<?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-6630206732136284930</id><updated>2012-01-15T06:49:01.209-05:00</updated><category term='professor president obama running speed'/><category term='what should i write about'/><category term='videos'/><category term='easter sucks catholic extremeists have no ethics i am frightened for my life'/><category term='Youtube bush hatred'/><category term='shout out'/><category term='hoodedgirl nuclear power college'/><category term='gina is so disgusted by the stone'/><title type='text'>hoodedGirl - Not video edition</title><subtitle type='html'>www.youtube.com/hoodedgirl ... A lot of people on youtube have blogs. So, I have one too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-1061901476451869737</id><published>2009-08-21T23:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:18:43.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Food</title><content type='html'>I wanted to unfreeze one of those freezer brand pizzas the other day. I heated up the oven, and before I could put the pizza inside, my mom completely shoved me and the pizza out of the way and put a clump of dog food in the oven! No lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.big-dog-clothing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/dog-food1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me: Why are you putting dog food in the oven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: The vet told me it would make a crispy treat for the dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: … Now I can’t put my pizza in the oven because it will taste like dog food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes… and the whole house is gonna smell like burning dog food now. Good job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Why would you put dog food in the oven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the phone rings)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vet: Hi, Gina. Why did your mom put dog food in the oven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I don’t know. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vet: Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, mother. Do you actually read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-1061901476451869737?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1061901476451869737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=1061901476451869737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1061901476451869737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1061901476451869737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-food.html' title='Dog Food'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-8650461659244952127</id><published>2009-08-19T03:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:46:15.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie &amp; Julia Style</title><content type='html'>I am going to go on a blogging adventure like that random new movie &lt;em&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia &lt;/em&gt;featuring the best actress ever, Meryl Streep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gremolata.com/Articles/ArticleAssets/733/julie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay Streep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From now on ignore everything I used to write about. Which was absolutely nothing in the first place. I remember back in the good ol' days, I wrote an entry detailing why I do not know how to spell carrot/carot in English thanks to my extensive French education. Those times should be lost in the garbage dump of history.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm, now I need to figure out what to write about. All the time. AHHH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohh, I might have an idea. Maybe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit (3:52AM... why am I awake?): I forgot I was going to do a travel blog back in the day. I'm going to continue that aannnddd I have one other thing that I'm going to do. Such eloquence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit (5:45AM): &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoodedtravel.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Travel Blog - hoodedTravel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-8650461659244952127?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8650461659244952127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=8650461659244952127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8650461659244952127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8650461659244952127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/julie-julia-style.html' title='Julie &amp; Julia Style'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-3891057515115899074</id><published>2009-08-06T17:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:30:10.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Oh hi. I remember the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well umm... I work at Best Buy now and it basically took over my life. That's okay because I like money, but I miss being a freeloader. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so today a customer tried to coerce me to change my major from Political Science to something like Aerodynamic Space Electromagnetic Engineering. She kept saying that science makes the world go ‘round and that lawyers are assholes and I was like “OKAY just buy an iPod or gtfo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't leave, um but then she finally did. I was happy at that point, but then she came back and I was like "oh hell no!" And she was like "oh hell yes..." and she kept trying to talk me out of the poli sci track, and I was like "I'm not even sure about law school." Blahhh blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how much she judged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So what did you graduate with?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I'm still in college. I'm majoring in Political Science.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (making exaggerated face of disgust)&lt;exaggerated&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I might do Communications too, basically just liberal arts stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Lawyers are corrupt. Scientists make the economy better. There are too many lawyers and not enough scientists! That is why our economy is bad!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYLAS, gINA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-3891057515115899074?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3891057515115899074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=3891057515115899074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/3891057515115899074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/3891057515115899074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-1810847379131001348</id><published>2009-04-20T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:11:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine me singing this:</title><content type='html'>Susan Boyle is my herrrrooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be like her onnneeee dayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/dailymusto/Images/susanboyle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look her up on youtuuubbeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop imagining me singing. I have a headache. I am so bored. Today is rainy, dark, and disgusting. Susan Boyle will brighten up my mood and life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-1810847379131001348?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1810847379131001348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=1810847379131001348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1810847379131001348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1810847379131001348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagine-me-singing-this.html' title='Imagine me singing this:'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-9157369729329120981</id><published>2009-04-08T01:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:57:21.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discriminate</title><content type='html'>OMG. English professor will now discriminate against me because I claimed republican during an in-class ideological survey. Whatever shall I do? My grade is on the line here people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am only a fiscal conservative. That's like... the best kind of republican there is, because I'm not a Jesus incorporator. I'm borderline atheist/pastafarian, so you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm bored... on Spring Break #2... and yeah... this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-9157369729329120981?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9157369729329120981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=9157369729329120981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/9157369729329120981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/9157369729329120981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/discriminate.html' title='Discriminate'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-1309789171822641454</id><published>2009-03-24T17:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:14:35.