<?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-73521447542213462</id><updated>2011-12-30T17:01:09.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spare Time of A Dork Like Me</title><subtitle type='html'>"Happy artificial holiday with strong commercial overtones..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-343120276062826423</id><published>2011-12-30T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:01:09.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see...2011</title><content type='html'>2011, one of the weirdest years I've probably ever had to go through. What have I lived through this year?&lt;br /&gt; 1. Death of probably like 50 superstars (superstars at one point or another)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kim Kardashian's wedding&lt;br /&gt;3. Kim Kardashian's divorce&lt;br /&gt;4. Katy Perry's divorce&lt;br /&gt;5. 11/11/11 at 11:11 at which I didn't even make a wish&lt;br /&gt;6. One semester of AP Physics B&lt;br /&gt;7. The hottest summer in the history of summers&lt;br /&gt;8. Earthquake in Kansas&lt;br /&gt;9. Earthquake in Japan&lt;br /&gt;10. UCLA Girl's Asian Rant&lt;br /&gt;11. The start of one of the most drama-filled Republican races ever&lt;br /&gt;12. Death of Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;13. Death of Osama Bin Laden&lt;br /&gt;14. NASA lost moon rocks&lt;br /&gt;15. Justin Bieber's a baby daddy&lt;br /&gt;16. Justin Bieber's NOT a baby daddy&lt;br /&gt;17. The end of PureNRG&lt;br /&gt;18. The end of the Suite Life series both the first and on deck&lt;br /&gt;19. The end of Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;br /&gt;20. Hilary Duff got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a strange year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-343120276062826423?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/343120276062826423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=343120276062826423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/343120276062826423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/343120276062826423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2011/12/lets-see2011.html' title='Let&apos;s see...2011'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-2467857905099542963</id><published>2011-02-21T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:06:46.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic Dreams</title><content type='html'>I just had one of THE most realistic dreams of my life. It involves a guy I asked to a concert with me next week. And a friend I asked to go with me, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all the clocks in my house were on different times in my dream, and I thought it was seven when it was really three and I thought we were going to be late to line up to get in because you pay at the door and it's a first come first serve kinda deal and I want floor seats again like last year. So, anyway, my dream at first was that we were late, because I thought we missed the concert when we really didn't, and it was dark, so that further convinced me that we missed it. Then, I guess, we were in church, and I have a crush on that guy, so we were all flirty and together all the time and my friend somehow disappeared, then I had to change my pants or something and I got really hot and woke up. I don't really have a knack for telling stories, but I just had to put this down somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-2467857905099542963?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/2467857905099542963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=2467857905099542963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2467857905099542963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2467857905099542963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2011/02/realistic-dreams.html' title='Realistic Dreams'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-6369300624153869697</id><published>2010-12-06T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:25:27.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heresy of Assigned Lunch Seats</title><content type='html'>The first quarter of my sixth grade year was okay. I don't remember a lot of it. Most of the memories come from the lunches. My entire sixth grade class was the biggest. Of course we had the horrible boys who made everything hell. There was this one boy. He and his gang of croonies always threw food at people. So they(the teachers) separated the boys and the girls. The girls on one side of the lunch room, the boys on the other. We were pretty okay with this. Then it got worse. Because everything always gets worse when boys get together with each other. So then we got assigned lunch seats. I mean, on every table, there was a list of six random names. You had to sit with those people until they changed it. It was hell. The whole point was to get us to talk to different people and find things in common with each other. Nope. That didn't happen. Ideas that come from teachers that never had kids never do. So I ended up never talking to anyone at my table. I had other friends. When it was discovered that we could get up and go to another table to talk to our friend at the end of the hour, we did, and we were much happier. They switched names about every two months. I never made any friends that way. Then rolled around seventh grade. We were put in alphabetical order. I was stuck with the two biggest idiots in the entire grade. One was stupid enough in fifth grade to make fun of me by saying to me, "Hey, look! I'm singing the Chinese