say how wonderful Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; fashion sense is. But my opinion is, that even if I was a fan of her husband, which I am NOT*, I would still HATE her "fashion sense." Her hair on the cover of US weekly or whatever where she looks like someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to give her and 80's do' and utterly failed at it. Really, her hair most of the time is pretty godawful. she's got a large forehead, and the way her hair is always shooting up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; from her head for and inch or so is very unflattering to her. As for her clothes, she has had a few nice outfits, but there were many more that just made me want to gag, and made me think (and once yell) for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zillionth&lt;/span&gt; time "WHY WOULD ANYONE MAKE THAT!!!!????!!! AND WHY WOULD ANYONE BUY IT????!!!!???" because it's just that bad. So yeah you can love the guy and all and you can think his family is cool if you want too. But for the love of all things not yet squirrel-infested, don't go around praising Shelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; "fashion sense," or fashion as we know it will see a very sad day. I don't want to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ambitious&lt;/span&gt; women walking around dressed like her, because it will just make them look stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(modern "liberals" really should just stop all the lies and start calling themselves Socialists, and Socialism is a result of greediness, laziness, and refusing to acknowledge several basic and unchangeable facts of natural law)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866292624822831475-3702255245587855035?l=antisanex7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/3702255245587855035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=866292624822831475&amp;postID=3702255245587855035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/3702255245587855035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/3702255245587855035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-hair-life.html' title='Bad hair life.'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-8303360180005298625</id><published>2009-02-14T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:21:35.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's life.</title><content type='html'>I have awesome friends. My siblings are pretty awesome. My room's pretty cool, I have three black sharpies and one silver one, along with a bunch of other colors. I never go hungry, and I'm spoiled rotten. I have been exposed to music from an early age, and through that I have found amazing things. My life is good. I may not always remember that, but it's true. And while I think it might be cool to have a huge tv, or 3G phone, or a Lamborghini, I feel content with what I have, which is something I wouldn't give up for the world. And I hope very much that if I had less I wouldn't be a complainer, because no matter what I do I'm not really entitled to any of it, and I know there are plenty of people out there who are much better than me who have a lot less than good people ought to have.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever start thinking that you are entitled to anything except that which is guaranteed to by natural law. When you do, you're in for trouble. When a nation starts doing that, even the best-planned governments fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Just thinking about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866292624822831475-8303360180005298625?l=antisanex7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/8303360180005298625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=866292624822831475&amp;postID=8303360180005298625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/8303360180005298625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/8303360180005298625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-life.html' title='Life&apos;s life.'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-862310388224525198</id><published>2009-01-12T16:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:15:23.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am going to start writing about more music... maybe I'll make a separate blog for that. I dunno. just bored and thought I'd tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SWuyx8QCLcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WCEjIE3731Q/s1600-h/spaghetti-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SWuyx8QCLcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WCEjIE3731Q/s400/spaghetti-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290518758333492674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866292624822831475-862310388224525198?l=antisanex7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/862310388224525198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=866292624822831475&amp;postID=862310388224525198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/862310388224525198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/862310388224525198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/2009/01/soooo.html' title='SOOOO'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SWuyx8QCLcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WCEjIE3731Q/s72-c/spaghetti-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-2714221828418551847</id><published>2009-01-02T22:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:48:41.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"They come in pints?!?!?!?!!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soo, my brother Hank and I got $5 Starbucks gift cards in our Christmas stockings, and we decided we'd go there and get our treats today. I love coffee. I really, really, really love coffee. But I can make good coffee at home. I can't make Frappuccinos at home, so that's what I got. A venti Java Chip Frappucino, WITH the whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SV7YTzoA0oI/AAAAAAAAABo/GQPzEow2TVI/s1600-h/0102091409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SV7YTzoA0oI/AAAAAAAAABo/GQPzEow2TVI/s400/0102091409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286900847366689410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   Obvioulsy, I was not feeling particularly kindly towards any attempts at dieting today. That lovely blended coffee treat doesn't get along with them well, and the treat is just so loveable. How could you not take it's side?&lt;br /&gt; Hank also got a Frappuccino, because he also likes frozen drinks. But he doesn't like coffee as much as I do, so he got a Double Chocolate Chip flavor. And at my mother's advice, he ordered a tall. (Hank doesn't go to Starbucks much and the pressure of choosing was just too much for him, so he relied on our health-minded mother's help in ordering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SV7Z5Aw2jSI/AAAAAAAAABw/e85YjAQhW-U/s1600-h/Mocha-Coco-Frappuccino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SV7Z5Aw2jSI/AAAAAAAAABw/e85YjAQhW-U/s400/Mocha-Coco-Frappuccino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286902586060213538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         ^^^^obviously not my pic^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   The tall size is basically a small. The venti is a large (almost too big. But I'm not complaining). So his was about half the size of mine. He looked at mine and he's like "That is a big Frappucino. You are going to be very hyper. I think I should hide." He was disappointed that he had not been aware of such a colossal amount of deliciousness that was available for his enjoyment, but he managed not to get too upset. No tears were shed, but he did eye mine with desire after he had finished his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                      ~*~*~*~*~*WARNING: PLOT BUNNY*~*~*~*~           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then when we were in the car and I was STILL enjoying my frappucino (Hank finished his while we were in Starbucks), Hank said something that displeased me and I threw a packet of barbecue sauce at him. It exploded on his face, but he didn't know that until I handed him the napkins. He asked what they were for, and I told him, and this was not easy because of how hard I was laughing, "You are saucy."