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>A little update - All of your questions answered</title><content type='html'>The past month really sucked for me. It went by really fast and I don't know what happened. Well Brodeur got his record against Chicago which was sweet success for me and I was at the game, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now present to you "Updates for the hoodedgirl channel" because I got a few messages asking if I was going to make more videos and I was like... yeah it says I am right there in my channel page but whateverrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;College ends in five weeks, which means more free time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have a job again which means more money (I have an interview at best buy soon, wooo, that's my dream job for some reason...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you add the above updates together, it ='s:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me with free time can hold a job to earn money to buy a camera charger so my video camera will work so I can make the final product that many people constantly send emails about... Videos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I leave (or stop writing, whichever you prefer) I wanted you all to know that I wrote a really long, interesting article on a road trip I participated in with my mother. Complete with pictures. I might post it. Beware&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-1309789171822641454?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1309789171822641454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=1309789171822641454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1309789171822641454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1309789171822641454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-update-all-of-your-questions.html' title='A little update - All of your questions answered'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-506750587170582152</id><published>2009-03-05T15:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:57:00.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling on the wall</title><content type='html'>My dad sometimes asks how I will ever be able to live in a house by myself. He asks this because I can’t kill bugs on my own. I always make him kill them. Sometimes my mom kills them, which is weird because I don’t ask her to. She just does. Like she senses the bugs and goes and kills them and I just sit there like, “how did you know?” And she’s just like, “I just knew.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-506750587170582152?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/506750587170582152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=506750587170582152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/506750587170582152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/506750587170582152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/crawling-on-wall.html' title='Crawling on the wall'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-3719179152069497776</id><published>2009-03-04T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:45:38.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle</title><content type='html'>My mom complains about Michelle Obama’s shoulders. She is utterly annoyed because they resemble football player shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 492px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0bQ2bPcf0c8xL/340x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.maximumtrainingsolutions.com/image-files/football-player.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally don't care either way.&lt;a href="http://www.maximumtrainingsolutions.com/image-files/football-player.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-3719179152069497776?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3719179152069497776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=3719179152069497776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/3719179152069497776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/3719179152069497776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/michelle.html' title='Michelle'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-1772302318731325994</id><published>2009-03-03T17:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:13:50.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professor president obama running speed'/><title type='text'>The evil professor from last semester</title><content type='html'>I was frightened today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester, I had an evil professor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was sitting in one of my classes and noticed several older, unknown peoples scattered throughout the room keenly observing my professor’s lecture, which covered things related to authoritarian regimes, and I was like ‘wow how magical.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, from a few seats behind me I heard a terrifying voice! I looked back! And it was the evil professor from last semester! I got scared and bolted from the room. I was running about 3mph, which is acceptable because I am out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to wiki answers, 3mph is the average speed for walking. Also, if I’ve learned anything from my extensive education thus far, Wikipedia is not a reliable source. Therefore, I am not prepared to sacrifice my life on the truthfulness of that “fact.” Here’s my cited source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_average_running_speed_of_a_man"&gt;http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_average_running_speed_of_a_man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting that link, I wasn’t sure if the question/answer was gender specific, or if the word “man” was supposed to encompass the entire human species. So, I went here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_average_running_speed_of_a_woman"&gt;http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_average_running_speed_of_a_woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t really answer my question because I’m from America. That means I don’t understand kilometers. Let’s forget about it and return to my original story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half dead as I ran across campus to get away from the evil professor. I almost collapsed once or twice! Then, from the distance I spotted something remarkable standing on the green. It was Barack Hussein Obama! I was like ‘wtf? Why are you here at --------- University, where I spend my days, nights, and weekends except holidays?’ (This is not true, I’m usually at home. But the average human’s thought process is not always 100% accurate, especially in times of great emotional overabundance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got closer and prepared to grovel before the great leader of these United States, when I realized it was just some guy who looked like Obama. Then the evil professor from last semester walked up next to me and was like “What the hell are you doing, Gina? Get back to class.” I was like ‘whatever. You’re not the boss of me.’ I went back to class anyway because I’m afraid of the evil professor from last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m too afraid to actually explain what happened with the evil professor from last semester, just in case they ever see this blog! Which is highly unlikely, but you can never be too sure when it comes to evil people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that actually happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw the evil professor from last semester in one of my classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned about authoritarian regimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am out of shape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw Obama's clone, but I don't remember where&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-1772302318731325994?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1772302318731325994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=1772302318731325994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1772302318731325994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1772302318731325994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/evil-professor-from-last-semester.html' title='The evil professor from last semester'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-8536741962909108445</id><published>2009-02-28T00:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:18:04.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout out'/><title type='text'>Imaginary Friends</title><content type='html'>Just going to give a quick shout out to Danny! I'm glad I have one real member in the audience :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-8536741962909108445?