<?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-880257612269564161</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:08:41.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sami's Schizophenic Lifestyle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-8192210914516471218</id><published>2011-12-23T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:33:51.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braingerous</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; again! Yay&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; We made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I are still together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;months baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.keek.com/SamiMansonStar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I'll be making videos for it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Until next blog. Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-8192210914516471218?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPRufDchE2s' title='Braingerous'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8192210914516471218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=8192210914516471218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8192210914516471218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8192210914516471218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2011/12/braingerous.html' title='Braingerous'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-9084978878778728606</id><published>2011-08-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:40:22.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowny Daggers Ya'll</title><content type='html'>Alrighty. Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy him very much. His name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's been almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;months now. I basically spend everyday with him. He has introduced me to some of his friends. I like them I guess. But I feel like they aren't too sure about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;THE SON OF THE SON OF GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cleaning my room at the moment. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently dyed my hair &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violet&lt;/span&gt;. Before that it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Practice makes perfect, but not all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog. Smile.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-9084978878778728606?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9084978878778728606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=9084978878778728606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/9084978878778728606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/9084978878778728606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2011/08/clowny-daggers-yall.html' title='Clowny Daggers Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-4029410228465624771</id><published>2011-06-08T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:23:01.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Aroused By  My Confession</title><content type='html'>So listen here&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I no longer talk to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;M&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Roby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;start over&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s a fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;band I found a while ago&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.puscifer.com"&gt;Puscifer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who smokes the blunts&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;We smoke the blunts&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-4029410228465624771?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4029410228465624771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=4029410228465624771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/4029410228465624771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/4029410228465624771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-be-aroused-by-my-confession.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Aroused By  My Confession'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-7929207037177012914</id><published>2011-03-11T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:35:44.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who the fuck doesn't?"</title><content type='html'>Holy shit.. I don't know what to make of my project. We have to make something out of a shoe. Anyhow I should finish this and work on it. Give me ideas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNtil next blog. Smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-7929207037177012914?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7929207037177012914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=7929207037177012914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/7929207037177012914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/7929207037177012914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-fuck-doesnt.html' title='&quot;Who the fuck doesn&apos;t?&quot;'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-3935007098768372782</id><published>2011-02-14T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T04:49:01.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Oh, oui Je t'aime. Moi non plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;J'ai été très triste. Mon ami, je me suis déplacé hors de la maison de Julie. Puis est revenu en jeu. Nous avons lutté beaucoup&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;J'aime Julie beaucoup cependant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;J'ai beaucoup d'idées de film. Je devrais commencer à les écrire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-3935007098768372782?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3935007098768372782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=3935007098768372782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3935007098768372782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3935007098768372782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-3480075511495545511</id><published>2011-02-03T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:49:41.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship Committee</title><content type='html'>I'm in first hour right now and it just took me 20 minutes to write an essay for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;John Glenn Scholarship &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I really hope I get at least get 1 scholarship. I really need it. I really want to go to college. It's a real nice essay too. It's due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start writing my script..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pigtails in right now. I think I look just fine. These kids in my first hour are so annoying. They're&lt;strong&gt; black&lt;/strong&gt; (the&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; bad kind&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how out of all my friends I'm the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;youngest&lt;/span&gt; and the most &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking HATE that "&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;" song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think I'm done. Until next blog. Smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-3480075511495545511?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3480075511495545511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=3480075511495545511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3480075511495545511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3480075511495545511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2011/02/scholarship-committee.html' title='Scholarship Committee'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-5756375697939193998</id><published>2011-01-18T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T04:47:09.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done.