<?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-7300780</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:01:56.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6313581442358455432</id><published>2009-03-28T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:18:27.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KCA's</title><content type='html'>So today is Earth Hour day. A day in which lights and all electricity should be turned off for one hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also happens to be at the same time as the Kid's Choice Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one who noticed this apparently, as a google search of "KCA's during earth hour" turns up quite a bit of discussion. Apparently the KCA's are ALWAYS on the same day as earth hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a weeee bit stupid to have Earth Hour on a primetime Saturday. If you want full compliance, try a weekday or something. Hell, even a friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that though, I guess I'm an environment hater cause I aint missing the KCA's. Some yahoo users didn't fail to mention what OMG ENVIRONMENT HATERZ we are for not choosing to watch the encore the next day. Anyone who knows me well though knows this is my Oscars, and it must be watched LIVE. At night. With lots of junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, this earth hour thing is a noble cause, but I've done my part, and still do. I turn out lights like a disgruntled amish, carpool, and do everything I can to conserve energy as much as possible. If you have to ream on me for not turning everything off tonight, I can only assume you are insecure and feeling guilty, as you have not done your own part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6313581442358455432?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6313581442358455432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6313581442358455432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6313581442358455432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6313581442358455432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/kcas.html' title='KCA&apos;s'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-826483169758377528</id><published>2009-03-21T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:15:59.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Nightstand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/ScV1HzLREQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rsaNgscvSnE/s1600-h/Photo+57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/ScV1HzLREQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rsaNgscvSnE/s200/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315783712037736706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad I know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-826483169758377528?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/826483169758377528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=826483169758377528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/826483169758377528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/826483169758377528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-nightstand-yep-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/ScV1HzLREQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rsaNgscvSnE/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6814331870463201213</id><published>2009-03-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:03:38.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Paradox?</title><content type='html'>So today forumwarz added an option to un-cheat your way back into Domination if you've used illegal enhancements. I expect it to hit the fan because... that kinda sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-cheat your cheat which is kind of double-cheating... I have to wonder if that's a big trick in which you spend one brownie point and Evil Trout goes "HAHAHAH CHEATERS NEVER PROSPER" and you just lose your point. I'll save mine for money when Shallow's too bitchy to send me any, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6814331870463201213?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6814331870463201213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6814331870463201213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6814331870463201213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6814331870463201213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimate-paradox.html' title='Ultimate Paradox?'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-5786315034469326127</id><published>2009-03-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:06:05.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWL Meme</title><content type='html'>1. Started your own blog X&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars X&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band X&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower X&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world X&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis X&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo X&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch X&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning X&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty &lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables &lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight X&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill X&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon &lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset X&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run X&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person X&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community X&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language X (partly)&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied X (partly :P)&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaokeX&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant X&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight &lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance &lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted X&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling X&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain &lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater X&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business (In Economics class I started a pom and cheer supply business :P)&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen &lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies X&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason X&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check &lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy X&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial X&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar &lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square X&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades &lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone X&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle X&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person X&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book (Published a POEM :))&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car &lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem (That would be cool!)&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper X&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible X&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House X&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. Had chickenpox X&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life X&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury &lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous X&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one X&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit &lt;br /&gt;98. Owned a cell phone X&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-5786315034469326127?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5786315034469326127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=5786315034469326127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5786315034469326127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5786315034469326127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/lawl-meme.html' title='LAWL Meme'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-7360239495953365712</id><published>2009-03-17T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:42:35.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz That's How I Roll</title><content type='html'>Person on AIM: Hi my name is Cynthia and I'm with the Tara Banks show, would you be interested in coming on our show? I notice your blog says you're a germaphobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: You've done this to me before you scammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cynthia": I assure you this is very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Perhaps I'll go on your show if you allow the celestial goats to come and keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cynthia": Please do not waste our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: YOU WASTED MY LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cynthia": Really. And How does that make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cynthia": It doesn't make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7360239495953365712?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7360239495953365712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7360239495953365712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7360239495953365712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7360239495953365712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuz-thats-how-i-roll.html' title='Cuz That&apos;s How I Roll'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-73711257601693948</id><published>2009-03-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:47:27.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Town Meeting</title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iPod or other music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the "next" button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Love is a many splendid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;I want it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Stand Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Bet on It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;In the Belly of a Whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Pina Colladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Find your way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;All-Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP??&lt;br /&gt;Good King Wenceslas (wow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE??&lt;br /&gt;Candle on the Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The Bad Touch (wow x's 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Can I Have This Dance (I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT CAME UP. It's true, I do wanna dance to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me (wow x's 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Prima Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;You'll Be in My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;I've Got the Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Where You Belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Cheer (Ima die cheerleading apparently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Simply Meant to Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;This is Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;I walk the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Let's get crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Look Dignified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;You are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Town Meeting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-73711257601693948?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/73711257601693948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=73711257601693948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/73711257601693948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/73711257601693948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/town-meeting.html' title='Town Meeting'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-9036774997577892671</id><published>2009-02-22T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:51:52.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UKn1v0adw0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UKn1v0adw0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-9036774997577892671?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/9036774997577892671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=9036774997577892671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9036774997577892671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9036774997577892671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/weeeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeeee'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8268037071576831111</id><published>2008-12-23T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:26:36.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Meme</title><content type='html'>1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;br /&gt;I perosnally like opening things in wrapping paper more so I'm more inclined to give pressies that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or artificial?&lt;br /&gt;Artificial cause it's tradition. Someday a real one would be cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;br /&gt;THANKSGIVING, THERE IS NO EXCEPTION TO THIS RULE. (Except this year because I'm moving and we'd have been gone that weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;br /&gt;Mom says New Years but I think it's usually a few days after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;br /&gt;Blech, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Probably my Nintendo Gamecube. Dad brought out the present pretending it wasn't mine and then gave it to me. I played it literally all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for?&lt;br /&gt;DADDY. My GOD. He's so unique and has all these different and off quirks that it's impossible to know if he'll love it, laugh at it, or throw it at your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;br /&gt;Mom. You're pretty much safe with Socks, Aigne, or Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;br /&gt;Indeedy doody. With a headless wisemen whom I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;br /&gt;Neither, I deliver um in person. Anyone who lives too far gets a normal present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?&lt;br /&gt;I got about three fruitcakes this year from work, despite my worrying that the ornaments, chocolate, and Bath and Body Works stuff I gave them wouldn't be enough for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?&lt;br /&gt;Tough one. I really wanna say Christmas Vacation but the Muppet Christmas Carol is a heavy competitor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Better to give or receive?&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be more giddy about giving. I won't lie and say getting isn't fun either, but I get really anxious and excited about people opening my presents and seeing their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite Christmas Food?&lt;br /&gt;Brownies shaped like trees with frosting! And the ham of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite Christmas tradition?&lt;br /&gt;All of them, my family knows more than anyone else that I'm a hard-ham for tradition. If I had to pick one though, I'd say staying up late tracking Santa on NORAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Colored lights on the tree or all clear?&lt;br /&gt;Clear. Colored's a little tacky on the big one I think. My little one changes color every year depending on the theme. (Red this year for HSM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, God With Us. (Which IS different from O Come Emmanuel, which is my mom's fav ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;br /&gt;We've stayed home pretty much my whole life but now we are traveling cause of my sweet Pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;br /&gt;Star. We used to have an angel, but the star's sparklier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open presents on Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;br /&gt;Sari's insane, her family stays up until midnight and opens all the presents then. We have one stocking stuffer and jammies on Christmas Eve, and then the rest on christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard tie between two.... First of CROWDS. AUGH. I just want to go to the mall to pick up one thing or get an eye exam and I'm worried I'm gonna be in the news for being trampled to death. Second would be trying to fit all my personal traditions in. Watch all my movies, listen to all my carols, get into the spirit before it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite Ornament theme or color?&lt;br /&gt;On my personal tree I've had too favorites; I did a purple haunted mansion tree about to years ago with purple and black bat garland, and last yeas and this year it's red, white, and gold with music notes for HSM. They were both really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?&lt;br /&gt;I am not very fond of the ham either! Perhaps you should get a new york strip from AJ's this year! haha. Mom makes killer mashed potatoes, load those suckers up with cheese and I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;For God to abundantly bless all those who give their sincerest effort to be good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sharpay doll that comes with her pink convertible wouldn't hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8268037071576831111?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8268037071576831111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8268037071576831111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8268037071576831111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8268037071576831111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-meme.html' title='Christmas Meme'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8703254600501162582</id><published>2008-12-07T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:55:08.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Daily Hot Guy Quota for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/STw39Co3yeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e9n69S_iKPM/s1600-h/new-wildcats-high-school-musical-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/STw39Co3yeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e9n69S_iKPM/s200/new-wildcats-high-school-musical-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277154385191225826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/STw3qOrvrQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FHWVNs49F44/s1600-h/matt_prokop_cmyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/STw3qOrvrQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FHWVNs49F44/s200/matt_prokop_cmyk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277154062006988034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/STw3gTqklvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TcLQFZdCLzU/s1600-h/matt_prokop_1194446680-747180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/STw3gTqklvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TcLQFZdCLzU/s200/matt_prokop_1194446680-747180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277153891545552626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Prokop. I -- WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my tree. With a pretty bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8703254600501162582?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8703254600501162582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8703254600501162582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8703254600501162582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8703254600501162582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-daily-hot-guy-quota-for-day.html' title='Your Daily Hot Guy Quota for the Day'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/STw39Co3yeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e9n69S_iKPM/s72-c/new-wildcats-high-school-musical-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8779892776688821219</id><published>2008-12-03T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:00:31.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t Memes</title><content type='html'>Put your mp3 player on shuffle and write down the first lines of the first twenty songs, then post the poem that results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Deuce Coupe you dunno what I got,&lt;br /&gt;Hey Batta batta, hey batta batta swing,&lt;br /&gt;For all those times you stood for me,&lt;br /&gt;How did we get from the top of the world to the bottom of the heap?&lt;br /&gt;They've been laughing since I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second star to the right shines in the night for you,&lt;br /&gt;He has a shoe and I have a pot,&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, you got it,&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me your angel, said I was sent straight down from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Together, together, together everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world keeps spinnin but it's moving too slow,&lt;br /&gt;You know that my eyes could only see as far as you,&lt;br /&gt;When I was a boy I went to church back home in Arizona,&lt;br /&gt;Heart don't fail me now, courage don't desert me,&lt;br /&gt;She's his yellow brick road, leading him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna tell you when it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;Billy Joe McGuffrey was a really clumsy kid,&lt;br /&gt;So this is love, so this is what makes life devine,&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you're gonna feel,&lt;br /&gt;I won't grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM and Veggietales are poetic genius, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8779892776688821219?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8779892776688821219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8779892776688821219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8779892776688821219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8779892776688821219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/12/w00t-memes.html' title='w00t Memes'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3826373588727946377</id><published>2008-11-14T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:26:00.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of High School Musical...</title><content type='html'>How much of your teenage life have you "messed up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] gotten kissed (How is that messing up though?)&lt;br /&gt;[] gotten a phone taken away in class ("It's my emergency phone Mr. G!")&lt;br /&gt;[] gotten suspended&lt;br /&gt;[] gotten caught chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;[] gotten caught cheating on a test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] arrived late to class more than 5 times&lt;br /&gt;[] didn't do homework over 5 times &lt;br /&gt;[] turned at least 3 projects in late&lt;br /&gt;[X] missed school just because you felt like it&lt;br /&gt;[] laughed so loud you got kicked out of class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] got your mom, dad, etc. to get you out of school&lt;br /&gt;[] text people during class (Didn't have texting yet, but I probably would have if I did.)&lt;br /&gt;[X] passed notes &lt;br /&gt;[X] threw stuff across the room (All in good fun of course. The teacher would crack up.)&lt;br /&gt;[X] laughed at the teacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] been in a fight at school, fist or verbal &lt;br /&gt;[] took pictures during school hours&lt;br /&gt;[X] called someone during school hours &lt;br /&gt;[X] listened to iPod, CD, etc during school hours (Hell yea)&lt;br /&gt;[] skipped a class period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] threw something at the teacher (Again, all in good fun, he cracked up.)&lt;br /&gt;[] went outside the classroom without permission &lt;br /&gt;[] broke the dress code&lt;br /&gt;[] failed a class&lt;br /&gt;[] ate food during class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] gotten a call from school&lt;br /&gt;[] couldn't go on a field trip cause you behaved badly &lt;br /&gt;[X] didn't take your stuff to school&lt;br /&gt;[] given a teacher the finger when they weren't looking&lt;br /&gt;[X] curse during class/school (Damn straight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] faked your parents signature&lt;br /&gt;[X] slept in class&lt;br /&gt;[] cursed at your teacher&lt;br /&gt;[X] copied homework&lt;br /&gt;[] got in trouble with the principal-the vice principal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total So Far: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 26% screwed up my life. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3826373588727946377?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3826373588727946377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3826373588727946377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3826373588727946377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3826373588727946377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-honor-of-high-school-musical.html' title='In Honor of High School Musical...'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2531622722214979525</id><published>2008-11-08T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:32:02.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, This is Just Dumb</title><content type='html'>I just saw this on Nickelodeon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11aFIrS4w5s&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't cheat, don't scroll down and look at the comments, WHAT DOES THIS REMIND YOU OF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain MUSICAL of the HIGH SCHOOL persuasion perhaps??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Camp Rock, but I hear it's a blatant copy of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what makes me mad is I'm sick of people trying to glom off hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeNOupmGN5g Case in point, the Little Panda Fighter, a blatant rip off of Kung Fu Panda. (Along with their Little Cars, Little Bee, and Ratatoing. This stupid company from Brazil does this all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched the Spectacular trailer, I felt like I was watching a brazilian rip off all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take for a musical more popular and more of a pop culture thing than Grease to come along? Well Grease came along in 1978. High School Musical came out in 2006. That's 28 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what Nickelodeon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING YOU DO WILL BIGGER THAN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it another 28 years for something as big as HSM to come around again. I mean, let's think about this... Disney ripped THEMSELVES off with Camp Rock. They over-hyped it and made a blatant copy of their hit and called it the "next HSM". And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good luck Nick, but you're destined to FAIL. And MISERABLY at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because come to think of it, nothing HAS ever been as popular as HSM. Think about it: HSM 2 beat out The Sopranos and became the MOST watched television program SINCE THE TELEVISION HAS EXISTED. HSM 3 continues to be number one in the box office and the cast continues to be the most popular people on the planet right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NO. Good try Nick, but NO. Way to alienate your Disney viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2531622722214979525?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2531622722214979525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2531622722214979525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2531622722214979525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2531622722214979525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-this-is-just-dumb.html' title='Okay, This is Just Dumb'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2545740326259951439</id><published>2008-11-04T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:17:52.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day!</title><content type='html'>I'm having way too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the general attitude among all voters is that everyone is very proud to vote today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm one of em now, baybeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 5 am to vote today. Good thing too since lines are so damn crazy today. We only had to wait maybe 15 minutes. I had fun going with mom and dad and voting and then headin off for breakfast and then bragging to everyone at work about how I just voted in my first election ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first graders did some awesome election stuff today. We sang the 43 presidents song a few times, did some vocabulary and word search puzzles, and read Duck for President. The kids voted today and we handed out coloring sheets of whichever president each student voted for. 3 went out for Obama. I ran out of McCain pages. This is why kiddies can't vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a sheet where kids could choose who would be in office with them if they were president. I am a very popular choice for vice president apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also handed out a sheet asking all the kids who they voted for. These two are my favorites, from a little boy and girl respectively. Complete with spelling errors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I vote for Muhcan becase my parints vote for him. Also my dads nam is John and that is cool. it dose not mater who wins becase i will be presdent next yeer anywa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I voted for Obama. Obama has a cool name. My dad lieks obama and my granma says that Sara Pane is a dum tart. Obama also wants to stop the bad fiting in irack. i think that is smarter then mccans ideyuh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid who wrote the Obama paper has only half the spelling errors; coincidence?!?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I about spit on my coke and died at "Sara Pane is a dum tart". I totally agree in a correctly-spelled manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with little T and asked her who she is voting for. The answer was "OOOOOOOH". I'll take that as an "Ooooobama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the poll's closed 10 minutes ago on the east coast so HERE GOES!! This is really cool. I'm so lucky to be voting for the first time ever on possibly the most historic and important election of my lifetime. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET EDUCATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CHOOSE TO "IGNORE" THE VP WHO IS ONE 72 YEAR OLD'S HEARTBEAT FROM BECOMING THE PRESIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T VOTE LIKE YOUR FRIENDS AND PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE A FREE THINKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE BOTH CANDIDATES A GOOD UNBIASED LOOK BASED ON ISSUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2545740326259951439?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2545740326259951439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2545740326259951439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2545740326259951439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2545740326259951439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4192678833655246803</id><published>2008-10-29T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:52:05.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Found in Van An Hour After it Was Stolen.