National Anthem! Ching, Chong, Ping..." And so forth. I told on him. He got in trouble. I've despised him ever since. The other was just an idiot. But I didn't have anything against him until this one day. He was telling me I was eating dog. And just going on and on about it. The other guy joined in. I was so furious I started crying and had to go tell the principal. I wrote a long letter about why I was crying. All he had to do was go sit with the teachers. He didn't get suspended or anything. Now that I'm in high school, we don't have that. We do, however have a Friends of Rachel club. Every Thursday, they try to make us sit with people we have something in common with. For instance, they tried to have us sit at tables with our favorite color. Then it was birth month. Since it wasn't reinforced, we didn't comply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, my point is, teachers don't get that some students aren't comfortable outside their comfort zone. Most students loathe sitting with people they don't know. I know I do. I'm asian, and I was known as the shy asian kid who didn't talk much. I didn't talk much because I know that the people I sat with will make stupid assumptions and judge me by how little they know of where my ancestors lived, and what they know of me. They say I'm an angry person. There's a reason for that. I've had so many people ask me if I speak Chinese. Yes, I do. I'm not going to perform for you like some pet that can do tricks. My bus driver asked me where I came from. I knew she wanted to hear something like "I lived in Beijing, but then I came here, and there are SOOO many opportunities..." Tough luck. I was born in the good ol' U.S. of A., old lady. Not everyone who's diffrent was born somewhere else. These lunch seats just symbolize stuff that people think can do good, but really does more harm. I guess I could say I'm stronger because of it, but that would be a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in my high school, they're trying to force us to make friends, I think that's ridiculous. We form our circle by seventh grade. Where I live, the elementary, the middle, and the high school are all in the same area. You can walk from the high school to the middle school and elementary school and vice versa. Honestly, we all made our friends and our judgements BEFORE high school, and no one is going to break out of that circle to please the teachers. It's like communism. Or dictatorship. These people need to butt out of our lives and get one of their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-6369300624153869697?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/6369300624153869697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=6369300624153869697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/6369300624153869697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/6369300624153869697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2010/12/heresy-of-assigned-lunch-seats.html' title='The Heresy of Assigned Lunch Seats'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-2243651606252554129</id><published>2010-09-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:49:42.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Love Have to Hurt?</title><content type='html'>Alright, am I in love with this guy? I don't know, but I DO know that I had/have a crush on him and I don't know what to do now because I went to his little twelve-year-old brother's birthday party today, and all the guys there, and I mean ALL, were immature perverts from my rival school. I mean, seriously? How stupid is my life? I FINALLY find a guy who I don't think is a jerk, who's really sweet and really nice and suddenly I see his friends and something just cracked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm dying. I'm going to die. Of heartbreak. You know what else? He used to live in the country. With no neighbors, so I thought I at least had a chance. I thought maybe he liked me back since we hung out ALL NIGHT last Friday at Bible Study(We didn't do anything bad, you gutter-minded invisibles). But I guess not. There's this neighbor girl he has, and now I think he likes her. Maybe it's just jealousy, but I'm feeling a little depressed right now. I'm not exactly the type who just flirts with a guy unless I think he's worth it. I thought he was worth it. Now I don't know. I don't know anymore and I don't wanna know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to crawl in a hole and sleep forever. This year is turning out to be the WORST year of my life. Nothing's going right. Nothing. Neither is this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-2243651606252554129?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/2243651606252554129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=2243651606252554129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2243651606252554129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2243651606252554129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2010/09/does-love-have-to-hurt.html' title='Does Love Have to Hurt?'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-3607474678961430714</id><published>2010-09-10T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:07:12.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah....high school.