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8536741962909108445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=8536741962909108445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8536741962909108445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8536741962909108445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/imaginary-friends.html' title='Imaginary Friends'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-6567468052923261222</id><published>2009-02-27T10:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:13:12.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway...</title><content type='html'>Here's the only post available on the other blog I just created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey my good and imaginary people. You are imaginary because I doubt anyone would actually be reading this blog, and I am writing as if I have an audience. So... you're similar to imaginary friends, but I don't have friends... so you're just imaginary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been making videos on youtube because I lost another camera wire! This time it was the charger so my video camera has been dead for a few months now. I have no way of charging it, and I think I left the poor wire in a hotel room in PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope the maids at that hotel are putting it to good use. For instance, they could probably utilize the former camera charging wire to create a beautiful work of art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307495291698027298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KWGpfz50is/SagC2PS4GyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HTLHf0-CRdA/s320/sss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I do hope the maids are honing their creativity skills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am considering going to Best Buy today to purchase a new camera charger. So, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-6567468052923261222?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6567468052923261222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=6567468052923261222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6567468052923261222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6567468052923261222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/anyway.html' title='Anyway...'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KWGpfz50is/SagC2PS4GyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HTLHf0-CRdA/s72-c/sss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-3918714039104109373</id><published>2009-02-27T10:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:10:02.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied.</title><content type='html'>I think its redundant to make a new blog. I thought it would be easier since I changed my email address and I use gmail now, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALSE ALARM!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still my blog. Aren't you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to my mom about an acting class right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: So do you want to take this acting class?&lt;local&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know yet!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I think I'll take it with you. So I can be a movie star. (Starts cracking up at her own joke)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-3918714039104109373?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3918714039104109373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=3918714039104109373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/3918714039104109373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/3918714039104109373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-lied.html' title='I lied.'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-5083123023168215649</id><published>2009-02-27T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:05:00.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed blogs</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blog can be found at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoodedg.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-5083123023168215649?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5083123023168215649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=5083123023168215649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5083123023168215649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5083123023168215649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-changed-blogs.html' title='I changed blogs'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-5306406230944613703</id><published>2008-12-17T01:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:03:25.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so offended by Wii Sports</title><content type='html'>In order to get physical activity in my life, I started playing Wii Sports intensely over the last few weeks. I am now a pro boxer. That is a difficult feat to achieve, alright. And yesterday I got to 999 on tennis, and then I lost and suddenly  I was at 990. I will never be a pro tennis player. My life has gone to the dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-5306406230944613703?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5306406230944613703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=5306406230944613703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5306406230944613703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5306406230944613703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-offended-by-wii-sports.html' title='I&apos;m so offended by Wii Sports'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-857425553243322898</id><published>2008-11-25T21:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:04:42.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoodedgirl nuclear power college'/><title type='text'>HEY!</title><content type='html'>College sucks! I don 't really like college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing a research paper all day about nuclear power. I don't really like nuclear power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nuclear power is a devastating thing. It can kill you. So stay away from it. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mesikammen.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/nuclear-bomb-badger350.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Look at it. It has no mercy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I really don't have anything to tell you. I wish I could get really into blogging, and then I could be one of those really cool bloggers that everyone knows about. You know, the people who get paid to blog about one particular subject, or stuff no one really cares about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Come to think of it, I don't know any bloggers. I don't know of any blogs at all. I don't really like blogs. They're kind of bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A cancer on society. No. Blogs are the nuclear reactor explosion of the internet. They will be the downfall of the web as we know it. They will ultimately produce so much online radioactive fallout that we will all have to evacuate. We can go to Chernobyl maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah! I'll see you all there. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lylas (even if you are a male or a weird stalker who I would probably hate),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hoodedGirl / Gina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: There was some gross picture that I didn't post in one of my earlier entries. Maybe someone broke into my BLOG!!!???! AHHhh. Don't worry, I'm not a pervert, but my eyes are scarred for life now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-857425553243322898?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/857425553243322898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=857425553243322898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/857425553243322898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/857425553243322898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey.html' title='HEY!'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-2210082934205047277</id><published>2008-03-24T01:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:44:28.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a flesh wound...</title><content type='html'>I HATE feeling like this. And I don't like complaining about feeling "depressed" because there are people who have it so much worse than I do. Sometimes I want to sit inside and do absolutely nothing and I have no drive to care. It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like being sad. I don't like acting like I'm not sad when I really am. I don't know why I'm writing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish I could change some things... Blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Excitement time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad's next book is coming out at the end of the month. I probably won't read it... he never offered to let me look at the transcript. So whatev. Oh, it's about baseball, and it's non-fiction... so I mean, I wouldn't really be able to follow along with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrote this amazing screen play (or is it "screenplay") when I was in 7th grade. I thought it was a realllly good story, but it was too long so they couldn't do anything with it. I suggested he turn it into a book series, and he bluntly said no. I'm going to write it instead. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow - we drive to chicago. Sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably won't be able to fall asleep again tonight. "Benny" would solve problems, but he will kill me if I try and drive tomorrow. AHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come on people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.triangle-wholesale.com/productThumb/BENA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-2210082934205047277?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2210082934205047277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=2210082934205047277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2210082934205047277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2210082934205047277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-flesh-wound.html' title='Just a flesh wound...'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-6909853151511893423</id><published>2008-03-12T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:02:47.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics!</title><content type='html'>When Eliot Spitzer speaks publicly, I cringe. He could at least sound convincing... but no, his shame is scriptedly obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://paulbuckley14059.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/eliot_spitzer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... Hillary, Obama, and McCain are... rediculous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I need to go eat dinner! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-6909853151511893423?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6909853151511893423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=6909853151511893423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6909853151511893423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6909853151511893423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/politics.html' title='Politics!'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-2403775144476135968</id><published>2008-01-23T22:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:02:32.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God! I love to work!</title><content type='html'>Many things happened in the last 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up incredibly early in order to attend the "March for Life" in Washington DC. For those of you who are out of the loop on the March, it's a creepy event that many radical EXTREMIST christian (and others... maybe...) peoples participate in to protest Abortion. I have no general opinion on Abortion. I could take it or leave it. Actually, it wasn't that bad. A lot of the people were nice, except for the FREAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://transporter.com/apologia/life/March4Life02/March4Life23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FREAKS made these gross signs of post-abortion babies (very graphic pictures) and were holding them up for the thousands of Pro-Life marchers to gaze at in awe. It was retarded because everyone participating in the March was already Pro-Life. Well, except for me. Oh, and I participated because I was required to for a Social Action project for some class I'm taking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphics.jsonline.com/graphics/news/img/aug04/abortion_080304_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(to the girl in the picture: um... congratz?)&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of fun, despite the cold and the rain in DC. I mean, I caught a little viral infection, but nothing too serious. And we went to the amazing buffet The Golden Corral and for dinner I ate a large slice of corn bread (you know that really good kind they have at EVERY SINGLE buffet EVER) and a piece of shit pizza. Shit pizza is okay when you're in the mood for it, and I was only slightly in the mood for it. They had really good cookies too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.library.drexel.edu/blogs/thesuggestionbox/Cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I was really tired after putting in a 16 hour day, (7-11... I was awake as long as the great convenience store of the same name was open! OMG!) and when I woke up I had the unfortunate task of going to school. It was my last day of classes for the semester numero uno of yearo numero lasto of high schoolo, but I have finals tomorrow and friday. BOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.union-network.org/UNIsite/Sectors/Commerce/Multinationals/7-Eleven_Tokyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to go to cold stone and work from 3-9:30. Yay money. Boo work! Boo work again with a cold and an open injury on my right thumb which makes it really hard to scoop ice cream and do everything else at cold stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-2403775144476135968?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2403775144476135968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=2403775144476135968' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2403775144476135968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2403775144476135968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-i-love-to-work.html' title='God! I love to work!'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-7042888802903020781</id><published>2008-01-20T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:39:34.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>287</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2006/january11/gifs/mlk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was angered today, so I drove around. It's Sunday night, but thanks to MLK Jr, we have no school tomorrow which makes my life 100 times better than it would have been if school was happening tomorrow. I don't have to go to school on Tuesday either, because I'm going to Washington DC along with my church because they want to protest against abortion. I have no stance on the issue, so I'm just going along. Wednesday is the last day of the semester!! YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gloriana.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/benadryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand" height="81" alt="" src="http://gloriana.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/benadryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adventures of Benadryl: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2:53AM exactly yesterday (or this morning), I swallowed two 25mg pills of benadryl. My nose was stuffed up, and I was looking for some sort of alleviation of my nose's affliction. Then, I watched some online TV episodes of a couple of "my" shows on Abc.com. At 3:53, I remember being REALLY tired. At 4:00 PM I could no longer concentrate so I had to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so tired, I couldn't remember anything really. I vaguely remember taking the Benadryl pills out of the room I was in and placing them in my room (?) on my desk. I then went downstairs and fell asleep on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream that I stayed up until 7AM. I went into the kitchen and started eating Oreos and thought it was okay because I hadn't gone to sleep yet, so it was not really time for breakfast. I also felt bad because I've been trying to stop eating junk food, and eating oreos completely ruined that venture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up for real, I thought it was my body's way of compensating for lack of sugar-filled products. Who knows. Oh, and I woke up at 2:45pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-7042888802903020781?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7042888802903020781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=7042888802903020781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/7042888802903020781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/7042888802903020781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/287.html' title='287'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-8269115341958210913</id><published>2007-11-22T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:07:04.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I had an overwhelming sense of ickiness..." - Cher in 'Clueless' -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thanksgiving, so I hope you are all thankful. You should be thankful, because you are reADING SOMETHING THAT I WROTE. BUT I AM NOT THANKFUL BECAUSE I JUST HIT CAPS LOCK. okayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Thanksgiving food. I would much prefer several dishes of pasta in at the Thanksgiving table, but no such luck. My family is very traditional when it comes to this turkey-centric holiday. It depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I go to Disney World! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-8269115341958210913?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8269115341958210913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=8269115341958210913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8269115341958210913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8269115341958210913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-not-hungry.html' title='I am NOT hungry.'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-8329076368355070039</id><published>2007-10-05T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:51:40.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM TYPING A BLOG!!! OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am filming a blog and typing a blog at the same time. This is because I want to multi-task. Obviously I am failing because I am only typing and not filming right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mayer-johnson.com/ProductImages/130/BIG_make-face-sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm taking the SATs for the second time tomorrow. woot. the end!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-8329076368355070039?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8329076368355070039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=8329076368355070039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8329076368355070039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8329076368355070039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-typing-blog-omg.html' title='I AM TYPING A BLOG!!! OMG'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-1838651708896241705</id><published>2007-10-01T14:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:47:14.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my mind again</title><content type='html'>I asked my dad if I was smart enough to be in politics. He said, "Smart and Politics don't go together." I am now considering majoring in Diplomacy and International Relations once I'm in college (I change my mind every five minutes by the way). I will have to study one of the 5 UN languages, and as I already know English... that isn't an option. But I have 6 years of French studied already so yay. I thought it would be exciting to know Arabic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom does not agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-1838651708896241705?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1838651708896241705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=1838651708896241705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1838651708896241705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1838651708896241705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-changed-my-mind-again.html' title='I changed my mind again'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-8608260728249849213</id><published>2007-09-28T14:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:35:38.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what should i write about'/><title type='text'>Graham Crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my last day working at the Italian Restaurant. Good. I am excited. Now I can focus all of my energy on Cold Stone. Who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pickyourown.org/blueberry/grahambox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For about two weeks, I had a falling out with graham crackers because for some reason they tasted really grainy and spicy to me. Do not ask me why, I was really disturbed by it. Anytime I saw my preferred snack, I backed 10 feet away and avoided!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2c/Thumbs_up.jpg/420px-Thumbs_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2c/Thumbs_up.jpg/420px-Thumbs_up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I decided to try a graham cracker again, and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... it was back to its normal taste. I was quite excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what else to say. If people actually left me comments maybe I would know what to write about. What should I write ABOUT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-8608260728249849213?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8608260728249849213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=8608260728249849213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8608260728249849213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8608260728249849213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/graham-crackers.html' title='Graham Crackers'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-2326987405259591498</id><published>2007-09-25T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:04:24.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am going to study...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ctcd.edu/images/radio_broadcasting_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="155" alt="" src="http://www.ctcd.edu/images/radio_broadcasting_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only comment I got on my last blog asked what I plan on studying in college. That would probably be Political Science and Broadcasting. So... I'm looking for schools with good communications departments, that also offer Political things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Umm, and that's actually me in that picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just been disguised as a really attractive, amazing, and intellectual 17 year old girl on youtube for the past few months. Yes, the truth is I am a man with long hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to go to Syracuse, but that's too far. And I haven't actually been there anyway, so I don't know what its like. Plus, they have really high standards which I unfortunately do not live up to. My grades/SAT scores are just not that good. How non-exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt accomplished today because I was able to prove my World Geo teacher wrong. He claims that non-Muslims are allowed in Mecca, which is not true. I offered him my words of wisdom, but he shot me down as if I was not an equal to him. That's because he went to graduate school and I have yet to graduate high school. But trust me on this one... The Mecca-nese (whatever) only allows Muslims into the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I suddenly learning about the religion of Islam in this class, when only yesterday we were watching the grapes of wrath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.math.uic.edu/~takata/Lowry_and_Mecca/mecca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="141" alt="" src="http://www2.math.uic.edu/~takata/Lowry_and_Mecca/mecca3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.math.uic.edu/~takata/Lowry_and_Mecca/mecca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.math.uic.edu/~takata/Lowry_and_Mecca/mecca3.jpg"&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/6630206732136284930-2326987405259591498?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2326987405259591498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=2326987405259591498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2326987405259591498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2326987405259591498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-am-going-to-study.html' title='What I am going to study...'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-5483685938538810591</id><published>2007-09-19T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:03:35.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my friday because I am taking tomorrow off to visit Seton Halllllllllllllllllllllll. woo. We also don't have school on Friday for some reason which I won't talk about because I do not understand the logic behind it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxhome.com/castaway/about_film/images/about_left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.foxhome.com/castaway/about_film/images/about_left.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like I've really been in school the last few days anyway. Literally I have but... in reality I have been sleeping. As a Senior with a non-rigourous schedule, I sleep or talk to ESL students that visit my classroom or watch Philadelphia starring Tom Hanks because my teacher is too pregnant to stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grapes of Wrath is really not a good movie. In World Geography our teacher is forcing us to watch it... except he pauses the movie every ten minutes to explain what is going to happen in the upcoming scene, which obviously insults our intelligence... as if we can't figure out they are driving away to California on our own?? They only say it 52 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsata.com/images/travel.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.tsata.com/images/travel.