</title><content type='html'>http://www.azstarnet.com/metro/264715&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of retarded parent leaves their 3-month old in a van alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story says the mom ran inside the house to get something, and the parents declined to comment. One of two things is happening there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. That's total and utter bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. The mom is realizing just how dumb she really is, and realizes that opening her mouth will only confirm her stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine leaving my sweet pigeon alone in a van, even for a second. If you need something from the house, you better make damn sure you get it before you leave, or guess what? You gotta unstrap and re-strap baby. How fortunate these parents were to have found their baby an hour later. They owe the police dept. a big thank you AND an apology for wasting their time on her poor judgement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything that brings my blood to a boil, it's a dumb parent. Parents make mistakes, but this is just STUPID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THERE A TEST TO GET A DRIVER'S LICENSE, BUT NOT ONE TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR A HUMAN BEING'S LIFE?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4192678833655246803?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4192678833655246803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4192678833655246803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4192678833655246803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4192678833655246803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-found-in-van-hour-after-it-was.html' title='Baby Found in Van An Hour After it Was Stolen.'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3627632354069591289</id><published>2008-10-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:32:56.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold, the Greatest Thing Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:450px; background: #dbd5bf; border: 2px solid #000; font-size:.8em; padding: 10px; color:#000"&gt;Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining &lt;b&gt;The Powerpuff Girls&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Gordon Ramsay&lt;/b&gt;.  The story should use &lt;b&gt;Halloween&lt;/b&gt; as a plot device!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Generated by the &lt;a style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; color: #7a011b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" href="http://kaction.com/badfanfiction"&gt;Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your own terrible fan fiction idea here: http://www.kaction.com/badfanfiction/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: extremely addicting. May cause you to actually WRITE this crap. I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Powerpuff Girls loved angry old British men. They also loved gourmet food. So naturally, the choice is to eat at Hell's Kitchen. Only one problem: It's Halloween, and Ramsay has decided to share his scariness with the world by throwing candy at kids and yelling 'IT'S RAW!!'. Upon discovering the kitchen was closed, the Powerpuff Girls decided to run the kitchen themselves. Unfortunately, Ramsay discovered this, and forever more recruited the girls to his restaurant every Halloween, demanding to know where the lamb sauce is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3627632354069591289?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3627632354069591289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3627632354069591289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3627632354069591289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3627632354069591289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/behold-greatest-thing-ever.html' title='Behold, the Greatest Thing Ever'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-333832742126169181</id><published>2008-10-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:14:17.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary Meme</title><content type='html'>Go to urban dictionary and search for your answers to the following questions;&lt;br /&gt;Post your answers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi&lt;br /&gt;The town of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;To "be 19", or to have "gone 19" essentially means that something has gone wrong, is just plain weird, or is inexplicable. Derived from Stephen King's 'Dark Tower' series. Its true meaning, if anything more than a motif, has yet to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) One of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari&lt;br /&gt;Noun. An Indian dress. A long piece of cloth that a woman wraps around her body in mysterious ways. This involves complex knots that plunge into the most abstract depths of Knot Theory. When worn right, looks extremely alluring to males. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework&lt;br /&gt;A punishment given to students by evil teachers after the students have already put in 7 hours of hard labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;(I'm using the fourth definition because the first 3 are super inappropriate :O)&lt;br /&gt;A clothing line by Victoria's Secret. It includes Panites, tank tops, shorts, bathing suits etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hometown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canton&lt;br /&gt;One's house or "the crib".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Month of your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;Derived from a month, used by parents who lacked creativity at the time of their daughters arrival&lt;br /&gt;Though my fav is the second definition: "violent long nailed creature of greek mythology." because one of my evil fan-characters named April pretty much fits that description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;the one who knocked-up your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What did you last eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches&lt;br /&gt;very strange and very horny canadian singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny&lt;br /&gt;1) a small ball of fluff that eats stuff and poops. 2) a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-333832742126169181?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/333832742126169181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=333832742126169181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/333832742126169181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/333832742126169181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/urban-dictionary-meme.html' title='Urban Dictionary Meme'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3240366047156051344</id><published>2008-10-13T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:43:02.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more, because I like watching you all squirm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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The committee planned to discuss the financial excesses and regulatory mistakes that led to AIG’s government bailout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the items discussed was AIG’s expenditure of $440,000 for a corporate retreat at the St. Regis Monarch Beach resort in Los Angeles, Calif. These funds were spent on Sept. 22, a week after the Federal Reserve extended an $85 billion emergency loan to AIG to keep it from going bankrupt due to insurance liabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the receipt from the St. Regis, the eight-day company retreat was a lavish one -- $139,000 was spent on hotel rooms, while even more money -- $147,301 -- was spent on banquets. Another $23,380 was spent on undisclosed spa treatments and another $6,939 was spent on golf. A full $9,980 was spent on room service and food and cocktails at the hotel lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St. Regis Monarch Beach resort is described on its Web site as “a landmark resort of legendary proportions.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6859755041638040402?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6859755041638040402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6859755041638040402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6859755041638040402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6859755041638040402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish-every-single-blogger-would-copy.html' title='I wish EVERY SINGLE BLOGGER would copy this and put it on their blog because EVERY SINGLE American needs to know this!!!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2852802941275353601</id><published>2008-10-01T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:13:53.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Epic Dream</title><content type='html'>So is this how George Lucas and Steven Spielberg get inspiration for their movies or what? Cause I had the most epic movie-like dream last night that, while described choppy here, went along pretty seamlessly like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately (not because of anything in particular, just a case of insomnia) and I was having severe back pain on top of starting my special girl time of month, so I took two woman's tylenols before bed. The result became this messed up dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like... Indiana Jones meets Haunted Mansion. Yea, weird huh? It's what happens when you take meds before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm a teen assistant at this orphanage. I'm cleaning up a room and wondering where this sweet Chinese chic is that I love. She's been missing for 3 days. Hmm... (Apparently I'm not a very GOOD assistant in this dream.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biological mom comes a little later with her camera asking to visit her kid again. I said I was sorry, but I hadn't seen her in three days, and was assuming she got adopted. The mom starts freaking out. Nobody knows how to deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the orphanage comes by saying she wasn't adopted, some weird alien things took her. This is usually the WTF point in the dream where I wake up. Not tonight apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take it upon myself to go look for her. The searching for clues part is sketchy, but apparently it leads me to this gigantic stone building where a bunch of asian people are gathering. (Why so many asians in this dream? I don't get it.) Lo and behold, Indiana Jones is sitting in one of the chairs in the crowd, holding a baby girl. Who is the baby? Beats me, I never figured that part out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go and sit next to him. Apparently we've met before because he welcomes me back. Some dude comes up in front of everyone and starts talking in some funky language I don't recognize. Something pissed Indy off though, cause he stands up and yells something in the same language. All the asians look at us and I'm just like "oooh crap...." This is usually the "ohcrap" part of the dream where I wake up. Again, not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead we take off running. We end up going separate directions and the hall I go down has a trick floor in the middle. Of course. So I fall through and land in what appears to be a whole nother building under the building. I look around to see what the heck is going on. I turn to my left to see some weird mechanical robot thing. Tom-morrow from Disney comes to mind. I freak out and ask what the heck is going on. He shows me this teeeeeny green light bulb and a stone with weird writing on it and tells me he's waiting for the others. So I'm like "ooooookay...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little asian chic is four feet away. I'm excited until I see her with a blue light bulb. Aw crap. So I have no idea what's going on, but I know it's probably not good. The robot thing wants me to take the red lightbulb and I'm like "HECK no". So I go running. One of the asians shows up (what does it mean to have evil asians in your dream anyway? O.o) and splashes something on all three of us. I dunno what it is, but apparently it gives me the ability to totally melt people if they look into my left eye. Yea, I don't get it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the robot dude says we gotta get out. So I follow him up the stairs and back to the building all the asians were gathering in. I'm covering my left eye in a rather comical attempt to not off anyone. I'm (politely) asking people to not look me in the eye but I end up offing quite a few of them anyway. We get out of the building and it's snowing. The robot dude is a kid now. Why? No idea, never figured that part out either. I'm assuming being in the temple-thing the asians were in does that to ya. He says to relax and enjoy the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I would worry about that later, right now my face is mutated and people are dying when I look at them. He says it's okay cause I'm normal again. I look in a conveniently placed mirror, and whadya know. A little ways down, hey, there's Indy and Mary just standing there all casually. They're talking about candles for some reason. The robot-thing says we gotta go and gives (here it comes) a heartfelt goodbye to the two, while James Horner's score "If We Go On" from Land Before Time plays in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, James Horner did the score for my dream. WTF-ed out enough yet? It gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back in and a whole bunch of zombie like things are grabbing the light bulbs. The robot-thing is happy cause the "others" have been found. And I'm like "hold on now, these guys have been missing for centuries and now they're all just magically found? No no no, these guys have to be fake, they're not the right ones." The robot dude realizes that's right and starts panicking. The fact I've figured this out pisses off both the zombies AND the asians (never thought I'd write that) and the zombies say I better rethink saying that because, drumroll, George Gracey is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the fictional owner of the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just standing there, not really seeming to give a crap that me and the robot dude are in trouble, so much as pissed that these zombies/asians are bugging him. A zombie gets out a crazy colorful teapot and says his father never trusted him like his did so now he's going to ... pour some tea? (OMG vengeful zombie.) So the zombie says he'll reconsider this if he helps them find the money somewhere in the temple. (Wait, now there's MONEY involved? At this point I'm wondering what the heck is going on, but still not waking up.) This pisses Gracey off quite a bit who yells "You think this is about money?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm just standing by thinking rational thoughts. "Pssht, of course it's not. Gracey's rich, and not to mention he's a GHOST so what would he do with money anyway?" Quite ironic that I'm thinking these things since I really don't know what's going on at all. He continues on "It was never about the money! I want deity!" &lt;--- Now this right here I'm thinking made it's way into my dream because mom and dad had the TV on when they got up this morning; I'm assuming someone said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I googled deity cause I'm pretty sure that word has never once left my mouth. It means a God or Goddess, or a chunk of land left behind by a wealthy king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently to the ghost, it aint about money, it's about Gods/expensive pieces of land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when he spills that same weird stuff onto them except this time they just melt. I freak out and go running. For some reason, the real "others" are there. We all grab a lightbulb and they all start glowing. This makes the temple shake and crumble and is finally destroyed. Everyone starts cheering and are happy and me? I don't have a clue what's happening. But everyone thanks me and goes home. I'm just kinda left standing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not, at LEAST 30 minutes of blank followed that. I can't believe I slept through that whole -- thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my humorous recounting of last night for you, I'm off to never take drugs before bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2852802941275353601?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2852802941275353601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2852802941275353601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2852802941275353601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2852802941275353601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-epic-dream.html' title='Crazy Epic Dream'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8047111343560033526</id><published>2008-09-30T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:08:23.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Models</title><content type='html'>It's very discouraging to see how many good role models keep going downhill. It's no wonder some kids act the way they do. Michelle Branch was my role model until she posed for Maxim and dropped off the face of the earth. Hilary Duff was my role model until she turned down an upwards of millions of dollars contract, stating it "wasn't enough". Miley Cyrus was my role model until she just started make dumb decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say that, cause I love Miley. I was a Hannah Montana fan before it was popular. You know, that time when people were like "Hannah Montana? What's that?" Yea, remember THOSE days? I was a fan then. And now that Miley's getting older, she's making stupid decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Hannah Montana at the top of it's game? Are you for real? To make a CD? Honey, your fanbase consists of preteens, me and my friends are the odd fans out. Good luck; to be honest, I didn't even catch when your new CD came out. I still haven't seen it or know what it's called. Why? Because Hannah Montana isn't attached to it. Are you upset because you made an ill-conceived choice of posing for Vanity Fair? I tried my best to defend you on that one, I was having a hard time doing so. And went into some serious denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what really set this off though, the ultimate act of a spoiled princess: scheduling your birthday on Disneyland's Gay Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember that episode of Suite Life of Zack and Cody where London plans her birthday over Maddy's, even though her birthday is months away, and refuses to move it? What a jerk, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's life imitating art now. Miley's birthday isn't for a month and a half. And what does she do? Plan it over Gay Days. What a princess! Closing the park early over the only two days they ask for in the whole year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley, I love you, so I say this with the best of intentions: STOP MAKING STUPID CHOICES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8047111343560033526?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8047111343560033526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8047111343560033526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8047111343560033526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8047111343560033526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/09/role-models.html' title='Role Models'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-9084213017474026866</id><published>2008-09-13T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:01:25.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it Out Please!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who I haven't squeed to yet, I am applying for  the Disneyland Internship Program which starts in January. I will still post on this blog, but I have started a new blog specifically for my experiences with the program and getting there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://disneyroadtrip.blogspot.com"&gt;Out of the Briar Patch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-9084213017474026866?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/9084213017474026866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=9084213017474026866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9084213017474026866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9084213017474026866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-it-out-please.html' title='Check it Out Please!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-7057047627255867539</id><published>2008-09-02T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:42:24.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder to Myself</title><content type='html'>Since I've been very up and down about this college internship thing, this is a reminder to myself to NOT PASS IT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going for it. And I've so got it. There's no limit to the amount of students accepted and I hear you're as good as accepted as long as you're friendly and did your homework before calling. NO BACKING OUT!! I'M GOIN FOR IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future's a big place, man. :) Scary, but exciting as all get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7057047627255867539?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7057047627255867539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7057047627255867539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7057047627255867539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7057047627255867539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/09/reminder-to-myself.html' title='Reminder to Myself'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6008669122249988284</id><published>2008-09-02T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:14:11.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long meme is LOOOONG</title><content type='html'>I'm bored :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Where did your last kiss take place? Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Who knows a secret or two about you? My sissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Three words to explain why you last threw up? I was sick :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever burned yourself? Yes, Sharon's alarm went off while I was taking cookies out of the oven. My arm had a scar for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. What's crazy to you? The unpredictability of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? Perhaps one of my coworkers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Would you ever want to be a model? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who do you want to be with right now? My 999 ghosts at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your motivation for tomorrow? youth group night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Last person to hurt you emotionally? My friend Cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last person to make you laugh? One of my cute inclusion kiddies at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you drank? A coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever eaten an insect? The average person swallows 7 spiders in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do daddy long legs freak you out? All bugs do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever cleaned up someone else's vomit? Yes, my first day on the job at the preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever dropped food on the floor and eaten it? Very rarely, and only unless it was damn good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you kiss your pets on the mouth? I can't, he's too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What's your favorite season? Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Would you ever work in a retirement home? No. I'm scared of most old people. (No, really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you believe plants have feelings? No, but they're still living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have nervous twitches? Several. Fixing my glasses, doing stuff with my eyes, and rocking being the most prominant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you ever purposely irritating? Only with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If you could fly, where would you go first? Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Love or lust? Love obviously. (Seriously, who would choose lust?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. One best friend or 10 acquaintances? One best friend. Acquaintances don't come through for you and that would bother me bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite food? Potato skins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you still talk to your first love? Nope. He got into drugs and stuff. (I'd call it more of a crush than love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What upcoming event are you waiting and ready for? DISNEYLAND AT THE END OF SEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Current smell? My favorite one? The musty smell on pirates. The smell right now? The leftover pizza on my desk that I haven't finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you get your nails done? No, I have naturally long nails and I don't like polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Most favorite type of people? Agreeable. (Arguers for the sake of arguing drive me up the wall, as well as those who argue without facts and spurt crap as the truth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What was the last thing you ordered at McDonald's? My usual; double cheeseburger value meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you an emotional person? totally, sometimes too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like your name? Yea. There are others I like more, but I like mine okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you still talk to the last person you kissed? Well, she can't talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have plans this weekend? Goin to visit my nephew and discuss the Disney College Internship with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you get along with your parents? When we both happen to be off our periods, yes. ;) I almost always get along with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What are you listening to right now? Amy Winehouse "You Know I'm No Good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Biggest fear? Weather. Particularly tsunamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. How long have you been a member of Myspace? Maybe like, three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Favorite place to be? DISNEYLAND. Particularly the Haunted Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you have a crush? Indeedy doody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you hate anybody? Nope. Hate's a strong word. There's plenty of people I dislike intensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Does anyone hate you? I don't THINK so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6008669122249988284?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6008669122249988284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6008669122249988284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6008669122249988284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6008669122249988284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-meme-is-loooong.html' title='Long meme is LOOOONG'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-1643473288324739575</id><published>2008-08-31T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:07:25.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Mansion Review</title><content type='html'>One of my haunted mansion boards is looking for a collection of completely unbiased collection of Haunted Mansion movie reviews and is dishing out Dtunes live credits for those who do, so here's my contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it's important to go into this movie with one thing in mind: it's for the fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean you can walk into without being a fan of the ride. You'll miss a lot of funny inside jokes, but you'll get what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted Mansion is clearly for the Doombuggy lover. Nothing is explained, it's assumed that you know who everyone is and how they got that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, why didn't they CATER TO THE FANS THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to tell you I adore this movie, but it IS bad. But it's a great movie... does that make sense? Only to a fan of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the point is that it's a bad movie on its OWN. First timers will be disappointed that not much backstory is given. Long time fans will be disappointed at the complete butchering of the original storyline. Gracey's family background has been completely ignored, Abigail the attic bride is no longer a young white english girl, Leota is no longer the stuffy old gypsy she once was. And Eddi Murphey? 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracey is perhaps the only perfectly cast character in this movie. No one else could have done the job better. I don't know why Meryl Streep is the first name that springs to mind when I think Leota, but the LAST person I think of is Jennifer frikken Tilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have one question for the creators of this movie: how is it that Pirates of the Caribbean, a ride with no storyline at all, spawns one of the greatest trilogies of all time, and Haunted Mansion, the one ride in Disney with the most defined and prominent storyline in the entire park, completely  disregards the story and makes stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL that being said, doombuggy fans will love Haunted Mansion anyway. It's corny, but it has a charm, It's a guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass if you're not a fan. Pass if the butchering of Walt's hand-written story will give you ulcers. Watch it if your a fan who can handle a different view on the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-1643473288324739575?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1643473288324739575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=1643473288324739575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1643473288324739575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1643473288324739575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/haunted-mansion-review.html' title='Haunted Mansion Review'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-9199043026515252963</id><published>2008-08-10T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:00:10.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Please</title><content type='html'>I need opinions on which of these dances looks cleaner and better for a Disney contest. Winner gets to go to the premiere of HSM 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwAyEvUDb_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwAyEvUDb_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-9199043026515252963?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/9199043026515252963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=9199043026515252963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9199043026515252963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9199043026515252963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-please.html' title='Help Please'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4249337220655008356</id><published>2008-08-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:08:25.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute to Archie's Jonah Tantrum</title><content type='html'>I was watching my favorite song ever (In the Belly of a Whale by Newsboys) on youtube, and cracked up when I saw this comment whining about why Veggietales is the devil for "changing god's message".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not the only thing that's wrong with this song and the movie. The movie also depicts Jonah as a psycho wimp at the end, and it's Caleel the worm who has right sense. The Bible does not depict any response from Jonah besides this: "But God said to Jonah, "Do you have a right to be angry about the vine?" "I do," he said. "I am angry enough to die." " -Jonah 4:9 NIV. This does not mean that Jonah had a mental collapse, as is depicted in the film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being angry enough to die isn't having a mental collapse? I don't wanna see what one is then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally pictured Jonah having a lil temper tantrum at the end of the book. Think about it, EVERYTHING written in the bible sounds monotone. (And then God said "I'll kill you all and many lolz will be had." And he was very angry when he said this. ROTFLs 3:10) Obviously Jonah was being a big crybaby up on that hill. He said he'd rather die and be back in the whale then watch the people of Nineveh be forgiven. He whined and cried when a worm ate his weed. Yea, we dunno what Jonah ended up doing eventually, but it's pretty clear he had a meltdown. (Big Idea won forever for getting a cute little gramatically-precise uptight character like Archie to throw a tantrum and have it be believable too anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $6.50 was worth it alone to see Big Idea actually pull off the storyboard of Archie do that lil worm position during his tantrum anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you way underestimate the power of the viewers. I am well aware that the Ninevites did not slap each other with fish, that cheese curls were uninvolved in the story at all, or that Jonah faced the slap of no return. See? I knew that without even looking at the bible, and you could too if you had the IQ of salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you spelled Khalil wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4249337220655008356?