</title><content type='html'>High school. The wonderful "best years" of your life. Yeah...not so much. Now that I'm no longer a freshie, I get annoyed by them. I'm annoyed by how much shorter most of them are, and I am an extremely short person. I barely reach five foot. It's quite annoying. You know what else annoys me? The fact that we're in marching band, and we're supposed to be playing our hearts out, and you can barely hear us because the freshmen aren't playing loud enough, therefore causing the rest of us to play softer because we don't want to be conspicuous. I myself haven't been doing that, but it's really awkward when you're playing as loud as you can, and you can only hear yourself. What makes it all the more awkward is that we have to memorize it, and sometimes I make mistakes. We're playing Billy Joel. I'm really hoping that I wasn't this annoying when I was a freshman. There's this one, Andrew(changed to protect privacy). He's a jerk. Especially today, to this one girl, Xavia(still changed, but that was the name of one of the seniors last year). Xavia's not really the skinniest person around, and she's kind of quiet and not very pretty, but Andrew really had no right to belittle her when she was just a little off when we were practicing our new drills today. Breanna(changed) told her she was just a LITTLE off and Andrew was like "Oh, good job, Xavia!" in this really loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed me off that a stupid freshman like him could feel so powerful when he's not. Not at all. Not one bit. I hate people like that who think they're so much better than others when they're really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other drama to report: Stupid Racist African-American girl. I don't care about her privacy so I'll use her real name. Allison King. Find her on Facebook and spam her for all she's worth. She hates me. I've never done anything to her, but since I'm of an Asian ethnicity, she automatically hates me and thinks I smell. I DON'T SMELL. Not one bit. I take showers every day, which is more than what can be said for her. She herself admitted to this other girl that she showered once a week. Maybe every two weeks. Ew. So gross. I can't even think about how very unhygenic that is. It's like "When I come around, you automatically begin to notice your own odor." She's a shallow, whiny, fake. And I'm not being racist. There are a whole lot of other african-americans that I knew earlier in my lifetime and they were really nice, and I was really nice to them, but this girl is the epitome of hypocrite. Anyway, my friend knows that Allison hates me, and so my friend hates Allison because my best friend has been my best friend since fifth grade. Turns out that Allison has been throwing things at one of my other friends, who's really quiet and doesn't really talk much except around her real friends, kinda like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my best friend(I'll call her sky, since that's her username) is sitting at the lunch table, and she has a clear shot of the back of Allison's head. To get back at her for throwing things at Georgia(other friend, name changed), Sky decides to throw animal crackers at her. She told me she missed the first time, but the second time she hit her in the back of the head. I know this is a random story, but I HAVE to tell the world. Anyway, Allison didn't know who threw the cracker but she was P.O.'ed. Geraldine was sitting at the table, too, and decided to tell Nicole. Nicole is this notorious gossip who tells rumors and lies to get attention. So she told Allison that Sky threw it, and Allison was like "Eh, my gawd. I am going to kick Sky's A**." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, Sky really doesn't care that Allison's threatening her because she has witnesses to say that Allison DID threaten her. Then, if Allison throws the first punch and they start fighting, Sky can say that she was fighting in self-defense. You know what I say? Good for her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, tomorrow is the 9-year anniversary of the tragedy of 9-11. People can't even respect that. In an article on Yahoo!, it read "AP - They will read the names, of course, the names of every victim who died in the Sept. 11 attacks. The bells will ring. And then that moment of unity will give way to division as activists hoist signs and march, some for and some against a planned mosque two blocks from ground zero." Which almost completely sums up my point. Almost. The point that I'm trying to make is that the muslims shouldn't be allowed to build a mosque within a 200-mile radius of Ground Zero. That's like building a tribute to the Nazis on top of the Jewish concentration camps, or burning the American flag. It just isn't done, and on top of that, it's just plain wrong. What happened to the American spirit? What happened to protesting? What happened to the hippies? What happened to questioning the rules and regulations of the government, who, by the way, is being run by one of the worst presidents in history next to Nixon and Andrew Jackson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to our society? You wanna know why our economy is so bad and the government can't pay to get up off it's lazy butt and get to work? A(not the only) reason that I will state. Illegal immigrants. They get here, then they take the jobs that belong to Americans. Americans that work hard, people that work to live here. Then the immigrants get put in jail. Then what? They get sent back to their country? Yeah, with the money that WE pay with OUR taxes! What if they stay in jail? They get bread and water. They get clothes on their backs. They get a place to sleep at night, they go to bed knowing that they'll have something to eat the next day. They're even better off than they were BEFORE they got caught! And you know HOW they get all those comforts? It's paid by money. OUR money. Money that we worked hard to earn. This entire nation is being flushed down the drain while our government looks on and drinks tea and pretends to read the bills we're trying to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to tell you people, but no one reads this blog. So I guess what I'm saying is wasted work, but I tell you, I will be remembered for generations. I will affect lives. These hands that type these words will affect the lives of millions of people, dead or alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-3607474678961430714?