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only after school activity consists of a certain club that I have been in since Sophomore year. At the end of last year I notoriously became a self-proclaimed "officer" of the club. President, VP, Secretary, and Treasurer were already taken... so I became the Travel Agent. And I am putting it on my college applications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-5483685938538810591?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5483685938538810591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=5483685938538810591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5483685938538810591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5483685938538810591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-is-my-friday.html' title='Today is my Friday'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-874833866765399786</id><published>2007-09-15T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:47:27.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.film-tech.com/ubb/image_uploads/retard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://www.film-tech.com/ubb/image_uploads/retard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice. Actually, that offends me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today. I went to school and was annoyed. I think I already mentioned how easy my classes are right now, but it's really just boring all day. It's not even worth waking up in the morning. How depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I just got a job at a new and exciting location. I am a hostess at an Italian restaurant, and due to the fact that I am, indeed, Italian I was hired. I think I may be the only actual Italian person that works there, but I may be mistaken. Well whatever, I brought people to exciting tables all night. Then, I left and forgot to clean. oops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KWGpfz50is/RuteE1wdClI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sj75xcE_dPY/s1600-h/van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110281639424756306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KWGpfz50is/RuteE1wdClI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sj75xcE_dPY/s200/van.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness. My car, which isn't really mine, has very little power left in the battery so everytime I try to start the engine, it doesn't work. That is my set of wheels over there, and thankfully it is my dads and not mine. I do drive it to school... but I have learned to deal with it. Eventually, I realized it is a blessing rather than a curse, but I couldn't actually tell you why that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, for some hoodedGirl words of wisdom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.northernsun.com/images/thumb/0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-874833866765399786?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/874833866765399786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=874833866765399786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/874833866765399786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/874833866765399786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KWGpfz50is/RuteE1wdClI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sj75xcE_dPY/s72-c/van.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-7006279397512564729</id><published>2007-09-12T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:29:42.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to do this again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depts.drew.edu/claadmis/images/v4/C-H-H03-Brothers-College_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.depts.drew.edu/claadmis/images/v4/C-H-H03-Brothers-College_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to Drew University because my dad teaches a class there. I was frighetened. I sat in on the class and was intimidated, and then I left. Then, we prepared to drive away and go somewhere for dinner, but my car broke down so we had to wait for some guy to fix it, etc. It was quite boring... and I am quite hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I started school. I am a Senior now. It is exciting, but only in some ways. I have really easy classes though, so no homework for now.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations hoodedgirl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have issues. I feel really confused right now... for so many reasons and on so many levels. I thought I would throw that out to change things up a little, even though I feel like I should not elaborate in order to make sure no one knows what I'm talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resourcefundraising.com/images/products/tupperware2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.resourcefundraising.com/images/products/tupperware2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, I really love tupperware. It is one of those things in life that makes me (as well as everyone else) happy. Even though it really doesn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice evening. I surely will, because it is Wednesday and tomorrow is a jewish holiday, and we have no school. wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-7006279397512564729?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7006279397512564729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=7006279397512564729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/7006279397512564729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/7006279397512564729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-going-to-do-this-again.html' title='I&apos;m going to do this again'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-823471896711623275</id><published>2007-04-23T17:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:56:46.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrots  suck. I don't even know how to spell carrot the English way.</title><content type='html'>Because I take French, I can never remember how to spell "carrot" in English. I think in French it's &lt;em&gt;une carrot&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;un carrot&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;un/une carot&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;catoeoshdoas&lt;/em&gt;. I just ate a carrot (sp?). It was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so hungry! I am on what I call a week-long "speed died" for prom... I'm not trying to lose weight, yet I don't really know what I'm doing. I mean... this weight watchers plan my mom is helping me with supposedly works in 3-5 days and helps you shed pounds in that time frame. I was trying to get physically fit a few weeks ago, but I gave up and decided to gain weight because I'm too lazy. Smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to eat really stupid things too. For breakfast, I had a mini bagel. For lunch, I had this sandwich on bread that was seriously 3 square inches. It's weird though. I'm more hungry today than ever, even though I usually don't eat &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt; at all until I'm home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not starving myself, but I guess I'm basically eating the BARE minimum nutrition requirements the FDA (or whoever) created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-823471896711623275?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/823471896711623275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=823471896711623275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/823471896711623275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/823471896711623275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/carrots-fucking-suck-i-dont-even-know.html' title='Carrots  suck. I don&apos;t even know how to spell carrot the English way.'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-6551652240645679264</id><published>2007-04-22T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:37:47.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube bush hatred'/><title type='text'>Youtube: Something that bothered me...</title><content type='html'>I just got a comment on my profile from this guy named &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TotallyUnknownGuy"&gt;TotallyUnknownGuy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;--- "Huh , what is that all about !?! You have a profile on YouTube "BUT" at the same time you HATE all videos that are being sended to you !?!What an attitude !You also promote "bush" !???! Maybe you should join the army then !I will NEVER visit your profile again , not to mention promoting it ! ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all I honestly don't watch videos that are sent to me. I'm sorry if that makes anyone annoyed... it's just, it feels like an easy way to get more views and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is: If I like your stuff, I'll subscribe to you and watch your videos. Send me a message if you want me to check them out, don't send me the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this was my response to totallyunknownguy (he has comments disabled on his profile. I sent him a message...