<?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-33975060</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:57:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Angie Blogspot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33975060.post-4776708788989321168</id><published>2007-05-06T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:59:25.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Rated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Haven't you notice, at times, when people say and/or do the same thing over and over, it starts to get a bit annoying. At school people, including me, tend to go through out their day doing the something over and over. It gets a bit drastic and you start to hope for something to change, but it doesn't and you are still in the same situations saying and acting the same way you've always have. It tends to happen to most of us. I recall a specific person who butts into other people’s conversation are tries to fit in to the crowd. I'm not saying that it's a bad idea to get involved with people, but it is just sad seeing him try to be accepted but fails. He does this every time I see him. It makes me wonder, are we really that desperate to be wanted to do the same thing over and over just to be noticed. Sometimes when people are except to the social world they lean to do the same actions that brought them into that state. It mostly brings them down to a world of self pity because it gets ever rated to do things again and again when no one really cares. But why must I complain it happens to most of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-4776708788989321168?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/4776708788989321168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=4776708788989321168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/4776708788989321168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/4776708788989321168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/05/over-rated.html' title='Over Rated'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-7820227899823537562</id><published>2007-04-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:16:45.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my years of reading random fairytale like novels I have fallen to the dews of love stories. As I read these books I fall into a dream-like state wishing of a person who cares for me and holds me into his comfortable, loving arms.  When I read Goose Girl and Enna Burning I feel so lost in a world of compassion, love and understanding. I wish as if I was in their place, being warmed by the sweet spirit of those men who so lovely care for Isi and Enna. I feel this way because I have never had the wonderful feeling of love, not the crush love but caring and understand love of someone. I've never had that feeling Isi and Enna had and I feel as if I never will. Oh I know it sounds awfully silly but it is true, it feels so really to me. I wish for no compassion or fake love. There is something deep inside me, wanting to get out wanting to have such a life of love and romance that is portrayed in books and also movies. I wish for something I can not have so I sit here still dreaming of a life so far away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-7820227899823537562?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/7820227899823537562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=7820227899823537562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/7820227899823537562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/7820227899823537562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-4829147463045303509</id><published>2007-04-17T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:54:52.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barns and Nobles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since the books store, Barns and Nobles, is so big, at times it is hard to find the books you desire to purchase. One time when I was walking into Barns and Nobles I was looking for a specific book in their store, but I didn't know the author of the book and exactly where to find it in the store. I walk up to the information area to hope they knew where it was, but the line was way to long and I didn't want to wait. What was I to do? Looking for the book would probably take the same amount of time to wait for one person helping each costumer to locate their books. This system is ridiculous and highly annoying. What should Barns and Nobles do about this problem? Well, while my dear friends and I were contemplating of the subject we thought of a beautiful yet perfect idea. Just like in our local &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Mountain   View&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;High School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; library, Barns and Nobles should indefinitely set up a computer search of the books we most certainly desire to read. It is perfect, flawless. Well, all we need to do is set up the courage to bring up the idea to them and it will work wonders for future buyers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-4829147463045303509?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/4829147463045303509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=4829147463045303509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/4829147463045303509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/4829147463045303509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/04/barns-and-nobles.html' title='Barns and Nobles'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-4771799960467265584</id><published>2007-04-07T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:15:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they lived happily ever after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/RiQtkIuASBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2HICIk7huek/s1600-h/fairytale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/RiQtkIuASBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2HICIk7huek/s320/fairytale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054214780655519762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really such a thing as happily ever after? In many  of our common fairytales it always ends with  two people in love living happily ever after. I think this is misleading because, in truth, no one lives happily ever after, there are always trials and conflict in peoples every day lives. The annoyance of screaming children and arguments that dont always settle is the hard life of happily ever after. Marriage is no picnic, there is work to be done to provide and care for the house or/and the children. This, to some, is sometimes not a happy and enjoyable time. So in truth there can be times of happiness, but it doesn't end just there; there are many heartaches and hardships in the life of happily ever after. We may say that they do live happily ever after, but it is not the end it is only the beginning of what ever life may take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Scott/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-4771799960467265584?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/4771799960467265584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=4771799960467265584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/4771799960467265584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/4771799960467265584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-they-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='And they lived happily ever after...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/RiQtkIuASBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2HICIk7huek/s72-c/fairytale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33975060.post-5791122150389494460</id><published>2007-04-01T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:02:50.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I like techno music?