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/3607474678961430714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=3607474678961430714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3607474678961430714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3607474678961430714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2010/09/ahhigh-school.html' title='Ah....high school.'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-1413875391976822779</id><published>2010-07-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:53:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawkins Delusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/biol_01_img01111234921873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 407px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/biol_01_img01111234921873.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to steal this title idea from Alister McGrath, but I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; watch EXPELLED last night all the way through for the first time and I just HAD to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, for people who HAVE seen EXPELLED, scientists of today are finding more and more evidence for Intelligent Design than they are for Evolution, so SUCK THAT, EUGENIE SCOTT!! Eugenie Scott herself admitted that there are no peer-edited articles supporting Intelligent Design. You know what that means? That means that they're only writing articles supporting themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you reading this article right now are thinking that I'm just a cocky teenager who doesn't know anything about science, but look at the picture up there. Do YOU know what that is? Those are Haekel's Embryos. That picture is in almost every science book ever created. And it's a total fake. These people printing those science books are teaching their kids absolute nonsense. Real embryos actually look nothing alike. Google it. You'll find that this picture is an absolute fake. Eugenie Scott who works for this national education place for science said that they're keeping that in there because it promotes Evolution. Soo...you're lying through your teeth to promote evolution? How does that work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, none of these evolutionists know how life began on earth. None. There was this one guy that Ben Stein interviewed who said that life began on the backs of crystals. "How?" "I just told you, life began on the backs of crystals." "But how did that happen?" "I just told you..." and this went on for a while. Richard Dawkins, author of "The God Delusion", even admitted himself that no one knew how and that maybe aliens came and seeded our planet. But he spent his whole life devoted to evolution and being totally against Intelligent Design. And now he's admitting that? I don't think he realized what he was saying. I say that Intelligent Design answers so many of the questions about how we exist and why we exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone hear about the Miller-Urey experiment? They were designing an experiment to recreate the elements on pre-life, pre-historic Earth to show that life could jump-start on its own. See a problem with this? They DESGINED this experiment. So pre-life, pre-historic Earth points to a Designer. Don't you see? I may seem like I'm not being fair, but I am totally being fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: In "The God Delusion," Richard Dawkins writes that the God of the Old Testament is "arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.” (Chapter 2, p. 31) The thing is, he doesn't realize that God made a new covenant with His people, and that the God of the New Testament is a loving, caring, gracious God. Did Richard Dawkins even THINK about that? The people of the New Testament and of now are given a second chance for their transgressions, and Richard Dawkins is happy to overlook things that aren't going his way, or are inexplicable to him. If I could ask him one question, I would ask him why he attacks one God. I would ask "Why not Buddha? Or Allah? or any of the Hindu gods? Why not Joseph Smith for crying out loud? How about the people who possibly still believe in Zeus? Hera? Athena? Why just one God? You said that it's very liberating to stop believing, so why not tell everyone who has a belief in any god or gods that they're being idiots? That their faith is blind? Why just the Christian God?" Actually, that would be more than one question, but it's one subject. Do you see my point? Why are all the New Atheists so against the God of Israel, of all the Christians? Why are they so intolerant? They tell us as Christians that we are intolerant of any other religion, that there can be more than one Way. But why aren't they tolerating Christianity? Hmm? Ask yourself that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else? Oh yes, evolution defined as change over time? Yes. Evolution from a common ancestor? Not so