<?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-10242901</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:53:27.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog of Fiendishness</title><subtitle type='html'>If your reading this trying to deside if my blog is worth your time stop, because if you really want to know what my blog is like then read it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-8876851366440534636</id><published>2007-01-28T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:45:34.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back! I guess.....</title><content type='html'>I guess maybe I'll post again.  I'm just doing it now to avoid homework.  And I'm way too lazy to think of any semi-decent topic to write about so Here's this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute anime Petopeto (It's about a little girl that sometimes sticks on to stuff.  It is both funny and insanely cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I'll think of a topic to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people amaze me with how stupid they can be.  For instance, I know this person "Y" who likes "X".  A LOT!!!!  They  hang out with "X", they hang on every word "X" says.  They've even started liking this game "S" that was "boring and way too easy" when I was playing it.  I'm not complaining about this, it's just funny to me.  That is not the only  of how "Y" 's taste has changed due to "X" it's just the easiest to think of.  "Y" always sits by "X" if they can help it.  The amount of money wasted on seeing movies with "X" and their friends blows my mind.  "Y" has even their schedule to better fit "X" 's.  If "X" didn't know "Y" liked them, "X" deserves to die and I'm not just saying that.  I mean literally die, if your that oblivious you should die.  I very much doubt that that is really the case I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;And what's the verdict? Has "Y" "masterful wooing skills" paid off?  Are "Y" and "X" a couple yet after OVER 9MONTHS!!! of this?!  NO!!!!!  First off your humble author doubts "Y" has formally asked "X" out on a date!  Sure they'll seen a lot of movies "together" but has "Y" asked "X" if they would like to go to the movies?  I have no idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been stopped to smack "Y" and "X".  And now back to your regularly scheduled program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does "X" feal about "Y"?  As far as this  can tell "X" likes the attention "Y" gives "X", and likes "Y" as a friend.  But as far as I know "X" has no romantic interest in "Y". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I give common sense advice.&lt;br /&gt;1. If you like someone ask them out!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. If they say no respect that!!! &lt;br /&gt;3. You can't change someones mind or heart, so pushing yourself on someone who doesn't like you even if they like you as friend it WILL NOT WORK!!! &lt;=(I happen to have experience here) &lt;br /&gt;4. And lastly.....If you don't share someones fealings tell them or you are just making matters worst!!! &lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to even tell people this.....it's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another example:  A friend of mind has a friend who likes them as more then a friend.  I don't know  they know or not, but they should.  And if you're reading this start thinking about if it applies to you.  Anyway this person  as "Y" although not as severe one.  I have even heard them say they were only sticking around to see&lt;br /&gt; "~~~~~~".  What this friend should do is up to them.  In any case please take a look at 1 and 4 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my agenda is to point out that you shouldn't ignore it when you think someone you know likes you.  Of course it's not always easy to tell if someone likes you.  Here is the common sense advice part again. Here's a hint if they are interested in everything you say, they like you.  No one really likes you that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends my topic.  Ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-8876851366440534636?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8876851366440534636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=8876851366440534636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/8876851366440534636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/8876851366440534636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-i-guess.html' title='I&apos;m Back! I guess.....'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-115042037909329107</id><published>2006-06-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:13:44.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Becoming an Anime Addict</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I watched Bleach almost all day today.  I wasn't going to start Bleach because I'd already started Inuyasha and One Piece, and that was quit enough thank you.  But today I went to school to watch anime, oh and I guess it was also good to pick up my learners permit which I'd left there on Tuesday, and I found out they didn't have inuyasha number 24 or 25 (whichever one I left off on I can't remember) and the One Piece episode 10 they had only had Japanese or some other Asian subs!  You can imagine my terror.  It was 9am and my mom wasn't coming till 3:45pm.  If I didn't have anime to watch I'd die, so I started Bleach. And it is awesome, and I watch thirteen episodes, and if I don't watch it again sometime between now and fall quarter I'll surely perish!  &lt;br /&gt;     Oh, I started this other anime series called Planetes which is really cool and it's set in space in the future.  I really like it, when I started it I sat down and watched all ten of the roughly half-hour episodes I had on me.  Unfortunately they didn't have the dubbed version on youtube.com.  It's better dubbed, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;     I've been reading manga like crazy too.  That has resulted in me having over 50 items checked out at the library, and it is rare indeed to not have the limit of 20 items on hold.  I've started fullmetal alchemist, samurai deeper kyo, planet ladder, Alice 19th, Fushigi yugi: the mysterious play, threads of time, hana kimi, clover (I think I've finished that one [it was weird]), and a couple more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd say you could officially say I've joined the ranks of the amine/manga addicts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-115042037909329107?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115042037909329107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=115042037909329107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/115042037909329107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/115042037909329107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-becoming-anime-addict.html' title='I&apos;m Becoming an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime Addict&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-114956414016971082</id><published>2006-06-05T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:22:20.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New addiction</title><content type='html'>Curse you TBQelite!  I was doing fine spending my free computer time listening to music and playing games, but no!  You had to introduce me to peekvid.com and I fear I can't go on without it.  Worse yet school is almost out and our home computer doesn't have a sound card!  Woe is me!  Sure I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; watch One Piece without it but it won't be the same (FYI: I've watched the first three).  And I can't watch Mythbusters without sound!  Sure, they only have five episodes and I've watched one already.  But I'm going to be busy this week and I don't know if I'll be able to watch the rest.  And they're are lots of other shows I want to watch on there too! In the summer I'll have to compete with Kriss for the computer too.  Life is cruel, so cruel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-114956414016971082?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114956414016971082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=114956414016971082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114956414016971082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114956414016971082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-addiction_05.html' title='New addiction'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-114652287225137031</id><published>2006-05-01T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:57:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm wearing skirt (and all go in to shock)</title><content type='html'>This weekend (ok last if you want to get tecnicial) was unusually nice and productive.  I got a role of film taken, which was the productive part.  That put me at ease for awhile.  But I got to do lots of things, and get lots of things that I wanted.  Saturday we all went to North Bend because they have a lot of outlet stores and I got some cool stuff.  I got a pair of shorts from the Nike store, a t-shirt from the Addias store, a sweatshirt from Eddie Bauer, and a book.  I haven't gotten new stuff for awhile so it was fun.  Then we came home and watched The Adams Family. I didn't see the end of it because I went with me dad to Big 5 to look for boots.  I found a pair I didn't like for 13$ and a pair I loved for 60$.  Such is life.  Sunday I went to JC Penny's and got a polo and a skirt, yes that was skirt not shirt.  It's white and very cute.  And as Kris so nicely states it's a billboard for my underwear.  It's not like I'm going to go wear red and pink striped underwear with it again!  Gee, give me a break, I think I have more sense than that.  And it's not like I when outside. I think I'll be wearing it more often then I thought I would though because it's nice and cool and looks good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched Howl's Moving Castle which I got at the library that day.  I'd read the book before I saw it and I'm very fond of the book, VERY fond.  I saw a graphic novel of the movie before I saw the movie so I already knew it wasn't exactly like the book.  I liked the movie a lot and the anime was great.  But it would have been so much better if they would have stuck more to the book.  In the book Howl is way worse.  Even when Sophie was living with him he dates lots of girls, unlike in the movie.  And in the movie you don't get to see the full extent of his vanity.  In the book as soon as he got home he would spend hours in the bathroom.  And I believe that in the book he never met Sophie before she came to live with him.  It's been a while though I could be partially wrong about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-114652287225137031?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114652287225137031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=114652287225137031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114652287225137031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114652287225137031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-wearing-skirt-and-all-go-in-to.html' title='I&apos;m wearing skirt (and all go in to shock)'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-114625803488636268</id><published>2006-04-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:06:43.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten songs you must hear</title><content type='html'>If you have a couple minutes of free time listen to them.  I've purposely chosen ones none of you have probably ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Airwaves: The Adventure &lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade: vulnerable &lt;br /&gt;Panic! At the Disco:  I write sins not tragedies&lt;br /&gt;Meriwether:  Machine gun Baby&lt;br /&gt;Cute is what we aim for: teasing to please&lt;br /&gt;Discover America: Green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Mae: Suspension&lt;br /&gt;TheAudition: Dance halls turn to ghost towns&lt;br /&gt;The Hush Sound: Sweet tangerine &lt;br /&gt;The classic crime: The coldest heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Adore all these.  You can find all of them at purevolume.com, searching under song title would be fastest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-114625803488636268?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114625803488636268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=114625803488636268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114625803488636268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114625803488636268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/ten-songs-you-must-hear.html' title='Ten songs you must hear'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-114516700287603262</id><published>2006-04-15T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:56:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: This post is purely for my own enjoyment</title><content type='html'>Kristen and I have different taste in men as one would assume.  For instance, at Blockbuster yesterday I thought the blonde employee was hotter then the one with the black curly hair, and Kris thought the opposite.  I didn't like that other one was as hot mainly because of his ugly facial hair.  I'm not big on facial hair.  In the same way I think the blonde guy on The OC is quite hot, Kris doesn't think as highly of his looks as I do. &lt;br /&gt;    But Kris and I are of one accord when we say that Mr. Darcy is HOT.  And I mean really hot, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hot.  Mr. Darcy is the guy in Pride and Prejudice, and in this case were talking about the recent movie.  Kris and I also agree that the only thing we don't like about him is his curly chest hair. We're not so big on chest hair in general I mean, it had nothing to do with the fact that is was curly.  &lt;br /&gt;    Mom said "Now we know what type of husband to pray for joy, tall, dark and hansom.".  I'd say that in general that has held pretty true. As I've gotten older that's held less true, but when I was younger it was very true. But yeah, I've watched it three times so far and we just got it yesterday.  He's just so hot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-114516700287603262?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114516700287603262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=114516700287603262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114516700287603262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114516700287603262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/warning-this-post-is-purely-for-my-own.html' title='Warning: This post is purely for my own enjoyment'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-114409785683198072</id><published>2006-04-03T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:34:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some really cool music</title><content type='html'>Check this site out too.  It's got tons of bands and artist.  Some I like are: Meriwether, Cute is what we aim for, as cities burn, Panic! at the disco, Secondhand Serenade, and Faktion which is my favorite so far.  They also have bands I'm sure you've heard of before like Fall out Boy, Hawk Nelson, anberlin, Demon hunter, Joy electric, etc.  I like to listen to random bands as background music while I'm doing something else.  I know you guys probably don't trust my tast in music, but indulge me here.  Seriously the ones I mentioned are really good!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by I give this site a PG-13 rating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-114409785683198072?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://purevolume.com/' title='Some really cool music'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114409785683198072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=114409785683198072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114409785683198072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114409785683198072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-really-cool-music.html' title='Some really cool music'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-114266618167755647</id><published>2006-03-17T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:21:55.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check them out</title><content type='html'>Found a pretty cool band called Classic Case.  Check them out. You can listen to their whole CD online.  I don't think a warning label is needed, but I wasn't paying the best of attention to the lirics when I listened to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-114266618167755647?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://classiccase.net/' title='Check them out'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114266618167755647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=114266618167755647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114266618167755647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114266618167755647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/check-them-out_17.html' title='Check them out'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-114101716910648727</id><published>2006-02-26T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:12:49.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shadow Walker you were wondering if I was an ITNJ or an INTP.  I tried the test, (though it could have been a different one, because it wasn't on the same Website as the one I tried before) and I didn't get either.  Which I know is wrong.  I've got to be one or the other.  So I looked around on the tbq forum and read an article you posted a link to.  Oh, by the by I was curious myself that's why I bothered with it.  That and bored.  Anyway, this is it (just so you don't have to fish around for it). And don't skip I'll interject my comment in it.  Or if you're lazy, my comments are italicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  INTjs and INTps can have very similar behaviour, interests and even appearance. However, when it comes to intertype relations there is a big difference between these two, because one's Dual is the other's Conflicting type. Also, two INTjs or two INTps can co-exist quite peacefully, whereas an INTj and an INTp do not make a very promising combination. Join any INTj discussion forum or mailing list and you can see this Quasi-identical tension for yourself. This is because there are many INTps among those INTjs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do INTps test as INTjs? Because it is possible that some INTps actually do behave in such way that they could be mistaken for Judging types. The common perception of Perceiving types is as disorganised, unreliable and wavering. There are INTps out there that are, on the contrary, organised, reliable and unwavering or at least they may behave as such. As a result they often score as Js. But let's not forget that type is not about how you behave, it is about how your psyche is structured, which in return influences your behaviour in one way or another. Taking more tests or reading more type descriptions may not give an answer to the INTj/INTp question for the reasons explained above. The right way to distinguish between these two types is by making a comparison on a "molecular" level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have thought of the difference between the INTJ and the INTP as being mostly being an organized/disorganized thing before now.  I'm organized to a degree; I don't tolerate food or food garbage in my room.  But other then that my room is a wreck.  I'm reliable, &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; I remember what you want me to do and am willing to do it.  I can be wavering at times but not always.  And I'm mostly wavering on things like stem cell research that are controversial anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at INTj's main function - introverted thinking (). INTjs are mainly interested in accumulating an understanding. They want to know why and what causes things happen the way they happen. They want to know and see the logic behind everything. If "it" does not contradict logic then "it" is right, otherwise "it" is wrong. INTps on the other hand seem to be logical too as their second strong function is extroverted thinking (). However, if for INTjs it is about gaining understanding, for INTps it is about exercising their knowledge, and therefore they mostly concern themselves with known facts. Moreover, INTj's logic is their area of confidence and conservatism. This makes their logic fundamental, meaning once the rules are established, they can be applied anywhere. INTps logic is their area of creativity. This makes their logic circumstantial and unpredictable - the rules apply here but may not apply there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I'm more like the INTJ.  Accumulating and understudying is very me.  I'm always wanting to know why.  It really gets ridiculous sometimes.  For instance: you tell me how a something works at a cellular level, then I'll want to know how it works at a molecular level, then an atomic level, etc... That why I find String Theory so very, very fascinating.  I do like knowing facts though.  It's just not as important to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for Intuition. INTp's main function is introverted intuition (). Since introverted intuition is about internal wholeness or belief, this manifests itself in INTps being highly religious and spiritual people. It is also their area of confidence and conservatism and they will not welcome anything that could disturb that internal wholeness. And since you can believe in things that are not necessarily there or actually true, INTps criticise a lot. As for INTjs, their intuition is their second strong function, which is extroverted intuition (). Extroverted intuition is about perspective and potential and because it is INTj's creative output, their "creations" could be very unexpected and original, often bearing a high potential for future development. So, combining two and two together, INTjs are in their element when involved with science, invention, innovation, discovery, theory, explanation, interpretation, philosophy etc. INTps are in their element when involved with business, enterprise, commerce, industry, trade, financial institutions, church etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm going to go on the listed areas INT()'s are most in their element, then I'd go INTJ.  That part about intuition is their second strong function rings true.  That internal wholeness bit is important to me to a degree, but the part about being creative is more like me I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another comparison will be between Dual-seeking functions. INTps are looking out for extroverted sensing (), INTjs are looking out for extroverted feeling (). Since both functions are the subconscious functions, they are likely to influence the subconscious choices. INTps would want to go power driven, moneymaking, sometimes risky places, whereas INTjs would prefer a happy, cheerful and exciting surrounding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I'd go either way.  But I'm leaning more for INTP.  Power driven and moneymaking, oh yeah! Risky places, not so much.   Happy and exciting surrounding, yeah I guess that's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last comparison - "Hidden agenda". This is what people hide from other people, because it is very sensitive area of one's psyche. If the main function is like a geometric cone firmly standing on its base, the hidden agenda is like the same cone standing on its tip that one is trying to balance. For INTjs their introverted sensing () is their nightmare. Introverted sensing is mainly about the body, its functions, sensory perceptions etc. The only way they can balance that cone is for them to be physically healthy and if this is not that important to you, you are most probably not INTj. INTps are also trying to balance this cone on its head when it comes to introverted feeling (). Introverted feeling is love, affection, morality etc. It is important for an INTp to be involved with someone, to have an object of affection, to like people. If this doesn't concern you, you are probably a type other than INTp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very INTP-like here.  I do &lt;strong&gt;prefer&lt;/strong&gt; to be physically healthy, but I'm not going to go out of my way to be fit.  "It is important for an INTp to be involved with someone, to have an object of affection." This statement made me squirm It was so very &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't like to admit this , even to myself, but I can't go very long without having some "object of affection".  That reminds me I have some papers to burn.  I can't keep putting it off too.  One day Kris will find them.  And papers are a lot easier to dispose of than bodies.  It's a good thing I didn't put my Happy Bunny sticker that says "Love Sucks Major" on it like I thought about doing.  They're in my desk drawer for heaven sake! Not the best of hiding places.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I still don't know which I'm.  You can judge.  I think I'm about half-and-half.  Shadow walker, your bias, so I'd bet you'd peg me as an INTJ.  I'm not altogether convinced myself.  That's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-114101716910648727?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114101716910648727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=114101716910648727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114101716910648727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/114101716910648727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/shadow-walker-you-were-wondering-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-113984997135512239</id><published>2006-02-13T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:59:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English major not for me</title><content type='html'>I'm really hating these past two weeks of schoolwork.  In psych I'v had a paper that I've done and a test that I'm finishing up right after this.  I was suppose to have already done an interview for another paper in english which I haven't done yet and the rough draft is due tomorrow so I have to do the paper and the interview tonight.  Not to mention this sheet about it or something like that and this stupid thing called a reading journal that is not about the paper.  I also have to read a short story and do a quiz on it before midnight for reading fiction.  It's hard enough trying to remmeber what and when I have to do this homework much less doing it.  Talking about it doesn't make it go away though.  So I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-113984997135512239?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113984997135512239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=113984997135512239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113984997135512239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113984997135512239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/english-major-not-for-me.html' title='English major not for me'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-113731194138423644</id><published>2006-01-14T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:59:01.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Idiots</title><content type='html'>People are bloody idiots when it comes to their love life.  It's true.  People who can tell when a relationship is going to work or not for other people can be awful at judging that for themselves.  People who aren't good at that are also idiots concerning themselves.  I'm one of the former.  I can see you rolling your eyes but I'm serious.  You may be rolling them because you think that I mean I can take one look at a couple and tell if it'll work out.  That's not the case at all.  I take my good sweet time deciding stuff like that.  I'd have to observe them together and in various situations. Nor can I always give a firm answer.  I would never say 'yes they are destined to be together'.  I would say 'not a chance in hell' though. Most times I'd just say something like: maybe, but I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will even be so kind as to give you an example as to when I thought "no way in hell".  When I went to the H.O.M.E program for highschool there was these two people that liked each other, Tori and Jonathan.  It was the second year I went there that they got together so I knew them both pretty well.  Tori was even a friend of sorts.  Tori was an ESFP, well she might have been an N but not likely.  Jonathan was an I, probably an N but could have been an S as well, a T , and he could have been a J or a P.  For those who prefer a less abstract comparison Tori was VERY superstitious, VERY moody, Jonathan was calm, and quit.  Tori thought that there was a spirit in the boys toilet in a deserted part of the school.  She said it was a little girl and talked to it like a lost dog.  She also thought that she could feel other lost souls in the school.  Jonathan was going to become an engineer.  He blew up rockets and built stuff out of Legos.  The only things they had in common was that they were both weird and liked to burn things.  One time when Tori was meditating in the hall I ask her what she was doing. I knew but that's what you do, you ask.  She told me.  I told her what I thought about it.  And I wasn't nice.  I think I asked Jonathan what he thought but he could have just told me.  He said he was trying to understand it.  Which means he thought it was crazy in his head.  But those chemicals that make people do crazy things like fall in love were telling him: it really wasn't so weird, he should try to understand, she wasn't crazy, he just needed it explained to him.  He was a bloody idiot.  I thought it was quit obvious that it wouldn't workout between them.  Ruth, another friend, thought it would.  So did they.  I thought "no way in hell".  I have see Jonathan since I left but didn't talk to him.  I haven't seen Tori or Ruth.  So I don't know how it went.  