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4249337220655008356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4249337220655008356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4249337220655008356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4249337220655008356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/salute-to-archies-jonah-tantrum.html' title='Salute to Archie&apos;s Jonah Tantrum'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-9033719868989541909</id><published>2008-08-06T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:48:45.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well That Was Quick...</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I kinda did that on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down to two that are within walking distance, which will go unnamed here for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's at the old middle school. It's pretty casual and friendly and such and it looks like they do a lot to make a difference instead of blowing smoke. I like that idea. The only thing I don't like is the non-traditional church setting. Bothers me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is pretty close and non-denomination to boot. I like that idea a lot. Their website gives off the idea of being a bit more severe and less casual though, and I'd be a lot more scared walking right into their church rather than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda started running around in circles wondering which one to choose when I thought maybe I should just try both and see which one I like better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do most people do that? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-9033719868989541909?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/9033719868989541909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=9033719868989541909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9033719868989541909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9033719868989541909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-that-was-quick.html' title='Well That Was Quick...'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6238107714178853364</id><published>2008-08-06T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:09:24.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Friends</title><content type='html'>They're all so emo. Every last one of em. It hasn't hindered my new bought of happiness, but it's still kinda annoying that everyone's always so unhappy. I wanna be able to talk to to someone who's in as good a mood as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a church I can go to every sunday around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6238107714178853364?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6238107714178853364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6238107714178853364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6238107714178853364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6238107714178853364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/emo-friends.html' title='Emo Friends'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8511681240621179267</id><published>2008-08-04T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:00:50.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fate of the Votes Lies With the Joker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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I was pretty sick and they gave me two at work (after I asked if it was safe and they still said yes) and got very confused. Started hearing and seeing things, got extremely tired, I'd get scared for no reason throughout the day, I couldn't understand what people were saying to me, and when I got home from work I flopped on the couch and crashed for about three hours. I don't understand why anyone would wanna get high after experiencing that. It was awful. Waking up was the worst part. I think I'll stick to motrin from now on, thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something worked out with the timing though I guess (wouldn't dare to try it again, but hey) because it was the best sleep I'd had in months. Sick or not. I've been having really messed up dreams (by messed up I mean non-sensical dreams that leave me exhausted when I wake up) for the last few months and it's been driving me crazy. I hadn't slept through the night in ages, I've been tossing and turning, and just can't quiet my thoughts down at night. I've tried everything in the book. Going to bed earlier, having a cup of tea and reading a book before bed, not lying in bed when I can't sleep, doing mundane activities to get me tired, but still I'd get exhausting dreams and couldn't sleep through the night. It was getting to the point where I was including in my nightly prayer to just PLEASE let me have one night of dreamless sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Friday night was great. I slept through the entire night, didn't toss and turn, didn't dream, got up at a decent hour and woke up actually feeling rested. (A feeling I wasn't sure I could have anymore, perhaps because I'm just not a morning person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's weird is I've also noticed myself rocking less and less since Friday. I tend to rock when I stand and it drives my mom nuts. Not rocking really bothers me though, so I looked it up online. I guess rocking they say is soothing because it mimics our heartbeats. Every site I looked up said it was also an insecurity issue. Which I found strange. Insecure? I don't THINK I'm insecure about anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit over the last few months I've been REALLY scared about going back to my 7th grade days. Those days where I was kinda going through a bitchy, sorta depressed state without even realizing it. I suppose the trick is I'm more aware of it now and have the tools to take care of it. (Thanks to Sean Covey.) The reason I started fearing this was happening was just because of my mood in general. Me and mom were starting to butt heads a bit more than usual, I wasn't really getting quite as excited about things as I used to be, the little things in life weren't making me giddy like they used to. Candy's dad started taking to calling me a "stress-muffin". I was kinda starting to get bored with life and nothing was quite as exciting as I used to think it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda started thinking about some things. And call me a bible-thumper, a religious pansy, whatever you want, I don't care. But the point is I think what happened is I haven't been paying as much attention to my relationship with God as I should be lately. And to be honest, that was part of what got me out of my 7th grade funk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a silly story to convert people, it's MY story. Find whatever religion (or lack thereof) that works for YOU to make you happy. I believe in that message strongly, so this story is very real, not a "LOLOL GO FIND JESUS NAO" story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the end of 7th grade after reading Sean Covey's book, I decided out of the blue to try a lil experiment. I went to Margaret's church with her one saturday night. I REALLY enjoyed myself. There was something really nice about being welcomed in with open arms, having fun with people I'd never even met before, and feeling like I belonged to something. And not just belonging, JUST belonging is what makes a cult. Belonging because you share an idea with a group of people of your own free will makes a religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was kinda it. It really was the point I decided to start thinking about believing in God. (Not that I DIDN'T believe before. I wasn't an atheist, but I wasn't RELIGIOUS per-say, either. I simply didn't think about it, or care very much. My basic belief fell under "I'll find out when I die I guess.") I started reading the bible a lil more and finally decided religion was something worth trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically remember that being the turning point in my life. I stopped being depressed all the time and started having more fun. I started appreciating more and more the little things that were being given to me in life and enjoying the one-time gift God gave me sincerely, instead of doing a fake dance of happy throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something, sadly, that I've kept with me, but been neglecting over I'd say the last two and a half years. I used to pray to God every morning during the moment of silence and every night, (which I do, but no longer on weekends when friends are over or I've been out late and such.) I used to be really conscious of God being there with me all the time and giving me strength to continue being as optimistic as I am. I've noticed that while I'm still acknowledging that I have a relationship with God, the only time I've been thinking about Him is when I realize I've forgotten to pay Him a visit, or when I'm thinking how disappointed He must be in me for feeling so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started thinking about Him a lot more lately and building my relationship back up with Him. And let me tell ya, it's a LOT less of a lonely feeling. I feel loved and watched all the time now instead of just when I'm with my family or friends. I feel it when I'm alone now too. And there's no love like God's love, so it's been really warm and fuzzy since I've really seriously got him back into my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made this weekend great is I've gotten back into an old habit I had in 8th grade: sitting at my computer, playing simple, cute lil board, card, racing, football, ANYTHING games, listening to my old Itunes music, lighting an incense cone, and sipping on a coke or apple juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sean Covey's book, he said the only way to make all the life habits come together and work to make your life happy is to pay close attention to the 7th habit: sharpen the saw. In 8th grade, computer games, music, and incense were my "sharpen the saw" time. It's something I just kinda stopped doing one day for some reason. I've gotten back into it and it makes me extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hit with a case of nostalgia this weekend too. I decided to watch Jonah: A Veggietales Movie on friday for the first time in a while. I watched the Big Idea tour and looked through some of my old drawings and letters, and Sari even came over Saturday afternoon to make me a replacement "WE (WILL) DID FINISH THIS MOVIE!!" sign that I had as an homage to Big Idea way back when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I WAAAAY digress, but yea, I've stopped rocking, I've reinstated my connection with God, and I sleep through the night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was bugging me so much? Um, good question, I dunno. I just know I was sitting here playing a computer board game and suddenly became so overcome with happiness, I thought I might cry. And I know that I'll be happy for a LOOOONG time following this too. I mean, years ahead, this is a long term happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm not sick anymore and simply enjoying my health a great deal now? Was I just hit with the overwhelming nostalgia feeling from hearing Second Chances while playing Hoyle Board Games? Did I just remember that I need to hit the pause button on life and relax once in a while? Is my reinstated relationship with God just giving me that overwhelming happiness back once again? I think it's a combination of all those, but really, whatever the reason is, I don't care. I dunno what was bothering me in my life, and I dunno what suddenly took it away, but I don't care, point is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi's back, bitch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(Happier than ever) Chi &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Okay, so this turned into WAY longer of a post than I meant it to be. It was just gonna be a joke about "lolol meds make you happy" but I started and realized I needed to write it all down. Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7765217325308522084?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7765217325308522084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7765217325308522084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7765217325308522084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7765217325308522084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/08/ecstatic-happiness.html' title='Ecstatic Happiness?'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4762343247525697962</id><published>2008-07-31T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:41:50.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Tales from the Inclusion Room</title><content type='html'>B: Veggietaaaaales.... Veggietaaaales....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: I love that show, B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Me too! Who's your favorite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Archie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: You're silly Chi! Bob's the best one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit: *laughs* You guys can't talk about Veggietales in school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit: Because it's religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Fruittaaaaales....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4762343247525697962?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4762343247525697962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4762343247525697962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4762343247525697962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4762343247525697962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-tales-from-inclusion-room.html' title='More Tales from the Inclusion Room'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-36694724048313024</id><published>2008-07-28T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:55:24.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!</title><content type='html'>While my new skin IS made of several copious amounts of win, that's not why I directed you here. I did it to tell you to go see YOUR blog. Do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did you know you have the same B-day as Beatrix Potter??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-36694724048313024?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/36694724048313024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=36694724048313024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/36694724048313024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/36694724048313024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3408342039032725441</id><published>2008-07-28T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:03:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To High School Musical Haters</title><content type='html'>There's a big difference between not liking High School Musical, and being a hater. (Going on to youtube videos and spamming DIS SUX over and over for example.) Bear that in mind as you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rant comes about because the HSM 3 trailer is out, and the spam is going wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just have one thing to say to the haters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate on HSM as much as you want and spam DIS SUX over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But HSM is STILL more popular than you are or ever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose anymore hair over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3408342039032725441?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3408342039032725441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3408342039032725441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3408342039032725441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3408342039032725441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-high-school-musical-haters.html' title='To High School Musical Haters'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3587319926682121578</id><published>2008-07-20T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:30:56.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird... It's a plane... No! It's a parent rant!</title><content type='html'>Me and Cherry went to see Dark Knight today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It -- was -- AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I came into it with not very high hopes. I was a wee bit peeved that people were talking about giving Heath Ledger an Oscar before ANYONE HAD EVEN SEEN THE MOVIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the movie's out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, NOW you can have an Oscar buzz. Because he undoubtedly deserves one. Not because he died, but because he gave a riveting performance. Heath had a huge hand in developing his character, and the Joker is like no other villain in any other movie out there. He creeped you the heck out, he wasn't screwing around, he makes YOU the villain by making you choose between taking your life or someone else's. One such example would be when he traps two groups of people on two different boats and gives them each a detonator for the bomb on the other boat. He then tells each of them that if one of them sets the bomb off and kills everyone on the other boat, he'll let them live. But if no one sets off either bomb, he'll set them BOTH off. Holy crap, this guy doesn't mess around, he makes YOU the villain. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was actually a good movie. DAMN good. I loved it. Where does the rant come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN -- EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell, parents of America? Let me make this clear for you in case you didn't get it: the Batman CARTOON is for kids. This movie, who's main poster looks like THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SIPKnKyQRNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E3X2LfCIXTM/s1600-h/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SIPKnKyQRNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E3X2LfCIXTM/s320/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225242766938752210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS NOT. DUH. Please, mankind, use your better judgement. Does that look a movie you should probably hire a sitter for? It sure does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here in my seat cringing, waiting as the Joker's about to completely slice someone's face off, I'm squeezing Charity's hand to death, and not one parent is leaning over to cover their child's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say the violence wasn't done up too bad really, and that's because this movie was about the plot and not about the violence. I like a superhero movie that can recognize that. Having said that, the plot is going to call for someone to get killed or hurt once in a while. So the violence was "tastefully" done for lack of a better word. It still wasn't appropriate for CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a bit saddened to see that as a guy holds a knife up to someone, about to cut their face off, and says in the most sinister voice ever "WHY SO SERIOUS.... LET'S PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE.", not one kid gets scared or cringes or freaks out. Well done America, violence doesn't even move our kids anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rant is solely on the kids, as I said, the movie itself was great, and a little violence here and there is necessary for the plot. I personally liked being scared throughout the course of the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reaction it was SUPPOSED to give everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the 6 year old behind me clapped and laughed loudly every time someone got punched or shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3587319926682121578?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3587319926682121578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3587319926682121578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3587319926682121578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3587319926682121578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-bird-its-plane-no-its-parent-rant.html' title='It&apos;s a bird... It&apos;s a plane... No! It&apos;s a parent rant!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SIPKnKyQRNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E3X2LfCIXTM/s72-c/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6303281202205002407</id><published>2008-07-16T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:43:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Reetee Land</title><content type='html'>B: There's only one thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: What's the one thing, B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I dunno. Ask me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B was not a big fan of doing her work today. Promises of candy work well for getting kids back to their seats, despite us not being allowed to give any,  as reetees will toddle over for the promise of said candy, and promptly forget why they came over in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T's favorite thing to do is play in the rice box. Her second favorite thing to do is throw it at any reetee who screams, which is 80% of the sped department. Picking up the individual grains gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B decided to be a fireman today, and came over to spray me with a pretend hose. This made J scream at the top of his lungs and dash over to furiously "clean" me with his vacuum yelling I'm "unclean" and occasionally "unholy". This caused L to shriek, dash into my bag, and run off with my cars Address Book. Which caused T to roll around on the floor in a blanket and shriek like a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is easy in special ed land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6303281202205002407?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6303281202205002407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6303281202205002407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6303281202205002407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6303281202205002407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/adventures-in-reetee-land.html' title='Adventures in Reetee Land'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2309794813790194212</id><published>2008-07-12T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:51:13.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Memories With Sissy</title><content type='html'>10 - The first time we ever stayed home alone over night together, Sissy bought me a Sailor Moon video and sweets galore. We sat in mommy's bed and watched it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Playing the Harry Potter card game in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - The first week at her new dorm at the U of A, she let me come and sleepover. We watched Harry Potter, played on the computer, and dodged cockroaches, but it didn't matter; she was the coolest person ever simply because she had her own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - We couldn't get to sleep one christmas night, so we wrote "I Saw Daddy Slapping Santa Clause" and kept yelling "God bless us, EVERY OOPS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - We watched London Broil together at the Renaissance festival, and then got their autographs on our new shirts afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - We went to dinner at Little Anthony's and then she gave me a surprise viewing of Scrooge at the gaslight, and bought me a Grandma Tony's pizza despite the fact we just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I came to visit her for a few days for my birthday, expecting a cookie cake and a rental movie, but we ended up going to Disneyland for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - On weekends we would "camp out" in the living room together and watch Snick, specifically Kenan and Kel. Every time I watch it today it reminds me of Sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - When she found out I wanted to major in political science, she started crying. Now I'm an education major... Sorry to dissapoint, sissy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Before I left for Sea World camp, Sissy checked out the rules, their program, what we would be doing, made phone calls, sent emails, and all that stuff to make sure I would be happy there. And once I was there, she sent me emails like nuts. It was nice to come back to the dorms from the fish house and see them on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love j00!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2309794813790194212?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2309794813790194212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2309794813790194212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2309794813790194212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2309794813790194212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-ten-memories-with-sissy.html' title='Top Ten Memories With Sissy'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8295457480115297784</id><published>2008-07-11T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:56:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ph33r the mad Web Skilz00rs</title><content type='html'>Do me a favor, wouldja? Doesn't matter who you are, if you're reading this, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=9ad24b003e36ab96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Wall-E bot. I made him last night using a ridiculous amount of research, javascript, and all that jazz. He's also a brand new bot, and thus, incredibly stupid. That's where you come in. Click on the link and talk to him for a little bit, wouldja? I see all conversations people have with him and can edit his responses if he says something stupid to you. He can't get any smarter if people don't talk to him though, so help me out! Ask him any questions at all, discuss Raptor Jesus, Mudkipz, the meaning of life, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8295457480115297784?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8295457480115297784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8295457480115297784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8295457480115297784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8295457480115297784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/ph33r-mad-web-skilz00rs.html' title='Ph33r the mad Web Skilz00rs'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-7562588217848187209</id><published>2008-07-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:06:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Product From Buy N Large!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SHbOQLsH7xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0oY276f5Cgs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SHbOQLsH7xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0oY276f5Cgs/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221587595393756946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Pixar, you never fail to crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy N Large is the fictional company from Pixar's Wall-E. BnL makes everything 700 years into to the future, and I do mean everything. Wall-E himself is a BnL product. (Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pixar launched a website to promote the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BnL IS fictional, but would you EVER guess that from looking at their website?? &lt;a href="http://buynlarge.com"&gt;Buynlarge.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixar, I love you dearly. But your message of anti-consumerism after making this ridiculously intricate website just to promote your movie is just silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious as hell though. And quite an interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No articles on Wall-E though, sorry. BnL doesn't start work on him until they fuck up the planet 100 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7562588217848187209?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7562588217848187209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7562588217848187209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7562588217848187209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7562588217848187209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/newest-product-from-buy-n-large.html' title='The Newest Product From Buy N Large!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SHbOQLsH7xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0oY276f5Cgs/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-7556350413538239905</id><published>2008-07-02T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:20:10.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E Review</title><content type='html'>Okay Sari, you got your wish, I'm finally going to write an official review of Wall-E for you, only because there's a site having a contest for it right now. Anyone else who is interested or just likes to laugh at the dumb things I say, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wall-E is one of those movies where it's almost a waste of a time to write a review because you know it's AWESOME. It's Pixar, after all. And Pixar rules all. Before I go on with what I'm about to say here, let's get one thing straight: I loved the HELL out of Wall-E. It was a fantastic journey into a genre I otherwise wouldn't be interested in and it was memorable and more real than most live-action movies today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the first word that pops into my head when I think of this movie is "creepy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixar has single-handedly taken one of the greatest musicals of all time, and gave their songs a haunting tone simply by putting them in Wall-E. In the opening sequence of the movie, you can faintly hear "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" tuning in and out as Wall-E drives on- and off-screen. If you come in to the movie knowing the basic plot, that all humans have left the now uninhabitable earth, you're going to be creeped out by this. The score as the camera rolls back and shows you all the damage that's been done, it's ridiculous. You might be even more creeped out as the movie progresses and you discover the kind of life humans are leading 700 years into the future. Where walking, talking, and playing are things of the past and humans hardly resemble humans anymore, emotionally, not just physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that creeps me out the most is how well they put you in Wall-E's place. Wall-E continues doing what he's made for, cleaning up and well aware he's the last "living" thing on the planet. (Or, more appropriately, the last thing to posses a soul.) Wall-E clings to the only link to the past he has: a videotape of the famous musical "Hello Dolly", and when he sits in his trailer and watches the people on the screen dance, you sort of get the chills, now realizing that Pixar isn't messing around: in this world, humans will never inhabit earth like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That also being said, it's the creepiness that makes it work. Despite the lack of dialogue, the scary concept of the plot is what keeps you paying attention. The idea of humans no longer living, but simply surviving, is enough to throw dialogue out the window and still hold your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of it all, this movie beats out Happy Feet any day, because the plot is focused, it stays in one place, and it doesn't jam the message down your throat. Quite the contrary, the romantic subplot downplays the hardcore message quite a bit; saving the world becomes secondary to the power of holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E is a character that is more real than most live-action, human characters who actually posses a mouth. It's something difficult to describe, you'd simply have to see the movie to understand what I mean by that. Even beforehand, however, it's not hard to find something to love in Wall-E. (Come on, a sweet lovable robot who happens to love Hello Dolly? It's the greatest concept since Sailor Stars' Mia's obsession with Johnny Cash.