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I'm sorry? Half of the things I say aren't meant to be taken seriously. If my "Because i hate them" statement caused any offense, I apologize. (have you ever sent me videos...?)Also, I don't technically support Bush (I don't think it says that ANYWHERE in my profile). I AM a conservative republican though.Then again, I'm surprised by your lack of maturity which was expressed on my comment page. My political opinions shouldn't be anyone's business, but my own. Sorry, once again.-hg ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is wrong here? Me for openly stating my distaste for sent videos, or unknown guy up there, who was pissed off because he does not agree with what I say (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more points to clarify:&lt;br /&gt;-I have a youtube to make videos and watch my subscriptions. Not to get 15 emails a day telling me soandso sent me a video.&lt;br /&gt;-Why do people care so much about me and my political identity? I think the only time I ever said anything about Bush was on a video I privated because I seriously hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was long. All my love and support to anyone that reads the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-6551652240645679264?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6551652240645679264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=6551652240645679264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6551652240645679264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6551652240645679264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/youtube-something-that-bothered-me.html' title='Youtube: Something that bothered me...'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-1880420150388919220</id><published>2007-04-20T23:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:54:18.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Disturbing Things!"</title><content type='html'>Oh my god... you can find so much disturbing stuff on the internet. I found some... "info" on a particular "person" i go to "school" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina = Disturbed immenseley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess anyone could say the same about me and the tube. But, my videos are not disturbing (in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...DISTURBED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fairly upset because my parents don't trust me. I'm not exactly an "innocent" victim... as I have done things I regret in the past (the past meaning last year), but seriously... I'm not a stoner (which my mom seems to believe is true), i only drink when I'm with my parents (christmas), and yeah ('and yeah'... die die die) I can't think of any other logical reason as to why I could be considered a somewhat innocent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what the fuck!? I've been getting rides from &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;aren't&lt;/em&gt; my &lt;em&gt;parents&lt;/em&gt; lately! OMG OMG. I seriously was at work late tonight! What the hell!?? Shiahdaoi joasjfhdfai usyh diadjhasbidjaskdBKAKBFHGDIASHBDASKJASDSFDOUOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHH HHHHHDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is in one week. Am I excited?... no. Once I am there, I will be excited. Getting ready will be such a hassle in a half. I don't even dance. Why the hell am I going to prom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;GinaMarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, PS: I found that I like to emphasize certain variables of my writings with strange, and obviously noticeable emphas-i-zational things. (&lt;strong&gt;boldness,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;italicized&lt;/em&gt;, "quotes", 'things that aren't quotes but resemble them,' cAPS, whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what was the point of this? I am grounded for many weeks. My parents are inconsiderate freaks.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it rhymed. I hate the word freak. Frrr-eee-aaa-kk. Stupidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit Feb 28, 2009: This was a stupid entry filled with too much angst. My parents still get mad at me for being late. I also apologize for the language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-1880420150388919220?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1880420150388919220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=1880420150388919220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1880420150388919220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/1880420150388919220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/disturbing-shit.html' title='&quot;Disturbing Things!&quot;'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-4814482642144533745</id><published>2007-04-19T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:43:28.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech</title><content type='html'>This blog isn’t going to be of good caliber… it is going to be quick, and one of those things where you just write down what comes to mind (what are they called. Afhaksho). Therefore, this is poorly written garbage, with a heartfelt sentimental meaning. Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Virginia Tech victims went to my high school (he graduated in 2002). My brother was friends with his brother (a long time ago)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday at school they had this memorial announcement on the TV for him, and I saw his name and thought, ‘No, that can’t be joey’s ex-friend’s brother…” but it was. I felt terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even imagine being 12 or 13 and loosing an older sibling. Or at any age, I don’t know why being 12 or 13 would make a difference, but you’ve already lived a substantial amount of your life (to an extent) and you’re already used to having a brother or sister, but then… you don’t anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, siblings play a very large role in the developmental process (I’m in honors psychology right now… I know this to be true… do not counter my obviously true facts) and I don’t know. I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night after my brother told me the certain Virginia Tech student actually was who I thought it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-4814482642144533745?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4814482642144533745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=4814482642144533745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/4814482642144533745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/4814482642144533745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech.html' title='Virginia Tech'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-5022585503349027311</id><published>2007-04-16T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:45:18.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Snow Day ='s Rain Day.</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is right. We have the day off from school because it hasn’t rained this much since Hurricane Floyd, so it’s not a Snow Day. It’s a Rain Day. My basement flooded. How intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to the random snow days we had this winter/spring... our Memorial Day weekend has been butchered down from 6 days to 4 days. That is so depressing, because MDay weekend was going to be like a  second spring break right before the end of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I'll probably take an extra day or two off anyway, as my dad has expressed interest in going to one of the following areas during that time period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Virginia&lt;/strong&gt; (The historic place... I can never remember it's name...Williamsburg? Boring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Boston&lt;/strong&gt; (I have no interest in Boston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Baltimore&lt;/strong&gt; (I have been there. All I remember is an aquarium and reading harry potter the whole time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pittsburg&lt;/strong&gt; (I rejected this immediately. I hate pittsburg)&lt;br /&gt;I suggested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Somewhere&lt;/strong&gt; we have never been before (I've been to all of the above places. Except I have never really been to Boston, but I've been to the surrounding area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Washington DC&lt;/strong&gt; (the only real city on the East Coast (besides NYC) that I like visiting)... my dad said NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "NO!!!!!!!!" because the last two visits we made to the capitol were interrupted due to me complaining and not wanting to visit any more smithsonians. I'm sorry, it was hot outside and I hate walking in hotness. Hey, that's why we have other means of transportation available, such as cars, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those select individuals that insist on walking &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;, please note: Cars were a technological advance made available to the public within the early 20th century, (air conditioning became a conventional accessory some time later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think with modernization, people would utilize innovative contraptions in order to conceive a facilitated lifestyle, eventually turning it into a reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-5022585503349027311?