But I would bet the farm that it didn't work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish you can even test me on this.  I don't really consider the past example proof enough.  You shouldn't either.  I'm just as bad as every one else at predicting such things about myself.  So don't ask me to.  I unlike the vast majority do not try and tell myself otherwise.  I'll be honest and say that most guys I have a crush on are a result of shear boredom and being a likely target.  Needless to say I'm very practical on such matters.  I do let my bored mind have a field day.  But not without reminding myself of the facts every once in a while so as not to get my hopes up.  Not that I always succeed.  Still it is a helpful practice.  My rule of thumb is that if I think I have any chance with them at all I avoid them like the plague.  If not. Woo, hoo!  I've got something to keep my mind busy for a couple months.  Then, once I'm bored, I can find someone else to daydream about with no one the wiser.  Maybe I'm kind of cynical like that, but hey.  I get bored easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me that people are bloody idiots when it comes to their love life merely look about you.  Siblings make good examples.  For heaven sake, TBQeiltes' brother Bob thought that &lt;em&gt;Leann&lt;/em&gt; liked him because she was always so cold to him!  Bob is rather an extreme example of that granted, but still.  I just can't get over that. Leann liking Bob.  It's just crazy! If you think that you're exempt from this law of nature please tell me so that I can start praying for you right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.  If you thought that maybe this line of thought was triggered by something that happened to me I'm sorry to say it wasn't.  It was, in fact, triggered by something I read in a book about how people can only help others not themselves. It was one character saying to another that they saw them dead in the rain and that she wanted to save him but couldn't save herself. But hey, falling in love, dying,....same difference.  Jk. I'm not quit that cynical.  Yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!! Just kidding.  No really.  I'm just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-113731194138423644?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113731194138423644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=113731194138423644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113731194138423644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113731194138423644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/bloody-idiots.html' title='Bloody Idiots'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-113669269961207790</id><published>2006-01-07T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:50:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris' prediction for my future and what she wants to do with me</title><content type='html'>Doesn't the title make you shutter with fear. Maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris, mom, and Kris's friend Brook want to give me a makeover. Yeah. My response has generally been the typical: sure, when hell freezes over. I'm thinking of branching out to responses like, sure when a meteor hits earth or other destruction of earth references. Although sure when you wear sweat-pants would be similar enough(meaning Kris). Anyway. They want to take me shopping and buy me some "decent clothes". I don't know what decent clothes look like but I assume they are in atrocious colors like yellow, pink, purple, orange, and other sunny/detestable colors. I'd guess that they're also expensive, uncomfortable, impractical and tight. So exactly what I hate most in clothes. They also want to do all those beauty shop things done to me that end in cure(you know pedicure and the like). They want to do my hair and give me highlights. *dry heaves* Of course they want to put makeup on me too. I'd rather not feel like I'm wearing playdough on my face but your hearts were in the right place. Now find someone else who'll be suckered in by that. That's it, I must stop before I give myself nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. They just need to lay off. I'm who I'm and I've been that way all my life so I doubt I'll change now. Heck I know I wouldn't change now. They think: oh she'll change when there's some hot guy she wants to impress. That logic is very flawed. Not because I don't want to impress hot guys. Hey *wipes drool* I'd love that. If, that is, hot guys weren't jerk and womanizers with egos bigger then the state of Texas. Thanks, but I'll pass. No there have been plenty of hot guys to impress. But I'm of the mind that if they're so shallow that they'll only think of going out with someone who jumps through those hoops, then I don't want them. Go find another pet dog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not opposed to looking good. Hey I comb my hair once a day, sometimes twice! Seriously though. Girls spend hours doing themselves up. Guys normally spend like five minutes max(well I guess there are those weird ones that spend more....). As I've mentioned the quality of guys is very poor. And they all end up all looking alike. Guys don't have to work hard like that to get girls to like them. And I don't think girls should have to either.&lt;br /&gt;If I was a different sort of person I might do something like start a rally trying to convince the girls of the world, no, I'm ahead of myself, the US, to stop trying so hard. If most of the women just put down their lipstick, and blush, and mascara and said forget you, you'll just have to deal with it cuz I'm tired of being a shiny toy the world(heck thinking small is for losers) would be much better. It would force guys to be less shallow, which is something girls are always complaining about so it makes perfect sense. But girls done have that sort of sense. And not even close to being that sort of person though. So women will have to learn themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris has decided that I will marry some geek, and while Kris put this much differently I'll be nice and say that he's not at all experienced when it comes to women. She says we'll be poor till he makes some sort of new software. She also says I'll make some gadget and sell it on an infomercial. She's so nice she said we can have a few kids. I hate my future according to Kris. Good thing I don't listen to her. She says she'll marry a rich, hot, actor. *shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-113669269961207790?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113669269961207790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=113669269961207790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113669269961207790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113669269961207790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/kris-prediction-for-my-future-and-what.html' title='Kris&apos; prediction for my future and what she wants to do with me'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-113650029979532906</id><published>2006-01-05T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:31:39.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I like my classes</title><content type='html'>Well. Now I've "been" to all of my classes and can deside my opinion on them.  Eng 101 will tolerate with much groaning.  Psych will like a lot.  Reading fiction will be fun in some ways a bear in others.  I HATE papers but will have to do a lot of them this quarter.  It's the Eng 101 papers I'm sure I will dread most.  We have to do an autobiography! *sticks out tounge*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-113650029979532906?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113650029979532906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=113650029979532906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113650029979532906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113650029979532906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-i-like-my-classes.html' title='How I like my classes'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-113390765492703493</id><published>2005-12-06T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:20:54.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...happy...soo..happy!  School is over for me till Jan 3(or 4?). I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- in american goverment and politics (have you noticed how politics and loonitics rhyme?)  &lt;br /&gt;B+ in astronomy (which isn't a good as I would have hoped but the teacher, while good, was a tough grader)&lt;br /&gt;and I was one stupid class away from an A in open gym!!!!  I will fight this. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will miss these computers!!! *sobs*  They are so much better then the one at home.  Not having to share with the rest of the family problably has something to do with my opinion of them. *starts singing ballad about the superiority of the computers ar school*  Oh! *blushs* You're still here. *Kisses computer* And don't look at me like that.  I'm just as sane as you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Yes, I know this post was weird. Deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-113390765492703493?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113390765492703493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=113390765492703493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113390765492703493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113390765492703493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-113134071355789555</id><published>2005-11-11T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:10:21.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post dental work</title><content type='html'>I got my wisdom teeth (the bottom ones anyway)removed.  And I have come to the decision that it's not so bad as people make it out to be.  I've had more painful oral surgery.  Only being able to eat things I can swallow isn't nice.  I'm not allowed to drink pop or out of straws but that's not so bad.  The pain isn't nice as well but it's not as bad as I thought it would be.  Those drugs that were supposed to make me forget did nothing.  And I mean nothing.  It's a good thing they only cost 2 something.  It was pretty good timing too.  It's was right after a gov quiz so I don't have much homework.  And mom promised me a new video game.  Hurray, hurray!  No the most annoying thing is having to sleep on my back which I'm not used to and find uncomfortable, even though it causes the least amount of pain.  I'm very opposed to taking drugs unnecessarily but I did break down and take some after the first couple days when I couldn't rely on video games to keep my mind off the pain because I had things to do.  You'll be sad to hear that vicidin(that's not correct spelling but I'm not going to go look for the correct spelling and it's close enough)does not make me loopy.  Mom think that something the dentist gave me make me loopy but that's not true I was just talkative and it was funny to have mom not be able to understand me.  Oh, and side note.  It is not a good idea to bit on your tongue all day.  It makes your teeth sore all the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do a rant on hellhouse but it's not worth my time.  I'll just sum it up by saying that I'm not a thespian(I'm not sure of the spelling there).  My mom informed me that A thespian is someone who's in to drama.  My more like an antithespian.  But anti-crappy-acting-ist is most like it.  My only acting has been by force because our church desperately needed people to be in their Christmas play.  I've been Mary and the inn keeper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news.  I found out that in both my &lt;em&gt;class&lt;/em&gt; classes I do not have finals.  In gov I just meet one-on-one with the teacher.  And for astronomy if I do well on the two midterms I don't need to do the final.  I got an A on the first one so I just need to keep it up.  I really could have done better with a bit more time on the first one.  That is kind of annoying.  I've been doing good in gov too.  I got a C on the first quiz and A's on the latest two.  Only two more!  And the last one is on only two chapters instead of three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-113134071355789555?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113134071355789555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=113134071355789555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113134071355789555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113134071355789555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-dental-work.html' title='Post dental work'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-113043876254629490</id><published>2005-10-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:46:02.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyences</title><content type='html'>Annoyence #1:  I noticed yesterday that the second quiz meet is the saturday before finals.  I'm thinking I might need to skip that meet, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyence #2:  The denist finally desided that I needed my bottom wisdom teeth removed.  I'm glad to have finally convinced him, but I'm not so fond of getting it done.  I'm going to get some funky drug to make me forget though.  I just hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyence #3: Having to use my money to print out stuff at the school library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyence #4: My backpack.  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-113043876254629490?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113043876254629490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=113043876254629490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113043876254629490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/113043876254629490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/annoyences.html' title='Annoyences'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112897225284702063</id><published>2005-10-22T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:19:22.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New family member</title><content type='html'>My littlest sister Chloe got a kitten.  It's gray and black and she named it Oreo.  As a kid of about 9 or 10 or so our cats had lots of kittens.  We had two and later three cats that would all have kittens at about the same time.  Once Lovey (one of the cats) had kittens in a sock drawer.  We (me and kris) loved to play with those kittens and spent countless hours with them.  One of the prettier cats we name Anastasia and were greatly offended when the person who took the cat named it Cap which were the initials of his wife to be and who he was giving the cat to.  So I'm very used to cats and kittens.  Oreo is a really cool cat.  I'll put some pictures of her on here soon.  My other sisters cat Itty Bitty, is nice too but she's an out-door cat and grown now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe got this cat because of her bugging mom until mom finally promised her a kitten if we found one free.  She failed to say when that offer ended and of course we eventually found some free kittens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have four cats, one dog, two mice, and Kristen has 1/3 of a chinchilla.  The dog is old (11).  One of the cats are old (8).  The mice are getting old for mice.  Lots of our pets could die any day now.  My parents have said that we could get a new dog when Honey dies.  I want a dog all to myself because I'm the only kid in my family without a pet all to myself and that's just not fair.  I wouldn't get a cat because my sisters have cats.  And unless a happen to find free ferrets I can't get one of those.  Hedgehogs would be nice if they didn't have spikes.  I hate bunnies and hamsters.  Mom won't let me get a rat or a snake or a spider and I don't know if I would want one or not.  Frogs and lizards are boring.  Fish are really boring.  And while I don't like our dog that is because of personality differences, not because I don't like dogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristens chinchilla came to our house a couple days ago.  I can't really say home because it has two other homes at Kris' fiends houses.  They split the cost of it so now they each get it for 4m of the year.  His is really cute and soft.  And he wouldn't just poop on you like mice and rats do.  I'll put pictures of him up too.  Oh yeah, his name is Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy with school lately.  I had a quiz last Tuesday (I don't really have test in that class just 5 quizs and a final) and a test next Tuesday.  I didn't do to good in my last government quiz so studied more this time and got an A-.  Gyms ok but I've decided that next time I take gym I'm also going to take every-day classes.  It gets boring being on the computer for hours on end. You wouldn't think it would but it does.  I finally found the microwave in the N building last week.  I knew there must be one somewhere but I didn't know where until I found it next to the girls bathroom.  So now it is more convenient to go to gym first thing in the morning and then stay in the computer room till I have class or my mom picks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some new sweatpants!!!!  *sniffs*  I just love sweatpants they're the best.  I got a black and a dark gray pair.  I'm wearing them now.  Well not both of them duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.  I finally saw Serenity today.  It's is a truly great movie.  I think I almost like the part toward the end where they're about to fight the reverts and Simon is saying all thoughts corny lovey dovey things to that one girl (gee I don't remember her name!) and then he says his only regret is not being with her and she's like "does that mean sex?, heck that I'm gonna live!" I like that scene best because before she said that that was my least favorite scene (because I hate all things sappy, corny, or lovey dovey with a vengeance) and to make such a come back is unheard of and well worth my praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I believe that I'd like to see Jarhead.  I had come to this conclution before seeing the movie trailer but it just reminded me.  I will must likely have to wait a while to see that though.  It being rated R and me not being permited to see rated R movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112897225284702063?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112897225284702063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112897225284702063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112897225284702063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112897225284702063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-family-member.html' title='New family member'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112863488772716622</id><published>2005-10-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:41:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50$ and free sandwichs</title><content type='html'>THese people called wanting me to help in a survey involving shopping.  It was only for girls 16 to 17 and you had to qualify.  I did so yesterday I went.  Now for these survey things they always ask more people to do it then they need.  But even if they don't need you you still get the 50$.  I'm not one for shopping much so I went hoping that I wouldn't have to take part of the survey.  They had sandwichs there and me and dad got some.  That was nice because the chicken mom had made wasn't done when we left so we haddn't eaten much.  Lucky me I was one of the ones not needed so I got to go home 50$ richer and with free sandwichs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112863488772716622?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112863488772716622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112863488772716622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112863488772716622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112863488772716622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/50-and-free-sandwichs.html' title='50$ and free sandwichs'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112830530741933821</id><published>2005-10-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:08:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristens' story</title><content type='html'>A hobo love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a upon a time there were two hobos. One of the hobos lived in an old moldy fridge box on West Street. The other one lived in the homeless shelter on 97th Ave. The one in the box was Liz. And the other one was Ted.  The hobos did not know each &lt;br /&gt;other at all.  Until one day, they were at the soup kitchen and Ted tripped on a cockroach, and spilt his rat soup on Liz.  Liz ate it off her shirt, cuz' she hadn't eaten in three days.  Rat soup was her favorite.  Ted apologized like a gentleman, even if he wasn't one.  Then they started to make out.  All the other hobos cheered them on.  Once they were done, they decided to get married.  But this posed a problem.  They have no money.  So they eloped, and walked to Vegas, where love don't cost a thing.  They got married by Elvis and pickpocketed enough to buy a big Mac to split(they're bad pickpocketers).  Then they walked back to Liz's box, where they had their honeymoon.  They had twelve hobo children and lived the rest of their days on the earth together.  Until Ted got run over by a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris says: Isn't this is a lovely story?  Kisses to all of you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJB says: This is KRISTENS story, NOT mine!!!!  But it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112830530741933821?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112830530741933821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112830530741933821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112830530741933821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112830530741933821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/kristens-story.html' title='Kristens&apos; story'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112802071363140064</id><published>2005-09-29T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:05:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, funny.</title><content type='html'>'Twas The (Politically Correct)&lt;br /&gt;Night Before Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck... &lt;br /&gt;How to live in a world that's politically correct? &lt;br /&gt;His workers no longer would answer to "Elves". &lt;br /&gt;"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. &lt;br /&gt;And labor conditions at the north pole &lt;br /&gt;Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. &lt;br /&gt;Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, &lt;br /&gt;Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. &lt;br /&gt;And equal employment had made it quite clear &lt;br /&gt;That Santa had better not use just reindeer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, &lt;br /&gt;Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The runners had been removed from his sleigh; &lt;br /&gt;The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. &lt;br /&gt;And people had started to call for the cops &lt;br /&gt;When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. &lt;br /&gt;His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, &lt;br /&gt;Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose &lt;br /&gt;And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation, &lt;br /&gt;Demanding millions in over-due compensation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, &lt;br /&gt;Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, &lt;br /&gt;Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, &lt;br /&gt;Demanding from now on her title was Ms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion &lt;br /&gt;That making a choice could cause so much commotion. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, &lt;br /&gt;Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that might be construed to pollute. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. &lt;br /&gt;And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, &lt;br /&gt;Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they raised the hackles of those psychological &lt;br /&gt;Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; &lt;br /&gt;Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. &lt;br /&gt;Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe; &lt;br /&gt;And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed; &lt;br /&gt;He just could not figure out what to do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, &lt;br /&gt;you've got to be careful with that word today. &lt;br /&gt;His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something special was needed, a gift that he might &lt;br /&gt;Give to all without angering the left or the right. &lt;br /&gt;A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, &lt;br /&gt;Each group of people, every religion; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ethnicity, every hue, &lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everywhere...even you. &lt;br /&gt;So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth... &lt;br /&gt;"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice: This poem is copyright 1992 by Harvey Ehrlich. It is free to&lt;br /&gt;distribute, without changes, as long as this notice remains intact. All&lt;br /&gt;follow-ups, requests, comments, questions, distribution rights, etc should&lt;br /&gt;be made to mduhan@husc.harvard.edu . Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112802071363140064?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112802071363140064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112802071363140064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112802071363140064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112802071363140064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/funny-funny.html' title='Funny, funny.'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112690139529709577</id><published>2005-09-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:59:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't hack, how I found out that a roast chicken and a severed human head are about the same size and weight and other things.</title><content type='html'>As school approached people kept pestering me about what I'm going to do for a living.  I find this massly annoying.  TBQelites brother even had the nerve to say that even though he didn't know what he wanted to do he probably had a better idea then me!  Anyway that was irksome.  And awhile ago Neemund got all pompous on me too, saying he's known what he's going to do for a long time and implied that I was crazy not to.  What I should have said to the bottom-dweller, recently belittled my acquaintance...sorry couldn't help it.  I wanted to say for heavens sake I should hope that a 21-year-old about to graduate knows what their going to do for the rest of their life, but I do not think that that is strictly necessary for a 16-year-old junior even if they are "going to college" this year.  Kris was getting on me too.  Oh, and have I mentioned that kris wants to be a personal shopper? *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said I had &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea of what I want to do with my life did I? No I didn't.  My Dad is a contest freak. When he's out of work he goes contest crazy.  He will sit around the house listening to the radio so that he can (hopefully) call in to win some prize.  He also enters lots of online contests.  So, when we were at Dairy Queen the other day we were unable to ignore the cups telling us to enter the codes on their sides online to see if we won.  Dad wasn't there physically but we were all hearing his voice telling us we had to enter those codes or we would never hear the end of it.  So mom wrote them down so we didn't have to tote the empty cups around (we are able to ignore the voice of dad telling us to get refills fortunately).  So I said that since the codes had a pattern we (we meaning me)could try random codes with the same patterns to see if we could win stuff.  Mom laughed and said I should be a hacker.  Now one of my goals in life is to become fabulously wealth and enjoy the job I do to get that way.  And I want no excuse for the government to take that money away. So I don't think that I will peruse a job as a hacker.  Mom also said that I should get a job like my uncle, working for the government.  Now I have considered it.  I like to think that I have the sort of talents that would make me good at such a job.  Lord knows I like stuff like that.  And it pays well.  Maybe I will.  I probably won't do the same thing as my uncle.  Not that I have a good idea of what he does. That could be a problem...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you can only put twenty things on hold at a time?  That is somewhat annoying but I would go hold crazy without it so I'm glad it's there. I found this out while I put the second and third Darwin awards on hold, a book on all the things that cadavers are used for(and while I've only read the first two chapters it is already turning out to be very cool indeed), a bunch of Foxtrot, the complete far side chronicles, and a ridiculous amount of Monty Python videos, really I doubt that I'll get around to them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is insanely easier to type on the school computers then on the one at home.  Why is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112690139529709577?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112690139529709577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112690139529709577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112690139529709577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112690139529709577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-i-dont-hack-how-i-found-out-that.html' title='Why I don&apos;t hack, how I found out that a roast chicken and a severed human head are about the same size and weight and other things.'