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much more without giving it away, but take it at this: Wall-E is a masterpiece, no matter what age. See it, and understand why some things can't be explained in a movie review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7556350413538239905?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7556350413538239905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7556350413538239905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7556350413538239905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7556350413538239905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/wall-e-review.html' title='Wall-E Review'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6316496101287686134</id><published>2008-07-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:03:30.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Memories With My Mommy and Daddy</title><content type='html'>10 - Mom woke up one day over the last summer and went "Let's go to Disneyland". We hadn't talked or planned or anything and we just left that morning. It was AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Dad took me to my first ever Sidewinders game (then known as the Torros) and got me a big ol' helmet full of ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - I finally used the key words "Route 66" to get mom to see Cars with me and she loved it! I even THEN convinced her to see Ratatouille with me. And we loved them both. (Maybe I can convince her to let me take her to her first drivein and see Wall-E ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Daddy came in a few years ago and said Temple of Doom was on USA. We sat and watched it together (my first Indy movie viewing!) while dad made fun of Shorty's accent the whole time. Still laughing thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Mom sat and showed me how to latchhook with a pattern. And promptly dropped her jaw and asked what the heck was wrong with me when I made a butterfly with NO pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Daddy took me to see EVERY Pokemon movie until they stopped, and instead we started going to EVERY Pixar movie together opening weekend. (Sorry, can't see it with you yet, I'm going with my daddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - "Hey Mom? Whado you think is in that lighthouse?" "....Lucky Chaaaarms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Daddy took me to a Hilary Clinton ralley. Knowing how important this was to me, he braved a three hour line, in the heat, with the rednecks behind us flapping their gums only to hear a candidate talk about stuff only I gave a crap about. You rock, daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - I stepped out of the square in the Tower of Terror waiting room. Some idiot turns around and goes "you need to be in the square!" Mom promptly puts him in his place by saying "Don't you talk to mah babeh!!" in her eastcoast philly voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Daddy took me to the planetarium pretty much anytime mom was away. We'd talk astronomy, conspiracies, and philosophy. Like every father and daughter, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6316496101287686134?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6316496101287686134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6316496101287686134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6316496101287686134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6316496101287686134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-ten-memories-with-my-mommy-and.html' title='Top Ten Memories With My Mommy and Daddy'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-7789007384079528090</id><published>2008-06-17T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:38:05.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah Dude...</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have the power to make whole fanfictions disappear. Before putting up my own story last night, I went in search of some to read so I could get a lil inspiration. (No luck; for once I happen to be the first one to put up something decent.) I came across one who's summary was very deceitful in making me think the story wouldn't be a piece of crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... it was about my favorite lil bushbaby... Well, let's say it was more like watching the Discovery Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really! It wasn't like watching playboy or something, it was literally like reading a frikken Zoobook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy did I let him have it in the review box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that IS what the review box is for, and it ultimately is abused and ignored for its intended purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I said in a nutshell... I hope you can take this advice in the spirit I'm giving it and not pass it off as a flame right away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I let him have it: the subject matter is WEIRD, it has nothing to do with Kung Fu Panda, you have no reason for the audience to keep reading, your grasp on plot is loose at best. And I added at the end just to be nice that that the writing flows nice, so he has potential, so don't quit writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was at 3 am. It's now 11:30 am and the fic's been deleted since 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining that the abomination is now gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently I don't know my own strength :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4329319/1/Midnight_Snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go read MY fic. It's a cute lil oneshot that won't take much of your time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I focused really hard on my prose here for some reason... I was really going for something that sounded pretty and I think it turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7789007384079528090?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7789007384079528090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7789007384079528090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7789007384079528090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7789007384079528090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/woah-dude.html' title='Woah Dude...'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8638457035463274400</id><published>2008-06-14T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:04:47.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Signature For Just About Everything...</title><content type='html'>Because I like showing off my mad graphic skillz00rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SFSUx4xL0OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_H5RM7GRbvo/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SFSUx4xL0OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_H5RM7GRbvo/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211954253547688162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8638457035463274400?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8638457035463274400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8638457035463274400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8638457035463274400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8638457035463274400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-signature-for-just-about.html' title='My New Signature For Just About Everything...'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SFSUx4xL0OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_H5RM7GRbvo/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4574164737387365347</id><published>2008-06-13T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:36:46.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Princess "Controversy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SFLLRq0DIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HsY_3JCGaBs/s1600-h/d-frog-princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SFLLRq0DIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HsY_3JCGaBs/s200/d-frog-princess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211451223231898386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, let me start by saying I am WAY excited for The Frog Princess!! Not only will Disney be reverting to their tradition of taking classic fairy tails, 2D animation, and songs throughout, but they're doing my favorite fairy tale of ALL TIME!! How cool is that gonna be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's not gonna be as enjoyable as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Disney's first black princess. HOLD THE PHONE. I do NOT have a problem with this!! None whatsoever. In fact, I didn't even blink when they mentioned it, because as I've said, there is no black and white, there's dark to light with variations. Skin color is such a trivial thing to me that it would be like Disney stating she will be the first Disney Princess to have green eyes. I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE PICTURE has been released of Maddy, and people are already going apeshit. Oh wait.... her name's not MADDY anymore, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, people complained that the name was stereotypically lower class black, and she's a chambermaid to top it all off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINDERELLA ANYONE?? She's named after CINDERS for god's sake! She has a stereotypical lower class name, and she's a chambermaid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Chi!" you may say, "The BIG difference is that Cinderella was WHITE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then YOU, my friend, are the racist one. Because you are giving the color of people's skin WAY too much thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But CHI!" you may persist, "Black people were SLAVES, and THAT'S why the chambermaid thing is bad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what REALLY rubs me the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I'm so sick of hearing how the white people enslaved black people. THAT'S NOT TRUE!! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; didn't do ANYTHING to you. Yes, a long long time ago, a group of white people did that. You know what else happened a long long time ago? The Holocaust. And a class I took about two years ago revealed that I have a lot of traits that would send me and most of my friends right into the fires back then. So should I be offended by ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING THAT'S GERMAN IN THIS WORLD NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes that rant again: there are certain black people that whine about being treated as equally as white people, YET THEY THROW A STINK OVER A DISNEY PRINCESS BEING BLACK!! If it were a white person with a low-class name being a chambermaid (which HAS HAPPENED BEFORE), no one would blink an eye. THEY WANT TO BE TREATED EQUALLY, YET THEY DEMAND SPECIAL TREATMENT FOR BEING BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, it scares me how the tables are turned. As Americans, we see black as the ones getting all the racism, but it REALLY is starting to turn around. I mean LOOK AT THIS!! A black person can basically say WHATEVER they want, but white people need to tread sooooo carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Go google up reports about businesses who choose black people over white people because they're scared of being deemed "racist". Go google up the story about a black student who was denied admission to Harvard, and SUED until they were forced to give him admission because he claimed they were being racist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us all to be treated equally too, and to me, that doesn't mean SPECIAL TREATMENT TO BLACK PEOPLE TO MAKE UP FOR IT. As I've said, I have NOTHING to make up for. I, nor my father, nor my grandfather, nor my GREAT grandfather enslaved ANYONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey here's an interesting tidbit: I have this scar on my back that's characteristic of slaves that can be passed down several generations. My parents aren't completely sure, but we think that means someone in our lineage at some point was a slave. Do I get special treatment? Nope. Cause I'm white. Do I WANT special treatment anyway? Nope. Because if I have to sue over "racism" to get myself into a school, I'd be a lame person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQUAL -- TREATMENT -- FOR ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want. Racism isn't gone, it's simply being flipped on it's side. NO SPECIAL TREATMENT FOR EITHER SIDE. EQUALITY FOR ONCE, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you on the edge of your seat wondering what Maddy's name got changed to, it's Tiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE THAT'S NOT MORE STEREOTYPICALLY BLACK THAN MADDY AT AAAAALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the bottom line: Disney, GO FOR IT. If people want to boycott your movie, so be it. You don't want racist people seeing your movies anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4574164737387365347?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4574164737387365347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4574164737387365347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4574164737387365347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4574164737387365347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/disney-princess-controversy.html' title='Disney Princess &quot;Controversy&quot;'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/SFLLRq0DIxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HsY_3JCGaBs/s72-c/d-frog-princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-7139841180657277474</id><published>2008-06-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:34:09.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck Yea</title><content type='html'>I have two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAGASCAR 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Dreamworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7139841180657277474?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7139841180657277474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7139841180657277474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7139841180657277474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7139841180657277474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/heck-yea.html' title='Heck Yea'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-122555654729109954</id><published>2008-06-04T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:29:51.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From MSNBC News: Obama Seals Historic Nomination</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only people had voted this year actually EDUCATED on the issues, I'd consider it a victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop voting because people look or sound cool, capishe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends yesterday were like "Hilary can't hold down a marriage, what makes you think she can hold down a presidency LOL???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's hearsay my friends, meaning, it's not true; you heard mommy and daddy say it and then agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to vote by what mommy and daddy said this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a rally Hilary gave at the U of A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to both candidates websites to read up on their stance on the issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid very close attention to all debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched people SLAM Hilary to death for being a woman, but oh don't you DARE slam Obama cause that makes you a RAC1ST!!1!!shift1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the distinct feeling... that if we voted on the issues only, Hilary would be a winner this year. Why DON'T we vote that way? I say to hell with debates and campaigning and mudslinging. You get a bunch of blanked out names. No race, no gender, no face to put to the issues. You get a list of WHERE THESE PEOPLE STAND ON THE ISSUES, AND THEN VOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only find one thing people could possibly complain about: ya wouldn't know if it's a woman or a black man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sexism is way under-prioritized compared to racism. I don't wanna be ignorant and say racism is a thing of the past; but I do have to say that the level to what things we consider "racist" are ridiculous. Activists for racism want us to treat them normally, yet when I dare to say anything about Obama, it's racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no beef with the color of Obama's skin, let's make that perfectly clear. I've seen enough people in my life to learn that there is no black or white, there's dark colored to light colored with variations in the middle. A judge of character? No way. I would still think Obama was full of crap if he was a white man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still think Hilary was awesome if she were a man as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl, and I'll be honest, I DO expect different, not-so-equal treatment from men, because it's CLASSIC courtesy that's been around forever. I expect men to hold doors, pull out chairs, and say "ladies first". To be honest, it's a HUGE turn-on for me; I love that in a guy: classic politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, do I expect special treatment for Hilary because she's a girl? No. If you bash on her, does that automatically make you sexist? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new age, and I DO want to be treated like any other guy would (save from the things mentioned above). Sorry guys, it's not a men's world anymore. One of my favorite movies is Cars. I like to read comic books. I play video games and know as much about them  as any GUY nerd would. I have a stack of pokemon cards in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great that we can live in a world where girls can DO this sort of thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But play football and become the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hear one more person say it's because "girls run on their emotions", I'll explode. Let's reverse that stereotype into ANOTHER stereotype: guys run on the 'let's be tough and rugged!!' show-no-weakness thing that got us into the war we find ourselves faced with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that Obama doesn't want to withdrawl from in a timely manner DESPITE THIS COUNTRY'S GROWING COMPLAINTS ABOUT NOT DOING SO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've elected Bush twice now and now we're screwing ourselves over again with the war. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T BOTHER TO LEARN ABOUT THE ISSUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now faced with a problem many democrats will be faced with this  election: to vote for Obama, or to vote for McCain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't like either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, my friends, is why democracy is bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that it's the government we're trying to put in Iraq. Cause democracy is the ONLY way, right? Democracy's flawless, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the government and their "OMG COMMUNISTS!" bullcrap all over again. Seriously, I took a class on this last year, you'd be surprised to see ho many similarities there are between this war and the Cold War and WWII. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes for this year no matter WHO gets the nomination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Get the hell out of Iraq. No, forget any comeback to that. Shut up and get them out. Let them build their own government, because I think we've just proven that democracy aint all that great. If a dictatorship arises, so be it. Apparently it works for them. We're not the world superheroes, GET EM OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Quit whining and throwing your hands in the air wondering why people aren't finishing school and getting good jobs. I'll answer that for you: TUITION IS CRAP. It's TOO expensive and TOO hard to get financial aid. Take that money out of the war and put it towards COLLEGES so we can GO TO SCHOOL!! (Hilary was gonna do that, so who knows if they will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Get OUT of people's personal lives. GET THE HELL OUT OF EM. Stop talking about gay marriage and abortion and what your kids are allowed to eat at school. Seriously, knock that crap off. There's for more important things going on in the world, not to mention that stuff is not my business, not my fellow americans' business, and CERTAINLY, NOT &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; BUSINESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Kill No Child Left Behind, kill it with FIRE. My first graders are all mindless repeat-back-to-you machines thanks to it. GET RID OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Most important than anything else: CLEAN UP THE MESS. Get us away from all these outside messes and start focusing on problems RIGHT HERE IN AMERICA. Forget Iraq, forget Iran, forget Korea. Cut the crap and start worrying about OUR country. Cause that's what we elected you yo do and that's what those country's leaders do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for this to become a novel, but, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: if you're reading this, stop, and go read the candidates website on the issues so you can know what the hell you're voting for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-122555654729109954?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/122555654729109954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=122555654729109954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/122555654729109954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/122555654729109954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-msnbc-news-obama-seals-historic.html' title='From MSNBC News: Obama Seals Historic Nomination'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4650662811293111014</id><published>2008-06-01T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:48:05.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Redneck in Me?</title><content type='html'>HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me well knows my grudge against rednecks, having lived in sea of right-winged trailer-trash-Joe rednecks for upwards of 15 years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I goin a little SOUTHERN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say you wouldn't have to look very hard to find out I'm a western girl. I love and know everything about the rodeo parade, I have a soft spot for animals, I'm a shorts-wearing, Roxy-toting, Route 66 girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now somehow I have found myself going southern. (NO, not because I love the movie Cars. It's reverse: I'm into Cars BECAUSE I'm into southern stuff lately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I watched Indycar Racing the other day. I watched for a minute or so expecting to lose interest quickly and just got HOOKED. Nascar was even MORE awesome. My grampa's a nascar-addict, so maybe I get it from him, but I thought it was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ALWAYS been into New Orleans style stuff; anyone who knows vaguely who I am knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I HATE most country music, (mostly because I'm sick of hearing singers whine about losing their jobs, cars, girlfriends, whatever.)  but I'm way into Dixie Chicks, Sheryl Crow, Rascal Flats, and Tim McGraw lately. Seriously, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a California girl forever, but what the hell's up with these weird Southern Bell thing that's popped up all of the sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that Popop would be awfully proud of himself if he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4650662811293111014?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4650662811293111014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4650662811293111014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4650662811293111014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4650662811293111014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/06/redneck-in-me.html' title='The Redneck in Me?'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6163652882132009429</id><published>2008-05-31T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:52:47.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Meme is LOOOOOOOONG</title><content type='html'>***The Who’s***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Was The Last Person You Talked To?&lt;br /&gt;Dad. He came out of the room asking what the hell I was doing up at... 10:30 am. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Was The Last Person You Were With, Besides Family?&lt;br /&gt;My best bud Charity :) We went to see Indy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Knows The Most About You?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh geez... Probably Sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Is Your Favorite Band, Rapper, Singer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Can Make You Laugh No Matter What?&lt;br /&gt;Does it have to be a person I know personally? :P Cause I gotta say, Chef Ramsey is the one I turn to for a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Can You Always Count On?&lt;br /&gt;My sissy! :) And my good buddy Sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Is or Was Your Favorite Teacher In School?&lt;br /&gt;Schippers from VHS and Mrs. Jensen and Mr. Schmidt from EHS. They made ever-lasting impacts on my life :) And mom will ALWAYS be my favvy (former) teacher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Is Your Crush?&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Grabeel and Shia Labeouf! As for real life, PATRICK CASEY, AND PROUD TO ADMIT IT. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Loves You?&lt;br /&gt;Umm..... God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The What’s***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Song At The Moment?&lt;br /&gt;Aw crap... I hafta say.... Sheryl Crow's "Real Gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Color?&lt;br /&gt;Pink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Website Do You Visit Most?&lt;br /&gt;FanFiction.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;Right now? Cars and Indiana Jones. Of all time? High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Makes You Mad?&lt;br /&gt;Being unable to depend on people, or people who take and take and never give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind Of Phone Do You Have?&lt;br /&gt;A boring cheapest-model-available red samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Was The Last Song You Listened To?&lt;br /&gt;Vertigo by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The When’s***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You Went To The Mall? &lt;br /&gt;Two days ago with Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Did You Talk To Your Crush Last?&lt;br /&gt;Not for about three weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Do or Did You Graduate?&lt;br /&gt;I graduated exactly one year ago from last week and I graduate exactly one year from last week..... woah, trippy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Is The Next Time You’ll Do Something Fun?&lt;br /&gt;Today, hopefully. Off to the mall and AJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You Ate or Drank Something?&lt;br /&gt;Last night; it was Mac and cheese and a soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Is Your Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;April 18th. (I like the 'every year' response, Sari :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was The Last Time You Went To The Movies?&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago; me and Cherry saw Indy. (for the second time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Was Your First Kiss?&lt;br /&gt;At my prom, but it was a peck on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Were You In The Car Last?&lt;br /&gt;What's with these questions :P Yesterday, picking up a pizza with dad. (I DROVE!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will You Be 21?&lt;br /&gt;4/18/2010 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will You Be Taking Your Next Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;To my knowledge? In October me and my friends to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The Where’s***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Live?&lt;br /&gt;In the mid-section of a lime-green python.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Is The Best Place To Be?&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Was Your Last Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You Born?&lt;br /&gt;.....DISNEY--*SHOT* Canton, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Want To Live?&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND!! *shot again* San Diego, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Was The Last Place Your Were Besides Your Own House?&lt;br /&gt;Magpie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do You Think You’ll Be In 10 Years?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully training birds at Sea World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Is Your Cell Phone?&lt;br /&gt;Beats me. Probably still in my purse in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Are Your Parents?&lt;br /&gt;Asleep in their room. (At 11:00 am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You 24 Hours Ago? &lt;br /&gt;Still asleep :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6163652882132009429?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6163652882132009429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6163652882132009429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6163652882132009429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6163652882132009429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-meme-is-loooooooong.html' title='Long Meme is LOOOOOOOONG'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3964628102181117894</id><published>2008-05-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:03:19.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad, You'll Like This One ;)</title><content type='html'>Okay, so before you all go branding me crazy, let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is a very popular custom on youtube to take a dramatic and/or totally serious scene from a movie, show, or whatever, speed it up, and put it to Yakety Sax in order to further prove that the song, does indeed, make everything funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is simply me jumping on the bandwagon and finally making one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably like this one, dad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUOYWTgd8bs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3964628102181117894?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3964628102181117894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3964628102181117894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3964628102181117894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3964628102181117894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/dad-youll-like-this-one.html' title='Dad, You&apos;ll Like This One ;)'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-492585421513012340</id><published>2008-05-20T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:41:20.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficcyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Yay for Summer! Summer means inspiration hits a 11 at night and you're able to get up right away and write your idea out because YOU DON'T HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here ya go, some mindless Cars fluff by yours truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4266950/1/Not_So_Private_Racing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-492585421513012340?