</title><content type='html'>Right now I am in 1st hour. We have finals this week. Yay.. I'm sure I'll do fine. I'm taking my math final in Mrs. Kovatch's class. :) I have a phone now! Yay me! All weekend I was texting Mrs. Kovatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our English final we have to cook a feast.. Fun. I am making &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I lost weight. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I get done with finals I'll be working on a script. You don't get to know what it's about though. But when I'm shooting the movie I'll be making videos to let you in a little. But here's a little secret. You know that actor/director I've been talking to for 4 years? Well, I'll be working with him! Yay! I have been talking to him and he said once I come up with a script he'll help me make my movie. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow with my sister, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Roby&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells in here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to get a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my schedual for next semester.. Oh boy. I have Mr. Kovatch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog. Smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-5756375697939193998?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5756375697939193998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=5756375697939193998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5756375697939193998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5756375697939193998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done.'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-5388786301456501454</id><published>2010-11-23T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T04:36:04.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) :(</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I didn't go to school. I was extreamly depressed. I stayed in bed all day. I listened to some &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pagoda&lt;/span&gt; with the lights off and like 20 &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; lit. Of course I cried and obviously I ended up &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cutting&lt;/span&gt; myself. I haven't done that in forever.. Yay me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I come to school today, (It's first hour) and Jimi and Migale ask where I was yesterday. So I tell them I was very depressed. They see my wrist. Jimi grabs my arm and holds me and is all like "No Sam that's bad don't do that!" and he holds me for like 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi just came up and hugged me again and told me he loved me. "I'll be so sad if you leave this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;" :) Jimi is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story. While Jimi was holding me Migale was all "Well, I'm gonna hold her too." So he grabs me and holds me. Then he &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KISSES&lt;/span&gt; me! I love Migale also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What friends I have this year.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt; It's nice to know that these people care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie is going to be so jealous.. Uh oh! Oh well, he'll get over it. Julie&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt; the love of my life anyways. But I still love Jimi and Migale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog. Smile&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-5388786301456501454?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5388786301456501454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=5388786301456501454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5388786301456501454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5388786301456501454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':) :('/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-5653593560211343986</id><published>2010-11-19T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T04:51:54.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meth Lab</title><content type='html'>So I am in first hour right now. Math Lab. I call it &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lab. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; I love my teacher. Mrs. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kovatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm helping my friend &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt; with his math right now. God, I love helping. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt; always comes to me for help. I love it. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't finish my script. Oh well. I'll go to the library and  type more today in third hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit right next to Mrs. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kovatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt;. We're like 2 teachers. Either the kids go to her or me. Or sometimes they come to us both. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Paper boy can suck it&lt;/span&gt;" -Me. We're talking about our stupid new &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;istant&lt;/span&gt; principal. He was a paper boy before he took the job. I'm the only person who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog. Smile :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-5653593560211343986?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5653593560211343986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=5653593560211343986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5653593560211343986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5653593560211343986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/meth-lab.html' title='Meth Lab'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-7977576894473263633</id><published>2010-11-18T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:03:56.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallway PassPort</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in school right now. It's 3rd hour. Drama 1. I have to write a script of 2 1/2 pages long. Oh boy.. I really don't want to do this. Plus it's due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I are friends again. We just have a lot of troubles.. Friday I'm having people over for a fire. My new friend Tessa is coming over. Michael is too. Along with Aaron (cousin), Julie (boyfriend), and Celeste (cousin). Perhaps more. I hope we get to play &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ninja&lt;/span&gt;. It's a fun game where you do ninja poses and try to hit the other persons hand. It has to be done in a group. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pee &lt;/span&gt;so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate libraians. They are so mean. Probably becauses they don't really matter to the school and are always telling people to be quiet. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 1 page of my script done. This is hard. But it will be good. I hope. I probably won't finish it today. I'll do it at Julies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I was taking a shower and my bottle of soap fell into the tub. So I go to pick it up and I end upo knocking myself out for like a half hour or more. I woke up at the bottom of the tub &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; woke me up. Now I have a HUGE bump on my forehead and it's &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;scratched &lt;/span&gt;and everything! It sucks so bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hair would grow faster. It's almost 2 inches long now! Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I google myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you didn't know my right ankle is messed up. I've been  wearing a brace on it since like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; I think. I fell off a 2 foot porch. Great right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to lose weight. I work out like every other day now. Soon it will be EVERYDAY!!!!! I love it. I am done with junk food also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the hour is almost done so I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-7977576894473263633?