</title><content type='html'>When I became friends with Vanessa she brought me into the awsome world of techno music. The first time I heard the music I thought this is interensting music, it is like workout music. As I was with Vanessa I kept on listening to techno music and it made me happy and glad that I found a new intrest in music than the old and boring kind that I listen to. I like techno because it has such a fun and enjoyable beat that you can sing with, dance with and workout with. I'm glad that my friend told me about techno and gave me most of her songs. This type of music is fun and has great songs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-5791122150389494460?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/5791122150389494460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=5791122150389494460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/5791122150389494460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/5791122150389494460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-i-like-techno-music.html' title='Why do I like techno music?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-2111808350998690753</id><published>2007-03-20T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:29:23.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is fashion shaping our world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I watch TV I see all of the many of the commercial ads based on the "new" fashions. All I see is pale, sickly looking stick figure models. When young girls or boys look at these models they think as if they should be as skinny as them. At school girls constantly remark, "Oh, I'm so fat," and they don't even look fat. People are comparing themselves to the models and killing themselves to look just like them by starvation. Because of the models, people have developed eating disorders and become depressed. This is hurting us and the people through out the world. I say fashion is a way to lower self-esteem and self-awareness. We just need to believe in ourselves and not what a billboard says. It is always important to be health and stay healthy, and forcing ourselves to be skinny is not healthy. Don't compare ourselves to models; they are what make the World look despicable, disgusting and unhealthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-2111808350998690753?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/2111808350998690753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=2111808350998690753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/2111808350998690753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/2111808350998690753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-fashion-shaping-our-world.html' title='Is fashion shaping our world?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-369398898266129306</id><published>2007-03-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:39:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one mourns the Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/Rf3NQdCmsTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zMVZycrXrjc/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/Rf3NQdCmsTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zMVZycrXrjc/s320/wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043412840281977138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last year as I was sitting with my friends they all stare singing these fun songs that I've never heard of before. I kind of felt left out and noticed that everyone I talk to knows about this new Broadway musical called “Wicked”. I soon realized that, that was where the songs were from, so I had to get the sound track. When I got it for my 16th birthday I was so excited to listen to it. As I was listening I felt like I was there watching the performance felling the music as it went. Soon after I memorized all of the songs and was now in the group who knows about wicked and sings the songs. So now I ask why is the Broadway show “Wicked” so popular? For one thing it is a great Broadway performance and has wonderful music, but it means so much more than that. This “Wicked” faze has spread all over &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I think that it is so well-liked because it is the most modern Broadway and it is an extended story of a tale we all so liked and still like, "The Wizard of Oz".  “Wicked” has such a touching and heart braking story for all ages to enjoy. It talks about the wicked witch and her life before she turned wicked. Just thinking about it makes me melt right off my seat. The mus&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/Rf3NQdCmsTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zMVZycrXrjc/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;ic plays suck an important role to the story and adds such a beautiful and heart warming touch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/Rf3NQdCmsTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zMVZycrXrjc/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. I love Wicked, listening to its music and determining the different characters thoughts and feelings towards one another and their conflicts. Ya “Wicked”!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-369398898266129306?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/369398898266129306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=369398898266129306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/369398898266129306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/369398898266129306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-one-mourns-wicked.html' title='No one mourns the Wicked'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v7e1_jGqhJ0/Rf3NQdCmsTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zMVZycrXrjc/s72-c/wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33975060.post-7319127761844447706</id><published>2007-03-11T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:39:35.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I like the televisions show, Lost? Well, ever since my brother's girlfriend got him hooked I started watching a little bit with them then I got hooked. I've seen ever single episode, well you have to know what is happening that you don’t get confused. When I watched the first episode of Lost I was like, "Wow this show is good." So I got enthusiastic right form the start. This TV show is jam packed with adventure, drama, mystery and thrill. Lost is also a great show because it shows how the different people's lives and experiences are some how connected with each other and the island. Once you've stared Lost is hard to let go and stop watching it, it is way addicting. "Don't tell me what a can and can't do," an excellent line from Lost that I use all the time. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-7319127761844447706?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/7319127761844447706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=7319127761844447706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/7319127761844447706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/7319127761844447706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/03/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-5011221557415423830</id><published>2007-03-03T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:39:12.