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/492585421513012340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=492585421513012340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/492585421513012340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/492585421513012340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/ficcyyyyyy.html' title='Ficcyyyyyy'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-5410615864891104217</id><published>2008-05-15T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:07:24.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math.... Ick</title><content type='html'>I've always been bad at math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something, I am a good student. I have A's and B's in all my other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the math final today, and half the stuff on the test wasn't on the review sheet. So I studied for FIVE HOURS only HALF THE MATERIAL OF THE TEST. So if I fail... hey. Not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on. The world keeps turning. This is just another obstacle to overcome. If I fail, I'll take it again next year or over the summer. it's 50 lousy bucks for another class. My parents saw how hard I worked and studied, they see my awesome grades in the other class, and they know my failing is not me being lazy. It felt good last night when mom recognized that; she said I did all I could do and what happens happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at math. So if I fail, I take it again with a DIFFERENT instructor who will put on the final what she FRIKKEN SAYS is going on the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, panicked, and worried a lot this year over this final. But it's really time to take a deep breath and say, it's not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a lousy subject or instructor once in a while. I suck at math. But guess what? I get another chance if the final got messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all I could so for this class so I can't beat myself up anymore. Pass or fail, I really gotta recognize all the hard work I put into this and my other four classes this year. Four more A's is something to celebrate instead of being sad over a class I just wasn't good at. One class. 70% of freshman drop out because they fail EVERY class. If I end up failing one in the whole year, it's still something to celebrate. Everyone has a bad class. If I have to retake it, hey, I know it all already. It'll be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four A's is something to celebrate. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that that's over, a meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google time!&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the quotation marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi needs to find a place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi looks like the love child of everything that scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I love this one :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi says that we are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi has breast implants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi wants a second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Type in "[your name] gives" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi gives a small chuckle, then apologizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Type in "[your name] takes" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi takes Canada's classic music crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Type in "[your name] finds" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;Chi finds Dollar Store clothes faboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-5410615864891104217?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5410615864891104217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=5410615864891104217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5410615864891104217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5410615864891104217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/math-ick.html' title='Math.... Ick'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-1401071265152384921</id><published>2008-05-05T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:31:04.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SGIN UP 4 KINDERGARDEREN LOLZ!</title><content type='html'>Mrs. H requests that I run down to the special ed room this morning to see why little T was not in. I go in, have a quick chat, share a quick nose-nuzzle with T, and head back to the room. Next to Mrs. H's room is a sign. The kindergarten teacher's have just put up a sign. It reads exactly as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enroll your child in school NOW! Don't loose your spot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't -- loose -- your spot. Is it poetic? Loose means not tight, are they saying "SECURE" a spot for school??? Is it supposed to be clever??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU SIGN YOUR KID UP FOR A KINDERGARTEN THAT DOES NOT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN EVEN "LOSE" AND "LOOSE"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally got a video taken down for copyright infringement. FOX says no Horton Hears a Who videos apparently. Which is fine. But I couldn't help but wondering why my totally legally obtained video was taken down, and not the ones that were clearly recorded in the movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one video of my nine where I forgot to put "no copyright infringement intended". Ah bugger. Youtube was nice about it though filed a counter for me without me even asking. Thanks youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-1401071265152384921?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1401071265152384921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=1401071265152384921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1401071265152384921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1401071265152384921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/sgin-up-4-kindergarderen-lolz.html' title='SGIN UP 4 KINDERGARDEREN LOLZ!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-625880763928447673</id><published>2008-05-05T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:09:00.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons the Magic is NOT Gone</title><content type='html'>Because there's no such thing :) This was mom's post, and here is the Disney-freak's counter-argument:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Trash, trash everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy attendance day on Saturday. The trash is the fault of the hundreds of obnoxious music, school, and foreign groups. They're not obnoxious because they make lines longer, these people are just obnoxious. Screamers, shovers, runners, trashers. Blame the groups who normally are not there. When they aren't, the park is cleaner than you could possible imagine. On that note, Six Flags would put the "cleanliness" view into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sticky tables, benches, etc. etc.And don't even get me started on the restrooms. I've seen cleaner truck stop bathrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Pier tends to have this problem for obvious reasons, but Disney is remedieng it. It's also hard to go out and clean up tables on busy days when everyone is at them. As for the restrooms, I'm not sure which ones you stopped in. Main street's can be pretty grodey, but Space Mountain, Hollywood Studios, etc. have the cleanest bathrooms ever. Very comfy in Disney restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Year of a Million Dreams? We have been there at least 6 times since this started, mostly 3 days each time and have yet to win a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, we won those free pictures, remember? Granted a stay in the dream suite would be awesome, and I alone have yet to get anything, but we HAVE won before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The employees don't smile or even acknowledge your presence, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again it seems you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some employees were bad about that, but there were still a lot of good ones. My favorite are the HSM cheerleaders who still high-five me and say "cool HSM backpack/shirt/hat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apathetic employees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime crew. 'Nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lack of healthy food choices. Everything is fried. Everything. Fried can be good. But occasionally I want a nice baked potato, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bayou, Chips and Strips, the fruit carts, Golden Horseshoe, Hungry Bear Restaraunt, Pacific Warf; the fact that we don't eat  healthy there is by my doing of dragging us to Pizza Port everyday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Canceled fireworks. Wind conditions, my goat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay true, "wind conditions at higher elevations" is the dumbest excuse ever, but at least that shows they're aiming to keep us safe and not to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Same old stuff. Same parade, same costumes, same songs, same dances, same, same, same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream parade, HSM 2, the Princess Faire, they're all new. As for Fantasmic and the Electric Light Parade, fans (such as I) would go bonkers if you tried to take that away simply because it's "old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. RUDE PEOPLE. Pushing, shoving, yelling, screaming, running, vandalizing, cutting, spilling, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari makes fun of me all the time for being so mean at Disneyland to the people mentioned above. Yea I hate pushing and shoving, but after a quick "excuse you", I'm over it. How can you NOT be happy at the happiest place on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A. First bug sighting ever. As we were leaving Main Street, there was a giant roach in front of one of the stores. Everyone was shocked to see it, too. We always commented that you never see bugs in Disneyland but there he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney is not perfect, that's all I have to say to that. The fact it only made it to mainstreet says something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. B. The windows of Pinnochio are beautiful. Stained glass and real lead patterns. Some gansta - wannabe took something sharp and carved their gang name in the window, complete with the correct calligraphic formation of the letters. So. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Disney's fault. Disney needs to start smacking some people upside the head, but they can't catch everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my parents are old and thus jaded to the wonders of Disney, so I won't blame em :) I, on the other hand, will be renewing my annual pass for trips with my friends, school, and nephew. (Free babysitting for Sissy and free ride for me. Woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-625880763928447673?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/625880763928447673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=625880763928447673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/625880763928447673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/625880763928447673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-ten-reasons-magic-is-not-gone.html' title='Top Ten Reasons the Magic is NOT Gone'/><author><name>Mia 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-1501673477271866081</id><published>2008-04-26T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:23:19.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hsmusicalfan.org/adoptions/007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://hsmusicalfan.org/adoptions/007.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEA I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-1501673477271866081?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8839197858435430739</id><published>2008-04-23T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:58:12.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More First Grade Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Angel: *runs up to me in tears* MISS CHI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What, what's wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I TOLD JAKE I LOVED HIM AND HE SAID HE JUST WANTS TO BE FRIENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8839197858435430739?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8839197858435430739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8839197858435430739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8839197858435430739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8839197858435430739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-first-grade-words-of-wisdom.html' title='More First Grade Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-1895753532788329267</id><published>2008-04-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:45:11.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillaxin</title><content type='html'>So I've been getting pretty irritated with myself and this internet habit. I keep promising myself that I'll start limiting it (don't need to take it altogether, it's the staying up late on it thing that's a problem) and keep going back to it. Suddenly I understand the answer to "WHY do smokers keep smoking when they know how bad it is for them??" It's just not that easy when you're addicted to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can't change what you don't acknowledge, in the words of good ol' Dr. Phil, and yea, it's finally out there: I'm addicted to the internet. Luckily I've managed to keep doing just fine in school and with friends, but it's had a severe affect on my crankiness I've noticed. And that's just not good at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and read Dr. Phil's site on overcoming addiction last night, and he makes a good point: habits are NOT broken. They are replaced with another behavior. So the reason I keep breaking my addiction and going back is because I get cranky because I'm getting rid of my habit instead of replacing it with a good habit. So how the heck do I go about replacing that habit? So he said you first need to realize what need the addiction is serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the answer took a second, but it was pretty obvious: it gives me my fix for whatever I happen to be into at the moment. (Right now, High School Musical.) To reiterate actually, my obsession is with RPGing, not necessarily the net. Livejournal harbors a lot of this stuff, so when I lost that one "friend" way back last summer, I thought I'd be over it, but I've actually just found other outlets on the computer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the appeal of RPing? What purpose does it fulfill for me? In the words of Dr. Phil again, we do what works for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's like reading a fanfiction. Only when you read fanfic, you have no control over where the story goes. You do in an RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I write, I DO get to decide where the story goes. And that's what I realized today: the positive behavior I need to replace my addiction with is writing. I'm damn good at it and I love to do it. It's proven pretty helpful today actually. I log on to get on Microsoft Word, but nothing else. It keeps me pretty contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, hanging out with my friends was what helped me earlier. Charity and me got pretty busy, but now that I'm gonna see her on friday for our first sleepover in ages, I'm way excited, and noticed that I haven't really cared about the computer at all since we agreed on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I found all this out this morning, I've felt SO great. I've been thinking about all the time I'll have to do things that I've wanted to, but just never had time for because my addiction was taking up so much of it. I'll have time to see my friends whom I've missed dearly more, and I'll have much less opportunity to be cranky and get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I've been really contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Summer break so I can play my gamecube and drink kool-aid and swim and do all that summer stuff I've missed so much since LAST summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have fun with my family (whom I also love dearly) in less than two weeks at Disneyland!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love High School Musical! :) Silly and random, I know, but having a cute lil something like that to love keeps me busy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job that I love. It's one of the hardest jobs ever, but I do it well, and I leave it happy and with a smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'll be directing that energy to a girl I will henceforth refer to as "T" in the special ed department, and everyday I see her, I get more and more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has finally gone in my favor, and next year that can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and I'm going to the movies with my friends tonight so.... squee ya :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-1895753532788329267?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1895753532788329267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=1895753532788329267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1895753532788329267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1895753532788329267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/chillaxin.html' title='Chillaxin'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4556613603430673574</id><published>2008-04-21T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:05:47.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored? Why Yes I Am</title><content type='html'>It's Monday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. I'm bored as hell. I could pass out on the keyboard right now from boredom. I'm hungry. I have to go to speech class tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few of my olds friends are back from a very long trip as a project for school. And I missed and love them like nuts. And we're gonna chill at the fair tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still bored. Oh GOD I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4556613603430673574?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4556613603430673574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4556613603430673574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4556613603430673574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4556613603430673574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored-why-yes-i-am.html' title='Bored? Why Yes I Am'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3352089393008757116</id><published>2008-04-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:38:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That One Good Thing</title><content type='html'>I just needed that one good thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave both my speeches today. These were among the things my speech teacher said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your best speech you've ever given. Undoubtedly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She knew what she was doing. She was obviously knowledgeable on her subject."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOSH you've improved in this class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to math and understood everything that will be on the next test too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in this ridiculously ecstatic mood. Like cloud nine. Nothing can bring me down now. I wanna go home and have a snack and dance and chill and look forward to my birthday. WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3352089393008757116?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3352089393008757116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3352089393008757116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3352089393008757116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3352089393008757116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-waiting-for-sun.html' title='That One Good Thing'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-7336472318634537017</id><published>2008-04-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:19:55.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason My Friends Drive Me Nuts</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my birthday. The big 1-9. I'm VERY excited; my coworkers and students at school have some special surprises lined up for me and I can't wait to see my sweet Pigeon and hopefully there will be cookie cake and Rainforest Cafe involved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine texted me today to see how I was doing after a bad night last night. It really made my morning to know he was thinking of me. He has troubles of his own to worry about, but he still remembered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my OTHER friends then, is it too much to ask for a little acknowledgment? This friend has slowly but surely been pushing my buttons. I feel very unappreciated by her and when I talked to her about this, she argued instead of apologizing, so I let it drop. It seems to have gotten worse since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this friend's birthday about two weeks in advance. I saw that she didn't want to do anything big for her birthday, so I wanted to do something big FOR her. Me and mom ran around getting cups, plates, balloons, presents, and cakes and threw her a surprise party at my house where we had a sleepover, ate cake, and opened presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, one day before my birthday (and the last day we both know we'll see each other this week since I'm going to see my Pigeon), I get in the car. Not a word... No "Happy Birthday", No "who's almost 19?!" So I decide to help her along a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... *deeeeep breath* Can you believe I'm gonna be 19 tomorrow?! How scary...&lt;br /&gt;Her: ... Oh yea. Happy Early Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Her: I was gonna get you something yesterday, but it was too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ignore the fact that you're acting like you only had yesterday to throw something together: it was too crazy yesterday to FOLD A PIECE OF CONSTRUCTION PAPER AND WRITE HAPPY BIRTHDAY ON IT, but it WASN'T too crazy to text my phone and tell me that I owe you money for books YOU didn't renew??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom went BONKERS on her for asking me to pay that, by the way. BANANAS. And wouldn't let me pay it. THANK you. So you had PLENTY of time to run around covering your ass for your mistake, but not even a card for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sound selfish here. I spent a LOT of money on christmas and birthday gifts for her. You think it wasn't crazy running around throwing a surprise party together in such a short amount of time? No, "craziness" wouldn't stop me from that. But for all that, all I want is a frikken card, a folded piece of paper that you made yourself is fine with me. Hell, I don't even need that. I want to NOT HAVE TO PROMPT YOU TO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Yea. For $200 on YOU, I only want an acknowledgment of my day in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had time to run around trying to cover your butt so you didn't have to spend six dollars, but you couldn't throw a card together for me even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, are you too blind to realize how jeopardizing that is to a friendship? Obviously, I'm not a high priority on your list. Amanda got a birthday present on her birthday just three days ago. Did Amanda get you ANYTHING for YOURS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favors? Forget em. You have officially burned your bridge. I have asked for nothing in return for what I do for you but your respect as my friend, and right now you're not treating me like a friend. So I can only assume you don't think we are anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever. You do that. I'm going to spend time with my family friends, and I'm way excited about it. So you're not gonna bring me down with this one so you have someone to miserable with. Too bad, I'm too excited to see my Pigeon for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-7336472318634537017?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7336472318634537017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=7336472318634537017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7336472318634537017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/7336472318634537017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-reason-my-friends-drive-me-nuts.html' title='Another Reason My Friends Drive Me Nuts'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-556250170043605674</id><published>2008-04-15T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:14:54.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musaaaaac</title><content type='html'>1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;"Everyday" High School Musical 2&lt;br /&gt;*Tough one, but a HSM song would describe my feeling if anything else I guess :) Hmm... It's a romantic song, so I guess I'm feeling romantic? But I'm supposed to by title, so... uh.... I'm feeling the same as I do everyday I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU GET FAR IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;"Tears in Heaven" Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;Oh...... crap..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOUR FRIENDS SEE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Gypsy" Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my friends see me as a traveling con-artist who reads fortunes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;"Once There Was the Sun" Thumbelina&lt;br /&gt;That's hilarious, because this song is about Thumbelina's FIANCE dying. So apparently not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND'S THEME SONG?&lt;br /&gt;"When You Wish Upon a Star" Pinocchio&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I like this one :) Yes, this fits my friends pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;"Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)" Mary Poppins&lt;br /&gt;I like this one too :) The girl who doesn't mind being solitary and loves animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS HIGH SCHOOL LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"Return to Pooh Corner" Chris Longstin&lt;br /&gt;Okay I LOVE this one :) Speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN YOU GET AHEAD IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;"Think of Me" Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can get ahead in life by thinking of me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE BEST THING ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;"Candle on the Water" Pete's Dragon&lt;br /&gt;My "love for them will always burn" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IN STORE FOR THIS WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;"Be True to Your School" Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;NO THANKS. It's my birthday, I'm outta here. But this IS a classic cheer song, and I AM gonna cheer over the weekend, so let's look at it that way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST THING TO DESCRIBE YOUR GRANDPARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;"Seasons of Love" RENT&lt;br /&gt;Not quite, but I guess they are 525,600 miles away :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS YOUR LIFE GOING?&lt;br /&gt;"Zipedee Do Da" Song of the South&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS ONE!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Little Working Song" Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;Hey, thanks everyone. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DOES THE WORLD SEE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"Sooner or Later" Song of the South&lt;br /&gt;I guess the world thinks sooner or later I'm gonna get away from Brer Fox and come home. Maybe they all think I'm gonna get away from speech class and come home to San Diego ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU HAVE A HAPPY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;"So This is Love" Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;Well that's good :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS REALLY THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"You Got Me Right Where You Want Me" Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;They all want me to take them on journeys on a broomstick I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO PEOPLE SECRETLY LUST AFTER YOU?&lt;br /&gt;"After Today" A Goofy Movie&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, I guess they will after today. Wonder what I'm gonna do... Deliver a perfect speech in class this morning I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I MAKE MYSELF HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;"Proud to Be a Dog" Teacher's Pet&lt;br /&gt;By being a dog? Actually this is a song about being yourself, so I guess by being myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Pants" The song Jake wrote for my comic book villain Mr. Pants.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should become a cat and turn evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER HAVE CHILDREN?&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere Out There" An American Tail&lt;br /&gt;Crap... I will but they're gonna get lost in an immigrant country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG WOULD YOU STRIP TO?&lt;br /&gt;"Holiday Foyer" The music played in the foyer of Haunted Mansion Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's pretty much me, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF A MAN IN A VAN OFFERED YOU CANDY, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;"You Are the Music in Me" High School Musical 2&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd burst into spontaneous song and dance about my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR DEEP DARK SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;"Without Love" Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without Zac Efron, but that's no secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MORTAL ENEMY'S THEME SONG?&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy on You" Heart&lt;br /&gt;My mortal enemy has a crush on me.... ew :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR PERSONALITY LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;"Carry on Wayward Son" Anchorman Soundtrack (Kansas)&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what Wayward Son is supposed to be about to be honest :P I just love the song. But it certainly is a hypnotizing rock ballad with high and low points so I guess it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-556250170043605674?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/556250170043605674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=556250170043605674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/556250170043605674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/556250170043605674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/musaaaaac.html' title='Musaaaaac'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3129320526723395138</id><published>2008-04-13T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:35:02.