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112725110133334554</id><published>2005-09-20T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T09:32:35.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About classes</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I like American gov and politics but don't like ceramics.  I'm going to guess that I'll like astronomy. But I haven't taken it yet.  I don't have the sort of patience for ceramics you need.  Plus it's kinda boring.  I'm going to drop it if I can. You need too many things anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later: Yeah I'm dropping ceramics.  I have various reasons some of them actually good ones.  I don't like it.  The clay I worked with kept drying out but the instructor said not to put to much water on it.  The instructor had two things that he said would be optional.  I got one of them and was going to get the other thing sometime soonish.  Turns out that not only is that thing &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; kind of mandatory but he wants us to get lots of other stuff that would mostly &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; annoying to find. This is not the reason I don't like the class but the instructor acts kind of gay. Ceramics is at an annoying time though and that does affect why I don't like it.  I have about ten minutes in between ceramics and AGP.  The teacher for that starts on time, and because it's at the time I normally eat lunch that is more that inconvenient.  I was lucky that the teacher for AGP let out more then an hour before the time that it was suppose to.  I would have been starving otherwise.  I like my AGP teacher even if he if a liberal.  He's funny, he's not too strict, and he has an amusing accent.  I know that at times I won't like it, but I can survive it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'll get a job on campus instead of taking a different class.  My mom said that the staff at the book store are none too bright and that I could easily get a job.  I believe in using my brain.  What use would I have of a brain if not to use it and use it often?  It increases my shots at survival and success so I can't go wrong using it right?  I haven't so far so I think I'll stick to that theory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really annoys me when people can't follow what I would think of as pretty basic instructions.  For example: someone (your mom maybe) is telling you how to do the laundry.  She tells you all those things that are important like separate the clothes by color, reds, colors, darks, whites, ect. Now amusing that there is some reason for you to do this, like your being paid, and do it right I would hope that it would be impossible to fail doing something so simple.  Things rarely work out that simply.  Loads of people are unexplainably unable to follow straight-forward instructions.  There was at least two examples of such stupidity in ceramics today (oops its yesterday now).  That is one of the main reasons why I would not like being in a managerial position.  I would have to hold the hands of loads of incompetent people.  That and while bossing around competent people is fun, bossing around incompetent people is a no fun at all.  Because I'm teachable, and competent I should never have a problem getting a mediocre job.  I reject such jobs though because of there lousy pay.  I'm very serious when I say that I will not work for under $10 an hour.  Anything less is not worth me wasting my time and intelligence on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may devote a short post on why my astronomy teacher is so cool but I'll do that some other time.  I'm going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I'll do that one thing that rabenstrange tagged me for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll love yah, tomorrow, it's only a day away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cringe at how cheery that is.  I think I'll avoid quoting musicals in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112725110133334554?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112725110133334554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112725110133334554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112725110133334554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112725110133334554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-classes.html' title='About classes'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112535619707995442</id><published>2005-09-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:13:15.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you been doing lately?</title><content type='html'>A decent sort of song, but I'll get to the point now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been doing much of late.  So I don't have to many interesting things to say concerning my life.  I like to hope that that is not really a problem since while I may not have the most interesting of lives I do have a interesting sort of brain.  But that may not be strictly true, I'm not the one who gets to decide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Kris's birthday was (last)Friday so her friends came and stayed the night.  We went to the Old spaghetti factory for dinner and the Old curiosity shop after.  I got these fake parking tickets that I'll have to show you guys some time.  They're quit funny.  We all played Mafia when we went home.  Which I have decided we(the quiz team)should play sometime.  We had movies to watch but they wanted to play Mafia so we ended up playing till 12:30.  I probably shouldn't have stayed up that long because I had stayed up reading till 6:00 AM the night before.  I hadn't done that for a long time and was glad that I still had it in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got me a jumpdrive for school.  256MB, $19.99, and it's red.  Pretty good no? By the way are flashdrives, pendrives, and jumpdrives all the same thing?  It seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dads birthday was Tuesday.  Mom made a mint chocolate chip cheesecake and macaroni and cheese for dinner.  Chloe doesn't like moms mac and cheese which is insanity because my mom makes good mac and cheese.  She like easy mac and Kraft mac and cheese. Yuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish up this stupid health packet soon(note: this used to say today, I've been putting it off).  Ooooo, great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat looking forward to getting back to school.  It's really boring just sticking around the house.  Well it wouldn't be so boring if my siblings weren't around.  Then they couldn't hog the computer, or the TV, or bother me.  That is why I'm very happy that I don't go to school till about two weeks after them.  Whoot, whoot!  I fact this would be a shame not to take advantage of.... How about we have a quiz party at my house one Friday before us collage people go back to school.  Since (most of)the rest of the quiz team is homeschooled it shouldn't be a problem.  We could watch Band of Brothers like rabenstrange has said he wants to do( and tbqelite too).  If another day works better I'm sure that can be done.  I just need to talk to my mom and see when would be a good time.  Kristen being off to school would be wonderful, that's the main reason I didn't want you people coming over before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, have you ever met one of those types of people who are into weird new age stuff?  I'm sure you have.  One of the peoples I used to hang out with at my "old school" was one of those types of people.  I was often left with a 'what the heck' look on my face at some of the stuff she did.  She would meditate in the halls.  I told her once I though it was stupid.  That was great fun! But anyway, I don't get the point of meditating.  I mean...come on!? I asked her only what the point of it was and she said something like to calm/focus/center you, or some weird thing like that.  One: I'm most always calm.  I don't get the point of not being calm.  I rarely find anything worth the sort of emotional out put she displayed on a minute to minute basis.  She would get worked up about the smallest things.  Once, us three girls who would hang out were going outside and there were a bunch of crows on the tables.  You would have thought that the grim reaper just showed up and said 'your next'!  Then she claimed that the wind was blowing in all four directions.  What a load of BS!  I find these sort of people intolerable.  Oh yeah, did I tell you she was wearing a lord of the rings type of cape thing?  *nods knowingly* Yes.  No I'm not joking in the least.  And they were not crows(according to her) they were ravens, and ravens are a sign of bad omen.  Personally, I think getting worked up like that all the time is a waste of time and energy.  If I'm going to waste time and energy it's going to be on video games or such like.  Hey, at least you won't get stomach ulcers! Two: Focus what? It was the middle of the hall during lunch! What is there to cause you to not "focused"  what do you need to "focus" on anyway and why would sitting cross-legged, closing your eyes and doing that weird thing with your hands help? Three: What is centering yourself?!?!?! I mean clue me in here, I don't get it!  It really didn't help me like her that she was bossy.  I wouldn't be surprised if she end up going to India to 'find herself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news!  I'm now The official weird older sibling!  I think I have been from the beginning but I hadn't yet heard of any of Kris's friends say " your older sister is weird".  Well maybe I had but just didn't remember.  Apparently, Hannah Kristens friend said I'm weird and kris and her simply couldn't explain how to one of hannah's friends.  They did agree that I'm not like this one person they know that says he's gay and he's a Goth and he kills feeder mice for fun.......... Yeah, that's only slightly disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimpers* Mommy wouldn't let me get this keychain thing that said "Yes I'm paying attention. Can't you see me yawning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I manage to hold on to some good idea long enough I'll post something else soon but for now that's it.  Feel free to suggest and topics or ask any questions.  I just may answer if I get bored enough! :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112535619707995442?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112535619707995442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112535619707995442' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112535619707995442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112535619707995442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-have-you-been-doing-lately.html' title='What have you been doing lately?'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112302321329450573</id><published>2005-08-03T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:30:59.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A short note concerning "sarcasm, just another service I offer"</title><content type='html'>While it is a funny saying, I do not think that it applies to myself.  A shirt with a more correct saying concerning my sarcasm would go like such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sarcasm is not "just another service I offer" it's a built in feature." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm is a gene you inherit in my family, not something you learn.  The reason that I don't think the saying all-together fitting is that it sounds as if it's something that must be paid for, or asked for.  Not something that is given without cost or desire, like is really the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112302321329450573?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112302321329450573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112302321329450573' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112302321329450573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112302321329450573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/short-note-concerning-sarcasm-just.html' title='A short note concerning &quot;sarcasm, just another service I offer&quot;'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112242501722512200</id><published>2005-07-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:43:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drivers ED ends this week and the thought makes me so happy I could do a jig.  &lt;br /&gt;I've got my nice summer hair and tan which I like.  Mom wants to move because of the neighbor being a jerk.  Kris is sick, literally.  And Dad's at bremerton on his two week navy duty.  Now you're all caught up so we can continue. No, not yet I've got to add that I really hate going to the navy base.  It suck majorly and I hope I won't have to go. The pool's nice though...if I have to go I'm going to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, love is gonna gettchya,&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, love is gonna gettchya,.......Sorry.  I'm listening to Oldies....yeah.  Dude this one sucks!  I'm switching.  These words are my own, from my heart flow,  I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!  That's better.  But now this next one sucks, switching back.  My girl!  I got sooo much honey the bee's into me.  I got a sweater song then the birds in the trees.  I guess, you say.  What can make me feel this way? My girl! My girl. My girl. Talkin' bout my girl!  Better again. Switchin around again.  Windmill windmill something something......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very annoying thing about blogging is what I like to refer to as Bloggers Block.  It's when you go online to blog and then you can't think of anything interesting to write about despite the fact that a half hour ago you just thought of the coolest thing, and now it's gone. Now I didn't think of something really good a half hour ago but it happens a lot to me.  Then you end up talking about random junk that happened lately.  So, on that note I will leave you till I DO think of something good to write about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that my life is pretty plain.  You don't like my point of view you think that I'm insane..... Sorry, still listening to the radio. :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112242501722512200?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112242501722512200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112242501722512200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112242501722512200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112242501722512200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/drivers-ed-ends-this-week-and-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112145921060183814</id><published>2005-07-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:27:50.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mariners suck but who cares</title><content type='html'>We the people know as my family wen't to a baseball game yesterday.  If you can't already tell that they lost I suggest that you go buy yourself a better body because you won't get anywhere with that brain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mom yet me drive up to Safeway and back.  I've got less then 2Hrs driving practice since my last drive so I needed to.  My second drive is today at three and the next one will be next Friday at three where I will have to be ready to drive on the freeway *cringe*.  Today I'll do parking stuff.  Maybe even parallel?  It's not really as hard to do as everyone makes it seem.  The Fry's parking lot is really very good for practicing.  On the far side there's some parallel parking spaces that rarely have people using them.  Now since, no doubt, you're getting bored of this I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got our "new" computer up and running.  That's nice because the old one would stop working if you didn't use it for about a half hour.  I'm very mad at all our computers because none of them will let me play Sims 2 which I bought but now can't use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112145921060183814?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112145921060183814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112145921060183814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112145921060183814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112145921060183814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/mariners-suck-but-who-cares.html' title='The Mariners suck but who cares'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-112077315179337880</id><published>2005-07-07T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:52:31.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About time</title><content type='html'>I figure that I should post now huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went on vacation for the fourth as most of you probably know.  And besides the sunburn, minor chaffing, and one toe that is probably infected and ingrown,I had a good time.  And I got the coolest Toy!!!  It's so fun but not easy to describe&lt;br /&gt;We went to Idaho and the theme park there, Silverwood.  Kris and me road all the coasters and most of the other cool rides.  We weren't fond of the corkscrew which really hurts your head and ears.  The lines were about a third the size of those I'm used to.  The natives were all 'that's why you never go on the weekend' and we got a good laugh at that.  Mom now wants to move to Idaho.  Kris too.  I'm not opposed to moving there sometime in the future but I don't want to now.  We ran in to my cousin and his wife there.  There kids were off some place so we didn't see them.  Their kids are 15 and 12, both girls.  That  cousin is in his forties and old enough to me my father.  It's kind of weird to have cousins that old.  He isn't even the oldest one.  One of my cousins has a son my age.  We had to come back the fourth because my parents had work the fifth.  So we took our fireworks to Brynmar and lit them there.  By the way the jumping jacks sucked.  We ended up setting most of them of fire when the others didn't do much.  And they did not jump at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dad took me down to the big Fry's parking lot and I practiced driving.  I have come to the concluding that you should be happy to be a passenger and take advantage of that for as long as you can.  I have to do a drive for my drivers ed tomorrow so I'll likely end up doing the same today.  This time mom is coming with.  Dad just isn't giving me the feedback I want.  That being 'I'm I doing a good job or do I suck?'.  I can stay in one lane okay and go a constant speed okay so that must be something.  Parking is harder then it looks.  But hey it was my first time driving.  Well I've driven it really rural areas when I was little but that doesn't really count.  Oh yeah, at silverwood I drove an oldfashion car that had a metal thing underneath so you couldn't drive off the road.  Steering that was harder then steering a real car.  But I didn't bump in to the metal thing once and Kris did.  Heh, heh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-112077315179337880?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112077315179337880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=112077315179337880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112077315179337880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/112077315179337880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/about-time.html' title='About time'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111897591925580709</id><published>2005-06-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:38:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burying shiny Beetles in the Backyard!!!</title><content type='html'>Isn't that a great sentence?  I love it.  Shiny beetles are cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school is FINALLY over for me!!!  I'm so very happy.  And I did well on all my tests!  *snort* Like I wouldn't, but hey.  And mom let me and Kris get Disc 1 &amp; 3 of Tru Calling!  So we will be vegging great much this however-long-it-takes-us.  Happy, happy, Joy, Joy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking Drives ED this summer.  Which means that I will have to prepare myself for the battle against the powers of EXTREME BOREDOM!!! Also known as: reading-the-driving-pamphlet-thing-so-I-can-finally-get-my-learners-permit-which-I-have-been-putting-off-due-to-the-fact-that-I-can't-get-threw-two-pages-before-I-want-to-hunt-down-the-person-who-wrote-it-and-strangle-them. How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This computer is really getting on my nerves.  It's soooo sloooowww!!!.  And it keeps going all weird.  I hate to say this but the Macs at my old school(how nice it is to say that!)are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for massive library fines!  Not.  I have 12.36 on my King County card.  Hooray that it has to be under 10 and I have enough to pay it down a bit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out why one of my friends(I use this term loosely) isn't going to Running Start next year.  She didn't pass!  To tell you the truth it was the other friend of mine I thought more likely not to pass.  Kinda surprised me.  But hey, if you can't pass the test then you shouldn't go.  I think that the other friend of mine that did pass shouldn't go really but I wouldn't tell her that.  They both don't have the right attitude to go.  They think just sliding by is fine.  They don't mind D's.  Now I don't mind D's if I deserve it.  Like if I hated the homework and so refused to do it.  And that happens sometimes.  Really only with teachers I don't like.....but yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of something more to post I will but can't at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111897591925580709?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111897591925580709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111897591925580709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111897591925580709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111897591925580709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/burying-shiny-beetles-in-backyard.html' title='Burying shiny Beetles in the Backyard!!!'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111515045219067096</id><published>2005-06-07T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:40:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of another list</title><content type='html'>I just read this hilarious list of reasons to date this guy named Dale. I will compile such a list for myself but I will also do a list of reasons not go out with me. This is mostly for laughs. Actually I can't think of another reason for it but some how I think it sounds better to say mostly. If you wish to see the list that the other guy did go here http://skirtman.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to go out with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do floss when I remember&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't shown a tendency towards animal cruelty for years now&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm almost always able to open my own jars&lt;br /&gt;4. I know better then to take clothes off of a bad burn&lt;br /&gt;5. I never liked Britiny Spears&lt;br /&gt;6. I spend money wisely&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't overly use the word like&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't have an irrational fear of clowns, heights, or spiders&lt;br /&gt;9. I've never failed a class&lt;br /&gt;10. My mommy says my table manners are better then they used to be&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't deprive myself food unlike other girls&lt;br /&gt;12. I do most of my homework&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't like modern "art"&lt;br /&gt;14. I don't read what I'm typing out loud&lt;br /&gt;15. I can keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;16. I won't mind if you don't give me flowers&lt;br /&gt;17. I haven't done very many illegal things&lt;br /&gt;18. I try not to hate without reason&lt;br /&gt;19. I have no trouble counting to one hundred&lt;br /&gt;20. I like broccoli&lt;br /&gt;21. I've never joined a cult&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a mild appreciation for nature and beauty&lt;br /&gt;23. I don't have a speech impediment&lt;br /&gt;24. My feet don't stink&lt;br /&gt;25. I can record things with the VCR&lt;br /&gt;26. I'm not often manipulative&lt;br /&gt;27. I can be romantic at times&lt;br /&gt;28. I don't cheat on my taxes&lt;br /&gt;29. I almost never bite&lt;br /&gt;30. I don't like talking on the phone or about feelings&lt;br /&gt;31. I'm not allergic to you&lt;br /&gt;32. I promise I won't laugh at your pain&lt;br /&gt;33. I didn't eat bugs, even when my friends did&lt;br /&gt;34. Reliable sources confirm that I'm female&lt;br /&gt;35. I have no old bodybuilder boyfriends that could beat you up&lt;br /&gt;36. I won't trade you in for a newer model&lt;br /&gt;37. I'm available &lt;br /&gt;38. My morals are pretty good&lt;br /&gt;39. I don't have warts or large moles&lt;br /&gt;40. If I don't like you I'll be kind and dump you&lt;br /&gt;41. I don't have some utterly disgusting dead fetal twin hanging off my side (compliments of Kris)&lt;br /&gt;42. I'm always right&lt;br /&gt;43. I don't know the words to that one Titanic song&lt;br /&gt;44. I can dig deep down and find 45 things wrong with me &lt;br /&gt;45. I'm modest enough to stop at 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons not to go out with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;2. I almost always hit back&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not very mature&lt;br /&gt;4. Imma nota vury gut sppiller&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm self centered and arrogant, and no that is not the same thing&lt;br /&gt;6. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; combing my hair&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not fond of people in general&lt;br /&gt;8. I complain even if I have no right to&lt;br /&gt;9. I cage my emotion&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't eat enough green vegetables&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't pay enough attention to most people&lt;br /&gt;12. I pay way to much attention to some people&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm pessimistic or realistic, you pick&lt;br /&gt;14. There are definitely better looking people out there than me&lt;br /&gt;16. I have been said to have stocker tendencies&lt;br /&gt;17. I don't see the point of making my bed&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't really like cooking&lt;br /&gt;19. I have always have bad fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;20. I slack almost whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;21. I don't get outside enough&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm not very good at conversing&lt;br /&gt;23. I have a tape fetish&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a fetish with blue putty that you use to stick things up with&lt;br /&gt;25. I have a fetish with putting things in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;26. I have a lot of fetishes, not just the ones mentioned&lt;br /&gt;27. I can be annoying &lt;br /&gt;28. I'm not very tall&lt;br /&gt;29. I don't have long eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;30. I laugh at my own jokes or at least smile&lt;br /&gt;31. I doubt your mother will like me&lt;br /&gt;32. I'm not well traveled&lt;br /&gt;33. I don't work well in teams&lt;br /&gt;34. I'd probably do you more harm then good&lt;br /&gt;35. I have bad handwriting&lt;br /&gt;36. I use ( ) marks too much (but not all the time)&lt;br /&gt;37. I have bad posture&lt;br /&gt;38. I like fighting with cats&lt;br /&gt;39. I can't guarantee that when you get attached to me you won't regret it &lt;br /&gt;40. I get bored easily&lt;br /&gt;41. Only those who don't know me say I'm normal&lt;br /&gt;42. I'm always right *wink*&lt;br /&gt;43. If I beat you at video games I will laugh&lt;br /&gt;44. My uncle Dan has ruined me by making me like oldies&lt;br /&gt;45. I haven't even touched the surface of this lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111515045219067096?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111515045219067096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111515045219067096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111515045219067096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111515045219067096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-honor-of-another-list.html' title='In honor of another list'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111807686290211336</id><published>2005-06-06T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:54:22.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just hilarious</title><content type='html'>The Normal Innocent Bystander's Survival Guide... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take on someone that has just beaten the Hero, unless it is to distract him just before the Hero delivers the killing blow. &lt;br /&gt;If the Evil Overlord announces to the world that he has reformed and wants only to help people, throw a party, and give away money; don't go. Not even if he's playing Prince's music. Especially if he's playing Prince's music. If he's lying, you'll be a hostage or a statistic. If he's telling the truth, catch the next one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Evil Overlord's interview on TV will certainly be interesting, but do not be in the studio audience when he/she/it hosts "Saturday Night Live." Tape it, and wait a week or so to see if any other viewers had any seizures or mind-control problems before you watch the tape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're riding on public transport and the Magnificent Seven board your train or bus, get out immediately and wait for the next one. Especially if they're in their street clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are exceptionally attractive, stay away from banks. It's always the buxom redhead who gets taken hostage by the bankrobbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not run back to get your teddy bear or puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have small children, keep them on one of those kid leashes when in public, so that they won't go running back after their teddy bear or puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Bad Guy uses you for a human shield, certain delicate areas of his body are in striking range of your heel. Go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an acquaintance of yours seems to disappear everytime the Hero puts in an appearance, rub some of those brain cells together and see what comes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child has an adult friend who frequently urges your child to clear his/her mind, or tells you that your child has "a rare gift," set your affairs in order. Your days are numbered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a news reporter, find a happy medium between the people's right to know and your right to not get kidnapped/held hostage/etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, if you are a policeman, bank guard, or night watchman, and your first shot bounces off of the intruder's chest, try shooting other areas of the intruder's body, like their face, groin, etc. If this also fails, do not waste the rest of your ammo on him/her/it, or risk your neck in hand-to-hand combat; instead, fall back and observe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not attempt to duplicate the means by which the Hero gained his/her powers. You will either fail and die a lingering, agonizing death, or succeed, lose control of your powers, wreck half of the city, and make it necessary for the Hero to kill you to neutralize the threat you pose to everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you associate with the Hero, you run the risk of becoming a True Love or a Sidekick, depending on your availability and mutual gender preferences. The former situation will involve hostage situations on a semi-regular basis, but chances of survival are optimal. The latter position can be quite hazardous to your health; avoid it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Hero and the Evil Overlord are engaged in mortal battle, go somewhere else as quickly as possible, before you are squished by a car, the statue of the city's founder, or a collapsing skyscraper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice that your fellow reporter can type 1,024 words per minute, you should be able to tell that something's up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Evil Overlord offers you immortality, superpowers, or infinite wealth, and all you have to do is something that seems terribly trivial, don't. It's a trick. You will be used as a pawn in a larger game, and then crushed like a bug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to impress your significant other by emulating something that a Hero once did. Doing so usually results in said Hero having to come and save your butt. And you look like a complete loser, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear reports that the Hero has been involved in some illicit activity, remain skeptical; it's probably a frame-up. &lt;br /&gt;Never purposely investigate the Hero in order to learn his true identity. Success will get you kidnapped by the Evil Overlord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Superhero takes up residence in your city, a nice spacious estate in the country will help you to actualize your potential lifespan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a security guard for a vast, powerful corporation, try to get assigned to the Marketing or Personnel departments, rather than R&amp;D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a shy, quiet kid in your class that everyone picks on, treat him with respect and kindness. Your life will be spared when his psychic powers become manifest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are spending the night in a spooky old house on a dare, do not sneak away to another part of the house for romantic interludes with your Significant Other. Instead, wait until you can get a nice, clean, safe motel room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come across a body, do not walk slowly in the direction of a suspicious noise, or stand above the body in a stunned state of shock. Instead, call the police on your cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your Mom or Dad is an eccentric researcher, insist that you live close to civilization so that you can socialize with your peers and date. That way you'll be able to judge the Hero and the Evil Overlord on their own merits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your Mom or Dad is an eccentric researcher, insist that they educate you in their specialty, so that you can duplicate their research as the need arises, and excercise some restraint on their schemes should they become mad. Keep in mind that if the Evil Overlord offs your parents, you will be required to use you knowledge to defeat him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Hero says "wait here," it really doesn't matter whether you obey him or not. If you stay, you will be captured by the Evil Overlord's henchmen as soon as the Hero is out of earshot. If you tag along, you will be caught by the Evil Overlord's henchmen as you stumble along. Don't agonize over your decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil Overlord's friendly overtures are never sincere. If he is suddenly friendly to you, answer him with courtesy and skip town at the first opportunity. If he has always been friendly to you, answer him with courtesy and feign utter uselessness in his designs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to control sneezing, coughing, and other bodily noises so that you won't give yourself away when you're trying to hide from tyrannosaurs, henchmen, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enter a house, fortress, cave, temple, tomb, graveyard, etc., especially one with a malevolent aura or history of macabre events, and an eerie, disembodied voice orders you to depart the premises, go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mere presence of your new sweetheart provokes a hostile or fearful reaction in cats or dogs, terminate the relationship immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone chasing after someone else asks you to catch the latter, feign incomprehension. If you comply, you'll either catch the hero (and thereby play into the villain's hands), or catch the villain (who will waste you or use you as a hostage). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a police man, bank guard, or night watchman, and somebody breaches the concrete walls of your facility, it is generally a waste of time trying to ask them about their business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a new hero shows up and takes business away from the old one, keep your distance; they're either a Bad Guy pretending to be good, or their powers are not fully developed and will soon go out of control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not attempt to observe the Hero's fights in person, but rather, content yourself with watching it on the nightly news. &lt;br /&gt;If mysterious strangers appear at the birth or adoption of your child and make epic proclamations about him/her, listen. &lt;br /&gt;Don't make friends with the Hero's True Love. You'll buy it when she gets kidnapped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take the shortcut through the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not make the snack run alone. Bring someone else with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not actively try to become a Sidekick or True Love. If you really have what it takes, you'll wind up with the role no matter what you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your corporation conducts research, do not volunteer to work after hours. That's when the experiments go awry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you run a corporation that conducts research, do not fire one of your researchers without first dismantling every bit of their laboratory equipment and getting a hold of everything they've taken home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not attempt to chase custom-built vehicles, even if you are a policeman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are singled out as the Chosen One, politely inquire as to what this entails. If the job description involves "Defeating the Darkness," and involves long years of danger and struggle, you've just been made a Hero, and the person naming you as the Chosen One is your Mentor (or can direct you to your Mentor). If the position of Chosen One involves being pampered by half-naked temple virgins, then it will end with you being sacrificed to the volcano, and the person calling you the Chosen One is the Evil High Priest(ess) who intends to perform the ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any artifact named as if it were a part of somebody, especially if it really was once a part of somebody, is a Talisman of Purest Evil, and should only be dealt with in a manner pursuant to its destruction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from all buildings or natural features of the landscape that resemble skulls, fists, fanged mouths, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going off the beaten path for your vacation, check the police archives, and with the old people who live in the region, taking note of any mysterious deaths or disappearances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hooked you are on phonics, don't try to pronounce things you find inscribed in ancient artifacts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artifacts that are found in pieces should be left in pieces. Most importantly, if the pieces of an artifact stick together during assembly without any sort of adhesive, stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the scholar in the expedition says that the carving promises wrath on he who breaks the seal, it's time to go back to the camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the medical examiner announces that the victim was bitten or eaten by "something weird that I've never seen before, probably some kind of animal", avoid the area where the biting/eating took place. If the victim is still alive, avoid the victim except under broad daylight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it glows, avoid it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the alien ship arrives, do not join the welcoming committee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was just the funniest thing.  Hope you liked it too.  There are lots more at evilrulers.com. There is a link to it on bored.com too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111807686290211336?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111807686290211336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111807686290211336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111807686290211336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111807686290211336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-just-hilarious.html' title='This is just hilarious'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111742643961722690</id><published>2005-05-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:13:59.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a good title and don't even know really want will be in this post right now so this will have to do.</title><content type='html'>It is official.  There are no if's, and's, or but's.  I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be going to college next fall.  Unlike I had though before I find that I don't have to take &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; classes at the H.O.M.E program.  That leaves me with a warm fuzzy feeling inside.  But that could be a hairball. jk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go anywhere this memorial weekend.  I liked that.  We borrowed a weed picking device and I waged weed warfare.  The backyard is now uneven but mostly weed free.  I would advise that if you decide to wage weed warfare that you not eat, or at least not lick your fingers afterwards.  It tastes yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encase any of you were thinking of trying to beat my score at Rocket mania you will be sorry to hear that it is now at 3,195,350 points, level 42, Brother of dragons, which is the highest rank.  I stopped because I was getting hungry and bored not because I lose.  I really don't know how I got so good.  I'm just insanely good at that game.  If you don't believe me I'm very willing to prove it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to a very important questions.  Is it right for skunks to kiss ducks?  I'm going to see if anything good's on TV. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111742643961722690?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111742643961722690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111742643961722690' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111742643961722690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111742643961722690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-think-of-good-title-and-dont.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a good title and don&apos;t even know really want will be in this post right now so this will have to do.'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111682039558666715</id><published>2005-05-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:48:55.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Worst Play</title><content type='html'>Kris had this play that her friends were in and she dragged the rest of us along. It was a dinner theater so their was apple pie, and we had Godfathers pizza before hand. That's how she hooked me in to going. But the play turned out to be pretty good. That was because it was so awful. Only two of the characters were good at acting, and most of them didn't talk loud enough. But what mades it really great was that they kept of forgetting their lines. The villain forgot his and stood there for about five minutes. At another point in the play the villain was trying to capture the "damsel" and pour poison down her throat but it wasn't working very well and her said rather loudly "this isn't working". That was my favorite part. The apple pie was good too. I got to see the boy Kris used to have a crush on which was fun because it got on her nerves.  He wasn't really all she made him out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allerge season is back.  I have hayfever and it is no fun at all.  No that's an understatement, it's torture.  If I take the medicine then I'm a zombie, if I don't I can't stop sneezing and itching my eyes.  I have finally found in allerge medicine that doesn't make my drowsy and lasts all day in Claritin.  It's a dollar a tablet though!  It's rediculous that I'm (well my parents) having to pay for something that I can't help. Note:I might run this threw spellcheck when I get home because it's not working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that the movie trailer for The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy is the coolest.  I'm still not going to see it till I read the books but I'm going to have to put a little more effort in to getting them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111682039558666715?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111682039558666715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111682039558666715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111682039558666715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111682039558666715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-worst-play.html' title='The Best Worst Play'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111673513588273748</id><published>2005-05-21T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:18:03.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My mom has decided that the next Quiz party should be held at our place. Hence the 'No!!!!!!'. I'm very opposed to this idea. And yet I do realize the inevitability of it and the fact that our house a very good place to have such a thing. The mother-in-law-room has a microwave, fridge, TV, and even the computer in it, and the bathroom is close by. Therefore my parents would pretty much be left to themselves. Chloe's room is attached to it but that would just mean it couldn't go to all hours of the night. Kris' room is upstairs along with my mom and dad's room. *whimper* But I don't want my fortress invaded!!! It's my house and I don't want to share!!! Mom doesn't seem to understand. I must say that if there was no Kris or mom then I would be much more willing to do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel as though I must address you people calling me "The Evil One". I do find it rather funny but I don't think I'm deserving. I mean just because your sister calls you Hitler and you get people addicted to video games on occasion doesn't constitute being called the evil one. In my opinion Kris is much more deserving of the title. But I do like the fact that it means I'm your leader since you're Nazis, even if you'd never obey me. It is preferable to some other names, ones I'm not even going to mention in case you remember. And as Neemund said: I don't hold my evil. I don't really go home at night and think of evil things. Well not unless someone makes me mad and that's kind of hard. Unless you steal my fries, then it's easy. Or any other food of mine for that matter. Now that I think of it, steal anything of mine that I value and I'll get mad. Anyway, the title of the evil one should go to one more deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sad about missing strawberry shortcake. Mom tried to blame her being early on me saying that I didn't call and tell her when to come. But she got me a blizzard so I can't be too mad at her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111673513588273748?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111673513588273748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111673513588273748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111673513588273748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111673513588273748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/no.html' title='No!!!!!!!'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111577594635058693</id><published>2005-05-19T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:10:03.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collector of the Useless CD's!</title><content type='html'>I collect useless CD's. AOL CD are my favorite. You may thing my hobby is stupid but it's not. It's quirky and fun. Instead of boring CD that you hate getting in the mail it becomes treasure and a blessing. I haven't had the hobby for very long but I have at least three different AOL CD's, one CD with Tuccan Sam, one from key bank and a couple others. One of them even came in a ~holy music~ tin ~/holy music~. A blue shiny tin nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom upon reading my blog would like you to know that she is not an awful person for not wanting to go to church. We did in fact have devotions. I didn't really think you people would care but it makes her feel better so I do it. She also thinks my language need cleaning up so now I will use works like blood or dickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Sobs loudly* Feeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Toooooooottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnttttttttttttttttttttt Toooooottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ittttttttttttttttttttttsssssssssssssssss nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobs loudly* Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnttttttttttttttttttttt feeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I Moooooooowwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee annnnnnnnnnnnddddddddd evvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy thhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Allllllllllllllllllllll *sobs loudly* suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Soooooooooooooooooooo maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobs loudly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a couple days ago that I wrote that and I meant to add how zoob tubes saved the day a couple days ago. I haven't been busy, the computers just hasn't let me online for a while. And I was to busy reading to get mom to do something about it. On to the "important" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid DNA model I had to do turned out to be really easy due to zoob tubes. Zoob tubes are like a much cooler version of tinker toys. It took me all of five minutes, and it showed all the things needed. Mostly I was glad that it wasn't made of beads and pipe cleaners like most of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new van! Hooray! The locks hadn't been working right for a while in the other van. The new one has a CD player, which our old one didn't. But it doesn't have the handy key pad thing to unlock it with out the key. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I had a small test in language. Because he(the teacher) was sick we hadn't had homework, and I hadn't read the stuff for a week or so. I read the important parts once quickly right before class and I got all the questions but one. Almost all the other people bombed it big time. Sometimes I really hate how stupid all the other people are they aren't even worthy of pity, they had a lot of time to study for it but didn't! It's sad, it's very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and mom said that I have only three emotions that I show. I disagree. I show about five, give or take. They say I have normal, giddy, and grumpy. I say I also have angry, and pleased. Sometimes I'm really pleased when I look normal. But if you look hard enough you can see it. And angry is just a more severe form of grumpy. They said it's funny when I'm giddy. Which is true. I'm weird when I'm happy. All the emotions that I do feel come out in those five (or three if you agree with them) emotions. Grumpy can really be frustrated, mad, annoyed, and all other negative emanations. Normal can be almost anything. I don't necessarily react to the fore-mentioned emotions or to positive emotions as well. Giddy is one of the ones you won't see so much, pleased you will a lot more then giddy. Pleased looks like normal except I will be smiling or such. You now hold all the incite in to what I'm feeling that you even will get. Don't you feel special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some songs I like for no rhyme or reason. Mostly I'm thinking of Mr. Blindside by the killers and Chariot by some guy who's name I forget. Neither song makes much sense but I still like them. This one for a car commercial is cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris is hopeless at most all video games and that makes me happy. Very, very happy. It makes me dizzy when she plays Mario kart. You feel like you're on the ocean. And a mere snake is a major problem for her in Pitfall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111577594635058693?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111577594635058693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111577594635058693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111577594635058693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111577594635058693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/collector-of-useless-cds.html' title='Collector of the Useless CD&apos;s!'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111645621898334894</id><published>2005-05-18T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:43:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the....??!!?!?</title><content type='html'>I watched Unbreakable today, and that is a weird movie! It really didn't have much going on the whole time. About half the movie no one was talking. It was ok though, kind of worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;I watched About a boy a couple days ago and that was also weird but most definitely worth watching. It was great. *laughs* I accidentally put I was great instead of it was great! I watched i Robot yesterday too which was unexpectedly good. Really thick plot for a movie with Will Smith in it. And don't be telling me that if I have time to watch so many movies I have time to post because I'm not going to be guilted in to posting more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111645621898334894?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111645621898334894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111645621898334894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111645621898334894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111645621898334894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/what.html' title='What the....??!!?!?'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111629536250459966</id><published>2005-05-16T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T19:03:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not busy</title><content type='html'>I have a very minimal amount of homework and no intention to write anything other than this on here today. So I have nothing to blame my lack of posting on. My suggestion is to check back in a few days. I don't see myself getting off my bum till then. But who knows, something interesting could happen to me or some revelation could reviel itself to me. *snorts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111629536250459966?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111629536250459966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111629536250459966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111629536250459966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111629536250459966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-busy.html' title='Not busy'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111566858315612769</id><published>2005-05-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:13:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to name this, what to name this.........</title><content type='html'>Mothers Day was ok. We went to the keg. I got ribs. Kris got a steak and surprised me by liking it. I found out that my dislike of eating tomatoes &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; based in an actual dislike and not a preconceived idea that I wouldn't like them. Dad was on his navy weekend so he didn't get home till six-ish. We tried to play Sorry with Chloe but she had a fit when I used a sorry card on her. Kris made muffins for breakfast and they were good. Mom didn't want to go to church so we didn't. Not much else to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Ross and I got a couple shorts and some Tee-shirts. Us kids were waiting in the car and Kris and I found a cling-on on this guys car offensive due to the girl on it having boots that covered more than her clothes. And to keep Kris and Chloe from fighting more I told Kris to take it off. I had read the signs warning of an alarm but I thought it applied to trying to open the door or something. Thankfully it was a type that stops when you stop touching the car. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking advantage of me not having to wake up till I feel like it lately. It's nice to be about to sleep in. I've also been reading more lately because I've had the time, and some good books. I hope my teacher isn't sick anymore the sub is annoying and talks loudly. I have to make a stupid DNA model for Biology. The weathers crap. I'm looking forward to summer. We might go to Hawaii. It's not a sure thing though. We will go somewhere this year around august. San Diego and Virginia have been thrown around, but it is really dependent on where my Dad has his two week navy thing. I'm hoping we can go to Whistler for some three day weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111566858315612769?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111566858315612769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111566858315612769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111566858315612769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111566858315612769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-to-name-this-what-to-name-this.html' title='What to name this, what to name this.........'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111541624421614439</id><published>2005-05-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:50:44.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lethal Joke</title><content type='html'>I got some of the Monty Python series on video and I watched the first one this morning. It was so funny! We have got to have a Monty Python marathon sometime. It was just hilarious. Where else do sheep fly? And where else do you get to know the REAL reason the British kept the Germans at bay for so long? Where else do you get to see a man with three buttock, or shhhh!!!!! *whispers* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mice men&lt;/span&gt;? Only on Monty Python, that's where.  It's the best.  Even better then Monty Python and The Holy Grail in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111541624421614439?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111541624421614439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111541624421614439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111541624421614439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111541624421614439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/lethal-joke.html' title='The Lethal Joke'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111532591904005132</id><published>2005-05-05T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:45:19.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teacher is Sick</title><content type='html'>My teacher is sick(well duh). I have no homework besides Biology. How lucky am I? There was a sub but he didn't do anything really, didn't even give us homework. So I got to skip my last two classes and didn't have to hang around. I was proud of myself because yesterday I finished two books. I had started one of them awhile ago and just didn't hadn't gotten around to finishing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111532591904005132?