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7977576894473263633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=7977576894473263633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/7977576894473263633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/7977576894473263633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/hallway-passport.html' title='Hallway PassPort'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-8003342433505809828</id><published>2010-07-11T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:56:29.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I cant say I care...</title><content type='html'>So last night was intense. My (now ex?) friend, Michael was being mean to me like all day. He was making fun of me and calling me names and shit like that (&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;?).  Well it made me angry/sad so I just decided to leave (which I'm not allowed to do anymore), But I felt I could do it if he did. So Julie got pissed and I have no idea what went on with Michael. I was so close to home when I was about to pass out. I was not ready for that walk. So Julie called his mom and I was taken back to their place. I said I hated everyone and I was very close to actually killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is very... self absorbed lets say. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conceited&lt;/span&gt;. He thinks hes right no matter what. And always makes it so I'm the bad guy.. Always. He says what he does is "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;". He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; work. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; believe in "&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;" only &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I've lost that "best friend". I must say I'm quite &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;apathetic&lt;/span&gt;. He did it to himself. This time I wont apologise for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog. Smile. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-8003342433505809828?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8003342433505809828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=8003342433505809828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8003342433505809828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8003342433505809828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-cant-say-i-care.html' title='Well I cant say I care...'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-8228568987439289017</id><published>2010-07-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:04:58.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Fuckin' Shit!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty then. Well this year has been quite eventful! December 2009 I had &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; surgery. That was too intense! It hurt so bad. About a week and a half after my surgery I was put into foster care because my aunt fucking hates me, and a few weeks after that I was put into a mental hospital. Then again in a month or so after. (Exactly what I need right after &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; surgery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past 10 months have been hard for me. I've lost few "friends", but I don't give a damn. And I've gained a lot. I've a totally wonderful boyfriend! His name is Julie. Going on 10 months! And for once I believe I have a best friend. His name is Michael. He's gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be moving out of my aunt's and into my mom's. (This ought to be fun) Oh boy! Back in with my annoying ass of a little brother! He's 5 now. What a great age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stretching my ears with Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a blogger also. He blogs about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my septum done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shaving my eyebrows. And I wear fake eyelashes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Marilyn Manson, Please don't marry Evan Rachel Whore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got a puppy. His name is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Scraud La Da&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Scraudles&lt;/span&gt; for short. He's a toy terrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrHoKnOKy4s/TDinG8KPGnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PtN6UeLMDAE/s1600/IMG000076.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492323483248433778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrHoKnOKy4s/TDinG8KPGnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PtN6UeLMDAE/s320/IMG000076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;r and a chiuaua mix. Hes cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; mohwak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Until next blog. Smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-8228568987439289017?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8228568987439289017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=8228568987439289017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8228568987439289017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8228568987439289017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2010/07/holy-fuckin-shit.html' title='Holy Fuckin&apos; Shit!'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrHoKnOKy4s/TDinG8KPGnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PtN6UeLMDAE/s72-c/IMG000076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-5449666211274069646</id><published>2009-07-16T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:55:20.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Too Shy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ok, I am so pissed. I'm pissed off at myself. I hate the way I am. I am too shy. I cant do anything I want cause I'm so shy. I really wanna act and be on youtube and whatnot. But I cant even speak to a camera. I can take pictures and thats all. I wish I could do this..I really do. It's so hard for someone so shy. I cant even go up to a store employee and sak for something. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I need help with this. I've spoken to famous people before...Online. I cant speak to people in person. I know I look like I want all the goddamned attention in the world with what I wear and all, but I'm seriously afriad of people. Like I couldnt even talk to a local band that wasn't big to sign my CD. My friend had to do it for me..I know right?! I'm  amazed I've friends. I only make friends with people that come to me. UGH! I want someone to like be with me all the time/whenever I feel like making a video to help me through it all. Seriously, talking to some stranger or to a camera alone is fucking torture. I do it and I want to cry. I hate the sound of my voice and the way I look. Reall, I just hate everything about me..I'm so..Fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-5449666211274069646?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5449666211274069646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=5449666211274069646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5449666211274069646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/5449666211274069646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-too-shy.html' title='I Am Too Shy!!!!'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-1279079771162861789</id><published>2009-01-14T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:00:46.