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism at School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In school I have noticed many racial controversies. As I walk down the hallways of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mountain   View&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; I see groups of Mexicans associating just with each other; when ever I walk past them I feel uncomfortable and a little scared. Why do I feel this way? And how can we change these racial thoughts? It is hard to become friends with people who speak a different language and live a very different life than you. I think that I feel so uncomfortable around them is because we are so different and don’t understand each other and are too afraid to associate each other. Just today I was eating lunch at this table in the commons with my friend, Sarah, when all of a sudden all these Mexican girls came and sat at our table. It was weird for me, it felt really awkward. At that point I realized, “how can I get along with them when I feel so uncomfortable around them?” As I still sat there a white girl I knew from choir came and sat with the Mexican’s. It amazed me that she was friends with all of these Mexican’s who speak Spanish to each other and she doesn’t feel awkward at all. You might think, "Oh your a racist," I'm not one of those appalling, stay away from me or I’ll kill you racists I just have prejudice thoughts at times. It will take time to get these thoughts out of my head, but I've decided the only way to not feel this way is to become friends with them. When my brother, Kevin, was in High School he was very prejudice, saying racist jokes and rude things about Mexican’s. But then in his senior year he became friends with Mexicans and it totally changed his racial standards around Mexicans. I feel that I can try to do the same thing. My brother and that girl helped me to see and gave me hope that I can be friends with anyone black, white, and/or Mexican, I just have to try to talk to them and to be nicer to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-5011221557415423830?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/5011221557415423830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=5011221557415423830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/5011221557415423830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/5011221557415423830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/03/racism-at-school.html' title='Racism at School'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-1446245516334833993</id><published>2007-02-24T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:58:02.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In every English class we have to write essays, that’s why it’s an English class. Well sometimes some of us find it hard to think of what to write or how to put our thoughts down on paper. Why do we find it so difficult to gather our thoughts and write? This has happened to me in so many occasions. In one instance our class had to write informative papers and I had the hardest time figuring out what to write and how to make it sound inelegant as possible.  I sat down at my computer literally staring at the screen for about an hour not know how to explain my paper and how to tie it all in as one. My paper wasn't the best thing I write, but I just had to concentrate and try to understand and have the knowledge of what I was writing about. In many other cases I feel that we most often can’t think of what to say is because our minds are drawn some where else and not feeling the trueness of the topic, not fully understanding what you are writing about. It helps a lot to spend more time researching or expanding more on your papers to know how/what exactly to place on your paper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:105.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Family\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.wmz" title="MCBD10657_0000[1]"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:138.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Family\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.wmz" title="MCj02957550000[1]"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 156px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Family/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1025" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-1446245516334833993?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/1446245516334833993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=1446245516334833993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/1446245516334833993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/1446245516334833993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/03/english-papers.html' title='English Papers'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-9148618713866021734</id><published>2007-02-17T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:32:04.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Mail?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love emails they are great way to talk to your buddies but can emails get a bit extreme? One day, on a sunny day, I sit in front of my computer and read some emails. One email writes about a cute love-friendship story, then at the end it says, "Because you opened this, you will get kissed on Friday by the love of your life.... DO NOT BREAK THE CHAIN!! Your crush will ask you out. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However, if you don't send this to at least 10 people by at least 12:00 tonight, you will have bad luck in your love life for the rest of your life." Why do they do that, persuading us that the curse will really happen? It is stupid and inconsiderate I think it just ruins the whole email for the reader. Who ever started the email, I suppose, just wanted the story to spread faster, but if you get an email like this why wouldn't you send it; it was such a cute Valentines Day story. Emails like that are just lame and makes you feel desperate or guilty not sending the email, sometimes. It is a freedom of choice if we want to forward the message or not. It is just rude to have to force us to send something we sometimes feel we do not want to. So live it up, use your agency and do what ever you want and do not believe what everybody says in random emails.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-9148618713866021734?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/9148618713866021734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=9148618713866021734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/9148618713866021734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/9148618713866021734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/02/got-mail.html' title='Got Mail?!'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-117125878208890189</id><published>2007-02-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:39:42.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys inner or is it outer wear</title><content type='html'>In my past life styles of all sorts have come and go and one style that I wish would go is low jeans. Through out the country it is, I suppose, "cool" for boys to wear pants below their butts. That is just absurd I can't believe we as Americans would dress in such a bizarre and awful way. It does not attract girls and no one wants to see a boy waddling around with their pants falling off of them and flashing their boxer shorts for everyone to see. It is in human it is ridiculous to gaze at a young man struggling to keep his pants from falling to the ground. Why are they doing this, putting them in a position of embarrassment? In the 1950's men wore, in such a ridiculous way, their pants up past their belly button. Oh how fashions have changed. It seems that every century pants have gone down lower and lower and now today pants are worn all the way past men’s butts. This trend is a way for boys to feel cool and like a gangster. Boys who wear their pants past their butts think that it makes them tough and the boss (gangster in other words). Men want to be in the mainstream, being like the rap bands on MTV or hard core thug. Do you think that, lets say, in the near future our men will be walking around with their pants down all the way to their feet dragging on the floor? Is that how we are going to end up as idiots walking down the streets not having a care in the world? I most defiantly hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-117125878208890189?