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111532591904005132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111532591904005132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111532591904005132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111532591904005132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-teacher-is-sick.html' title='My Teacher is Sick'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111505628546960226</id><published>2005-05-02T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T22:05:22.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion of "hot" men</title><content type='html'>I did a really stupid thing again. I showed Kris how to set any picture on the web as a background. Now she's got Ashton Kutcher up there and will go ballistic if any one takes him down. Why!?!?!??!?! Why did I do that?!?!?!?!? I know better too!!!!! *sobs* I need to start thinking things like that threw more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note I got the latest Artemis Fowl book. And I have decided that I would love a house built the way Borders is. You know the one in southcenter? That one, with those huge stairs. When you walk down them you just can't help feel superior to other people. It's great. But I mean come on. Who doesn't love a sarcastic, teenage, criminal mastermind?! I don't know, but they must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that dreaded time of year again. Mothers Day, Fathers Day, families birth day. In other words I have to buy presents and cards and such. I just really hate doing those things. I am not a gift giver. I'm even more tight fisted then my father, if that were possible. It's not that I don't love my family very much. It's not that I value them less then money. It's just that...........I don't like spending money. I hoard money, I don't spend it. I'm not even very fond of getting gifts. I'd rather buy myself gifts and not be obligated to buy other people gifts. I'm an awful person aren't I? Yes, yes I'm, I know. I'm not very good at picking out gifts either. Kris is good at that, not me. I'm good at picking out funny cards. I despise corny or sappy cards. They are an abomination. I think it's &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; better not to get a card then to get a sappy or corny card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bored so I've been taking random tests. Today I took this test to find out my "chemistry IQ" I got 6/10 so I was happy about that. I've never taken a chemistry class either so all of it was either experience or just common sense. I also took multiple tests to find out which zodiac sign best fits me. Taurus and Aquarius tied for first. I was very little like my own sign Aries. I suppose Taurus makes some sense(as much as a zodiac sign is going to make anyway) because I supposed to be born May 1. I was about two weeks early. And that would make me a Taurus. If I had been born then than maybe my head would have turned correctly and I wouldn't have had to be born caesarian section. Is it a good or bad omen to be born like Caesar? I don't think it really matters. I would get back on track at this point but I've already said all I have to say on this subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111505628546960226?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111505628546960226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111505628546960226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111505628546960226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111505628546960226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/invasion-of-hot-men.html' title='Invasion of &quot;hot&quot; men'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111498116249479829</id><published>2005-05-01T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:59:22.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Majorly Pissed</title><content type='html'>So I'm pissed at walgreens or my camera. You know those pictures I took at the last Quiz Meet? *sobs* Not even half came back. I don't know where they went, but I'm mad. Some of the pictures were the group picture, the pictures of A fine looking young man and Emily winning there medals. Also a bunch of the ones of us just hanging out at lunch and before the awards ceremony. Raben strange, the camera must love you because all the ones I took of you (which wasn't very many) are there. I don't even know if it's worth giving the few that were ok to Evan. The one I took of Butterfly turned out. I bet she's not happy about that. *evil grin* She even had to take a picture of me as pay back. The one I got of The Shadow Walker "playing the drums" turned out too. Walgreens will never be trusted with valuable things like photos again. Screw them. I'm going to go play Rocket Mania now till my eyes bleed. Not really. I'd get bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111498116249479829?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111498116249479829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111498116249479829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111498116249479829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111498116249479829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/majorly-pissed.html' title='Majorly Pissed'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111492039072287131</id><published>2005-04-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:06:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty cool. The scooter and all but I also watched episodes 5-8 in Tru Calling because we rented it. Stupid me wasn't paying the best of attention and got disc two instead of one. My sis Kris and I are really bummed about it because we kind of got in to a Tru fix and need our next high. *smiles* You can bet on us begging mom and dad until we get the other 5 discs. I also got to go grocery shopping with my dad, which is my type of shopping. Do I even need to add that we get junk and drive mom crazy? No that's a given. That's it, hope you all had as good a day as I did. See you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111492039072287131?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111492039072287131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111492039072287131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111492039072287131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111492039072287131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111489465998405473</id><published>2005-04-30T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:57:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>Sweetness is Bagder, the electric scooter my mom bought for the family. It makes other people jealous and it's zippy. I think I'm in love. My only problem with it is that it can't go up hills very well and my neighborhood is almost all hills. It has a horn and turning lights and a headlight. It's just sweetness. It's red as well. Zoom, zoom, zoom. I'm going to have that stuck in my head all day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111489465998405473?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111489465998405473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111489465998405473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111489465998405473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111489465998405473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111482092840700388</id><published>2005-04-29T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:28:48.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Short</title><content type='html'>So I was really bored today and I figure that I will be even more so in the summer. And so I'm going to learn how to write with my right hand. Which is more a matter of practice then learning. It makes my hand hurt because I don't ever use those muscles in that hand, but I think it will come in handy so I'm sticking with it. Ok maybe not. But the rings in binders are a major pain when writing and I write really slow. So maybe after my hand stops hurting I will be able to write faster. Once my history teach said that if I wrote faster I could do the extra credit questions. I was thinking gee-manee I'm writing as fast as I can bug off, if you wouldn't give me all paragraph long questions then I could do those questions. It's not even like I needed to do them I got an A. I always do. History's pretty much a no brainer. It's just boring and you have to pay attention. al4nw. (do you think that'll catch on? not likely.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111482092840700388?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111482092840700388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111482092840700388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111482092840700388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111482092840700388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-short.html' title='This is Short'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111480728242827020</id><published>2005-04-29T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:43:23.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Time......</title><content type='html'>I decided that I should do my laundry. I'm wearing my last pair of pants. The hamper my mom got me turned out to be a bad thing instead of a good thing. Without the hamper I &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; the pile growing. &lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt; the hamper it looks like a lot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of goes with what I was saying earlier. I took this test to find out what form of attention I'm, and I was holding hands. I told my mom and my sister this and that they acted like "what is wrong with the world things are backwards?". Then I told them all the other options were like hugs or kisses. It was really pathetic, they immediately relaxed and said that made sense. I really didn't know that I was&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt; bad! It makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111480728242827020?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111480728242827020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111480728242827020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111480728242827020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111480728242827020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-was-time.html' title='It Was Time......'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111473700129229701</id><published>2005-04-28T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:47:07.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>My mom called me in enigma a while ago. It's probably true. Sometimes I don't even know if I know my reasons for doing things. That's kind of scary really. The reason my mom said that was because I was working on these health packets like crazy and doing about 5 a day give or take. I mean I do my homework but I don't do anything more that what I this is required. Sometimes that's a little higher then what really is required but oh well. My mom also knows how I really need a reason to do something I find boring or just plain don't like. She tried and tried to get me to write things when I was homeschooling. I'm to much of a stubborn Ares for her to get me to do that though. I don't really like writing still but I do do it. Wow. Where did my train of thought go? *goes back and reads* Found it. Anyway, I had done not even three chapters of that thing and hadn't even looked at it in months. I get I week break and do about thirty chapters. I mean it was easy and all but I'm just not a very motivated person. As I said my mom was surprised at my motivation. So I'm I to be truthful. I'm not so sure as to why but I think it has something to do with a deep fear of having to take health some other time at BCC. I mean can you blame me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just that that makes me something of an enigma either. One, I'm not very far away from hating a whole gender(my own). I think I know mostly why that is, but it would take a really long time to write it all down and I'm not that interested in telling you. I can't say I even remember really getting along with girls. Two, I read some weird books and like them. I also read some very different types of books. I'm not very interested in going it to all that as well but just for in example, I've read Grass For His Pillow which I really liked, shove it, I'm not even that interested in explaining. TV's the same way for me. I like some of the stupidest shows and yet I'm such a dork and I watch some PBS type shows like it's water. Did that make sense? I don't think so. Even my interests in music are all over the place. Mainly I like stuff without words more than stuff with words. That is unless the lyrics are good or fun/weird. And sometimes I find some weird new thing that I like. Like I found out that I like some certain types of jazz I while ago. Some jazz I hate, but other types I really like. I swear, sometimes I'm my own contradiction. Yet I know myself fairly well I think. Really it's other people who view me as an enigma, not me.&lt;br /&gt;Kris was really freaked out when all of a sudden I started giving her hugs out of the blue. I did this for that reason, too freak her out. Stupid me went and told her that! She would have caught on sooner or later but it wasn't expired. Even my grandparents know that I pretty much abhor physical contact. I tried not to show them just how much to spare their feelings but I it just didn't work. That's actually one of the many reasons I don't like girls,&lt;em&gt; they hug!&lt;/em&gt; *shiver* People who have been around me a while know if I give you a wimpy hug, you don't complain, because that's all you're getting. Have we moved past the enigma talk? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really miss? My zip-off pants. Those pants were the best. Lots of pockets, like I like. I could wear them any season. They were black so they went with everything. *sigh* I need some more sweat pants. I only have a gray pair with a stain in the knee and a dark gray pair that I've have had for forever. That's not like me. Sweat pants have been my favorite type of pants for a long as I remember. In my first memory I'm wearing sweat pants! I do have a navy blue pair but they're highwater and I only wear them to bed. And it's just getting out of sweatpants season. I should have thought of this sooner. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm kind of in a 'shove it' mood? Well I'm. And I have no reason too. Kris is at a friends, I don't have much homework or school tomorrow. Nothing annoying coming up. I should go take a nap. I'm always in a good mood after I take a nap. I almost never sleep when I take a nap. I just lay in bed thinking. Have you ever noticed that when you lay in bed with no intention of sleep than it is always more comfortable? I have. My bed is conspiring against me.&lt;br /&gt;I let Kris have full control over the last 5 pictures in my camera. BAD IDEA!!!! She took a pictures of two stuffed rabbits doing it. A picture of her knee. A picture of my devil duck. And I took a picture of her that is hilarious and I'll have to bring it to church and show you guys. Even if you don't want to see it would be worth it just to mortify her. I'm going to bring them anyway because it was the pictures of that last Quiz thing. I should have a picture of everyone and if you or your parent wants some just ask. I want a set for myself and Evan wants some but If enough people want some I'll get triples.&lt;br /&gt;The TV is calling my name got to go. jk : } But that nap sounds nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111473700129229701?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111473700129229701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111473700129229701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111473700129229701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111473700129229701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110947226616378488</id><published>2005-04-28T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:59:04.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, And my Hate Of Them</title><content type='html'>I do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; like dream. I've had some really disturbing dreams. Most of my readers are disturbing themselves and likely have even most disturbing dreams, but non the less they were disturbing. And I don't know, they make my night longer. Which I don't want. The only semi-good dreams I ever have leave me very disappointed. And they are usually sprinkled with weird and totally unrealistic things. No matter how crazy the dream I can never convince my dreamself to remember that I'm asleep. Last night I had this really weird dream involving the Pope and him really bloody and coughing up blood. You know the pope that just died. I only half woke up so I tried using daydreaming to get my mind off it, which resulted in me having a dream in which I daydreamed. Weird, very weird. All my dream fall under three categories, Boring and weird, Disturbing, or ones about guys I have a crush on. None of those are really very nice. The last one just leaves me feeling shallow and annoyed, almost never happy. Boring dreams are the least annoying so if I must remember my dream at all I would rather have it be weird and boring. Anyway I got to go get ready for the day. I like hearing about other peoples weird dreams so feel free to share them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110947226616378488?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110947226616378488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110947226616378488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110947226616378488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110947226616378488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreams-and-my-hate-of-them.html' title='Dreams, And my Hate Of Them'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111446759130374500</id><published>2005-04-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T15:19:51.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>So this is mostly going to be weird little random things that really don't have any connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something like what my grandma on my dad's side said in my birthday card: Sweet sixteen and never been kissed? Keep it that way for a while. You got plenty of time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you knew my grandmother, then you would know that that is a weird thing for her to say. Usually it's something more along the lines of, look how much you've grown up and what a beautiful young lady you are turning out to be. You know, that kinda of sappy stuff. I was a bit taken a back myself. Everyone thought it was just the funniest thing (including myself). Personally I really dislike sappy things and it was nice for the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I came up stairs to say good night to my mom and she and Kris were watching TV. A commercial for house came on and it was one I'd already seen. Kris asked me what ended up being wrong with the lady and I said she was only eating this one type of food and it was making her crazy. Mom said that yeah if you don't eat a balanced diet then you go crazy. So I said that's probably why being a vegetarian and being a tree hugging environmentalist extremist is related. I did see why it was that funny, but my mom got a kick out of it. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, who is a senior this year, got a college scholarship for playing football. He got his name and a paragraph about his accomplishment in the Billings Gazette. My grandma, aunt and uncle even got there names it there as well. Now when I read this I said to my mom " you know in Montana it is a lot easier to get your name in the paper then it is in say New York". Which is very true. In New York, New York you can murder someone and not get your name in the paper. In Montana you can get first place in the spelling bee and get your name in the paper. It's just two very different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored a couple days ago when I got home from school. So I did the normal thing and googled my last name. I ended up finding this web page devoted to pictures of this German couples two little kids. There little girl looks quit a bit like me when I was a baby, fat, round face, and blonde fuzz on my head. The dad who is the one who took the pictures has the same nose as my dad. Other then that I can't say he really looks like my dad though. It was just kind of fun to look at these pictures of people who could or could not be related to me. If you want to see the pictures too, the web site is www. [insert my last name here] .net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, number four was something I did. I don't think I will be doing that any more unless I think of something really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111446759130374500?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111446759130374500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111446759130374500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111446759130374500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111446759130374500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111429525780874167</id><published>2005-04-23T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T15:27:37.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A book and a test</title><content type='html'>So, today I took that test you have to take in order to get in to running start. It was easy and I passed the English. I did not pass the math but I was close. I was rusty because I didn't take any math this year. I got assessed in to MATH 099 which is intermediate algebra. I have yet to take geometry yet so I wasn't really planning on taking a math class in fall. There was a guy I know from tae kwon do and he pasted to so that was nice-ish for him. The person that was giving instructions and told you if you passed was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading this book that I thought some of you might like called "The Terminal Man". All you need to know about it is contained in this paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting Psychiatric Summary:&lt;br /&gt;This 34-year old man has documented ADL syndrome of 2 years' duration. The etiology is presumably traumatic, following an automobile accident. This patient has already tried to kill two people, and has been involved with fights with several others. Any statement that he "feels funny" or "smells something bad" should be respected as indicating the start of a seizure. Under such circumstances, notify the NPS and Hospital Security at once.&lt;br /&gt;The patient has an accompanying personality disorder which is part of his disease. He is convinced that machines are conspiring to take over the world. These beliefs are strongly held and any attempts to dissuade him will only draw his enmity and suspicion. One should also remember that he is a highly intelligent and sensitive man. The patient can be quit demanding at times, but should be treated with firmness and respect.&lt;br /&gt;His intelligence and articulate manner may lead one to forget that his attitudes are not willful. He suffers an organic disease which has affected his mental state. Beneath it all he is frightened and concerned about what is happening to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, most of the information. If you want to check it out it is by Michael Crichton. It is very good in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111429525780874167?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111429525780874167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111429525780874167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111429525780874167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111429525780874167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/book-and-test.html' title='A book and a test'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111421136310308106</id><published>2005-04-22T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:09:23.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth-Day</title><content type='html'>So it occurred to me that maybe some of you are wondering how my birthday went. It was on Monday and I have been just to lazy to post about it. Well I got a paintball gun, surprise, surprise. Not to say I'm not happy about it I just only asked for a paintball gun so I was expecting it. I also got some paintballs and the latest RelientK CD. Which is good but for some reason I like their other ones better. I can't figure out why I just do. Lets see, lets see, what else. I had a nice dinner of ribs, twice baker potatoes, baked bean, cheesy garlic bread and strawberry lemonade. I had to go on a wild goose chase for my paintball gun because my mother and sister are weird and wouldn't wrap it like normal people. On Saturday we're going to go to Skycart (do they spell that with a K? I have no idea). All and all a pretty calm B-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Saturday I have to take this test to see if I can get in to Running Start. The sample questions were easy so I'm not too worried. And even though I don't have to pass the math portion I think I will. I mean I didn't think that algebra was even that hard as long as it was explained correctly. Which was not always the case in my algebra class last year. I have to be there, in the room, by at least 9:00AM so that's not so nice. But it was the easiest and first time I could get. So.......you get what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two chapters left of this health packet I need to finish for a half credit. So that's good. I did it all in a little more then a weak, which was cool. It was stinkin easy though. I haven done the paragraph question at the bottom so I have that to do to but It's pretty easy. I can't say I will really retain much of the information but I wouldn't have even if I had taken the class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111421136310308106?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111421136310308106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111421136310308106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111421136310308106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111421136310308106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/birth-day.html' title='Birth-Day'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111419750452767277</id><published>2005-04-22T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T12:18:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Four</title><content type='html'>Number three was something that happened to me. I have never let my sister play that game with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How to have fun with Darwins theory of natural selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take large spider. Put spider on web of another large spider. Watch spiders fight to the death. Cheer for your spider. Watch the victor suck the fluids from the loser. Repeat if desired. For extra fun use a smaller spider and a huge one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably post something more latter today, but that's not a promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111419750452767277?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111419750452767277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111419750452767277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111419750452767277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111419750452767277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-four.html' title='Number Four'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111404040464817800</id><published>2005-04-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:40:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Three</title><content type='html'>3. How to have fun with the senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take unsuspecting person. Have the person close eyes. If need be lie to assure them that they will come to no harm. Shove a spoon full of salt in to the persons mouth. Dodge to the side out of their grasp or you will get punched. Now wasn't that a fun experiment!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does miss tomorrows titled How to have fun with Darwin's theory of natural selection. If your getting bored of this don't worry I'm just working on a really long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111404040464817800?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111404040464817800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111404040464817800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111404040464817800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111404040464817800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-three.html' title='Number Three'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111377611589486350</id><published>2005-04-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:32:22.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Two</title><content type='html'>Here is the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be loud and annoying and hairy(now who does that remind me of?). Move in to another persons house. Use the persons shower. Use the persons razor. Wash the razor the first couple times leaving it wet but mostly clean. Then shave some part of your body that is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; hairy. Don't clean the razor. Notes that the razor is no longer in the shower. You have just succeeded in being very cruel. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess in the same manor as last time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111377611589486350?