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals, Movies, and Dancin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok. So first thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I went and saw this movie I didnt even know was at the theaters around my place. So I was reading that one actor('s) that i love blog, and there was a link to this place with his movie and 7 other horror films. So I look at what its about and then I see "Theaters". I had to see if there was a theater near me. I looked and saw one I go to all the time. So I go to the theaters website and there is the movie I've been waiting for. I had to message that actor and tell him I was gonna see his movie and this is what he had to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;haha, awesome. Hope you like it. You won't see me until about 3/4 of the way through. There will be a fire and then I'll walk in front of it. :)Hopefully they don't kick you out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;. My aunt wouldnt take me so I had to call my mom and go with her (yay). I had 2 free tickets, 2 free medium drinks, and a GINORMAS popcorn . I had to use them. haha. So I saw the movie and it was awsome I loved it. I messaged that actor back and told him what i thought of it and this is what he had to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Awesome! Glad you didn't think it (or I) sucked! hahaWhere'd you go see it? Well, it's supposed to be available at WalMart and Blockbuster and online I think March 31st or something. They should have all the behind the scenes stuff on the DVD like they have on you tube so that'll be cool. Like your dancing video. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have 2 dancin videos. Here are the links.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Su9IWmMe7eY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Su9IWmMe7eY&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwyGXhYfbfo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwyGXhYfbfo&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, finals started today. Today I had Literature and Gemometry. Tomorrow I have American History and Biology. Friday I have Math Lab and World Geography. I think I know what I wanna be when I get older. I wanna be a science teacher. I have such inspiration from my Biology teacher and another science teacher. I have always loved science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My gramma calls me Science Sami now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Until Next Blog. Smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-1279079771162861789?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1279079771162861789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=1279079771162861789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1279079771162861789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1279079771162861789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals-movies-and-dancin.html' title='Finals, Movies, and Dancin'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-7252907253256986264</id><published>2009-01-07T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:37:01.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, New Years, Hair, and Peircings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, its a new year! Finally. I believe 2008 went by pretty fast. That year sucked really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The subject of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; depresses me. I dont exactly like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. But I got some kool things I guess. I got some games and toys &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I dont know why, I'm 15 I dont need toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; a Bob Ross painting kit, a pair of pants, a pair of Vans, candy, sunglasses, 2 hoodies, 2 joker posters, a joker bobble head, nail polish, a F&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;ing laptop, 2 CDs, a credit card, money, chapstick, a peircing, and some other S&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My peircing..I love it! I got a peircing called Smiley. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;look it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Its that little peice of skin connecting your upper lip to your gum. I just changed it from a bar to a bul ring. It looks as if I have something stuck in my teeth, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; but I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;New Years Eve was insane! I cant say much about what I did, but I partyed hard is all I can say. HaHa. It was a fun time fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My new hair color is........&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;! And I have a band shaved in the middle of my head. Its grown out quite a bit now..about an inch now. That part is &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. I did have cheetah print in my hair, but it washed out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Until Next Bolg...Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-7252907253256986264?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7252907253256986264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=7252907253256986264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/7252907253256986264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/7252907253256986264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-new-years-hair-and-peircings.html' title='Christmas, New Years, Hair, and Peircings'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-3452586391471755107</id><published>2008-10-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:45:16.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa There Buddy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok so all last week was crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, on Monday &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; 6th I woke up and got ready for school and turned on the news. There was 3 news stations at my school! It was all about the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teachers Strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*.&lt;/span&gt; No one thought they would do it. But they did. We were all ordered to go inside the school by the principal. So all of us students went inside and were wondering where to go and what to do. Then like 5 mins later the principal got on the anounsments and told us to all go home. Me and my friends Julie and Justin went straight to my house. But on our way we said &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt; to some of the teachers we knew that were picketing in front of the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We hung out all day. Then the school called at like 10 that night and said no school the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have no idea what I did that day. Then again the school calls, no school the next day too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That day I got dressed and curled my hair! yeah...curled it!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Anyways at like 1 I walked up to my school and saw a teach I knew and picketed with her for an hour or so. During that time I saw one of my fave teachers, Mr. Jennings, oh yes the&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH SWEET JENNINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm obsessed with him along with my friend Amanda..Don't ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; So I was walking with him for a little while and spoke with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No school the next day. I hung out with my friend Ashley. We went up the the school and saw some teachers with signs walking up to The Board Of Education.&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;its right next to my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; And then we saw some lady at like the drive way of the school passing out papers. So we helped her. She told us there was a meeting going on for the teachers. we left and had ice cream and fries and wine. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;haha sparkling juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; The papers we were passing out said there was a meeting going on that night at 6:30, so we went to it. We listened to all the teachers and some lady talkin shit about Special Ed. I was all like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"GET OFF THE STAGE, IM IN SPECIAL ED BITCH!"