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Writers Write What They Know, and When They Don't Know, They Find a Way</title><content type='html'>So I'm sick as a dog today. It's a sunday morning and I could normally be seen dancing in my room or playing video games in the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I caught the cold from hell. Pounding headache, stomach cramps, runny and stuffy nose, sore eyes, weak muscles, achy joints, you name it. Thankfully I was still able to see Candy's play last night (which was an epic beyond epic that I will post about later,) but today I can't even get out of bed. As of now I feel a little better, curled up with a few of Daddy's homemade cookies and the complete 3rd season of Hell's Kitchen. (That show makes me hungry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But earlier today when I felt like I could die from being so sick, I tried to take advantage of that and write some fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was this sick, I had the luck of just happening to be writing a Sailor Moon fiction in which I had to describe a sort of physical pain Usagi was going through in this dream of hers. It was totally easy, I just wrote down how I felt that morning, and people raved like nuts over the writing, sending reviews akin to "It read SO real, I could feel it myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm kinda irritated. I've had this idea for a Horton fic floating around my head for a while. There's a lil snippet in the movie that I wanted to take and write what the characters were thinking during it. It was meant to be a fluffy fic, but my characters were also supposed to be troubled about their respective problems. One for being thought of as crazy, and one for having a dad who doesn't understand at all that he doesn't want to have his job when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the fictions where I gotta guess. No one thinks I'm crazy (at least not seriously I hope :P) and my parents are supporting me in what I wanna do, so these are the parts where you gotta step into a character and see inside their heads. Reading the scene I'd written over again, I noticed I looked a little too much into MY head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one sounded really melancholy about what was going on. They both sounded, well... sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR. How is one supposed to get out of their own head? I'm sitting here trying to write something like "Jojo felt like no one was hearing him, and it struck a nasty feeling in the dead center of his chest" and getting more like "Jojo felt like no one was hearing him, and it was bringing on a MASSIVE headache." I keep having to reread, step back, and tell myself "No dear, YOU feel a massive headache coming on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating as heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to channel helplessness into the scene now by trying to think of that helpless feeling when you have a cold and you know there's nothing you can do to make it go away instantly. As for trying to channel feelings about the world thinking you're crazy, well, I still haven't figured that one out. I'm doing my best to guess on what the Mayor would be really feeling. I've found a helpful method for that, actually, by just picking out a word that you KNOW that person would feel. The whole world thinks you're crazy: frustration. Who wouldn't be frustrated by that? Now the world's never though I was crazy, but I HAVE been frustrated before, and thus I can build off that word and convey realistic emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good writers write what they know, and when they don't know, they find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, sorry, I didn't mean for this to turn into a page out of a writing textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, is third-person omnipresent sloppy when you switch back and forth between characters? In other words, I want to start out telling you everything a character is thinking and feeling down to the last detail, and when he sees another character, I want to start doing the same to the NEW character. Does that sound too much like it's switching point of views? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3129320526723395138?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3129320526723395138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3129320526723395138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3129320526723395138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3129320526723395138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-writers-write-what-they-know-and.html' title='Good Writers Write What They Know, and When They Don&apos;t Know, They Find a Way'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6562605228034223186</id><published>2008-04-10T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:52:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>To my immediate friends/family: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/disasterlabs.7100664&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/disasterlabs.8016608#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only thing I want for my birthday!! (To open, I mean... don't cancel the Disney trip :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever one, I have no preference, I just want one of them pweeeeease :D YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6562605228034223186?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6562605228034223186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6562605228034223186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6562605228034223186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6562605228034223186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4971612019546272644</id><published>2008-04-10T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:16:57.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Day</title><content type='html'>'S been pretty nice. I woke up this morning and wasn't exhausted as hell for once. Not like I went to bed any earlier than I ever do, but it was nice. Speech was a pain, but it turned out okay. I was got a 100% on the big test today, and I had my outline all ready to turn in and my demonstration speech ready to go in case the teach gave me a pop-speech. Which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I informed him I would need to hook up my computer to the projector. (An honor he did one of my classmates about three weeks prior.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He frowned and said I should have taken care of that before class started. I informed him right back that I was unable to know when I should prepare ahead of class or not since HE is the one who decided to not tell us when we individually will be presenting. It shut him up real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I had foiled THAT excuse, he goes "I don't wanna  unhook their stuff." I told him I knew how to do it myself and he said no. No explanation of course, as usual. Just "no". So, being the resourceful girl I am, I put my file on a flash drive while he monologues and try it on the Windows computer. It doesn't work. Being ever STILL resourceful and refusing to give up (a feat NORMAL teachers would praise), I pick up the computer and inform him I will simply walk around as I demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Can't do that. Why? Who knows. He's the king of no explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down, embarrassed as hell, informing him I simply couldn't give my speech then. He tried to inform me that was horrible preparation, and I cam right back, not able to take it anymore, and said "It wasn't at all. I prepared a speech. I knew exactly what I needed and had what I needed to do it. You informed me I couldn't do that way, so I had a backup plan, that didn't work, and I had another back-up plan STILL. And you didn't want me to present it. I was COMPLETELY prepared for this speech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me for a second and finally said "Well, anyway..." and went on. So I PWNED him, but I'm expecting a 0 in return. Oh well. I worked hard. Heaven forbid I end the semester with a 'B' for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was still embarrassed, but when he sent us up to the library on our own, my classmates came up to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, it couldn'ta been THAT hard to let you hook it up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What an asshole! He doesn't need to treat you like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could tell you worked hard anyway, Chi. Well done." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that not only wavered my embarrassment, but it felt really good too. Nearly all my speech classmates are adults, so they weren't just emo teenagers who agree that teachers are out to get you no matter what. I worked on my speech and thus spared myself homework over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clements Center finally opened again, so I was able to go swim for the first time in about four weeks. It was nice, I forgot how stress-relieving it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sitting down with no homework to do, my favorite YouTube parody videos on my laptop screen, a giant slice of cheese pizza and soda from the lounge. (Glad I grabbed my wallet today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to going home and playing Haunted Mansion on my gamecube, and then seeing Candy's play tomorrow night. Daddy and me are going to the movies on Saturday morning, and then Amanda's part is that night. I'm way excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad things are good again. School isn't kicking my ass anymore and things are very mellow. Plus, I only have 8 more classes before this semester, and more importantly SPEECH CLASS, are all DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4971612019546272644?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4971612019546272644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4971612019546272644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4971612019546272644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4971612019546272644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/mellow-day.html' title='Mellow Day'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4303050866414630471</id><published>2008-04-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:43:51.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Had to Go and Jinx it, Didn't I?</title><content type='html'>I grabbed the wrong keys this morning :( Locked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4303050866414630471?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4303050866414630471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4303050866414630471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4303050866414630471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4303050866414630471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-had-to-go-and-jinx-it-didnt-i.html' title='Just Had to Go and Jinx it, Didn&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-5285374805877714613</id><published>2008-04-08T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:00:18.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic</title><content type='html'>Wow, was yesterday an emo day or WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recognized a pattern in those kinds of days, and usually it comes down to school. School pisses me off for one reason or another, and then when my school problems are solved, EVERYTHING seems to be solved. More specifically it all comes down to speech class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went into speech today and got some great ideas for the visual aid speech. It's gonna be a pretty nice presentation, and I'm excited for it. I also understood math again today and just got out of the testing center; I think it went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends they have til today to find someone for the Disney trip, or it's off. That's taken a CRAPload of stress off me. It sucks that we'll only get two days at Disney if I go with mom and dad, but I get to run around and do whatever I want, and two days is better than one or no days. (And at Paradise Pier no less.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something I haven't done in a while, but it's long overdue: my list of ten good things about this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm really excited to get started on my visual aid speech. I'm totally gonna blow the teach away, and I've even got ideas for the persuasive speech that we haven't even started thinking about yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheering and dancing are fun for me again. I was getting worried since it was becoming a chore, but all artists have those days where they lose inspiration and gain it back a short while after. (Thank you for that lesson, Kiki's Delivery Service)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel a lot thinner lately. My confidence in my weight's been phenomenal for about a year now, and I love it. The intense exercise is paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I found a lot of my old Empire friends on MySpace, and I'm so excited to talk to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We're going to visit sissy the weekend of my birthday, and we're going to Rainforest Cafe and a movie. (And my sweet Pigeon will be there, YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Candy's play is this weekend, and she sent me a very thoughtful email this morning detailing just how grateful she was that I was the only one showing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Me and my daddy get to hang out alone this weekend, which is always fun. (And Amanda's b-day party is Saturday; busy weekend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There's only FOUR WEEKS OF SCHOOL LEFT!!! And after that, it's online classes for me, yo. That means half the stress and twice the money I'm making to get to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This summer, there's no stressing over being accepted into colleges or living arrangements. Only working part-time and relaxing like the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My sissy rules and cares about me so much and made it clear that Pigeon has not replaced me :) I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-5285374805877714613?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5285374805877714613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=5285374805877714613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5285374805877714613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5285374805877714613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-diary-mood-apathetic.html' title='Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8324963892269708343</id><published>2008-04-07T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:17:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Excuses</title><content type='html'>Seriously, SO tired of them. It's recently come to my attention that I have no friends who would come through for me. Which is sad, because I'd do anything for them. They only do for ME what's convenient for THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the week from hell. And none of my friends will talk with me about it because they're either busy watching a movie, putting together tl;dr retarded chatlogs, or they just don't care. Seriously? Do those sound like EXCUSES to you? I'd think the only thing stopping ME from comforting a friend would be being caught on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I don't catch fire. Cause the first ones to the hospital certainly won't be any of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8324963892269708343?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8324963892269708343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8324963892269708343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8324963892269708343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8324963892269708343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick-of-excuses.html' title='Sick of Excuses'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-691011692839967374</id><published>2008-04-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:51:27.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Schtoof I Made Myself</title><content type='html'>This wasn't up but an hour before someone reposted it and tried to call it their own work. It got flagged and taken down within half an hour while mine lives on, boo-ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, don't steal like that. That's just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a look if you're reading this, the editing was ridiculously hard; and yet probably my best editing jobs in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fk1nU5XCFBE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fk1nU5XCFBE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-691011692839967374?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/691011692839967374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=691011692839967374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/691011692839967374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/691011692839967374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-schtoof-i-made-myself.html' title='More Schtoof I Made Myself'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8612530946500305063</id><published>2008-03-31T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:36:32.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacked From Friends Once Again</title><content type='html'>[WHO IS]&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest person you know: Wow... um... I'm gonna have to say Zach :)&lt;br /&gt;The Loudest Person you Know: My mom :)&lt;br /&gt;The Person that Knows the Most about you: My sissy&lt;br /&gt;Your Crush?: Lucas Grabeel *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;[WHAT IS]&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase on IM: "OMG B3"&lt;br /&gt;The last image/thought you go to sleep with: "You can STILL hear the bride's beating heart... *thump thump thump thump*" (I listened to the story of the mansion as told by the actor of the new bride to sleep last night :))&lt;br /&gt;Inside joke: OH MY HAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;[DO YOU]&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: Everyday except sometimes saturdays&lt;br /&gt;Have a(any) crush(es): In REAL life? As in not Lucas or Zac? Yea, this ridiculously hot guy in my art class.&lt;br /&gt;Think you know you've been in love: Yep. His name was Glen. And then my friend found that out and stole him (purposely). Bah.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Not right now, no. That could change later, but as of right now, I get way too bored to see myself getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos/where?: NO WAY. And you won't talk me into it, mom and sis.&lt;br /&gt;Piercings/where?: Ears are pierced. I'd pierce my bellybutton if it weren't so unsanitary and hard to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: No way, that's sissy's department.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: Interesting term.... but no. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: When our hormones all happen to be inactive at the same time, yes :)&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: YEEEEEES&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;[WHEN YOU SEE THIS NAME YOU THINK OF?]&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Evans&lt;br /&gt;Rob: Monster&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Barrymore&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Sick&lt;br /&gt;Will: Smith&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Newman's Own&lt;br /&gt;Eve: Christmas&lt;br /&gt;John: Jacob Jinkle Hiemer Schmidt&lt;br /&gt;Laura: Carrot&lt;br /&gt;Alex: First grade&lt;br /&gt;Ricky: Martin&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;[RANDOM]&lt;br /&gt;SIGN: Aries&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;[FAVORITE]&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 13&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: Pink&lt;br /&gt;DAY: Friday&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: December&lt;br /&gt;SONG: oh CRUD that's a hard one. I have a BUNCH but right now it's HSM's "Gotta Go My Own Way"&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: Potato Skins&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: Winter&lt;br /&gt;SPORT: Cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;VEGGIE: Cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;[PREFERENCES]&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE-OUT? lmao, um.... cuddle. I WOULD like to make-out someday though... what girl wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE? Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt;MILK, DARK, OR WHITE CHOCOLATE? Milk chocolate for the win&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE? Chocolate, duh&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;[IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU]&lt;br /&gt;CRIED? Yes. But it was a good one, my teach stopped being a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? Yep, Candy was having a guilt crisis.&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? Yep!! An adorable DESIGNER High School Musical bag and a Troy cell phone charm for my phone.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK? yep :(&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? I wish&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER? Yep, Burger King and paradise pasta salad.&lt;br /&gt;SAID "I LOVE YOU"? Indeed&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER? Who writes real letters?&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL? Yep&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO SOMEONE YOU CRUSH ON? Indeedy doody. I talk to him a lot, he's pretty oblivious :P&lt;br /&gt;MISSED SOMEONE? My sweet baby Pigeon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8612530946500305063?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8612530946500305063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8612530946500305063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8612530946500305063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8612530946500305063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/jacked-from-friends-once-again.html' title='Jacked From Friends Once Again'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2808160927203163219</id><published>2008-03-31T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:00:23.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Well</title><content type='html'>Good news, my speech teacher isn't going to fail the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, he's not going to fail ME. He was reluctant to admit it, I could tell, but my new outline written to HIS tastes showed vast improvement, and he had nothing to say about anything wrong with it. I'm gonna think "Sharpay" when I give it tomorrow; be as dramatic as possible and to hell what my classmates think. It's time to put my delivery over the top and get extra credit in exchange for maybe having a few kids whom I'll never see again think I' crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sharpay, I finished reading the new HSM book and I'm annoyed for two reasons: it was well written, but they jacked a character I created. What the hell? My character is named April Nielson, and she starts as a crazy freshman who takes Sharpay's spot in the musical when she gets too sick to perform. As the new freshman, she's just crazy-obsessed with the Evans Twins, and makes it her mission to be friends with them and worship the ground they walk on so she can be with the popular crowd. Sharpay finds it fishy, and Ryan just keeps telling her to be nice to her. She eventually goes from sweet admirer to absolutely batshit insane stalker, crushing on Troy and eventually OVERLY crushing on Ryan, and doing some not-very-good things to Gabby and Sharpay in order to get close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, the book is about a girl names ASHLEY. New freshman who enters East High in the middle of the semester, who admires and worships the ground the Evans Twins walk on so she can be with the popular crowd. Sharpay finds it fishy and Ryan just keeps telling her to be nice to her. She eventually goes from sweet admirer, to batshit insane stalker, crushing on Troy and doing some not-very-good things to Gabby in order to get close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, Disney :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason I'm pissed is because the ending was horrible. Sharpay and Ryan had a huge party at Lava Springs for their birthday, and due to their cramming for exams, they decide to not run down to the club and approve all the details and just hope it all works out. It doesn't. The decorations got mixed up with a couple's 50th anniversary, the food shows up totally spoiled, and to top it all off, the artist their father promised to get to perform at their party doesn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby talks to Ryan, who's in tears in the hallway. Now, I want you to think VERY hard about Disney formula for a second. Think. And answer this question. Will Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Give Ryan a big hug and offer for her and Troy to drive him and Sharpay to the mall and pay for snacks and a movie so Ry and Shar can still have a fun birthday with their closest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Get on the stage and remind everyone that this is about Ry and Shar's big day, and we can still save this party by having a good time and just being with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or C. Giggle to herself while people pick on and make fun of Ry and Shar for being such nerds that they studied too much and messed up their party, and proclaim to Troy that the two of them should go to his house and watch a movie (presumably to make out) and leave behind a still-being-laughed-at Ry and Shar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed A or B, you're normal. If you guessed C, you wrote the damn book. And should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, WTF is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2808160927203163219?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2808160927203163219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2808160927203163219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2808160927203163219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2808160927203163219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-is-well.html' title='All is Well'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-1844196663241728052</id><published>2008-03-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:55:20.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin a Lil Better</title><content type='html'>Two things that give me a little comfort in these situations are this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the end of the world" and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the worst that can happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans I think it's easy to be scared of what will happen without looking at what the consequence will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst case scenario: Speech teacher is a jerk and fails us all for fun. I'm out $100 and three credits. If summer classes can't make up for them all, another semester is needed. It's only 9 bloody weeks anyway. That's a chance to work longer and make more money. And since I'm taking the year off to work, it's not as if I'm on a deadline to get to San Diego. (Don't need to move in before the year starts or something.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More likely scenario: Speech teacher is a jerk who overreacts and likes scaring his students. Won't actually flunk the kids who do their work and do it well, such as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kinda want this semester to be over, is all. Even if I have to take one or two classes, having most of them online will be a million times more of a relief. Maybe I can even take on extra classes that way too in case something goes wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-1844196663241728052?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1844196663241728052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=1844196663241728052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1844196663241728052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1844196663241728052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelin-lil-better.html' title='Feelin a Lil Better'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-664484167625845455</id><published>2008-03-27T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:32:21.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Speech Instructor,</title><content type='html'>I don't hate public speaking when it's scripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate public speaking when I wrote the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saying you'd be happy to fail us all if we don't do good on this next speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for teaching us how to write a stupid outline and research topics like in a, I dunno, WRITING 101 CLASS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only public speaking skills after all. So of course it makes sense that we've only given 3 speeches since class started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stressing me out so much so that I have a headache and can't get enough sleep for your class tomorrow because your threat is weighing on my brain tonight and all I can do is cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what all GOOD professors do, right? Stress their students out to extremes? Instead of recognizing efforts and TEACHING how to improve those efforts? All good teachers want their students to think of nothing but their class, including when they're frikken trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can rest assured you'll be getting a great score on that course evaluation come May. I won't forgive you if I lose $100 on this deal and have to postpone San Diego even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-664484167625845455?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/664484167625845455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=664484167625845455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/664484167625845455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/664484167625845455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-speech-instructor.html' title='Dear Speech Instructor,'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4749508427043710718</id><published>2008-03-25T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:11:40.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Jojo</title><content type='html'>Posted because Sari's internet-stupid and couldn't find the clip she was asking for. Sorry chickadee, it's only 30 seconds long; the best one with the highest quality I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess anyone else who's reading can enjoy too as long as you're here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEFW7upjkaA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEFW7upjkaA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4749508427043710718?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4749508427043710718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4749508427043710718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4749508427043710718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4749508427043710718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/meet-jojo.html' title='Meet Jojo'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2108530786010440607</id><published>2008-03-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:35:29.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, Wut?</title><content type='html'>I think I've stumbled upon either a very dangerous undercover government operation, or a group orgy. One or the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math class let out a little early today, leaving a little less than half an hour til my art class. With it being sunny allergy season, I thought it would be nice to go inside my classroom (some students show up as much as an hour early) and work on my sketchbook a bit. I walk up to the door, and the second I pull it open, this ginormous guy who looks like hobo Jesus (the word bohemian comes to mind) darts out of his seat and yells "WAIT!!!" and ushers me out of the room. (It's a panicked "wait", not a mad one.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize quietly and sidle off to the bench next to the door. He comes out and goes "WHAT TIME YOUR NEXT CLASS START, GIRL?" I'm just like "Uh.... a little less than half an hour?" "Oh..." he says. "Well you EARLY." And then, I swear to god, he darts across the way, runs into the dean's office, stays there for all but 15 seconds, and runs back across the way into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2108530786010440607?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2108530786010440607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2108530786010440607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2108530786010440607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2108530786010440607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-wut.html' title='Um, Wut?'