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/117125878208890189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=117125878208890189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/117125878208890189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/117125878208890189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/02/boys-inner-or-is-it-outer-wear.html' title='boys inner or is it outer wear'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-117064120586252150</id><published>2007-02-04T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:06:45.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I like reading more in the summer than during school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Usually at the beginning of the summer I pick out certain books to read; I read at least four or five books every summer. But then once school starts I try to stay away from books as much as I can. I think this is because during the summer I am free to read what I want, when I want to read and read the book for how ever long I want to. In school we are practically forced to read everyday or a certain amount of pages a semester. I hate that feeling, the feeling of being compelled to do something you loved to do. It is weird to think that I liked to read, but yet I don't read as much or enjoy reading during the school year. The thing is that sometimes it is hard to find time to read or even a desire to read right after school, where we've been reading all day. It is hard to find the yearning to pick up a book and waste the rest of your day that has already mostly been spent on school reading other things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 119px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.kidsmistakes.com/images/Girl%20Reading%20Newspaper.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-117064120586252150?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/117064120586252150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=117064120586252150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/117064120586252150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/117064120586252150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-do-i-like-reading-more-in-summer.html' title='Why do I like reading more in the summer than during school?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-117061508305440377</id><published>2007-02-04T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:51:23.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are people so different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we walk down the hallways of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Mountain   View&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;High School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, don't you ever look at some of the people passing you and wonder what makes them so different than me. Are we so different because of genetics or how we are raised in different environments? Well, it’s a combination of both. In my family we are all different, but yet we grew up with the same influences and same environment. But in some cases I have noticed that when I ask someone what they think of a certain situation in life they have the same answer as me.  I don't find too big difference in most people, aside for individuality, and distinctive looks I believe we all are more alike than the differences, but it is our differences that determine an individuals identity, and ones different features that give our recognition to others, such, as our face. Keep on being yourselves, it's what gives all lives that you for them, and that they for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-117061508305440377?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/117061508305440377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=117061508305440377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/117061508305440377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/117061508305440377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-are-people-so-different.html' title='Why are people so different?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116942550219980583</id><published>2007-01-21T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:31:33.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalala!</title><content type='html'>Why do I like choir so much? First of all I absolutely love singing, so I sing where ever I go. I sing songs that are stuck in my head out loud, I sing in the shower, and I sing in public when my friends are with me (very softly though). I just love singing; I suppose that is one the main reasons why I love choir so much. Another reason is that I love how I feel when I sing in a choir. The songs that we sing tells a story and we as a choir group tell stories through our songs in the most beautiful and happy way depending on the song. It doesn't matter how good you are in singing it matters if you sing from the heart and have a passion for what you are doing. Singing is basically my life, where ever I go or what ever I do I sing a song to make my day or work cheerful and more entertaining. When I sing it is as if the singing takes away some of my stresses in life and makes me calm and just think of others; either if the song is about a person or as I sing a song I think of someone in my life or myself and it makes me better understand some people and their situations. I will always keep on singing with spirit and love. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                   ()&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116942550219980583?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116942550219980583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116942550219980583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116942550219980583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116942550219980583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/01/tralalala.html' title='Tralalala!'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116864141460910744</id><published>2007-01-12T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:36:54.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainstorms</title><content type='html'>I look out the window sitting at my computer watching the rain hit the pavement outside. The sky so gray and peace full floating up there like the clouds have no care in the world. I can here the soft patter of rain props tapping at my window. It seems as if I can smell the rain, smell the sweet mist of nature. A sudden boom fills the earth as if the Heavens are pounding on a great drum, then a beautiful aura of light flashes thought the sky. I feel as if I should run outside and dance underneath the clouds with my face facing upwards toward the Heavens and the Earth showing my love and respect for such a gift. Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel such a desire and love towards storms?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like storms are a way for me to relax and enjoy such soothing sounds and colors. Sometimes I like sunny days, but stormy days are almost like a treat for me. When I smell the rain it makes me feel so warm and happy inside. I suppose I like rainy days because when it is a sunny day, the sun makes the sky so bright you can barely see and it is so hot; rainy days hides the brightness, so you can see outside and see the sky, and the rain and the clouds, hiding the sun, makes it so that it is nice and cool. Rainy days remind me of the beauties of the earth, how the leaves on the tree become greener and how right after a rain storm a magnificent rainbow with its many colors appears. When I talk to people about storms some of them say that they are scared of lighting and thunder or they feel sad and bored on a cloudy day. For me I look on the bright side of storms, like all of the loveliness it forms all around us and the sooth calmness of it all. I think of lightning and thunder as a light show with music; I think the lightning makes storms so pretty and pleasing to watch. I surely enjoy storms and appreciate them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5671/3736/1600/437707/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5671/3736/320/446924/lightning.