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111377611589486350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111377611589486350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111377611589486350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111377611589486350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/number-two.html' title='Number Two'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111371757617802785</id><published>2005-04-16T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:27:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First of  a Hopefully Consistent Series</title><content type='html'>I don't think my blog has been living up to it's title. Therefore from now on, you will get the pleasure of these delightfully fun, yet fiendish, things to do. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How to have fun with cats.&lt;br /&gt;Take smallish cat. Take heavy duty pantyhose. Insert cat in to pantyhose. Put cat on floor. Watch cat struggle. Laugh at cat. Mock cat. Laugh at how cat looks like a weasel. Take cat out when finished with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must guess if this is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. something that has happened to me(or my cat).&lt;br /&gt;B. something I have done.&lt;br /&gt;or C. something out of my demented head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of others I'm aching to share but that wouldn't be fun for me, because then I couldn't watch you beg for more. I've already decided what I'm going to do for tomorrow and you'd be a fool to miss it. It proves to be &lt;em&gt;quit &lt;/em&gt;horrific. I will try and do these once a dayish. Or once a monthish, or once a weekish, which ever is easiest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111371757617802785?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111371757617802785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111371757617802785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111371757617802785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111371757617802785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-of-hopefully-consistent-series.html' title='First of  a Hopefully Consistent Series'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111332478363475981</id><published>2005-04-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:54:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is a fun game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111332478363475981?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.popcap.com/gamepopup.php?theGame=heavyweapon' title='Heavy Weapon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111332478363475981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111332478363475981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111332478363475981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111332478363475981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/heavy-weapon.html' title='Heavy Weapon'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111325250373941633</id><published>2005-04-11T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:48:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Unfair, I Know</title><content type='html'>I have yet another break. The last one's excuse was Mid-Winter Break. This one excuse is Spring Break. It is my last break until summer. I'm determined to do something productive this break. I have no homework over the break but I have many other things I have seriously been neglecting. Such as health packets that are easy but soooo dull. Not to mention Quiz, studying driver thing so I can take my test to get my learners permit, and this blog. And who could for get the many books I have yet to get around to? The weak after break is WASL testing but lucky me my sweet, dear mommy let me get out of it. Happy, happy, Joy, Joy! Just the explanation of what was going to be on the test nearly send me in to cardiac arrest. I feel genuinely sorry for those poor people who do have to take the test though because they don't even get out of their regular classes! We have the classes move back to the afternoon and only once a week for two weeks. This means for me that I don't even have to consider waking up until noon on Tuesdays and a little later on Thursdays. But I will have to ride my bike to school in the cold and possibly the rain. It does force me to finally get air in the tires which it has needed since I got it for Christmas. Man is that pathetic of me. Off to do something productive, good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111325250373941633?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111325250373941633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111325250373941633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111325250373941633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111325250373941633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-unfair-i-know.html' title='It&apos;s Unfair, I Know'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111301955688889429</id><published>2005-04-08T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:05:56.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monsters and the Mower</title><content type='html'>The monsters are here. In this room. With me. It's torture. There watching 'A Walk To Remember' that corny movie with that Mandy person.&lt;br /&gt;*mockingly* And it's so sad! And blah blah blah is so hot! Oh, that picture of me in my swimsuit and an elf hat eating cereal is so embarrassing! He's so hot when he's bloody! She sings sooo good! Blah blah, blahbity blah! That's so mean! Giggle, giggle, giggle, naked Eye! Yay, I get to toot! If your face is a doll what's the rest of you? A plastic dinosaur? One, two, three, tomatoes. Don't fall in love with me. That's hot. They're so mean to her. They make clear purses. I must be dreaming. Your guys did not hear any swear words. Yay, kill it, kill it! I love that song!&lt;br /&gt;Get me out! I don't want to be here! They are so annoying! And they're staying over night! Poor me. *sob* *sniff, sniff* And I had to mow the lawn today because of there leader. She wanted the moss growing out front to be cut because she wanted her lair to look it's best and tormented her captives to get it done. The grass was wet and I got really dirty. It was fun but I wish I had done it a little later in the day. In needed mowing though. I got a sort of vengeance from mowing early in the morning because I'm usually the one who is annoyed by people mowing in the morning, and now I got to annoy them. Our lawnmower is electric and it's a bit of a pain with that cord always getting in the way. Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I finally caught up in sluggy today. So that made me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111301955688889429?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111301955688889429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111301955688889429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111301955688889429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111301955688889429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/monsters-and-mower.html' title='The Monsters and the Mower'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111282271342176512</id><published>2005-04-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:25:13.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies</title><content type='html'>Due to my laziness/uncooperation I only took three credits worth of classes last year. That is I bad thing to do. I know. And this year, if I finish doing these health packets, I will only have done five credits worth of classes. Not as bad but it should be six, if not more to make up for the year before. Needless to say I was a bit worried about graduating on time. I'm a laid-back sort of person so I wasn't losing any sleep over it, but I was uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are looking up. And no just up but, dare I say it?, fun. Somewhat anyway, as much as school can be fun. I did the math, and because 5 college credits are worth a full high school credit all I have to do is pass three classes a quarter and I will have all the credits I need in five quarters. And that's not all, after I get all the annoying classes that are required like L.A. I will still need to get 5.5 H.S credits of electives. That means I can take anything I want (in theory anyway)for two quarters, if I do the other things first. This is not taking in to account that I would still have a quarter left of running start and no more classes needed. All that is assuming that the classes I take would be 5 college credits for all those classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes I end up taking will be dependent on what is offered at the H.O.M.E program and at BCC. I don't know what I want to get a degree in or what classes I want to take but I was looking last night at the types of classes they offer and there was this one class on American Humor that looked neat. Who knows if they'll offer it when I can/want to take it but if they do I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I probably won't have to go back to the H.O.M.E program. It isn't really bad just really easy and boring. I should really finish looking at the drivers book thing so I can take the test to get my learners permit. I t would be a lot easier to pick the classes I want when I'm not tied to other people driving me there. Anyway I hope this qualifies as real content and not just the boring stuff I've been posting on recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111282271342176512?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111282271342176512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111282271342176512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111282271342176512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111282271342176512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/blue-skies.html' title='Blue Skies'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111276884769275746</id><published>2005-04-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:27:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending Noah</title><content type='html'>This is not a battle of skill but will power. Noah's ark, freefall, level 60, 574030 points. Try and beat me if you dare. Personally I wouldn't because it's hecka easy and very dull after you reach Super Beastmaster. But I don't think I will play that game again so the figure won't go up. This is only for the really bored or really stupid/arrogant(there's a word for that in greek I wish I remembered it) to try. Really I don't think anyone could lose at that game unless they try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111276884769275746?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111276884769275746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111276884769275746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111276884769275746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111276884769275746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-ending-noah.html' title='Never Ending Noah'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111197239817246031</id><published>2005-03-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:31:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Boredom</title><content type='html'>Ok why not joint the crowd I have nothing better to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: ********* *** ********&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: In less then a month&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: At home on the computer but that could change by the time I finish this&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: is kinda dependent of the season blonde in summer and not so blonde in winter.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: I'm left-handed&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Ram and because of this one book I read somewhat proud and somewhat don't care&lt;br /&gt;Innie or Outtie: innie and glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DESCRIBE------------------&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: navy blue and red Vans&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes: blue and gray mix but mostly blue&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: are not something I want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;-----------------WHAT IS------------------&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase on aim: I do not have an AIM account(ohh shocking I know)&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: mostly 'shut up Chloe'&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: *blink* I don't think that's my place to judge&lt;br /&gt;-----------------YOU PREFER------------------&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or coke: I like vanilla coke and no other types of coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King there food is less greasy even if their service isn't as good&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: I would think that I would prefer single dates but I've never dated and don't find the normal type of dating very good for getting to truly know people.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: I don't have a preference&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: It depends. I like vanilla shakes though&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: yuck!&lt;br /&gt;White chocolate or milk chocolate: Milk chocolate for sure, white chocolate is awful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------DO YOU------------------&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: *smirk* yes if that's what you want to call it&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you've been in love?: no, not yet&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: yes! high school sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yes of course&lt;br /&gt;Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: I don't know most times yes but not all the time. Maybe about half the time or more.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: If anything is real it's me&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: Never have so far, so no&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: *snort* no&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: yes I do. Not all the time but yes&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: yes, kinda, not right now though&lt;br /&gt;------------IN THE PAST MONTH DID:/:HAVE YOU------------&lt;br /&gt;Go to the mall: yes *sniff* no it wasn't so bad I went to gamestop, KBtoys and got icecream with my little sis&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: yuck no!&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: no and I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: no never had a boyfriend and that's kind of needed in order to get dumped&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: no, but I do like to skate&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies?: no&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: no I've never dyed my hair but my mom and sister want to highlight it which I keep telling them that it does that natural in the summer&lt;br /&gt;-----------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------&lt;br /&gt;Flown on a plane: yes once to Florida and once to California&lt;br /&gt;Missed school because it was raining?: no. people do that?&lt;br /&gt;Told a guy/girl that you liked them?: no but other people have for me *ggrrwwll*&lt;br /&gt;Cried during a movie: yes I'm sure I have sometime but only very rarely&lt;br /&gt;Thought a animated character was hot?: yah I guess&lt;br /&gt;Had an imaginary friend: a lot when I was little but none now&lt;br /&gt;Cut your hair: cut MY hair no, cut barbies hair yes&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on a teacher: heck no!&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fight?: no&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't like: oh yeah! My grandmother she smoked awhile ago before they(her doctors) told her if she didn't stop smoking she'd die in two weeks, and it was nasty.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten dog or cat food: yes, both but it's not too hot&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a cavity: one in a tooth that has no root's is less then half real and I'm not even sure if any of the original tooth is left.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------THE FUTURE------------------&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: I don't know. after collage and when I have a steady job&lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Names of Children: 2+ and I don't really think of that sort of stuff&lt;br /&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: One were I marry the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with other then that I can't say I care much&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die?: having fufilled my purpose and in a weird way&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?: I'm not getting any taller so whatever I'm now&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit?: Any one but the one I live in&lt;br /&gt;------------OPPOSITE SEX------------------&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: I like blue eyes but I'm flexible&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: I don't really have a preference on this I'm more picky on the hair cut then the color&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: long hair is really ugly on guys so short, but not buzz cut short&lt;br /&gt;Best height: My height or not too much taller than me&lt;br /&gt;Best date location: *blank stare*&lt;br /&gt;Best first kiss location: *blank stare* uhh.....In private?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------NUMBER OF-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Number of girl/boyfriends you've had: zero&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: I've not been in such a place so I don't know, but not very many&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that I own: 10+ I don't know something like that&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: two but they're closed up. I could probable just repierce them in anyway though with a minimum of pain&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: zero&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: ??? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;----------------FAVORITES------------------&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo: stuff that works&lt;br /&gt;Fav.color: I like blue but green, red, and gray are good too.&lt;br /&gt;Day/Night: I like them both&lt;br /&gt;Summer/Winter: summer&lt;br /&gt;Lace or Satin: Lace is awful what is satin like?&lt;br /&gt;Fave Cartoon: ??? Megaman, Teen Titans, and Fillmore are pretty good but I don't watch much cartoons and I don't have cable&lt;br /&gt;Food: Steak, ham, ribs, and other thing made of meat.&lt;br /&gt;Fave Movies: Too lazy to think of any right now but Minority Report was stinken awesome&lt;br /&gt;Fave sport: swimming is fun backyard baseball is fun&lt;br /&gt;Vacation place: Whistler, pacific beach, or some place hot like California or Florida. I other words any place that I don't have family in.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite thing in your room: That's a hard one. I think my bed but it wouldn't be the same without the heater in my room&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV show: House, are you being served?, or The red green show&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream: Oh! I really like vanilla ice cream with milk and this coco mix from trader joe's. but I also like sherbert types too&lt;br /&gt;Song(s): for the moment I like 'I tear my heart open' and 'I almost had you' is cool and this one by Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;Favorite thing to wear: pants, good ones, like ones that zip off at the knee. I miss those pants but they were really worn out.&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Tazmanian Devil's are an animal after my own heart, and they look cool&lt;br /&gt;Store: Half price books is good but not my favorite&lt;br /&gt;Candy: anything gummy. Gummy fangs and gummy sharks are my favorite&lt;br /&gt;Thing other people wear: Hey. I'm just happy they wear clothes at all&lt;br /&gt;----------------RIGHT NOW------------------&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: clothes&lt;br /&gt;Drinking: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about: none of your business&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: the washer&lt;br /&gt;---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cried: no&lt;br /&gt;Met someone: someone new? no&lt;br /&gt;Drove a car: I can't drive yet&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone: no&lt;br /&gt;--------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you had another name?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?: no&lt;br /&gt;Which one of your friends acts the most like you?: none of them&lt;br /&gt;Who have you known the longest of your friends?: ????&lt;br /&gt;Are you close to any family member?: yes all of them that doesn't mean I always get along with them&lt;br /&gt;When have you cried the most?: never&lt;br /&gt;What's the best feeling in the world?: eating ham or steak or ribs no not really but it's up there&lt;br /&gt;Worst Feeling?: having a tooth abscess drained that hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?: time for my little sister to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?: ???? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you kissed?: either my mom or dad I don't keep track&lt;br /&gt;What was the last memorable book you read?: Take a Thief&lt;br /&gt;When did you last dance?: I don't dance&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smiled all day?: I never don't that and I don't think I want to but something that happened to day made me smile a lot&lt;br /&gt;What color socks do you normally wear?: white socks with gray bottoms&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever attended a private school?: I don't like to talk or think about it, but yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like stuffed animals?: when I was little I loved them&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smashed pumpkins?: That sounds fun I've got to do that next year, but no I have not&lt;br /&gt;Do you read labels when shopping for food?: No I don't like shopping&lt;br /&gt;Can you quote Shakespeare?: other then 'Romeo, Romeo where fore art thou Romeo?'?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like playing baseball?: not organized baseball but backyard baseball yes&lt;br /&gt;Are you a neat freak?: only when ferrets are promised&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst injury you have ever given someone?: ??? scratchs, brouses, bite marks?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever eat lemons plain?: yes, but I don't make a habit of it&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun?: Once I fired a hunting rifle&lt;br /&gt;Do you own any knee-high boots?: no but they would be handy&lt;br /&gt;Do you like swimming in lakes?: I like the lack of chlorine but rivers are better for that&lt;br /&gt;What is you favorite gemstone?: the most expensive one&lt;br /&gt;Have you gone on any blind dates?: no and never would&lt;br /&gt;Has someone done something extra nice for you?: yes and it really surprises me when they do!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been lost in a bad part of a city?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a mint or fruit flavored gum?: steak flavored gum. jk I don't really like gum much&lt;br /&gt;Do you have road rage?: no but other people are stupid so I can see why they would&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten grass?: yes, hasn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever eat food right out of cans or jars?: duh.&lt;br /&gt;Has your mind ever gone blank?: like right now yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met anyone interesting at the laundry mat?: I do not go to such places&lt;br /&gt;Are you kind?: not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any beanie babies?: Not a ton but a couple&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be hot or cold?: hot I hate cold unless it's snowing&lt;br /&gt;Is the glass half full, or half empty?: which glass?&lt;br /&gt;Do you exercise or work out regularly?: not as much as I should for sure&lt;br /&gt;Could you kill if your life was threatened?: I should hope so&lt;br /&gt;How long do you take a shower: Until the hot water is gone or someone starts yelling at me. I really like hot water&lt;br /&gt;How do you eat a reeses peanut butter cup?: with my mouth&lt;br /&gt;How many buddies do you have on your list?: what list? The list of people I hate? About two, no three&lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon what color would you be?: According to a quiz I took based on the color of my underwear 'L.A. sky's brown 'or something like that&lt;br /&gt;-----------FIRSTS-------------&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Xeffery&lt;br /&gt;First job: none&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased CD: ???&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: my fathers aunt who died of second hand smoke&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: sister, no not really jk&lt;br /&gt;First big trip: Baker Montana when I was about four or before I was born same place&lt;br /&gt;--LASTS--&lt;br /&gt;Last big car ride: Baker Montana a couple years ago&lt;br /&gt;last good cry: never&lt;br /&gt;Last library book checked out: I have 30+ checked out right now it's hard enough to keep track of the due dates and now you want me to tell you when I check them out!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: water&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: ham or chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: ??? from Ruth?&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: ???? some relientK CD or a Switchfoot CD&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: I don't have the time to keep a list&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: the one I'm wearing now&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: ??? sluggy.com or tbq.net/forum&lt;br /&gt;--DESCRIBE YOUR?--&lt;br /&gt;wallet: I don't carry it around but it has two fake credit cards and a barns and noble gifecard with about 5$ on it&lt;br /&gt;hair: yellow&lt;br /&gt;hands: a bit too small&lt;br /&gt;feet: just right&lt;br /&gt;Room: ok, not great&lt;br /&gt;parents: The only ones I want&lt;br /&gt;--THIS OR THAT--&lt;br /&gt;[salt or pepper] = salt&lt;br /&gt;[okay, ok, or o.k.] = ok mostly&lt;br /&gt;[bright colors or dark colors] = middling colors&lt;br /&gt;[tic-tacs or certs] = mentos&lt;br /&gt;[sunshine or rain] = sun&lt;br /&gt;[rain or snow] = snow&lt;br /&gt;[sun or moon] = both&lt;br /&gt;[silver or gold] = both&lt;br /&gt;[silk, cotton, or flannel sheets] = What's the difference between flannel and cotton?&lt;br /&gt;[preps or freaks] = not preps&lt;br /&gt;[popcorn-with or w/out butter] = this one type called homestyle&lt;br /&gt;[ketchup, mayo, mustard, or relish] = ketchup&lt;br /&gt;[shampoo + conditioner in one or seperate] = separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions are off a test Neemund took a long time ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111197239817246031?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111197239817246031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111197239817246031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111197239817246031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111197239817246031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/out-of-boredom.html' title='Out of Boredom'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111171010067211294</id><published>2005-03-24T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:22:22.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>New stuff is great and free new stuff is even better. I got a new desk yesterday. It was free. And I made sure to get a nice solid hardwood desk. It's kinda beat up but it serve it's purpose. And that purpose is to hold me TV, and my books, and my shoes, and to do homework on, and read at, and do all that without even looking messy! It's a miracle! Now I need a free VCR. Hint, hint. So if you know anyone who has a working VCR that they want to get rid of let me know. I need it to plug my playstation and N64 in to. Yes that's right I got an N64 and a game(Mario Cart 64) and all for under 20 dollars! And I have 10 more dollars left over. And I put a check from the church for watching Chloe in the bank. So now I have 525.67$ or something very close to that. Plus my parents own me 35$ and I'm going to put that in there when they have the money to give in to me. That's another reason to get a job. But I have criteria that I'm forcing my self to live up to(well not really, I'm just picky). I have decided to never work for less than 10$ an hour and there are a ton of jobs I won't do(ex: work at Mickey D's). I can guess what your thinking 'your expectations are to high'. Well I like to think that my time's not worth less than that. I waste it for much, much less then that but non-the-less I'm a stubborn Crout and very set in my ways. And unfortunately those ways are being lazy. But I can be prodded out of laziness if I'm interested enough. Whether that be by money or some other thing. So there is hope for me yet. I took a Consumer Math course last semester and I know just how little of that 10$ an hour that you really get. I'm not looking forward to understanding people when they complain about taxes. But by know that I don't want to know do I accurately know what I don't want to know? I don't know, maybe if I asked some one who does know that can help me understand if knowing that I don't want to know makes it so I really do know even though I never had to deal with it. I need stupider (yeah that's not good grammar)people to read my blog! It's so unfufiling to talk(or write) confusingly when you know that they are smart enough to understand and follow along with what your saying! It's times like these when having the people from school around would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111171010067211294?