&lt;br /&gt;  No, that didn't really have anything to do with my subject. But I find it very funny because I am a naturally hyper person who had just had a ridiculous amount of caffeine and sugar. Just about everything was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also while we were at Starbucks, we analyzed the girls working there. We decided we liked the Star Wars geek best because she was the quietest and giggled the least. Okay, I'm done with my poorly placed mostly irrelevant comments now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866292624822831475-2714221828418551847?l=antisanex7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/2714221828418551847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=866292624822831475&amp;postID=2714221828418551847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/2714221828418551847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/2714221828418551847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-come-in-pints.html' title='&quot;They come in pints?!?!?!?!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SV7YTzoA0oI/AAAAAAAAABo/GQPzEow2TVI/s72-c/0102091409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-8994055224542453470</id><published>2008-12-31T15:58:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:35:24.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrels'/><title type='text'>Maybe my life is hidden in the Room of Requirement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I was clicking my Stumble button today (for those of you not familiar with Stumble Upon, the Stumble button is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; very amazing and m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;agical thing), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I found &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dhteumeuleu.com/dhtml/fractal-F.html"&gt;this. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvfYuCJGuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8BmqGADg05s/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvfYuCJGuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8BmqGADg05s/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286064203416279778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And since my life seems to be on a very looong vaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tion, with no intention of coming back anytime soon, I started clicking. And by doing so, I found out that every time I clicked one of the boxes, it divided into four more boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvgCYx4QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/jgbzgMbIJN0/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvgCYx4QNI/AAAAAAAAABI/jgbzgMbIJN0/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286064919265427666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, I was now hooked. I had to see just how long I could keep clicking the boxes and making them multiply. So I kept going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvgx35CuBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k5AxNWUxfaw/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvgx35CuBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k5AxNWUxfaw/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286065735070824466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvhlU11T6I/AAAAAAAAABY/q-wBsJ3DWJA/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvhlU11T6I/AAAAAAAAABY/q-wBsJ3DWJA/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286066619015319458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going. (The boxes on the bottom stopped letting me click them. This frustrated me more than a little bit.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVviGPzASJI/AAAAAAAAABg/G4qNALKpgXo/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVviGPzASJI/AAAAAAAAABg/G4qNALKpgXo/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286067184596961426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that it was never going to quit, and I stopped. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the squirrels had something to do with these boxes? Maybe it was a distraction tactic...  Yes, definitely the squirrels. I must be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866292624822831475-8994055224542453470?l=antisanex7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/8994055224542453470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=866292624822831475&amp;postID=8994055224542453470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/8994055224542453470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/8994055224542453470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-my-life-is-hidden-in-room-of.html' title='Maybe my life is hidden in the Room of Requirement...'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVvfYuCJGuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8BmqGADg05s/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-572017289944415044</id><published>2008-11-29T19:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:36:34.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Kelsea, there is no such thing as Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I would like say, once and for all, that I do not like Twilight. I read the books in the hopes of curing my post-Potter depression (I know that sounds silly, but I swear it's real), and quickly discovered that they were not worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;Byez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866292624822831475-572017289944415044?l=antisanex7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/feeds/572017289944415044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=866292624822831475&amp;postID=572017289944415044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/572017289944415044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866292624822831475/posts/default/572017289944415044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antisanex7.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-kelsey-there-is-no.html' title='No Kelsea, there is no such thing as Edward Cullen'/><author><name>MOLLY S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891012580981433527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PN9E8uVEkAs/SVU8qFWUrpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FSENOE_YiYE/S220/Photo+21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866292624822831475.post-7085406861531140297</id><published>2008-11-29T14:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:45:33.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the uneeded and/or scary things people sell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WHY? please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting around the table with the family on Thursday night, looking through Black Friday sale ads and sorting them into piles according to how much money can be saved (I do not go Black Friday shopping, but i have some relatives who take it VERY seriously), and I some of what I saw really made me wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Why do people but those crazy little robotic vacuum cleaners? I can see how they might save some time and all, but I'm pretty sure that having one of those little things creeping around on my floor would really bother me. I mean really, if it just decided to pop out from under the couch just as i was about to settle down with some popcorn and a movie, there would be a big greasy, buttery mess everywhere. And the evil little thing wouldn't be able to clean that up, no, it'd be me. And anyway, the big kind of vacuums are MUCH funner. You get to scare your annoying cat or make small children run away screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also want to know, why do the people who market cheap mp3 players seem to think they're such a great gift idea? I've never actually seen one, but I imagine that they're not exactly the most amazing thing to receive. If I in need of a music player, I would rather get money towards one that had a fair amount of memory, and I knew would hold up to everything I dish out, which is a lot. Even more interesting is that I have seen several advertisements for these second-rate things that claim they're a great gift idea for everyone on my gift list. Yes, I'm sure great-grandmother Ruth, who does not own a computer, will be THRILLED.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is nothing to the claims that the descriptions of some of the miracle-products in those catalogs full of useless stuff make. My grandma gets a lot of those catalogs, so maybe she wouldn't mind getting that music player so much after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who sell stuff will say all kinds of crazy stuff in the hopes of getting cash, but do they really stop to think about how stupid it makes them sound? And do they really think we're stupid enough to fall for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, I really love brussles sprouts. 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