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5671/3736/1600/69890/california_rainstorms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5671/3736/320/956540/california_rainstorms.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116864141460910744?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116864141460910744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116864141460910744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116864141460910744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116864141460910744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/01/rainstorms.html' title='Rainstorms'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116823654337371511</id><published>2007-01-07T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:09:03.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is change so hard?</title><content type='html'>Everyday we have beheld many changes through our lives, but many are hard to over come than others. This past year I made the decision to take Honors English for the first time. It is a hard class; you have to work hard and participate in ever class period. This change for me was hard because I was now in a class with smart and experienced students. I felt obligated and I lowered my self-confidence telling myself that I am no good. You see how this change has transformed me. Why is that? Change can always be a life changing experience like when a love one dies or when you win a thousand dollars. These changes can transform us for the better or the worse by the way that we think or act. Change is so hard to over come because we are so use to our normal routine and having such a drastic change confuses us to wonder if the change truly happened. Change alters our thinking of what is real or unreal. Like you might grow and learn by the change or you light become psychotic. We all dream of a perfect world with no conflicts or changes. With a drastic change we feel unreal to society because you are different and not sure who you are in your heart. Change is a hard thing to over come, but it happens to everyone, no one is perfect through there decisions or thoughts. We have to change in order to grow and become great people in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116823654337371511?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116823654337371511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116823654337371511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116823654337371511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116823654337371511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-is-change-so-hard.html' title='Why is change so hard?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116763411413246623</id><published>2006-12-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:48:34.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we fall in love?</title><content type='html'>Love is so annoying. I admit I have had tuff times when I'm in love with someone. I believe something will happen and I wait forever for it to happen, but it never does. But I'm still in love with the guy why am I doing this to myself? I think we or I fall in love because I want to feel secure and to just be with someone who understands you, but who can even find someone like that. I feel as if I want to feel what they feel, feel their warming touch on your hand. Sorry if I'm grossing you out, but everyone wants atleast something like that. It is in our blood to have a constant companion to love and to care for. Love is someone who is like your best friend, but understands you more than others. I dont have to have passion to love. Love can be just a touch of sweet warm words going deep into your soul. But for me love stinks because sometimes you cant have them or they dont want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116763411413246623?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116763411413246623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116763411413246623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116763411413246623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116763411413246623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-do-we-fall-in-love.html' title='Why do we fall in love?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116760275544639538</id><published>2006-12-31T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:05:55.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>In my past years I have developed many things that are addictiong to me. For example just like three days ago I signed up on x fire. It is were you can talk and play games with other people. It has been so addictiong like I spend all of my time talking to people. This unruthless habit has made the worst of me. It seems that every second of my life I think of x fire and tempted to sign on it. This is just one example of many of the cruel realities of addiction. Its not just drugs or alcohol its more like the new technologies or food. This sudden addiction is not good for ones mental health. Instead of doing homework or reading the scriptures the most common activity in ones life is watching tv or play games on the computer/x box. So why is this? Maybe one feels that it is the only releaf they feel to make them feel relaxed or confertable. Or maybe we are all falling to the hands of the media's stand point or the sudden stands of peer pressure. What ever the reason's are it is making us stupider. Instead of knowing what the square root of 246 is we know who kissed Pam on the show The Office. We are all falling to the stupidity of addiction. So what are we going to do about this problem, nothing absolutly nothing. Because all of the businesses that sell x boxes, fancy new computers, and television all need the money to make a living and workers make a living. So to make other peoples lives better they ruin the lives of others by making them stupid. Way to go world way to go, with your greed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116760275544639538?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116760275544639538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116760275544639538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116760275544639538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116760275544639538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/12/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116640341162823720</id><published>2006-12-17T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:56:51.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so forgetful?</title><content type='html'>In the past couple of weeks and sometimes years I've been so forgetful. Why is that? I suppose it is just common between us humans, but for me I feel like I forget everything. Like right after I take a test I totally forget what I just learned and what I had the test on until someone reminds me. I don't know if it is a phsycological problem or if I am just slower than others, but I do know that I am just different than others, that I just have better skills than remembering skills. Just last week I forgot to write my blog, I suppose that we all have our differences and that we are better at other things. Thats why I think school is just over rated because I know a lot of people who are really smart, but don't do so well in school. I believe that being forgetful is just a part of nature and that we should live up to it and forget about our prejudice of other people's diffences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116640341162823720?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116640341162823720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116640341162823720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116640341162823720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116640341162823720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-am-i-so-forgetful.html' title='Why am I so forgetful?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116640270014796369</id><published>2006-12-17T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:45:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I not like family parties?