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111171010067211294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111171010067211294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111171010067211294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111171010067211294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111143251686775653</id><published>2005-03-21T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:15:16.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Give a Kid a Box</title><content type='html'>I love boxes. And I was watching Extreme Home Makeover last night and there was a little boy who loved boxes too. He got a whole garage full of boxes. I wish I had a garage full of boxes. Big refridgerator boxes. That would be so much fun. Think of all the stuff I could make! And I would sleep in the boxes and read in the boxes and do my homework in the boxes and eat in the boxes and only come out to go to the bathroom. And I'd get duct tape and a razor and make bunches of stuff out of them. There should be a book called if you give a kid a box. I'm curious to know if the love of boxes and creativity/intelligence are related. They(scientists) should make a study of that. I think there is. When I was little my dad would sometimes bring home refridgerator boxes. Those boxes would be mine and my sisters home until they gave up the ghost. One time out of smaller boxes me and my sis(my ideal and mostly my work) made a house for our dog Honey. She didn't like it. And one time when our cats were having kittens we made a house for them. They didn't like it either. But I had a lot of fun making them. Now I want a box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111143251686775653?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111143251686775653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111143251686775653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111143251686775653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111143251686775653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-you-give-kid-box.html' title='If You Give a Kid a Box'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111104270845176428</id><published>2005-03-16T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:58:28.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books and Lots of Them</title><content type='html'>I have WAY to many books. I know for a fact that I can't read them all and yet I get more. I shouldn't even go to the library. I need to start renting more movies and less books. Let me go see how many I have.........now I'm ashamed. 37. I'll be surprised if I read 7 of those. I would say they average about 300 pages each. I know non of them are under 200. I just finished one that had a really annoying ending. It was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job. My "friend" Ruth was telling me about this job that is 10 an hour and'll only last a couple week. And sense I have set a goal for my self that I will never work for anything less then 10 an hour it's perfect. It sounded stinking easy too. So bonus bonus. I've been thinking of buying a Nintendo 64. There are some cool games for it and it's cheap. Plus I grew up with it so I have an emotional bond to it. And my friend Xeff never let me play Zelda and I want to really really bad. And I really wanted to spent some money. On anything. Well...........not anything. Videogames or books. I have a lot of stuff to sell of ebay and I hope to use the money to buy something. If I don't get a paintball gun for my B-day a paintball gun. But I have close to enough right now to buy an N64. If I pull weeds and such I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is so weird. I love him, but really sometimes he is so weird. When he goes to the library he will look at the cheap book place and buy junk. You should find yourself lucky that you don't have to listen to the tapes he got. He even spited me for taking one of them out by putting on the DOUNUT MAN!!! I will have to go in to the great cavern of weirdness that is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHHH!!! These guys at World Quiz called their dad Daddy. now I do sometimes call my dad daddy. And it's not because they're guys that it's weird. It was the fact that they didn't even notice they said it, and they did it as an all the time thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111104270845176428?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111104270845176428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111104270845176428' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111104270845176428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111104270845176428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/books-and-lots-of-them.html' title='Books and Lots of Them'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111035162303212208</id><published>2005-03-08T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:00:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Class</title><content type='html'>I had the most awful time in language today. Really I can not express to you how awful it was. It wasn't because it was boring like the usual problem is. It's because the homework was just awful. We had to do this thing were we add the explosive scene that the author didn't show. He had us do it like the way books are written. You know what I mean. I didn't do it and won't. Because I just can't. I'm capable. That's not what I mean. But I can't write what Holden would do. Of all the people in my class I could get the closest because my own way of writing as just as disorganized and off the subject. But I have to much respect for the character to do that! Boy am I weird. Respect was a character? Who thinks like that? It's true though and that's sad. I also have more sympathy for this one character then I do for most people. He is one of my favorites. And he always gets the short end of the stick! I'm talking like he's real. I'm beginning to scare myself. I need a life. Or a job. Something. Unfortunately that won't work, but it will dampen it for a while. And he said the best playwrites would would like her work!!!!! That galled me to the max. I mean I just wanted to strangle him!!!! I was nothing like what Holden would do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was just disgusted. It was so pitiful. It's depressing me to much I have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't even know how this is related or why it came to me. But I used to play piano. I'm still wondering how this is relevant. And I was Ok for how long I played and practice. I kind found it too easy. This is want I mean. If I practiced I could learn all the song I was given too fast. I was probably because my teacher wasn't giving me hard enough stuff. She wasn't giving me hard enough stuff because I never practiced. Vicious cycle, no? I don't think piano was the right instrument for me. I only liked it when I could go as fast and as loud as I could. I don't have a life but non the less I don't have the time to play an instrument. So I really don't know why I'm telling you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go read sluggy to chear myself up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111035162303212208?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111035162303212208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111035162303212208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111035162303212208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111035162303212208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/language-class.html' title='Language Class'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-111007387640980972</id><published>2005-03-05T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:51:16.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months and Counting</title><content type='html'>My mom says if I can keep my room clean for three months I can have a ferret. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I really really want a ferret&lt;/span&gt;. I have for a long time and that is not the first time my mom has given me this offer. Me wanting a ferret and my room being a wreck both being long time things. So today I have spent my day cleaning up my room and reading sluggy. Easter Bunny Mecha was awesome. I have read the first three books so far. My room looks worse but that's a part of the process. I was thinking of naming the ferret KIKI but I'm not decided. I have a stuffed ferret. It looks like KIKI. Now I'm going to go back to reading sluggy. Then I'm going to finish cleaning my room. Then I'm going to mark today's date three months from now on my calendar. 3...2....1....Ferret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-111007387640980972?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111007387640980972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=111007387640980972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111007387640980972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/111007387640980972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-months-and-counting.html' title='Three Months and Counting'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110999316497883245</id><published>2005-03-04T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:26:04.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeak, squeak, squeak?  I don't know pasquirrelio,  there might be acorns in the house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sluggy rocks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110999316497883245?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110999316497883245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110999316497883245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110999316497883245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110999316497883245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/squeak-squeak-squeak-i-dont-know.html' title='Squeak, squeak, squeak?  I don&apos;t know pasquirrelio,  there might be acorns in the house.'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110980735430838909</id><published>2005-03-02T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:52:10.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>My mom found out last night why I like House so much. House is a medical drama on FOX. It's not because I like medical shows or dramas. It's because Gregory House the main character, is a lot like myself. Despite the fact that that is a rather conceited reason to watch a TV show I'm willing to admit it to myself. If I didn't I would have issues. Watch it, if you don't see the similarity you don't really know me. Last nights episode was a rather good example of the similarities between me and that character. Except I'm not addicted to pain killers and I'm not a gimp. Most TV shows don't feature people like me. That probably because people like me are hard to come by. Really, really hard to come by! I think I would watch that show even if nothing else interested my. That's really pathetic of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110980735430838909?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110980735430838909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110980735430838909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110980735430838909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110980735430838909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/03/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110962312498396711</id><published>2005-02-28T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:38:44.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Del Mar</title><content type='html'>Taco Del Mar is the best place for buritos. You can get them just the way you like. I'm eating one right now. Taco Bell is nowhere near as good as Taco Del Mar. They are known for their fish tacos and I have tried a bite of one when my dad got them. They're ok, but I love buritos! They're so big and filling too! I encourage you to try them if you haven already. I like mine with: Sour cream, cheese, flour tortia, rice, refried beans, chicken, and medium sauce. There are other way to have it though. They're a little bit more then what we usually get. Which is stuff on the dollar menu. But it's a lot of food so it's worth it. You must eat it like a banana though or it will fall apart on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110962312498396711?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110962312498396711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110962312498396711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110962312498396711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110962312498396711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/taco-del-mar.html' title='Taco Del Mar'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110919952939109179</id><published>2005-02-23T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:58:49.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Break</title><content type='html'>Ok, I still have about a week left of beak but it's been surprisingly good so far. So far today I went with my dad to Costco, had lunch there and tried out some samples. We got some danishes that look good. We love to go sample shopping. Then we when and returned something at the Kent K-mart. Yesterday me and my sister went on a walk. We found a really nice and remote park with toys and we spun ourselves dizzy on these pole things. Then just because I took her a longer way home then needed she started to freak out because she thought we were lost. She still doesn't believe me that I knew exactly where we were all the time. She really has a poor sense of direction. We were two blocks away from our house and she still didn't know where we were. I have a very good sense of direction myself. We went to the library and when we got home Kris drew some "possum tats" on my leg. All my toes are now faintly green and I have a blurry liger on my leg. Not to mention a heart with the word dad in it and the word furry on my foot. And there's one I really don't know what it is but that's alright. Most of the weekend I spend reading like crazy. Monday they lured me to the mall with the promise of food. They always do that, it's so annoying! I hate the mall but they always lure me there! With food, books, video games, you name it. I had just been to the mall on Friday, I think it was, too! I'm much displeased that I have to go to school on Tuesday. I have to do this thing for the science fair too. I hate science fairs. But my teachers is forcing us. My parents say I can't go the World Quiz unless I clean up my room. They keep bugging me about it too. It's grating on my nerves. With that happy note I end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110919952939109179?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110919952939109179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110919952939109179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110919952939109179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110919952939109179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-break.html' title='Good Break'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110895992084993181</id><published>2005-02-20T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:25:20.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Dentist Who Under Estimated My Pain</title><content type='html'>That dentist was wrong. He said that I wouldn't have my wisdom teeth come in for a couple years yet. The one on my bottom left has already cut the surface. I knew he was wrong. He probably thought that I was just a pain sensitive person who was over reacting to my pain. I don't really blame him for thinking that. Most other people, particularly girls, would have been over reacting to pain. If I was a dentist I would have thought that. He had witnessed my pain resistance before but I don't blame him for forgetting that was me. He doesn't have the time to memorize who his patients are and that they have a slightly unnatural resistance to pain. Anyway back to the point. I had a little pain a couple of weeks, maybe a month or two ago, and I know that if I'm in any pain I should report it because if not it could turn in to something serious really fast. He said it was just the teeth moving to the top a little. He was wrong, I was right. Hah hah! I love being right! I had a tooth abscess about a year ago. I hadn't had any pain until I was suddenly flooded with pain. I had not felt real pain until then. I might have when I had to have my appendix removed. But I was five then so I don't remember it much. Which is another example of my high pain tolerance; I wasn't in pain until I couldn't get off the couch I was in so much pain. Man do I get off the subject a lot. As I was saying. I hadn't felt any pain at all until I was attacked by a lot of tooth pain out of the blue. One night I couldn't sleep at all. My mom wasn't home at the time. My dad got me an appointment as soon as he could but I was in a heck of a lot of pain in the mean time. When I got to the dentist he said I had had the abscess for months. And he was very surprised that I hadn't come in earlier howling in pain. I had to have a root canal which was not fun. Also yesterday I stole a scrunchy off of a barbie my sister was playing with. She tried to pry it out of my hands and when she fail to do so she started pinching me as hard as she could. I didn't stop her until I couldn't stand the pain but by then she had pinched me so hard it left a small bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a quick game. Record how long it takes to figure out who these people are. The person who takes the least amount of time without help from someone else wins. You try and guess who this is in relation to me. These are real people who are really related to me in some form or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fathers' mothers' sisters' daughters' daughters' son.&lt;br /&gt;My mothers' halfsisters' daughters' son.&lt;br /&gt;My mother's halfsisters' sons' daughter.&lt;br /&gt;My fathers' sisters' sons' son.&lt;br /&gt;My mothers' brothers' wifes' daughters' soon to be husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you figure it out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110895992084993181?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110895992084993181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110895992084993181' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110895992084993181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110895992084993181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/dumb-dentist-who-under-estimated-my.html' title='Dumb Dentist Who Under Estimated My Pain'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110874928110776345</id><published>2005-02-18T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T09:54:41.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Another Break Goody For Me</title><content type='html'>I've been busy of late so I haven posted. My teacher was telling us yesterday of this guy how tried to scientifically prove that some races of people were better than others. I'm not racist or anything but I sure not objecting to his idea too much because it worked out really well for me. This guy said that Scandinavian people and German people were in the top of the totem pole. It does kind of dampen the idea because this man was of course Scandinavian and German. But look there it puts me at the top. Me being a little over 75% German and some thing like 1/8 Norwegian and 1/8 Swedish. Don't quote me on that my mom side is sketchy. If I listened to my grandma I would also be Cherokee Indian, yeah right. I'm pretty sure that other Germanic peoples like English and Celtic peoples were included. Than the next one down was what he called Alpine people. Then Mediterranean and Slavic. Black people and Asian people were down on the pole, to be sure. His way of determining it all was weird. If your facial features are more distinct, like a sharp nose or chin, than you were therefore more evolved because you looked very little like you did when you were a baby. I had been VERY bored before this subject came up so I was happy to be talking about something that interested and flattered me. I'm the only person in my class that is relatively concentrated in my heritage. Everyone else is a little bit of everything. I can thank my dad for my concentration(I sound like orange juice). He is full German. Now if you are some person just checking out my blog(I can dream) then you may what to know that my family is in no way responsible for killing Jews in WWII. At least not afar as I'm aware. Believe it or not on my dad's side I'm only a three generation American. That is to say[if your to lazy to do the math(or to dumb)] that my great-grandparents were born in Germany.  Anyway I thought that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this one thing I have to finish, then I'll post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110874928110776345?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110874928110776345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110874928110776345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110874928110776345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110874928110776345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-have-another-break-goody-for-me.html' title='I Have Another Break Goody For Me'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110843593533220597</id><published>2005-02-14T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:52:15.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Weird</title><content type='html'>I thought of some weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold diggers, gold miners, and someone digging for gold are three different things. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In car commercials the people talk about DVD's in the cars as "child occupier" like it's another car feature.  It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110843593533220597?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110843593533220597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110843593533220597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110843593533220597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110843593533220597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/funny-weird.html' title='Funny Weird'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110815778117237564</id><published>2005-02-11T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:36:21.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Peoples Blogs</title><content type='html'>I was surfing around looking at others peoples blogs. It's very interesting. Most people don't have any comments. For fun I posted this: Random person visit my blog. I don't care if you don't like it. I'm just trying to up my readership. I didn't post this on just any ones' blog I did have a few requirements. One: they had to know English. Two: they had to be somewhat interesting. I wonder if anyone really will read my blog cuz I told them to. That something I'll keep an eye out for. Oh and generally if they said they had kids I wouldn't do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110815778117237564?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110815778117237564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110815778117237564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110815778117237564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110815778117237564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/other-peoples-blogs.html' title='Other Peoples Blogs'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110799726801015482</id><published>2005-02-09T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:01:08.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wick Nasty Teacher!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am very much peeved at my biology teacher! She gave us a lot of reading and a ton of questions to do. I don't mind the reading so much but I hate all the questions. I wouldn't even mind the questions if she gave us a reasonable time in which to do them. I have about a day and a half to do it all. That is to say I had some time after school. Then I have today. Then I have an hour at most before school if I get up early. My other teacher knows that we just can't do as much in between Tuesday and Thursday as we can between Thursday and the next Tuesday. So he gives us homework accordingly. Not Shawna HogFart though! Not her! She piles us with homework on Tuesdays and gives us only a little on Thursdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cruel to my fellow students in language yesterday. The teacher forgot to give us homework and I remind him. Then he forgot to give us reading and I reminded him. They were maaaddd at me. It was soooo fun! It wasn't even hard stuff he gave us. Just a chapter, and we have to make a list of little things that get on our nerves. Easy stuff. I don't know why they complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed at myself. I keep on waking up at 11:30 on days I have a lot of homework that needs to get done. I only do it on these day too, not any other days. It's nice to sleep in but I had things to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought up this really funny thing and I'll put it on my blog when I get the time. I crack myself up, I really do. It's funny because it's true when you think about it. Oh so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110799726801015482?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110799726801015482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110799726801015482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110799726801015482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110799726801015482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/wick-nasty-teacher.html' title='Wick Nasty Teacher!!!!'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110765917935741335</id><published>2005-02-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T19:06:19.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macs are Crap</title><content type='html'>Macs are crap. I hate them. My school has Macs and they're awful. Most things on the internet are blocked and it's slow as heck. I think that crap is really better than Macs. Dried cow crap can be used for fuel. And it doesn't disappoint you. Crap can't disappoint you because you know what it's good for right from the start. Unlike Macs, which are always disappointing me. Those vicious thing have an evil mind of their own. They just love to get your hopes up by loading a little bit more, then crashing. Or they'll let you on a site one day, but not the next. They're Satin sent, I swear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that my room is very different from most other peoples of my age and gender. The color pink does not reside in my room at all. At least not as far as I remember. I don't have any stuffed animals hanging around. Well they're stuffed in the closet. My bad is never made. And really I don't get the point to making beds. I'm just going to sleep in it twelve or so hours after I get out of it. There's clothes on the floor. I mostly remember which are clean, and which are dirty. But if they've been there a while I assume that they're dirty. I have no posters or anything else in my walls. I have a desk devoted to library books. And it's almost always full. Really I'm pathetic when it comes to books. I know my two library card numbers by heart, and their pins. And I always get twice as many books as I can read. I have a chair and a TV in my room. The TV has no remote so I sit so that I can change the channel with my foot. If you're anyone other then the people who usually read my blog don't wig-out. I &lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wear socks. It's not like I'm going to lick the buttons anyway. I have a corner of my room that I dump my school stuff in. This is about as organized as I get. I'm the type of person who can't stand any light when I'm sleeping so I have a dark blanket over my window. My sister has been getting on my nerves by screaming as loud as she can for my mom to get her up. My mom sleeps up stair and wears earplugs so she can't hear her. I can. And I don't like to sleep with earplugs because they feel weird to me. She yells forever. It's some what funny. She threatens my mom that if she doesn't come down their right that second she's going spank her little booty. Stubborn butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing catch with Chloe today because she wanted to. And I think I now have some insight in to how it feels for dads when their sons are hopeless at catching. She's five so it's not like she's hopeless. And even if she is it doesn't really matter. But I was frustrated non the less. I would have her stand five feet away and she still couldn't catch the ball. Oh well, she'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I thought that you people would be the least interested it these things.  No skin off my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110765917935741335?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110765917935741335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110765917935741335' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110765917935741335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110765917935741335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/macs-are-crap.html' title='Macs are Crap'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110738502759607380</id><published>2005-02-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T14:57:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrelated Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>My English teacher finally picked a good book. The last book we read was Ok but hard to get in to. Now we get to read The Catch and the Rye, which so far, is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Today I get to the first page of a short story about something that annoys me. And the story doesn't even have include me. I should have fun with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the FM radio on my MP3 player. It's wonderful. I listen to it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back into Tae Kwon Do which I had to quit about a year and a half ago. I had to quit for money reasons. I am much looking forward to the muscle I will put on. I miss it terribly. That's not even mentioning the strength, flexibility, and balance. I'm not really one for sports, especially team sports, but I love Tae Kwon Do. It's so fun to scare, or annoy, or entertain those little kids. Some of them aren't so little really. Some of them are adults. No matter, I'm not picky. Oh yeah you probably want to know how close to black belt I'm. Am I right? Well I'm a purple belt. That is to say that next advancement I'll be a brown stripe, and then a brown belt, then a black stripe, then a black belt. I would be a black belt be now If I hadn't had to drop out. Tis a pity. I was Student of the Month once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110738502759607380?