&lt;/span&gt; then I ran away with Ashley. But we stayed. We waited until it was over and walked back home with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR. JENNINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! so yeah..He went to his car and we were still walking home when he drove by us and honked his horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friday we had school. I get up, get ready, and get a ride to school. We drive up and I see like a whole bunch of my friends Standing outside with signs. So I got out and joined them. Then the security gaurd came out cause the bell rang and we were still out and we got kicked off the school property. So...Yeah I was outside of school all day with some kids I didnt know. There was like 4 people I knew that were outside with me. So yeah..We all picketed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I got grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Until next blog. Smile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-3452586391471755107?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3452586391471755107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=3452586391471755107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3452586391471755107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3452586391471755107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoa-there-buddy.html' title='Whoa There Buddy!!!'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-8786248805361425660</id><published>2008-10-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:16:54.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skippin' A Beat But It Plays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok so there has been a lot going on. I think this will be long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I did a painting of that actor of him as The Joker. It's my fave painting that I've done. He also wants me to do a painting of Harley Quinn for his Promo Vid for his Movie I guess. This is what he said about the painting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's very very nice. Great job! I'm quite impressed and thankful! I'll get you details about the Harley thing as soon as I have 5 minutes to myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and this is what he said before the painting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We're going to have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Harley Quinn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in our next movie. I was wondering if you'd be interested in painting a Dark Knight version of Harley... for a promo piece that I'm going to film. Your version... like a trashier, less cartoony version of her...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I cant wait for the details so I do the painting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My hair was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..Now? Its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Turquise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. Oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OK ehhh...The Homecoming Game was like last friday I think. It was ok. There was like 6 fights and my friends painted on their stomachs &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; and were on FSN and Fox 2 I believe. My friends Mary and Justin got in a fight. So yeah..Then Justin got mad at evreyone...and like yelled at me and we got in a fight over the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am in counseling again. This would be my 3rd time going this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, but friday I did not go to school. I went down to Toledo. You see my cousin, Justine, is a fashion designer. She lives in Tennesse. So she came up for a photoshoot of her dress she made. This is what she said. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will be in town tmmrw morning and will go to shoot in Toledo all day Friday. probly leave super early and will be back late night. I forgot you have school, but if you want to come be my assistant for the day you can catch a ride with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; So I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, in literature we've been reading &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Romatics&lt;/span&gt;. Now don't be stupid and think &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Romantisism&lt;/span&gt; is about love and crap.. It's not. I really wanna write a book and get it published. Or even a book of my poetry would be kool. We had to write a 20 line poem and she liked mine the best. I got the inspiration of my poem from my Uncle Geralds painting that he gave me. It's very nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am probably going to move away with my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wow...I thought I had more...I know I do....I just cant remember. Hmm..Ok nothing, well then im done I guess. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Until Next Blog. Smile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-8786248805361425660?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8786248805361425660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=8786248805361425660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8786248805361425660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/8786248805361425660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/10/skippin-beat-but-it-plays.html' title='Skippin&apos; A Beat But It Plays...'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-6962056592297055214</id><published>2008-08-22T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:14:38.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Point, School, and a Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I finished the paintings of that actor. I had to do both of the pics that I liked. But he loved them! This is what he said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thanks! Looks great! I'd love to see&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;eventually&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; 1 of 2 of my favorite pics of me as the joker painted.... Either the one still pic at the beginning or the one at the end of the latest joker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vid&lt;/span&gt; I put up, you know what I'm talking about? Wow, you did those quick!You're very talented, I'm in awe of your paintings on your page!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am so happy he wants more and that he loves my paintings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was my cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aarons&lt;/span&gt; birthday and I was forced to go to Cedar Point. Aaron, his mom&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aunt Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; my mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aarons&lt;/span&gt;' friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aarons&lt;/span&gt; brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, and me all went to Cedar Point. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; is 6 and never went on a roller coaster, me too. I was told to walk around with him. So me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; first went on &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cork Screw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After that we met up with everyone else and went on some wooden ride I totally forget the name. Then we all split again. My mom and Aunt Mel went on the fastest ride there I guess, and Aaron and his friend went on I have no idea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; went on some little coaster. After that me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; him just walked around and I saw&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt; of my friends. Nick, Muffins, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just nicknames &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; We walked around with them for a little while. We all went on The Cork Screw cause they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go on it. Then they left and me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; met up with our moms. We went on this water ride. Now we all had clothes on and no bathing suits. We got soaked. we stayed there all day. Much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; I had to register for school. GAY GAY GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today I had to go to my step moms', Nancy, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Funeral&lt;/span&gt;. I had to leave at 10 and I woke up at 9:16. I got there and I saw some of her family that I know but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go up to them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; shy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. But her sister, Kim, came up to me, she was crying, she gave me a hug and said, "She always talked about you" then she walked away. That gave me a smile and a tear. My dad finally came. I gave him a hug and we talked. He asked if my sister was there. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even know she knew Nancy. But she showed up. She sat next to me. After we asked dad if we could go with him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;. He said we could since it was only him and Connor. So we all went there and did whatever. Then me, dad, Connor, and Amber all went to dads' house so he could change. Me and Amber played with Connor. He took me and Amber back to the funeral home so our rides could take us back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I never thought I would see my dad cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Until next blog. Smile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-6962056592297055214?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6962056592297055214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=6962056592297055214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/6962056592297055214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/6962056592297055214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/cedar-point-school-and-funeral.html' title='Cedar Point, School, and a Funeral'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-597576034779782508</id><published>2008-08-16T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:09:05.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Bad News And I've Got Bad News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok well these few weeks have been totally sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First on August 9th was my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;. My dad called me and said his wife was in the hospital and they wont be able to make it to my party because Nancy had a heart attack and might not make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then on August 10th was my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;. 4 friends came and 1 family member came. Ummm..ok? Yeah, No, I'm alright... That sucked majorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just that whole week was terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now this week my dad calls and I try to call him back and I cant because his phone is turned off. So on thurday I just want to get away so I go to my friend Marys' house. We go to a Battle Of The Bands that night. Mary was playing with her lighter in there and decides to burn me with it...Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I now have two blisters that dont hurt as bad as they did yesturday that will turn into scars for sure right by my right shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I called my dad back today. He told me Nancy had died. Her brain has stoped working but her heart wont stop. Poor thing. I miss her already. I've been trying to keep her off my mind; move on. So all day I have been painting. I think I did like 5 already. So thinking of painting I remembered that I havent painted a picture of someone in a while. I message that actor I was talking about before, asking if I could paint a picture of him. This is what he said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fuck yeah, I'd love it! :)You want to paint a picture of &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;me&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; or me as the Joker? I can send you a few pics of whichever you want for you to choose. You know what's funny, just 2 days ago I clicked on your pics &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;you know how myspace says &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;so and so just uploaded a new pic&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; or whatever? Well I clicked on one that you had uploaded and then I was looking at your paintings and I was like, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Damn, she's good that'd be cool as hell if she did one of me!&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; :)Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have two pics of him that i like..I cant decide. I think I might do both&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope he likes them!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Until next blog. Smile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-597576034779782508?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/597576034779782508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=597576034779782508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/597576034779782508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/597576034779782508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-bad-news-and-ive-got-bad-news.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Bad News And I&apos;ve Got Bad News...'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-1043492839980559232</id><published>2008-08-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:18:38.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party+Dance+Drinks=A Sweet 16!!! And A Crappy Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok. So. Last night was my bestfriends' &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet Sixteen&lt;/span&gt;! It was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mom decided to come over and wake me up. At 9:35. She was supossed to do my hair on Saturday...But no. She bleached my hair again, then cut it..Kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I spent about 4 hours waiting to go to her party with my two friends Justin and Julie. We waited until 5 to go to her party. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Justin and Julie came over at 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; You see first she wanted me there at 1, then 3, then 5. So we all settled on 5. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So we were waiting, trying to find something to do. So we went to the mall, made eggs glow, and played a game of crazy 6s', that game did not end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The time finally came. Thank-You! We walked into the Wayne Community Center and went to the *Rooms* she had. There was a whole bunch of tables around a dance floor and one tall ong talbe where the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;V.I.P&lt;/span&gt; sat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thats right I was in V.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; I was all like &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I'm scared to go in..There's too many people!!!"&lt;/span&gt; So my friends' mom came up right behind me and said &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Lets go!"&lt;/span&gt; She took my arm and walked in. Of course I walked in with her like I was totally Fabulous! hahaha. So I went up to the Birthday Girl, Mary, talked to her and my other friends. I was introduced to many cute boys. Now Justin and Julie were still out side of the room and with two of thier friends, Kristie and Ashley. About 15 minutes that we were there Justin was already talkin' crap about the boys. Mary was gonna kick him out.  