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2534688349429852530</id><published>2008-03-23T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:09:11.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Hijacked From Mom's Blog</title><content type='html'>Use 3 words (No more, no less) to answer each question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;~ Next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;~ in a ponytail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your father?&lt;br /&gt;~ cleaning the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;~ Cheer and dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;~ Attacked by monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;~ Pepsi fo' sho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;~ Bright pink bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;~ My parent's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fears?&lt;br /&gt;~ Drowned by tsunami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you're not good at?&lt;br /&gt;~ Math and running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;~ Wut wut wut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items?&lt;br /&gt;~ Movie theatre credit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;~ Canton Ohio, word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;~ Drew a Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;~ T-shirt, shorts, socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;~ NOT ENOUGH GIGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life?&lt;br /&gt;~ Wee bit hectic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;~ Chilled yet tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing?&lt;br /&gt;~ My sweet Pigeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ Talking to Sari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your car?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yea, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your work?&lt;br /&gt;~ First grade parapro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;~ More work opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;~ Pink, blue, green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;~ Horton Hears....aWho (Yea, I cheated. Get over it, a's not a word :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;~ Entered wrong pin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School?&lt;br /&gt;~ Die in fire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2534688349429852530?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2534688349429852530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2534688349429852530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2534688349429852530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2534688349429852530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/revenge-of-hijacked-from-moms-blog.html' title='Revenge of the Hijacked From Mom&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-9134046789999597559</id><published>2008-03-20T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:40:45.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message On My Phone....</title><content type='html'>When I came home, this was waiting on my cell's answering machine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*BEEP* Chi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when your baby hacks up a whole can of peaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me. *beep*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-9134046789999597559?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/9134046789999597559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=9134046789999597559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9134046789999597559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9134046789999597559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-who.html' title='Message On My Phone....'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6146661199950172129</id><published>2008-03-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:03:22.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one's dumb enough to fall for this, but...</title><content type='html'>Do watch out for AIM screenname "courtz819" who is apparently "associate producer" of the Tyra Banks show and is recruting guests and conveniently meeting with Tyra in a short half hour! And would LOVE to pitch your story to her if you only give her lots of personal info like your name, phone number, email, number of kids, and location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed her "concerns" along to a friend who promptly gave her the info she needed. I am happily married in New York with an 8 year old emo Who-son named Jojo and a few week old daughter named Heidi. My phone number is apparently the rejection hotline number, my name is Carol Germoski, and I'm too afraid to touch phones, money, or email because it's dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, none of my blog-readers would be dumb enough to think talkshow hosts recruit on frikken AIM, but just know that courtz819 is up to SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., to all concerned friends and family, not one piece of personal information has ever been typed on this keyboard in any way, shape, or form in any location. So good luck to anyone who wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6146661199950172129?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6146661199950172129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6146661199950172129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6146661199950172129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6146661199950172129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-ones-dumb-enough-to-fall-for-this.html' title='No one&apos;s dumb enough to fall for this, but...'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8385972852774182194</id><published>2008-03-11T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:01:22.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah... School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; do I hate school so much that I get a stomach ache just thinking about having to get up and go in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what do I have to worry about? I've got A's and B's in everything, including math. Speech this morning I have to dance a little for everyone, but that will be over and done with in a matter of minutes. I have a lot of math work to do today, but at least the teacher's really nice. Art is never a big deal, and I only hafta go swim for an hour, which is the easiest part of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might very well be the classroom environment.  I dunno why it never bothered me in high school, but now, for some reason, it does. (Perhaps it's just not as pleasant as a high school environment...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drives me batty. I probably won't be able to take EVERYTHING online next year, but I'm certainly gonna try. Because it has nothing to do with doing work. As I said, I have A's and B's, and when I'm doing work at home, I'm a million times more comfortable. There's just something about going into the classroom that makes me physically ill. Spring break though; things can only go up from there I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing that out made it all look not so bad too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8385972852774182194?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8385972852774182194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8385972852774182194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8385972852774182194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8385972852774182194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/bah-school.html' title='Bah... School'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-538301523421982760</id><published>2008-03-09T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:11:05.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Excitement</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get like, a really horrible stomach ache when you're either really excited or really happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying as all heck. I've been pretty excited about getting my first multi-chapter fiction in YEARS up, and actually knowing where it's going, and to add to that excitement, the response on it had been crazy. My box is getting filled up with reviews and mostly private PM's saying they love it, and I AM very proud of it, but damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not too bad, and I didn't make this blog to complain. Only to make an interesting observation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled, in as many different phrases as possible, what causes stomach pains when you're excited. And I mean the scientific reason, meaning "hormones" is not an answer. I understand hormones are a chemical that can upset the stomach, but why doesn't anyone have a scientific explanation to why? Do hormones spill over certain organs and eat slightly at the mucus like stomach acid? Does the tummy recognize hormones as an intruder instead of a part of the body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that I'm a nerd for wondering in the first place. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-538301523421982760?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/538301523421982760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=538301523421982760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/538301523421982760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/538301523421982760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/stomach-excitement.html' title='Stomach Excitement'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4596387855124851289</id><published>2008-03-04T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:18:02.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah got you babe! *strums guitar*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R84s_pnzrNI/AAAAAAAAADg/le8DzGL1ctA/s1600-h/roflbot-Qg0w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R84s_pnzrNI/AAAAAAAAADg/le8DzGL1ctA/s400/roflbot-Qg0w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174122493911477458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie ChiChi loves her little Pigeon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4596387855124851289?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4596387855124851289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4596387855124851289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4596387855124851289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4596387855124851289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-got-you-babe-strums-guitar.html' title='Ah got you babe! *strums guitar*'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R84s_pnzrNI/AAAAAAAAADg/le8DzGL1ctA/s72-c/roflbot-Qg0w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2131233309602723022</id><published>2008-03-04T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:51:22.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby News!!</title><content type='html'>How did I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How DID I know that if I went ot Charity's house tonight, Sharon would have a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got the call at 1 am. I thought it was 6 and time for school, as Charity's phone went off VERY loudly. I decided to ignore it and not wake up until Charity poked me. But then I heard MY phone, so I picked it up and mom said Sissy was in labor. OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the ultimate test of friendship, selfless Charity got up right away. Without hesitation she asked me what needed to be packed, told me to go grab my shoes, and stood outside in the freezing cold, as 1 am, after staying up til midnight doing homework, on a SCHOOL NIGHT on top of it all, waiting with me and telling me stories about when her mom was pregnant with her sister. I love you Cherry, I owe you one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got here at about 2:30am  and it's 5 am now. She's 7 inches dialated so we're just kinda sittin here waitin for something happen. I couldn't wait to text all my friends and tell them, despite the ungodly hour, so I made this blog until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, Andrew!!! Auntie ChiChi is waiting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2131233309602723022?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2131233309602723022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2131233309602723022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2131233309602723022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2131233309602723022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-news.html' title='Baby News!!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2635549471633396768</id><published>2008-02-14T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:41:31.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey for Mushy Stuff That I Made Myself</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PS4MvBfWR3Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PS4MvBfWR3Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2635549471633396768?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2635549471633396768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2635549471633396768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2635549471633396768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2635549471633396768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/02/yey-for-mushy-stuff-that-i-made-myself.html' title='Yey for Mushy Stuff That I Made Myself'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-1954770126261405949</id><published>2008-02-10T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:55:01.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairly Oddparents baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R6-q7k-UmgI/AAAAAAAAADY/8nGKBhjm6Zg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R6-q7k-UmgI/AAAAAAAAADY/8nGKBhjm6Zg/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165535238131325442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm on a huge Fairly Oddparents kick right now for this very reason: next Monday their new movie is premiering. And after years of reading it in fanfics, they finally caught on: Cosmo and Wanda are going to have a baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it to look like a dodgeball of course, but okay. Still excited. All I know about the movie so far is that it's a girl and... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something quite controversial going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treeflower00.deviantart.com/art/SneakPeak-2-74058963"&gt;UM, WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS PICTURE??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the idea going around thanks to this quite authentic storyboard, is that Cosmo's the one carrying the baby. And thus sparked the greatest debate in Nickelodeon history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many theories are going around. I subscribe to the popular one that he made fun of Wanda while she was pregnant, and got back at him by using her magic to make him look it too. As for him being the one holding the baby in the hospital in the commercial, I'm going with the also popular theory that he, like many dads before him, was just overwhelmed while mommy was in labor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the debate comes down to one question: does Nickelodeon have the guts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is infamous for pushing their limits. They showed a LOT of the labor and birth in the first Rugrats movie, (on the bigscreen no less, INCLUDING Dyl working his way towards the tiny, circle-shaped light and seeing the world for the first time as he comes out of it. Riskiest thing I've ever seen on Nick thus far), they let Invader Zim run for a few good seasons with it's occasionaly, usually unoticed curse words and small hints of violence (I love that show so much), they let Rocket Power stick around and be an abomination to mankind with it's "be a rebel and screw the parents" message, the list goes on. (The fact that Ren and Stimpy originated on Nick and is now an adult show on a different station should be a good indication of that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would they REALLY be brave enough to go as far as MALE PREGNANCY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get one thing out of the way here: I'm not OFFENDED by the idea. The main argument for not being offended is that they're fairies, and I kinda agree with that. Plus, it's male pregnancy for god's sakes. It's not real. So the idea doesn't offend me so much as it annoys me. Because the fans have been waiting a long time for Wanda to get pregnant, and this was kind of Nick's way of saying "Okay, but under one condition". Blah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Nick REALLY do that though? I know they're not worried about showing pregnancy, but what if a kid starts to wonder about why daddys don't have babies like on the show? If soccer moms flipped out over Invader Zim, surely they'd learn their lesson about testing their limits? Everyone is either CERTAIN Cosmo will have it, or they're CERTAIN Wanda will have it. So the only way to find out? To watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a monday. Bah. Does that mean I won't make a big deal out of it and eat copious amounts of ice cream? Of course not. I'm still super excited and absolutely can't wait. But it's gonna be interesting to see how it turns out... That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-1954770126261405949?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1954770126261405949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=1954770126261405949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1954770126261405949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1954770126261405949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/02/fairly-oddparents-baby.html' title='Fairly Oddparents baby!!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R6-q7k-UmgI/AAAAAAAAADY/8nGKBhjm6Zg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-1923667710133107903</id><published>2008-02-05T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:17:59.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary and Hannah</title><content type='html'>Okay, first thing's first. I saw Hillary Clinton on Saturday at the U of A. Waited in line for three hours to do so, but we got to see her all the same. My daddy took me. We got lunch at KFC and then played at the Planetarium like lil kids for a while and saw a show in the dome and then hurried off to the line which was a little over a mile long by the time we got to the end. (It grew to about 2 miles according to the news.) But we got in and got fantastics spots no more than a yard or two away from her; AWESOMENESS! I hadn't heard much about her plans or what she wanted to do, but once she spoke, I couldn't agree more with eveyrthing. Affordable college by extending the Pell grants and lower interest rates on loans, no more NCLB, take the soliders out of Iraq within 30 days, take money out of the war and invest it in a solution for clean, renewable energy. You go, girl. Chelsea was there too! She was my hero when I was in elementary school, so I thought that was great. It was just AWESOME. I made history, man. This is the first time a woman went out and campaigned for president. (Several have been UP for it, but this is the first real CAMPAIGN.) And if she becomes president, imgaine, I get to say I saw the president!! How cool is that? I think America is so ready for a woman president, and Hillary in particular. She was just fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we rushed home, grabbed the tickets, and ran off to see the Hanna Montana/Miley Cyrus concert in 3D! It was WAAAAY better than going to the actual concert. Yea, seeing Miley would be cool, but that would be the only perk. The 3D was so great, I kept forgetting I wasn't AT the concert. Everyone was appluading and screaming and sningling along and clapping intune and waving cell phones in the air just like a real concert. And HELLO? The view is SOOOOO much better! The volume was blow-your-ears out loud just like a real concert AND you get backstage peeks at everything. It was EPIC. Totally worth the $15. I had an AMAZING time, there was nothing like it. You can't know what I mean until you've been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not much is up right now. I love work and I love school. I'm trying to break my Instant Messaging addiction right now. It's been hard, but good so far. I get to sleep at a decent hour, I have more time to play and do things I haven't done in years, I'm weeks ahead of my homework, and I'm spending more time with my real-life friends. It's been really hard to not hit that AIM icon, but I'm really proud that I haven't, and it's been getting easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got a fantastically huge stomache ache, prolly from the reccees cup I had for breakfast ;) so I gots to go. Squee ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-1923667710133107903?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1923667710133107903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=1923667710133107903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1923667710133107903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/1923667710133107903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/02/hillary-and-hannah.html' title='Hillary and Hannah'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2797962040817986513</id><published>2008-01-11T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:21:26.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship: A Veggietales Rant</title><content type='html'>When I read Farenheit 451 in my senior year, I was convinced it was the worst book ever. Very deep concepts yes, but without the charm and wit that George Orwell brings to such satires. And yet the older I get and the more aware I become of the world around me, it's quite obvious that such things DO exist in America. It's no secret to anyone in this nation that we're not really as free as we'd like to think, but this isn't a political rant. It's a censorship rant, for yet another one of the pure and good things left untouched in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing the new Veggietales movie with Charity today and I've been so excited that I couldn't even sleep last night. It's been a long six year wait since the last movie; we've been teased and taunted with pictures, quick glimpses of what ideas they may use, and potential release dates. But finally it's here, and I think I might explode from excitement soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the middle of my veggie-thon, watching every VT movie I own, I decided to check youtube to see what kind of stuff they had there. I found a very interesting piece of news. NBC, trying to ride on the success of the 50 million videos Big Idea has sold over the years, finally agreed to air VT on their network. The catch? ALL REFRENCES TO GOD OR THE BIBLE MUST BE EDITED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... That's not Veggietales. That's the adventures of vegetables who happen to talk, sing, and dance. In fact, that doesn't leave room for much material, does it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same network who finally agreed to no longer censor the F word during NON-PRIME TIME TV! This is the same network who aired a religious parody of VT on Saturday Night Live. But we can't leave in refrences to GOD??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's the great thing about VT. IF you know what it is, you know it's religious. And the best part? You have the power of the remote control!! Shock!! If you're so offended by a cucumber talking about the bible, you just flip the station and BOOM, offensiveness gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to cut all that out, you might as well not even bother. What on earth is VT without God or the bible?? No more verses at the end of the show? No more comforting messages about God's love, mercy, kindness? No more ending the show with Bob and Larry saying "God made you special, and he loves you very much"? That's what makes the show right there. Always leaves me with a great feeling and a goofy smile, and it's basically the center and heart of everything VT stands for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Big Idea's mission statement taken straight from their site: "To enhance the moral and spiritual fabric of society through creative media". How is that offensive?! In us trying to not be offensive by being tolerant of all religions, we have become INTOLERANT!! We now live in a world where apparently the words "God" and "Bible" are more offensive than the f word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veggietales is quite possibly one of the least offensive pieces of religious propoganda out there. If we're going to censor something as unoffensive as VT, I want them to stop recruiters from attacking me in the parking lot, and no more chic tracts in my halloween candy bag. VT, for being christian, preaches a message of tolerance and the general worship of God, no matter which religion you do so from. As a methodist, I've been offended but ONCE: in an episode called Sumo of the Opera, in which they tell the story of St. Patrick. They said peganists once worshiped twigs, mud, and pond scum and considered them powerful and gods. I was pretty surprised at the slight derailing of intolerance (peganists worship the EARTH, there's a big difference). But guess what I do? I fastforward through that part. Offensiveness gone. That's the only time I can ever remember them taking a crack at another religion. VT teaches about concepts that know no religion: selfishness, temptation, bravery, tolerance, thankfulness, facing hardships, and my personal favorite, standing up for what you believe in, no matter what that belief is. And here's the best relief: there has yet to be a video that has said Christianity is the right way, there's never been even a subtle reference to hell or how you end up in it, and not once has it even been implied that you should go out and convert your fellow man. VT is christian on the surface, but watching it, you'd see that it is compelety acceptable for anyone who just believes in God, and quite possibly even those who DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is it that all this negative attention goes toward High School Musical, Hannah Montana, and Veggietales for the sole reason of being ICONS OF MORALITY?! We bend over backwards to make sure actors and concepts of popular children's icons are in check, and yet I have preschoolers at work who run around singing "Smack that" and "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me". More kids in aftercare prefer Family Guy and Simpsons to Sesame Street. A popular game among the grade school kids is Grand Theft Auto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is no one put off by this? It's one reason, and the reason is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VT, HANNAH MONTANA, AND HSM ARE PURE, MORAL, AND DEVOID OF VIOLENCE, AND THEY'RE POPULAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're pure and popular. Why can't America handle this? Who knows, but it seriously weakens my faith in humanity. How many times have you heard "Shut up about HSM"? More than I can count. How many times have you heard "Shut up about the Simpsons"? None? Yea. Exactly. People harbor a lot of ANGER that good morals are starting to take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we're taking God and the Bible out of VT? AND YET BUSH IS ALLOWED TO BAN GAY MARRIAGE BECAUSE OF MORAL, RELIGIOUS GROUNDS?! Censorship is going in a scary reverse direction, and it won't be long before that first amendment no longer means anything to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2797962040817986513?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2797962040817986513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2797962040817986513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2797962040817986513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2797962040817986513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/01/censorship-veggietales-rant.html' title='Censorship: A Veggietales Rant'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-8652317803706877049</id><published>2008-01-01T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:28:48.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Blog Tests for Mom (And collaterol for watching HSM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;S&gt; This is a strike-through &lt;/S&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; a strike-through &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a strike through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-8652317803706877049?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8652317803706877049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=8652317803706877049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8652317803706877049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/8652317803706877049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-for-blog-tests-for-mom-and.html' title='Yay for Blog Tests for Mom (And collaterol for watching HSM)'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-4405242017450957541</id><published>2007-12-28T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:07:31.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One True Pairing</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is jacked from Livejournal. The fandom I'm using is High School Musical of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One True Pairing" ship: Troy and Sharpay for the WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One True Threesome" ship: Um, I'm a strict poligamist, but if you mean two girls in constant struggle over a boy or vice versa, Ima say Troy, Sharpay, and Gabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Canon" ship: Chad and Taylor. One of the few canon pairings I actually ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not quite canon but should be" ship: Ryan/Gabby. Heck yea man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If this happens I'll stab my eyes out with a spork" ship: Ryan/Zeke. I've yet to see one on FF.net, and though I am pleased about this, I am quite confused, because Zeke's one of the few boys who actually speaks to Ryan in the first movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are one sick bastard" ship: Troy/Ryan. Seriously people, WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm one sick bastard" ship: Ryan/Chad. If I wasn't a hardcore Ryella fan, I'd be into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dabble a little" ship: Kelsie/Jason. It seemes they were paired because they were the only dateless ones by the end of the movie, but okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like a car crash" ship: Martha/Ryan. I see what you're trying to do there, Disney. And it's just a slap in the face to us Ryella shippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tickles my fancy but not sold quite yet" ship: Ryan/Kelsie. Okay, I guess Charity's kinda got me going "hmm, that's cute", but I'm not quite there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makes no canon sense but why the hell not" ship: Troy/Taylor. Nope, sorry, I refuse to support Troy/Kelsie. Something about it bugs me. (Perhaps the three year age difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone else loves it but I just don't feel it" ship: Zeke/Sharpay. Yea, so what if Disney paired them together. Obviously she doesn't like him, HSM proved that when she just went after Troy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When all is said and done" ship: Troypay, Ryella, Jelsi, Zekartha, and Chaylor. And so it shall remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-4405242017450957541?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4405242017450957541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=4405242017450957541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4405242017450957541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/4405242017450957541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-true-pairing.html' title='One True Pairing'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3232016807948967797</id><published>2007-12-17T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:11:38.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Naughty This Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/naughty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were 65% Naughty, 35% Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not have been good this year...&lt;br /&gt;But you sure had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing from Santa could top that!