</title><content type='html'>What A world I live in, with most of my relitaves who live close by, and who love me and care for me. But why is it that I dont feel confertable or a dread towards family get togethers? Right now, right this very minute I am having a family party and I'm here doing homework. I would rather do homework than being with my family. I am like this probably because I am not in the least sociable. I do not like talking to people I've known and sometimes I have envy towards them. I act like I'm all happy to see them, but in reality im not. I just get stressed and think of other things I need to do or rather do. Especially on Sunday where I have to get all my homework done that is due the next day. In all of my many years of family parties I have been shy and hidden in my own misery. I dont really know why I feel so miserable. I suppose it is just hard for me to be outgoing, so I just dread it and I hate myself for doing that. I am Angela Wiest and I am an antisocial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116640270014796369?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116640270014796369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116640270014796369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116640270014796369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116640270014796369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-do-i-not-like-family-parties.html' title='Why do I not like family parties?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116521179989581129</id><published>2006-12-03T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:56:39.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I like to spend time on the computer?</title><content type='html'>Everyday constantly I've been spending most of my time playing, listening to music and talking to my freinds on my computer. I grow a sudden desire to be on the computer. Sometimes it is fun and feels great talking to my friends and listening to music, but I other times I feel as if I should not be on the computer. I know that when I'm on the computer I am wasting time, but I don't care. Why is that? Am I rebeling against myself, against what I should be doing. I think I might be. I just can't find my calling in life so I do something that I enjoy and have a constant need for. Right now I feel as if I should stop spending my time on the computer, but tomorrow I would probably go strat to the computer. It's a complicated cycle and I can't stop this sudden urge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116521179989581129?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116521179989581129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116521179989581129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116521179989581129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116521179989581129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-do-i-like-to-spend-time-on.html' title='Why do I like to spend time on the computer?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116460433049486837</id><published>2006-11-26T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:12:10.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our future</title><content type='html'>Why is that most parents plan our futures out for us? Like next my mom basically chose all of my classes for me. Where is my dignity and self-choice? In the movie The Poets Society many of the students are forced to do what there parents what them to do in life to be successful. But are they successful? Of course not one of them did kill themsevles because of it. We must all stand up to our parents and do what we want and make our own dicisions. That is the true gift of life to have free agency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116460433049486837?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116460433049486837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116460433049486837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116460433049486837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116460433049486837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-future.html' title='our future'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116460235486655080</id><published>2006-11-26T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:39:14.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The common enemy</title><content type='html'>Why do we hold grudges and find some stupid reason to hate someone? Every where we turn we hear some kind of gossip or hateful vibe toward others.  Not only are we hurting people around us mentally we are also hurting ourselves physically and mentally. In the movie The Prestige it shows a similar problem between two enemies fighting to win the show of magic tricks. The two men end up hurting themselves by an obsession toward finding out the secrets of ones magic trick. Grudges are and can be the common enemy to all of us. So we must all watch ourselves and stay away from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116460235486655080?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116460235486655080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116460235486655080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116460235486655080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116460235486655080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/11/common-enemy.html' title='The common enemy'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116337595967253290</id><published>2006-11-12T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:59:19.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is talking to guys so difficult?</title><content type='html'>"Hey, whats up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaa, nnotthhing."&lt;br /&gt;That is an example of me talking to guys like everyday. For some reason I can't even say one sentence with out feeling embarrass for stuttering my words or switching letters in some words. I get so scared and weird when I talk to boys.  Is it hormones or just stage fright? I think it is a little bit of both. In very many situations I see myself frightened to talk to a guy I like. It is so annoying; I guess thats how life is. Everyone has their ruff spots here and there, but we or I must never fall to the state of being afraid of men. It will only leave you to self-pity, so never give up on taking to guys no matter how weird you sound or speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116337595967253290?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116337595967253290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116337595967253290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116337595967253290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116337595967253290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-is-talking-to-guys-so-difficult.html' title='Why is talking to guys so difficult?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116337498112134476</id><published>2006-11-12T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:43:01.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our texting world</title><content type='html'>We have a major problem in school and other situations: texting. Why is texting such a problem and how is it affecting teenage life? I know when people text they are mostly talking about something important, but what can be more important than listening to your teacher teaching you. Whats the point of coming to school then if you are not paying attention to the teacher? People are spending a lot of money on texting just to say "Hey, whats up?" Why are we so dependent on this object that you can't wait until your class is over to talk to your friends? We need to settle this problem once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;In most of my classes I see students waiting for just one pause or moment to text to their freinds. It so annoying, it's like they are addicted to texting once you start you can not stop. Sometimes I imagine myself taking someones phone and chucking it across the room and see them dive for it, or me. I try to think of a reason why texting is a good think, but I can't think of one. If you want to talk to your friends just call them on your phone, thats why you have a freaken cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;In class, texting not only interupts the teacher and the whole class, but it takes you away from learning and not feeling stupid when the teacher takes your phones away from you. Texting takes everyone away from the spirit of learning, so just switch it off now before you are tempted again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116337498112134476?