Justin, Julie, Kristie and Ashley left without saying bye or even a happy birthday. Asses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After all that crap everyone that was in &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;V.i.P&lt;/span&gt; sat at the table talked and ate and just hung out and stuff. i got to sit next to Mary! We were all waiting for the D.J. He finally came. The music came on and a few were out on the floor, but they were like 3 or 4 years old or somethin. Me and my friends' Samm and Cali went on the dance floor and did some pelvic thrusts. Fun. A little while later Mary was on the dance floor with everyone except like 2 guys. We were all dancing and that was much fun! Once of the boys got money and got someone to buy them some alcohol. ha! So they started drinkin and someone put a lot in my drink. Very funny. But I was dieing of thirst so I didnt care. I was dancing and running around too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Weird thing. I was walking around on the dance floor and some weird old dude like maybe in his 50s came up to me and was all like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"OH MY GOD! I love your hair! My wife won't let me do that to my hair! You must be one of Marys' friends!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mary has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; pinkish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hair and I had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whats your name?! Oh, I'm Uncle *mumble*. Nice to meet you!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How are you drunk at 6:30? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;More dancing went on. Hanging out in bathrooms. Outside taking drugs.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;inside joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cake time! The D.J Made up us all go over to the cake area and sing. And as we did sing He kept saying &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Now I know you can get louder!".&lt;/span&gt; So funny. She blew out the candles and went back on dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Every aunt and cousin were totally dirty dancing. More fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So we all danced, drank, took drugs &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;inside joke again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; sat on the curb outside, hung out in bathrooms, hung out in the room :ll 2 dots 2 lines, repeat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The night finally came and Uncle *mumble* came up to me again while I was dancing all up on Mary. haha. He wants a picture of Me, Him, and Mary. Why me? &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; And hugs after the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I took a walk with my friend Rob. He said I looked like &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Joker&lt;/span&gt;. I was going for the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;J&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everyone; wasted. Dirty dancing. I love you Mary. 10:00. So the party is almost over. Family is leaving, all the teens are on the dance floor still. 10:30. Almost no one is there only us teens and a few cousins maybe. 11:00. Only us teens and Marys' mom are there. We are still dancing! hahahahaha! 11:30. We finally stop cause her mom needed help from the boys. I called for my ride. Everyone went outside by the car. My ride finally came I huged Rob, Goldie, Olive, and Mary. 12:00. Take shower, sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I did not sleep. I go to summer school with a headache. I tell anyone who didn't go to the party how awsome it was. They were jealous of the guys that I danced with. hehehahahe. On our break I walked to the store with Fence &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am not mad at him anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and Jiggles. I felt terrible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Until next blog. &lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-1043492839980559232?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1043492839980559232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=1043492839980559232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1043492839980559232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1043492839980559232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/party.html' title='Party+Dance+Drinks=A Sweet 16!!! And A Crappy Day After'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-1681082239749366863</id><published>2008-07-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:26:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Morning...Awsome Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So I have just got back from the movies...I saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;. T'was amazing! I'll tell how the day went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Summer School sucked. I went outside with my friends for our like 20min break. My friend, Fence, is an out of control person. He usually comes out all hyper and had his stupid little Sharpie marking people with it saying "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you tiger now&lt;/span&gt;". Well the last time he marked me I told him to never do it again. So he came out marking people...Then he marked me. When he did that he got it on my favorite shirt. I looked at my shirt, then at him and I said, "&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am so close to strangling you Fence, so close.".&lt;/span&gt; Well, my bestfriend, Mary, hit him. She kept me basically away from him for those few mins. She then had to leave as we all went in, since she only has 2 classes and we all have 3. So as the school day ended, Annie, came and picked me up and got me 7-11. We picked up mom and my little brother, Nate. Now me and mom waited at my house until it was time to leave for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We went and saw the Fantastic movie. God how I would love seeing it everyday it will be out, and I probably will. haha. Now I have a lot of new ideas for many things. Since I have an obsession with "&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Villains&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Criminals&lt;/span&gt;", I have decided to become one. Well I guess I've been one since I've already been to jail for a simple crime. (&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm not a bad person I swear it&lt;/span&gt;)..Yet I want to smile 24/7 I cant. But I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Until Next Blog.....Have a nice day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-1681082239749366863?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1681082239749366863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=1681082239749366863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1681082239749366863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1681082239749366863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/07/terrible-morningawsome-day.html' title='Terrible Morning...Awsome Day'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-3090704751339577941</id><published>2008-07-14T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:20:10.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Checks And Appointments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I just got two free tickets for &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Only four more days until I get to see it, except I'm still thinking on who I am going to bring. Yesturday is when I got them. We were at K-Mart and in thier paper they had such an awsome Joker shirt, but they were out or they did not have any. So we asked for a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rain Check&lt;/span&gt;! haha. I also got a magazine that had stuff about Heath Ledgers' ex and daughter. I so had to! For many of my friends know that I am in love with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;/span&gt;.  Also last night my Aunt, Annie, wanted to watch a movie. So, thinking of that whole day obsessing over &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heath&lt;/span&gt;, I picked out &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Brothers Grimm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now after that I became somewhat sad, I wanted to meet Heath so bad. This always seems to happen when I get into someone who is going to  be big, they die. Like&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Steve Irwin&lt;/span&gt;, I had always loved him. Until I started watching his show more, then he died. I have always like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt;, just now started watching his movies before I even knew about &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, then he dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally my mom is going to make some appointments. There is a lot more things wrong with me. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have a Cyst on my palm right below my ring finger on my left hand. This will be surgicly removed. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tonsil Stones are coming back for me. I need my tonsils removed.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A small bone is sticking out of the left side of my right foot. ow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am not afriad of the pain that will come from it all. I have had many surgerys, but it has been &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; 8&lt;/span&gt; years since my last surgery. I don't like to complain, so I don't. Only to my mom and Annie. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-3090704751339577941?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3090704751339577941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=3090704751339577941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3090704751339577941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/3090704751339577941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-checks-and-appointments.html' title='Rain Checks And Appointments'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-2310493006556342879</id><published>2008-06-27T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:29:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Rain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I just stayed up almost all night with my cousin, Aaron. I'll tell the whole story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok. So around 7:3o-ish we went and picked him up and went to Rite-Aid. We were looking at all the junkfood and for some reason I totally went out of it and was starring at the penuts. So Aaron comes behind me and whispers in my ear, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Get the cashews!"&lt;/span&gt; in a weird creepy voice. I laughed so hard I nearly peed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When we got back to my house we watched some vids on Youtube. Then we went outside and it was like..10:00! How did that happen? Anyways we went outside and had fun with Mentos and Diet Coke. Aaron went on my trampoline and I just watched. I threw the rest of the Mentos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(like 3)&lt;/span&gt; at the house behind mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We then went inside talked aboiut what movie we should watched, He then picked out The Illusionist. About halfway into the movie I took a shower. So After the movie we sat around talked about like everything. We went into the kitchen and I showed him that I have sugar cane. He said, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Bamboo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"No, Sugar Cane."&lt;/span&gt; I said. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Oh, you know what's funny? There's a monkey called bamboo.&lt;/span&gt;" He replied. I laughed so hard at him and corrected him that he was thinking of a baboon. I told him that he must feel really stupid at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aaron wanted to play my keyboard so I got it out. Like everythime he spends the night he has to play them. So we sat around listening to what he could come up with. That was fun! I finally got up and came on the computer, Aaron was then slap-happy. he stood up and said, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ok, watch this!"&lt;/span&gt; and he started to dance like the idiot he is. That was just great. He called it hip-hop dancing...awsome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now after all that he wanted to watch The Prestige. I put it in and we wathed that and after it we had nothing to do so we went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I woke up about an hour ago when Aaron's mom called saying that he needs to be home before 1:30 and it's 12:30 right now. Im not going to say anything &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt; cause I want him to stay longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-2310493006556342879?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2310493006556342879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=2310493006556342879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/2310493006556342879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/2310493006556342879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain Rain....'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-880257612269564161.post-1966208690581631221</id><published>2008-06-27T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:57:44.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My New Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Two words that are destroying me right now. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer School&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But I'm somewhat glad I haven't had homework. I started June 26th and will end on August 7th. That's two days before my birthday! A waste of half my summer. But I should of tried better in the first half of school. All I can say is that I worked my arse off by the end of the school year (which was the last month of school). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Highschool isn't easy. It's obviously not. Way less drama and stupidity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Paranoid is what I am like every day. I think im crazy. (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have always wanted to act. I found out about this actor since I got out of school. I wont say his name, but I know a few of my friends know who im talkin' bout. He's amazing! I would love to meet him. I spoke to him and he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...Thank you for taking the time to not only watch, but also to send the email. I appreciate your interest. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(some other sentance I can't put in)&lt;/span&gt;...You can be shy and act, trust me... in fact it's kind of therapuedic... I'm a pretty shy person, but give me a different person to be and put a camera in front of me and there's a transformation that comes over me and all shyness is taken away. Gradually it started to seep into my real life... I've definitely changed a lot for the better since I started acting!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. I would like to thank you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FRIDGEN HACKEN! Still no surgery. Im in pain and my mom is acting like it's all nothing. For those of you who don't know....I have a cyst on my hand. You can't see it but you can feel it. I thought it was a bone coming from the palm but I guess not 'cause we got an X-ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Im a new person. Im more colorful....or I will be. I am going to stop painting my nails black and being the "&lt;strong&gt;Stereotypical Goth&lt;/strong&gt;" or "&lt;strong&gt;Emo&lt;/strong&gt;". How I hate stereotypes! But I found a new style that I adore! I might have some vids and pics, once I get my new clothes of course.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/880257612269564161-1966208690581631221?l=samimansonstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1966208690581631221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=880257612269564161&amp;postID=1966208690581631221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1966208690581631221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/880257612269564161/posts/default/1966208690581631221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samimansonstar.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-new-summer.html' title='This Is My New Summer'/><author><name>Sami Manson Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11115431139770220100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-WYwvGymiE/TvVvP8tgXyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PYAYObr47eU/s220/0920123658.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