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110738502759607380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110738502759607380' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110738502759607380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110738502759607380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/unrelated-good-stuff.html' title='Unrelated Good Stuff'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110721285131095249</id><published>2005-01-31T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:07:31.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crack in the Line</title><content type='html'>A book I recently read that I thought you people might like was (look at title). I liked it a lot. It's easy to read so one doesn't need a lot of time. Only a about ten minutes here and there. It's a book about the theory that there are a bunch of other realities that come about when something can go two ways. It's very intriguing in my opinion. It didn't go as deep in to it as I might have hoped, but I found it worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110721285131095249?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110721285131095249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110721285131095249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110721285131095249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110721285131095249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/crack-in-line.html' title='A Crack in the Line'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110720250384876388</id><published>2005-01-31T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T12:15:03.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GameBoys are good sedatives</title><content type='html'>I read in the paper today(not today's paper but oh well) that there has been a study and it finds that Gameboys are better sedatives then sedatives for kids who have to have surgery. There was a lady working in a hospital and she noticed that kids who played Gameboys before surgery were calmer then kids who just had their parents or who had sedatives. So she did a study and gave some kids sedatives, other Gameboys, and other had just their parents to help them cope. The kids with sedatives were a little agitated/uneasy, the kids with their parents were almost twice as agitated/uneasy and the kids with Gameboys weren't agitated/uneasy at all. I thought that was interesting. But really any numbskull could have told you that. All hail the soothing powers of the Gameboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110720250384876388?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110720250384876388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110720250384876388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110720250384876388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110720250384876388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/gameboys-are-good-sedatives.html' title='GameBoys are good sedatives'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110714027275092329</id><published>2005-01-30T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:57:52.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff</title><content type='html'>I have a devil rubber duck and wish to have it be my mascot and put a pic of it on my blog. Unfortunate I have never don't anything like that and wouldn't know how to go about it. My lack of computer knowledge is getting on my nerves. I always thought when I was younger that I would be better with computers than I'm now. I'm only starting to get anything like decent typing skills. I was wondering if you guys were taught these things about computers or learned them by yourselves? I have a theory and want to know if it's true. Anyway we should go paintballing sometime soon. You know how that one kid said you talk to fast to the guy teaching(for those of you who were there)? Well I thought of a good come back: You think to slow. It would have to said with authority and quickly or else it would just fall flat. And if you guys expect me to know/like some band I've only heard of threw you guys you'll have to let me borrow a CD of them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110714027275092329?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110714027275092329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110714027275092329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110714027275092329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110714027275092329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110713449170258041</id><published>2005-01-30T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:21:31.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nosy I admit</title><content type='html'>Because Stranger-than-Fiction brought up the subject I will be delving in to the subject of "love." Well not so much love as the general area of liking people of the opposite sex. How to start? How about I ask a lot of nosy personal questions? I like the sound of that. But no, I would have to answer the questions too, so no.  I just realized that the only interesting thing I have to say on this subject I'm not willing to tell you guys. So I will ask a Question. My Uncle is something like 12 years younger than his wife and I was wondering when is someone too far a part in age to be married? I personal would not marry anyone that I could have had. And I really don't what to marry anyone younger then two years younger then myself. I just can't see myself with someone my sister could like. I have less of a problem marrying someone older then myself. But not any older then at most, ten years. Really five or six is pushing it. Another question. What is something that you absolutely could not stand it your future spouse. Not the obvious please. Duh, no one who smokes, does drugs, isn't a Christian, is a drunk, is unfaithful, doesn't share your values, and all those good things. I could not stand to have a husband who is a football junky. I just hate football. I would mind if he when to a game every so often but more then that and no way. Or any other type of sports junky. I find it hard to believe I could ever love someone how doesn't like books either. The last question is, If you want to have kids at all, how many? I really don't know how many I want. At least two. After that it really depends. But I don't what all girls like my family and am willing to go to great lengths to keep that from being my fate.  Anyway share your opinion on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110713449170258041?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110713449170258041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110713449170258041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110713449170258041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110713449170258041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-nosy-i-admit.html' title='I&apos;m nosy I admit'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110703423440812980</id><published>2005-01-29T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:30:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad and the morons(oops I mean mormons)</title><content type='html'>Dads upstairs talking to some mormons. I pity them. Two young guys probably not even it their twenties. They have no clue what they're getting themselves into. They're just glad it's not my mom talking to them. Once some Jehovah witnesses came to the house and my mom just started talking up a storm and telling them how their beliefs were wrong according to scripture and such. And just trying to talk some sense in to them. It made me rather proud. And at the time there was this kid my mom was homeschooling with me and my siblings and he was amazed by it so I was rather smug too. My dad's more easy going and calm with them. But at the same time he's like a really nice dog that is disciplining them, and biting them and won't let go till they retreat or admit there ideas are wrong. You know it's funny I really did misspell mormons as morons just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110703423440812980?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110703423440812980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110703423440812980' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110703423440812980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110703423440812980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/dad-and-moronsoops-i-mean-mormons.html' title='Dad and the morons(oops I mean mormons)'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110696868044065704</id><published>2005-01-28T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:58:59.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This break is starting to suck, I'm glad it's all most over</title><content type='html'>I really waste my time when I have nothing to do. I have done so little that is productive this week. I haven't even finished a book. Instead I've started three. One would think that a week without homework or school would be bliss. It's not really. I had things I should have done and didn't. It like the more thing I have to do the more I do and the less I have to do the less I do. It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do geometry this semester and I wonder if I can finish it all before summer break. I'm hoping to so I can do Cal or Trig in the fall to get an elective credit out of the way. I already did second year algebra last year. It really wasn't as hard everyone says it is. It takes more time, but it's not harder then any other class. It was really funny though. I was the youngest person in the class(at the time I was 14) and there was at least one senior in the class as well and no other freshmen. I was the smartest person in the class and after awhile the other people would sit around me and ask me what I got for such and such a problem. I was greatly amused by this. It was made even more amusing my the fact that I hadn't taken first year algebra only a little prealgebra. I was peeved by the fact that I needed only .5% to get an A+. I could have gotten that so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110696868044065704?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110696868044065704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110696868044065704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110696868044065704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110696868044065704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-break-is-starting-to-suck-im-glad.html' title='This break is starting to suck, I&apos;m glad it&apos;s all most over'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110693816268173165</id><published>2005-01-28T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:49:22.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings that don't work</title><content type='html'>I have recently come across some sayings that don't work out the way one might think. The first one is "We will go alone." This just doesn't work out. One can't really be alone with someone else around. You could feel alone, but not be alone. A better way to say the intended statement would have been "We will go just the two of us." It doesn't flow well though. The other one was "Love is color blind." This, of course, is what one might say is you love someone of a darker or lighter race and other people don't approve. I pointed out to my mom that even color blind people would be able to tell the difference between a black and white person. My mom didn't really appreciate my Rationalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why you guys think I'm evil. Yes I used my knowledge of your competitive nature to get you addicted to a computer game, but that's beside the point! Really I didn't mean to get you guys addicted to it! I knew it would happen, but that wasn't my goal! I only was feeding my own competitive nature and pride at my "mad skills" by challenging you. It was all in good fun. So if you could refrain from saying I have torture devices under my bed that would be appreciated. It just makes me laugh to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110693816268173165?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110693816268173165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110693816268173165' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110693816268173165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110693816268173165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/sayings-that-dont-work.html' title='Sayings that don&apos;t work'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110678653163620505</id><published>2005-01-26T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T16:42:11.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colds Don't Make You Cold</title><content type='html'>Cold make you hot, not cold. So it's a little ironic. I have a cold. It's far from pleasant. Another odd thing colds do is make you more sensitive to things touching you. Of all weeks to get a cold why did it have to be the week I don't have school? And my younger sister has a cold so I had to watch her for a while. Anyway that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110678653163620505?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110678653163620505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110678653163620505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110678653163620505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110678653163620505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/colds-dont-make-you-cold.html' title='Colds Don&apos;t Make You Cold'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110662419692490302</id><published>2005-01-24T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:36:36.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batteries Are Annoying!</title><content type='html'>It seems like every time I need batteries we don't have the right kind. And rechargeable batteries take too long to recharge and don't last as long. And although it's not really important, or very subject related, my MP3 player weights less then the battery for it. My favorite type of battery is really expensive but lasts forever, it's really nice. It seems thing they're just some things that should be obsolete by now. Like cars and batteries. And they're some things that should have been though up a long time ago. Like sneezing into your arm not your hands. I mean come on people! How dumb can you be?! I'm just sick of batteries. Speaking of MP3 players I just love them. They make CD players so obsolete. I love to check out CD's and take the songs I like from them. It's cheaper then buying the CD for only a couple songs. My card is blocked for some unknown, idiotic reason. It's really getting on my nerves. I can't renew or place holds on anything. Getting back to MP3 players and how they make CD players obsolete. CD players skip, are hugh, and CDs have songs I don't like. The only problem I have with MP3 players isn't really their fault. I don't like how the sound sometimes comes from just one ear, or is muffled when the headphone plug gets jiggled. That had very little to do with batteries. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110662419692490302?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110662419692490302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110662419692490302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110662419692490302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110662419692490302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/batteries-are-annoying.html' title='Batteries Are Annoying!'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110658890752271164</id><published>2005-01-24T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:48:27.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refridgerator Woes</title><content type='html'>We(my family) are getting a new refridgerator. And until it comes we only have a small refrigerator downstairs. This is a pain in the butt. Every time I'm upstairs and I get thirsty or hungry I have to go downstairs to the food or drink then bring it upstairs to get a plate or cup. Then I have to go back downstairs to put the stuff away. I sure hope the fridge comes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note it's a good thing to pay attention when spellcheck is checking your work. If you don't you could end up with something like Reproduction Woes, instead of Refridgerator Woes.  And that would be very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110658890752271164?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110658890752271164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110658890752271164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110658890752271164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110658890752271164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/refridgerator-woes.html' title='Refridgerator Woes'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110654913730052737</id><published>2005-01-23T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:45:37.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master of Fire</title><content type='html'>Ok, one of my favorite free on-line games is Rocket Mania from popcap.com. I was wondering if anyone could possible beat my record. I'm a Master of Fire and I got to the 21th level. I case you haven't been paying attention I have challenged you to a dual.  The other games on popcap are cool too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110654913730052737?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110654913730052737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110654913730052737' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110654913730052737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110654913730052737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/master-of-fire.html' title='Master of Fire'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110636883662764361</id><published>2005-01-21T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:40:36.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My families results</title><content type='html'>I had my family take that test. And I read the link Shadow Walker provided. I'm definitely a INTP. But I could learn to be a INTJ if I had too. If a continue too hang around you guys I probable will. Anyway my Mom is a ENFJ. That explains a lot. My Dad is a INTJ. Not surprising, I knew my personality was a lot like my Dad's. My sister Kris is a ENTJ. Are we sensing a trend here? I'm seeing a lot of N's. I'm surprised I, an INTP can survive in my world filled with J's. I think the reason I survive in a my J world is that I might be mostly a P and I may second guess myself but unlike most INTP's I'm very confident it my abilities. And like most INTJ, I know what I don't know. I'm exactly alike with what the article said about INTJ's and relationships. And unlike the INTP's I'm not as oblivious to things around me. So if I was to describe myself in the most accurate of terms I would be a INTP/J. The J being secondary, but still important.  I would like to know what you all are(in other words everyone at Quiz tell me what you are, now!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110636883662764361?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110636883662764361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110636883662764361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110636883662764361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110636883662764361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-families-results.html' title='My families results'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110628582239230663</id><published>2005-01-20T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:37:02.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That test you all wanted me to take</title><content type='html'>I'm a INTP with preferences of 67,33,78,22. I have read that article on how to tell the difference between a INTP and a INTJ though and I related to a INTJ far better then a INTP. And the last two times I took this test I was a INTJ even if lowly so in J. In that article about 80% of the stuff I related myself to the INTJ. So I think my mood may have something to do with that one. The INT part I have always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110628582239230663?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110628582239230663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110628582239230663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110628582239230663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110628582239230663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-test-you-all-wanted-me-to-take.html' title='That test you all wanted me to take'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110626906604165395</id><published>2005-01-20T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:57:46.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruthless</title><content type='html'>My mom says I'm ruthless with other peoples' feelings. I know she's right. I have little to no empathy for most people. I make some exceptions but rarely. Mostly the "ruthlessness" is just me being bluntly honest. People aren't fond of truth. I am. I also hate it when people dance around subjects. I like to say what they mean bluntly. It startles them and gives me a chuckle. Win, win.  How I love to be bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110626906604165395?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110626906604165395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110626906604165395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110626906604165395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110626906604165395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/ruthless.html' title='Ruthless'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110626761241998094</id><published>2005-01-20T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:33:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Page social events"</title><content type='html'>Ok my mom wants me to do this thing were I go to Olympia and I be a gopher for the government people their. It would be next week. This is why I'm soooooooo not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: I'll be called a Page and have to were a red or green blazer.&lt;br /&gt;Two:I'll have to stay with a family I don't know and it could possibly have seven stinky boys or nine needy little girl who adore me and won't leave me alone, both sound like hell to me.&lt;br /&gt;Three:There are "Page social events" were I "hang-out" with other pages. The other Pages are most likely teenage boys who play on their computer all day and are gangily. Or teenage girls who are over achievers, super girlly, and I can't help but picturing them with headbands. Disgusting in other words.&lt;br /&gt;Four: I would only get slightly more then half minimum wage! There cheapos'! Like thirty-five bucks a day or some thing! You would have to pay me a lot more then that to wear a "blazer."&lt;br /&gt;Five:I have that week off with no homework! I have a week of heaven! No way can you get me to waste that on being a gopher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me it would look good on my reseme. I told her that the only reason it would look good is because it involves the government. I told her I would rather work at Mickey D's and get minimum wage and not have to live it someone else's house. And why should that look better then that on my reseme? Working at Mickey D's would be harder.  I still can't get over "Page social events" what do Pages do on "Page social events?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110626761241998094?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110626761241998094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110626761241998094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110626761241998094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110626761241998094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/page-social-events.html' title='&quot;Page social events&quot;'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110617370685642871</id><published>2005-01-19T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:32:44.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My school</title><content type='html'>I 'm in high school(as most of the people going to read this already know). I take Biology, French, Consumer math, U.S. History, and Language Arts. Every class bores me to death(figuraivally). I get A's in all my classes without really trying. I mean you could call it trying I guess, but I don't. Basically I read the material do the homework Qs. And pay a little bit of attention in class. Sometimes class is "funnyish," like when one of my teachers kids helps teach and swears. It so funny when his mother reprimands him! My fellow students are really truly dumber then dirt. I found out yesterday that one of them(she's a girl duh) is pregnant. I wasn't really surprised. Others aren't really stupid they just don't rise to my level of intelligence and most of them are lazy. My one male teacher is a bit of a hoot. He is totally inept at anything remotely electronic, like a microwave or a toaster, or a swivel chair. Ok I'm being overly dramatic, but microwave still holds true. He's not very creative either. Don't get me wrong though he is very smart in a music, history, and language arts kind of way. My easiest class is Consumer Math. I have my last class of it on Thursday so I'm glad. I mean it's so easy I could have taken the class when I was ten or so and done well! I will be doing runningstart next year so I would be too bored, and maybe if I'm luck I might be challenged. My annoying neighbor might be going to my school next year so I'm very glad to escape. I will be going to BCC next year. I know a lot of people how go to BCC. I will be going there because it have the lots of different class choices. My mom is being cruel and making me get my driver permit before I can go. Humph. Oh maybe you people would like to know some of my schooling history. I went to kindergarten liked it. Then I when to privet school and hated it. Then I was Homeschooled and that was Ok. Now I'm it "high school" and it's bearable. Now I no longer need to talk of school much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110617370685642871?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110617370685642871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110617370685642871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110617370685642871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110617370685642871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-school.html' title='My school'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110613399306872375</id><published>2005-01-19T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:08:23.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungodly hours</title><content type='html'>I have just read a book strait for three and a half hours I'm tired. But I found two good quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have never performed hygienic acts myself, being a lovable scamp of repulsive personal habits. But I have observed a shower in the bathroom, and I believe it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a normal world, it would have been time for breakfast, but apparently breakfast was not served in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came across a good idea. Horrorscopes. I think that I shall do horrorscopes for you people here. Once a week is how I'll do it. Look for it on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110613399306872375?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110613399306872375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110613399306872375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110613399306872375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110613399306872375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/ungodly-hours.html' title='Ungodly hours'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10242901.post-110609219689955371</id><published>2005-01-18T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:00:06.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to me!</title><content type='html'>Welcome world to my world! Here it's all about me, oh yeah! My interests, my life, my rules, all the time. Here you can come to know the gloriousness that is I. Mostly I'm doing this to prove that I can but I will have fun with it as well. If you don't like me tough luck. I refuse to leave.  I will and more stuff soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10242901-110609219689955371?l=myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110609219689955371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10242901&amp;postID=110609219689955371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110609219689955371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10242901/posts/default/110609219689955371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfiendishlyfunnyblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-to-me.html' title='Welcome to me!'/><author><name>EJB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321927764379703700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