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116337498112134476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116337498112134476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116337498112134476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116337498112134476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-texting-world.html' title='Our texting world'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116191541288977772</id><published>2006-10-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:16:52.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we celebrate Halloween?</title><content type='html'>Halloween seems likes a fun, exciting holiday, but what are we really celebrating? Children dress up in scary costumes to fill their faces with candy, candy and more candy. Are really celebrating satanic things or just dressing up to see how fun it is to scare people and get candy. Halloween can be all fun and games, but what are we telling people? Maybe we dream or wish of being something we are not and show it on the only holiday that you can. People dressing up in costumes might be showing there personality or just trying to be different. I'm not saying Halloween is a horrible holiday, it is just filled with mystery. In this holiday we aren't worshopping an evil things or hurting anyone, this holiday is just us kids or adults having fun  and showing a different side of us and eating a lot of candy in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116191541288977772?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116191541288977772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116191541288977772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116191541288977772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116191541288977772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-we-celebrate-halloween.html' title='Why do we celebrate Halloween?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116157363996771448</id><published>2006-10-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:20:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people leave homework and projects at the last minute?</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone I know leaves some kind of homework and project until the night before it is do. It all comes back to laziness or what we have learned from siblings. My brother, Kevin, left most of his stuff off until the last minute, but he always got straight A's in school. So it was kind of stuck in my head that I will do well no matter what, but when ever I left things off it was always so nerve racking doing this big assignment at 9:00 p.m. I countlessly see people all over school going to bed late because he or she keep on leaving it off until the night before it is due. I don't know if poeple have had the same experiances that I've had, but this slacking off is everywhere. People think, "Oh, I have time to do this so I'll just leave it off when I feel like doing it," but how is it the that "feeling like doing it" so often happens at about 11:00 P.M. huring to get it done before it is do the next day? I'm even doing it right now! We need to realize that we or people around us are slackers and need to realize what we or others are doing to their selves. We need to make goals and say that we will do the assignment the day we get it, so we dont stress our little hearts out. We cant do things like this in college or we will never servive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116157363996771448?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116157363996771448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116157363996771448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116157363996771448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116157363996771448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-people-leave-homework-and.html' title='Why do people leave homework and projects at the last minute?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116053533200747751</id><published>2006-10-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:57:20.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>Why is it that some of us make conscious goals, but never do them? In my past experience my parents and others have told me to write down goals I want to accomplish in the next year. Well, the problem is that I'm too lazy to even write down goals. In our society people are getting lazier and lazier. We can't even sit down in our classrooms and not hear you or someone else moaning and groaning. The reasons might be from the advanced technology doing so much for us already. Today you can now see macines fixing macines instead of a mechanics fixing the machines. Also, people in this generation are too wound up in their instent and text messaging that they can't even call the person or talk to them face to face. What is wrong with us? Why do we conciuosly don't care what we are supose to do in the future? Most teenagers spend most of their days sitting at a computer, listening to music or watching television. Our growth today has made us brain dead and helpless until we accually have to do something or we'll lose our job and live in a card board box for the rest of our lives. Basically our generation is screwed unless we kick ourselves and write down those goals and do them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116053533200747751?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116053533200747751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116053533200747751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116053533200747751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116053533200747751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/10/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-116034443987447655</id><published>2006-10-08T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:53:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems with girlfriends and boyfriends at school</title><content type='html'>In our society we all face the the assurence of havig a companion. In High school people think that they need someone to literally "hold on to" and love. We do not need this in our high school lives to always be with someone. Your putting yourself in a position to always being on his side and leaving your friends behind. After a hard brake up, girls go through denial and depression and ask the question why? Some people at school go through like 5 different boyfriends to the end of the year. Why would you put yoursef in so much pain and misery to be noticed with another guy? I'm not saying that you shouldn't date; dating is the most crusial part of living and growing to a state of maturity to find your one and only husband in the future. Just understand that you shouldn't give your whole life to someone you know your not going to be with your whole life. Just think about what you are doing to yourself before you form a relationship with someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-116034443987447655?