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5022585503349027311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=5022585503349027311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5022585503349027311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/5022585503349027311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-snow-day-s-rain-day.html' title='Not A Snow Day =&apos;s Rain Day.'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-7337261272841962893</id><published>2007-04-15T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:26:11.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the lake &lt;3 hahahah</title><content type='html'>Since I don't think anyone that I actually &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; reads this... I am allowed to say whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am… living a lie! I hate when people say that. But I seriously am! It’s so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the title has nothing to do with this post. I was just talking about the lake though...&lt;br /&gt;FlyBikes nj (8:18:14 PM): your so good at naming bodies of water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-7337261272841962893?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7337261272841962893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=7337261272841962893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/7337261272841962893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/7337261272841962893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-lake-3-hahahah.html' title='At the lake &lt;3 hahahah'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-2961702039706415382</id><published>2007-04-09T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:30:12.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6.02 x 10 to the 23rd ... how are you supposed to type powers?</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am doing my chemistry homework. It’s the most useless subject I have ever encountered in a school environment. Anyway, I have to find some current event related to chemistry, and I don’t really care, so I chose an article about some random scientist woman who discovered a new type of plastic. Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to find and define difficult vocabulary words in said article… but all I can come up with so far is Polyaniline and Versatility. Those aren’t difficult at all as long as you’re not retarded, but my teacher already thinks I’m a bit challenged mentally, so no problem there. Whenever she gives me back tests she says, “I am not confidant that you understand moles (or insert other random chemistry term here).” Bitch! Grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn about exciting plastic here: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/04/070409115804.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-2961702039706415382?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2961702039706415382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=2961702039706415382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2961702039706415382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/2961702039706415382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/602-x-10-to-23rd-how-are-you-supposed.html' title='6.02 x 10 to the 23rd ... how are you supposed to type powers?'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-8061030869129681248</id><published>2007-04-08T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:02:10.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter sucks catholic extremeists have no ethics i am frightened for my life'/><title type='text'>Easter is the worst day of the year.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; like &lt;strong&gt;Easter&lt;/strong&gt;, and I also do not like going to church. I am against my religion and I am also against Easter because it is the most boring of all holidays that I see my family on (aka out of Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter… Easter sucks the most). Due to the vital fact that organized religion (especially that of Roman Catholic descent) absolutely disgusts me, everything about Easter is terrible except for the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that certain people have started to hate me after I drifted away from church and Catholic-ish-ness ( ie. my mom). I guess some ideals of the church are alright… sometimes… (such as no killing, stealing, or coveting your neighbors possessions and wives), but the fact that taking the Lord’s name in vain is worse than killing someone is extreme. Not to mention that the church pretty much hates everyone. That pope we have now… Pope Benedict Arnold or what not…he scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a CCD teacher (CCD is like Sunday school… or so I am led to believe) who was such a Catholic extremist. She told us to get rid of our Ouiji boards because it invited bad spirit devil things into our homes, and that weird devil things would sit on top of the church and laugh at us as we went to praise the lord. Wtf right? She also fell out of her attic once and rolled down a couple of flights of stairs, but thankfully her guardian angel was there to save her! And then, there was that other time when she fell asleep driving for thirty minutes, but her guardian angel steered the car all the way down 202! Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very democrat saying that I am not Christian. Maybe I am a liberal republican… but I hear that’s worse than being a liberal democrat. My mom once called me a liberal before I knew what being a liberal meant. As I think about it now, I get pissed off. I’m not liberal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-8061030869129681248?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8061030869129681248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=8061030869129681248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8061030869129681248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/8061030869129681248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-is-worst-day-of-year.html' title='Easter is the worst day of the year.'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6630206732136284930.post-6402781896802475054</id><published>2007-04-04T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:33:26.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gina is so disgusted by the stone'/><title type='text'>I still have a panera sandwich waiting for me in the fridge!</title><content type='html'>Today was filled with minimal excitement! Why did I just use an exclamation point for the previous sentence? It makes it look like I am trying to convey some sort of excitement filled emotion that I already stated does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I camped out in the wilderness. I roughed it out there, and ate a cheeseburger, and found myself becoming a bit chilly as the sun’s final rays set behind a backdrop of the golden horizon. The weather was nothing two sweatshirts couldn’t handle though. Two rather large, and incredibly heavy sweatshirts might I add…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I said I “roughed it out there,” I was lying (slightly) because in actuality I was only in someone’s backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am involved with some controversy right now. You know what; I’ll get into that some other time. I can’t stop thinking about my stupid stupid really incredibly stupid job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have held a very prominent position among the Cold Stone enterprise for many moons and I only make $7.75 an hour. This is outrageous, considering the recently hired are now making $7.50, though my starting wages were set at $6.50 an hour. I am aware that the New Jersey minimum wages have significantly increased over the past two years, but that means shit to me! I want a raise, dammit, and I want one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6630206732136284930-6402781896802475054?l=hoodedgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6402781896802475054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6630206732136284930&amp;postID=6402781896802475054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6402781896802475054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6630206732136284930/posts/default/6402781896802475054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoodedgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-still-have-panera-sandwich-waiting.html' title='I still have a panera sandwich waiting for me in the fridge!'/><author><name>hoodedGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14679236855011745158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__KWGpfz50is/R5Pqgxt29SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k3Rlvu4Ytv4/S220/Image0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