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You a Naughty Girl or Nice Girl this Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only mad cause I didn't donate to charity and told a white lie to a friend. Santa's a picky little bitch isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3232016807948967797?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3232016807948967797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3232016807948967797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3232016807948967797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3232016807948967797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-dont-understand.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-6536155508648004558</id><published>2007-12-14T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:04:07.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is it time to change your posters?</title><content type='html'>Ashley, I love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2Ns5OOoUYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bn4OWC7Zj8E/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2Ns5OOoUYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bn4OWC7Zj8E/s400/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144074929715040642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl right here? Gorgeous. She's fantastic, she's my idol, and she was even more gorgeous in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2NtYOOoUZI/AAAAAAAAADA/I_2DCbRGDJY/s1600-h/Photo+81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2NtYOOoUZI/AAAAAAAAADA/I_2DCbRGDJY/s400/Photo+81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144075462290985362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm typing on the computer, turn my head, and literally scream out loud because your demon-possesed eyes with the flash reflecting on them scared the everliving crap out of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2NtpeOoUaI/AAAAAAAAADI/aIkySQTbicA/s1600-h/Photo+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2NtpeOoUaI/AAAAAAAAADI/aIkySQTbicA/s400/Photo+82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144075758643728802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's time we put another Lucas Grabeel poster in your place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2Nt9-OoUbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jx93uYbrifk/s1600-h/Photo+83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2Nt9-OoUbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jx93uYbrifk/s400/Photo+83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144076110831047090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-6536155508648004558?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6536155508648004558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=6536155508648004558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6536155508648004558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/6536155508648004558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-is-it-time-to-change-your-posters.html' title='When is it time to change your posters?'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/R2Ns5OOoUYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bn4OWC7Zj8E/s72-c/Photo+85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-474293358621103823</id><published>2007-12-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T07:46:43.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Life Rocks</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I been bad not updating, but here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been whining lately about how college has been kicking my butt. That I'm trying my best but still apparently not doing so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spoiled by powerschool last year. I could always tell exactly what my grade was whenever I wanted it. So now that this year I CAN'T see my grade whenever I please, I just automatically assume I'm dong bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my Bio teacher (the only class I was really concerned about) and said "My only concern is that I don't have a D in here." Her eyebrow goes up. "Oh god," I'm thinking, "here's the part where she says 'uh, YEA yo do.'". She goes... and I kid you not, word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Chi, you have nothing to worry about. You have one of the best grades in this class. You're my most exceptional student, you obviously don't need a lot of guidance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a big, beaming smile, thanked her, walked out of the room where Ryan was waiting and just started crying. (He thought I was going to tell him I DID fail ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently don't give myself enough credit for the work I do. I knew I did all the homework and aced my tests, but not being able to see my grade really worried me. I've been a mental case since December started, and a huge burden just came off my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better than I give myself credit for and it feels awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-474293358621103823?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/474293358621103823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=474293358621103823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/474293358621103823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/474293358621103823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/12/omg-life-rocks.html' title='OMG Life Rocks'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-82744954011542922</id><published>2007-11-07T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:19:39.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Hour Clock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.doombuggies.com/media/misc/13oclock.swf" quality=high pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="270"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay 13-hour clock!! I was gonna put it at the top of my blog but it totally messes with my flawless High School Musical layout :( So I'm like hey, put it inna post. Just like my poor forgotten Pocket Emo... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-82744954011542922?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/82744954011542922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=82744954011542922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/82744954011542922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/82744954011542922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/11/yay-13-hour-clock-i-was-gonna-put-it-at.html' title='13 Hour Clock!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-218198947983813417</id><published>2007-11-07T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:23:05.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation With Sari This Morning</title><content type='html'>Sari: I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Sorry. I don't think you'd have appreciated me showing up and throwing up all over you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: Well Nathan does it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: I'm so excited about the Disney trip. You'll hang out with me and Nathan, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Mmhmm. I also promised Sara that I'd take Little Sari around. I love that kid, she goes on everything with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: I shoulda just put out the money for the bus like you did. What am I thinking, driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Oh, cause you have a one year old in the backseat? I know. It sounds like fun though, Sari. I thought you and Nathan had like, bonding time or something when you did it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: No no, it's not that. I just can't find the damn place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Mom can't find it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: But parents are old. We're young and as year 2000-types, our sense of direction should be better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Okay, whatever--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: And when you find it, whado you get?? That stupid sign that tells you how much parking is. Congrats, you found Disneyland, now fork the money over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: At least Nathan gets in free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: But couldn't they say something nice, like Welcome, or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: I'm pretty sure it does around the parking garage somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: Well something NICER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Jesus Christ Sari, you want them to congratulate you for your keen sense of direction on the old marquee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sari: It's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RzI6glY48DI/AAAAAAAAACs/REbFTZMFvNw/s1600-h/disneyland-sign-generator.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RzI6glY48DI/AAAAAAAAACs/REbFTZMFvNw/s400/disneyland-sign-generator.php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130227256995147826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-218198947983813417?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/218198947983813417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=218198947983813417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/218198947983813417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/218198947983813417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversation-with-sari-this-morning.html' title='Conversation With Sari This Morning'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RzI6glY48DI/AAAAAAAAACs/REbFTZMFvNw/s72-c/disneyland-sign-generator.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-5083988761549011439</id><published>2007-11-06T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:35:13.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAAAAAH &gt;(</title><content type='html'>Okay, the sickness is getting to me and making me feel upset about everything, so I'm gonna list my problems here because it seems that when I list them, I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Soc book got stolen yesterday. There was nothing I could do about it, we all got into a big circle and were working together and there were points where I HAD to get up and move somewhere else to talk to the other members of my group and among the chaos, someone took my book. *SIGH* It's the material that's the problem, I can get that stuff from a friend. What IS the problem is that I have a feeling mom will get on my case about how it's my responsibility, even though there's nothing I can do about a book being STOLEN from me. Yea, I didn't lose it, I take good care of my books. Someone stole it. Yea, it was an expensive lesson to learn. (If there IS a lesson, I mean, what could I have done about it?) I keep an eye on my laptop and Ipod and all that stuff and never leave it alone for a second, but this was a textbook. I HAD to leave my book though to go talk to my group. Everyone left their books there, some 50 witnesses couldn't have known which book belonged to who, so it mighta been an accident, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upsides: Someone claims to have seen a Soc book at lost and found. I'll check tomorrow. If it's not there, I was the one who paid for it. It only cost a day's worth of work at the preschool, and I know that's nothing to sneeze at, but at least now I know to hold onto your damn textbook even if the teacher says not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm only doing okay in school. Yea, I know that sounds silly. I'm a B to C average student. They said this would happen in just about every college book I read, but I'm not used to being average, I'm used to being the best in school, and it's kinda hard just being, you know, mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upsides: Well, exactly what I first said. This happens to just about everyone from High School to college. At least I'm not a D-F average student. And there's plenty of time to go. Being the best was important in High School. It's not important right now because a degree is a degree. It doesn't mean blow stuff off, but I'm trying my absolute hardest right now, and as long as I'm doing that, I have nothing to be ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really want to like everything about my job, but I know that can't happen, I enjoy most of what I do. What I don't enjoy is some of my coworkers, who like to watch me more than they watch the kids so they can catch me making a mistake. I really don't get it, why are we picking on the new kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upsides: I'm doing a fantastic job, in my opinion. And my boss loves me to death, and that's what's really important. I've been in the preschool a lot lately too instead of the kindergarten and I LOVE doing aftercare. This is what's getting me to San Diego too. Everytime a preschooler climbs onto my lap and says "I love you Miss Chi!", it's just worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have so much damn homework to do and I'm SO sick. Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upsides: Well I won't be sick for long, and at least I actually understand this homework. By tomorrow morning it will be all over, and then I get to have fun at Disneyland on Friday. The quicker I finish, the quicker I can go take a niiiice long soak in the parent's huge bathroom too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, doing that REALLY helps. Whenever I'm done writing all my problems down, I feel LOADS better and realize that my problems are hardly problems, or really a big deal at all. That took a lot of stress off and now I can finish my homework without going "waaah" in my head again. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-5083988761549011439?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5083988761549011439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=5083988761549011439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5083988761549011439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/5083988761549011439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/11/baaaaah.html' title='BAAAAAH &gt;('/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-2228516560837717657</id><published>2007-10-26T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:21:37.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OSNAP Jacked From LiveJournal</title><content type='html'>Pick a band whose lyrics have always felt express your life and emotions well. &lt;br /&gt;Use ONLY their lyrics to answer the following survey. &lt;br /&gt;Which band are you using? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating. That's right. I'm using the High School Musical movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Are you a boy or girl? &lt;br /&gt;A long time ago in a land far away, there was a Pineapple Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~How old are you? &lt;br /&gt;School's out, scream and shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Where do you live? &lt;br /&gt;In a land far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's your home life like? &lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's your current mood? &lt;br /&gt;Gonna have fun in the sun now that all of my work, work is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What do/did you think of school? &lt;br /&gt;School pride, let's show it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe your first love. &lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone that knows me like you do, the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe your first heartbreak. &lt;br /&gt;Now I have to pretend that I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe the emotion behind a moment you will never, ever forget. &lt;br /&gt;Once in a lifetime means there's no second chance, so I believe that you and me should grab it while we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What do you think of your life in general? &lt;br /&gt;I want fabulous, that is my simple request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's changed for you in the past year? &lt;br /&gt;No more waking up at 6 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's one thing you do every day? &lt;br /&gt;Move it to the groove til the music stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's your favorite color? &lt;br /&gt;......PInk. (Okay, not a song lyric, but Fabulous speaks for itself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's your favorite sound? &lt;br /&gt;Everybody QUIET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do you have any piercings/tattoos? &lt;br /&gt;No no no noooo! No no no. Stick to the stuff you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do you take drugs? &lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with the flow, no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Say something to someone you miss. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday of our lives, wanna find you there, wanna hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Say something to someone you can't stand. &lt;br /&gt;I told you not to do the jazz squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Say something to someone you like. &lt;br /&gt;Because of you I've got the strength to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's your current status? &lt;br /&gt;I'm off the clock, the pressure's off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Are you happy with it? &lt;br /&gt;Enough already, I'm waiting, come on let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe your most recent last relationship. &lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe your last kiss. &lt;br /&gt;I need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe a favorite hobby. &lt;br /&gt;Just dancing. Sometimes I think it's cooler than homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's your favorite season? &lt;br /&gt;What time is it? SUMMERTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do you ever get deja vu? &lt;br /&gt;I gotta get my head in the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ever been drunk? &lt;br /&gt;Hey batter WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What did you last cry over? &lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave, but I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe one of your happiest moments. &lt;br /&gt;The summer that we wanted, yea we finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe the perfect partner. &lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star that's coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe your perfect day/night. &lt;br /&gt;Gonna relax and renew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe your best friend/friends. &lt;br /&gt;We're a champion team, a well-oiled machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's something you wish to achieve? &lt;br /&gt;To turn my life around, today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What's something about yourself that you're proud of? &lt;br /&gt;I'm runnin, climbin, to get to the place to be all that I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's something you'd change about yourself? &lt;br /&gt;I wanna listen to my own heart talkin, I need to count on myself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Where do you hope to be in five years? &lt;br /&gt;Soarin, flyin, there's not a star in heaven that I can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's one thing you want to do/try before you die? &lt;br /&gt;I long to free a truly remarkable fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Death is inevitable. How do you want to go out? &lt;br /&gt;Sing through my heart with the power of love, just a girl with a ukelele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Describe your outlook on life. &lt;br /&gt;Let's rock and roll and just let go, feel the rythym of the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What's one piece of advice you'd give to the world if they'd only listen?&lt;br /&gt;We're not gonna lose, cause we get to choose how it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-2228516560837717657?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2228516560837717657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=2228516560837717657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2228516560837717657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/2228516560837717657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/10/osnap-jacked-from-livejournal.html' title='OSNAP Jacked From LiveJournal'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3344636596035587941</id><published>2007-10-25T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:02:31.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Average Day Teaching Preschool</title><content type='html'>Chi: Is everyone excited for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: YEEEAAAAA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annelise: Are you gonna go trick-or-treating Miss Chi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Oh most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Who are you gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Sharpay Evans from High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: GASP!!! I LOVE THAT MOVIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Who are you guys gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Spider-Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: A scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Why a scientest, Isabella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: It's what I'm gonna be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Ooh, that's great. What are you all going to be when you grow up? Zachary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary: A teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Taylor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: An astronaut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Chloe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: The first woman to be on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi: .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RyFKoVY48CI/AAAAAAAAACk/E-lUbt6Fxdc/s1600-h/poster73795780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RyFKoVY48CI/AAAAAAAAACk/E-lUbt6Fxdc/s400/poster73795780.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125459907721097250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3344636596035587941?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3344636596035587941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3344636596035587941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3344636596035587941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3344636596035587941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/10/average-day-teaching-preschool.html' title='An Average Day Teaching Preschool'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RyFKoVY48CI/AAAAAAAAACk/E-lUbt6Fxdc/s72-c/poster73795780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-9069591944256277803</id><published>2007-10-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:33:46.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moar videos!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I DID spell moar correctly. (Most of my friends would know this, but mom would go "ZOMG U SPELLED DAT WRONG AAAAAH WORLD END!!") ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a Marnie/Ethan video with my time off (Return to Halloweentown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep making my videos good by accident. I meant for this to be a boring montage set to music but I ended up getting effects and a theme in there, kinda like how I accidently synched everything perfectly in my High School Musical videos. The ending's pretty epic too if I do say so myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H25yzXuSevM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-9069591944256277803?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/9069591944256277803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=9069591944256277803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9069591944256277803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/9069591944256277803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/10/moar-videos.html' title='Moar videos!!'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3305350217380950031</id><published>2007-10-17T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:30:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 AM Pima Schedule for Dummies</title><content type='html'>Well my teacher never showed up for Bio today, so we were all set free. Well crap, that gives me nearly 3 and a half hours to do absolutely NOTHING. My homework's finished and no one's batshit looney enough to show up to Pima at 6 in the bloody morning. I had the hardest frikken time waking up today and my class was canceled. WTF? So it's only 7-ish now, but this is what my schedule has been/will be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 frikken 45: Dad tries to wake me up. Curse words are involved in our exhcange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50: Dad tries to wake me up again. Don't even acknowledge him this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00: Finally sit up, whine for a minute or two, get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15: Mother frikker I have to trek all the way to the LIVING ROOM to get to the laundry pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20: WTF is Charity?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30: Call Charity. She's not coming, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45: Breakfast line is too long, will be late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:01: Officialy late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10: Ms. Bird is obviously not coming. There IS no Bio today. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15: Call Charity and ask when she's coming so she can entertain me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20: Call again to ask if she left yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:25: Call once again to ask if she's left yet. Comment on Lucas' hottness. Ask if she left yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30: Call one more time to ask if she's even close to leaving yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:35: Call again to tell her I came up with this great idea for a blog entry about spending a morning in college at 6 frikken AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45: No one is here. This is kinda creepy. The bookstore is closed. The café is closed. Admissions, financial aid, registration, all closed. The TV is off. There is but ONE person sitting in the computer commons with his laptop. I never realized that I show up for class BEFORE THE COLLEGE OPENS!!! It's just more proof that only me and about a handful of students are crazy enough to show up for a 7 AM class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50: Charity finally shows up. Waste lots of time looking at Lucas Grabeel videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:50: Steal Charity's notebook and look at all her fanfic ideas. Get prompt whack on head for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00: Charity attempts to get focused and do homework. Attempt failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05: Waste more time squeeing over Lucas' hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30: Charity attempts to get focused once more and at least try to do one homework problem. Attempt failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35: Decide "how do I shook hips" would be the best Lucas macro EVER. This prompts us to google the words "LOL hips" just to see what will come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:40: The first two results are porn and Vegas discounts. Wut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45: Decide to make an extra credit powerpoint for a future anatomy class on said hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00: Marvel and bask in the fact that we just spent nearly three hours squeeing over an unnatainable High School Musical hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10: Go to Soc 101 nice and refreshed because I didn't try to frikken learn anything at 6 -- FRIKKEN -- AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT was I THINKING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, it's usually not a big deal, it just was today. This week's dragging pretty slowly too cause me and Charity are having another sleepover on Friday. (AKA Lucas-fest part two). I'm so excited. We're gonna watch Return to Halloweentown (possibly Halloweentown High before that) and all that good schtoof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this place is really creepy when it's empty. I should be writing poetry right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3305350217380950031?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3305350217380950031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3305350217380950031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3305350217380950031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3305350217380950031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/10/6-am-pima-schedule-for-dummies.html' title='6 AM Pima Schedule for Dummies'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-184207855654035830</id><published>2007-10-04T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:08:14.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong With This Picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RwVHmwsMRoI/AAAAAAAAACU/ywShqbgblj0/s1600-h/Photo+80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RwVHmwsMRoI/AAAAAAAAACU/ywShqbgblj0/s320/Photo+80.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117575282807293570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning my room and did a bit of a double-take at my DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season Two of Suite Life of Zack and Cody, High School Musical, Season One of Hannah Montana, Unrated version of Anchorman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know I'm a freak. There is no need to rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-184207855654035830?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/184207855654035830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=184207855654035830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/184207855654035830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/184207855654035830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With This Picture?'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/RwVHmwsMRoI/AAAAAAAAACU/ywShqbgblj0/s72-c/Photo+80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300780.post-3544153878096720253</id><published>2007-09-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:12:10.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SNAP I'M RICH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/Rv2mWgsMRnI/AAAAAAAAACM/_25gu3Y8Hcs/s1600-h/Photo+77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/Rv2mWgsMRnI/AAAAAAAAACM/_25gu3Y8Hcs/s320/Photo+77.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115427657425372786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice behind the fancy Louis Vouttion cell phone case, I am wearning a $7 High School Musical shirt from Wal-Mart. That's yer first hint ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Green Dragon flea market in Pennsylvania today. There were Coach, Prada, and Louis knock-offs EVERYWHERE. I don't care because they're DAMN GOOD knock-offs, and I will totally pay $30 for aVERY convincing fake rather than $250 for the real thing. I couldn't get the lady with the purse I wanted to go under $35, so I finally settled on getting a Sharpay purse from Claire's and this pretty case. I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chi &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300780-3544153878096720253?l=miaturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3544153878096720253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300780&amp;postID=3544153878096720253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3544153878096720253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300780/posts/default/3544153878096720253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miaturner.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-snap-im-rich.html' title='OH SNAP I&apos;M RICH'/><author><name>Mia Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010758365884271866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c53VzVG4Ti8/Rv2mWgsMRnI/AAAAAAAAACM/_25gu3Y8Hcs/s72-c/Photo+77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