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/116034443987447655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=116034443987447655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116034443987447655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/116034443987447655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/10/problems-with-girlfriends-and.html' title='Problems with girlfriends and boyfriends at school'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-115973291644648411</id><published>2006-10-01T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:58:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I think I did well on test, but really I totally bomb them?&lt;br /&gt;For example, I studied and studied for a Health Science test, but in the end I ended up with a C, a C! When I was taking the test I thought I was doing pretty well, like I knew all of the questions. What happened? Maybe there's something wrong with me like bad luck, or something. Well, this has happened more than once this past school year. Maybe I'm just destined to not do well on tests. I should just work on my studying and take a shot at what ever comes my way and do extra credit in the mean time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-115973291644648411?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/115973291644648411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=115973291644648411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115973291644648411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115973291644648411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/10/tests.html' title='Tests'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-115913798952703883</id><published>2006-09-24T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:49:02.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/3736/1600/Image%28111%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 115px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/3736/320/Image%28111%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-115913798952703883?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/115913798952703883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=115913798952703883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115913798952703883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115913798952703883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/09/me.html' title='me!'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-115913701971392847</id><published>2006-09-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:31:54.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are people so mixed  up in their greed?</title><content type='html'>In this day of age people all aroud us are so distracted by their greed and wealth that they hardly notice people who have no posperity. Our community, to a large extent think that they need more money and valuables than they already have. I admit sometimes I wish I could have more cloths and popular items. Once I get those items I start to notice how others wish to have the same thing but don't have the money. I wish that we all could just put down our greed and help others who don't have a proper home or other items that are needed for them. So please stop thinking of yourselves and go out there and serve and help those in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-115913701971392847?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/115913701971392847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=115913701971392847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115913701971392847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115913701971392847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-are-people-so-mixed-up-in-their.html' title='Why are people so mixed  up in their greed?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-115853004645899569</id><published>2006-09-17T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:54:06.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people dye their hair so much?</title><content type='html'>In school we see so many people changing their hair color or hair style monthly.  Still after they have tourchered  their hair with all the different hair products the students still complain that their hair is still not good enough. I think it is stupid in the first place to dye your hair a different color because you have to redye it after like 2 or 3 months, which completely messes up your hair.&lt;br /&gt;    The reason why student's dye their hair,mostly, is because it is what is in style (the cool thing). I think thats a load of crap because most people, after dyeing their hair, it makes them look horrible like their not the same person anymore.  Last year I was on the Softmore Volleyball team with this girl who was a very kind and caring person, but now she has totally changed. She cut her hair so short and has dyed it so many times. This girl is a totally different person now; i don't know what has changed her but her hair, she has turned into a punk kid.&lt;br /&gt;     By dyeing your hair not only hurts your friends and people around you, but also hurts your hair and yourself. When putting all sorts of cemicals and hair products in your hair ruins your hair so much; your hair will get so dry and it will never be the same after dyeing it. When people deside to dye or get highlights in their hair they get so excited because there going to get rid of their boring old hair color. But after they dyed or highlighted their hair they dont really like it because it wasn't what they "really wanted". People around them think their hair is so cute, but really they are jelious because they wish they could die their hair or they are glad their hair doesn't look like that. I think it is better for everyone to not dye their hair in the first place because it makes them look wierd and different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-115853004645899569?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/115853004645899569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=115853004645899569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115853004645899569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115853004645899569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-people-dye-their-hair-so-much.html' title='Why do people dye their hair so much?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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-33975060.post-115791150877803260</id><published>2006-09-10T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T11:07:31.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people say the stupidest things on the radio station, my99.5?</title><content type='html'>When I turn on the radio station I expect great music and no weird and annoying DJs to pass by my music listening. My99.5 was a great radio station. It had no DJs and shorter amount of commercials, but now my99.5 allows people to record messages and air them on the station. That was a big mistake. These people say the stupidest things on the radio station now. Sorry but no one cares that your boyfriend broke up with you and that you want revenge and also no one wants to here your stupid analogies. What is more annoying is that my99.5 has little noises and doodads to what the people are saying. The people in our community even have their children talk on the station. What is this world coming to. No offense, but I would rather listen to a DJ than stupid and wacky people talking about dim-witted issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33975060-115791150877803260?l=funkyangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/feeds/115791150877803260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33975060&amp;postID=115791150877803260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115791150877803260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33975060/posts/default/115791150877803260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyangie.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-people-say-stupidest-things-on.html' title='Why do people say the stupidest things on the radio station, my99.5?'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149628495727346277</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></feed>