much. There is Darwin's tree of life, and Darwin thought that eventually, all archaeological and scientific findings would lead back. He guessed wrong. What happened was micro-evolution, change within species. The tree of life didn't work out. What evolution is based upon is just assumptions. You take all these assumptions away, and evolution crumbles. Darwin was aware of that. Darwin was also aware that if we really DID evolve from monkeys, then how did we get our minds? How can we possibly trust ourselves to know what's right and wrong? I could come to your house and steal your tv and you could say that was wrong, which proves and objective moral code that we all follow. It's not possible to say truth is relative. Belief is relative. I could say that I believe the sky is green in the middle of the day, so it's true and that wouldn't make it any more true that you saying that you're becoming the Hulk as I write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things wrong with the way New Atheists believe, also. If they get there way, freedom of religion, freedom of speech, freedom of inquiry, all that would be taken away in the science, political, and even work world. They're taking a sledgehammer to the very foundation of this country. They're tearing at the fabric of Western Society. Stop them if you value even the Pledge of Allegiance, which says "One Nation Under God," stop and ask them why? Why must they rid America of Christians? Why must they rid America of religion? Why America? Why the home of the free, the land of the brave? The country that many fought and died for. They fought for freedom. Now fight for yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kaliebag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-1413875391976822779?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/1413875391976822779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=1413875391976822779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1413875391976822779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1413875391976822779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2010/07/dawkins-delusion.html' title='The Dawkins Delusion'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-3635563317756381105</id><published>2010-03-25T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:39:13.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen Stewart + Robert Pattinson = Bad Actors = Bad Movie</title><content type='html'>Seriously? This is so not right. I should've posted this article a long time ago, but I was afraid of what my friends would say. Well, I say that it's time for all the Rob Pattinson/Kristen Stewart Haters to rise up and say "RE-CAST!" I'm serious. This whole Twilight movie thing was a good concept and all, but the casting directors must have been high when they casted Kristen Stewart. I've heard that when Stephenie Meyer saw Pattinson, he was the exact person she had dreamed up. But seriously? The first scene when he meets her in the chemistry room, and the fan blows, he looks like he's about to barf. Not a good first impression. He was just supposed to stiffen up and turn away. Not cover his mouth and look like he was about to scream "I've GOT to go to the nurse!" And Stewart wasn't much better. She stuttered too much. She's got no emotion in her acting. All she does is look like she's hung over permanently. She rarely smiles, and she didn't even look that scared of Edward. They're both supposed to be beautiful people. But all I see is a scruffy hobo playing Edward, and a half-asleep robot playing Bella. I know they're only supposed to be beautiful to each other, but seriously. When the readers read Twilight, they expected someone a little more dignified than Robert Pattinson, whose five o'clock shadow does NOT look "sexy" at all, and Kristen Stewart, who has less personality than that of a floor tile. Seeing Twilight, I was immediately disappointed when Bella turned out to be a moody, unemotional robot who doesn't even care about playing the part of Bella. And Edward really disappointed me. He was NOT supposed to be an old man with a ginormous nose. He was supposed to be young, fresh, and mysterious. Bella was supposed to be shy, blushing, sweet. But no. Ugh, could Summit not get anything better than this? They totally do not deserve the gross amount they are recieving as their paycheck. Google "Kristen Stewart is" and look at the list that drops down. There will be "Kristen Stewart is a bad actress" and the same with Robert Pattinson. There will be "Robert Pattinson is so ugly." Go ahead Twilight lovers, accept the fact that not everyone loves Twilight. Suck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This has been another rambling by Kaliebag, unheard and uncommented on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-3635563317756381105?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/3635563317756381105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=3635563317756381105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3635563317756381105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3635563317756381105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2010/03/kristen-stewart-robert-pattinson-bad.html' title='Kristen Stewart + Robert Pattinson = Bad Actors = Bad Movie'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-2735901758763766979</id><published>2010-01-25T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:12:34.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solia - Is freaking dense sometimes</title><content type='html'>Today, once again, of course, I was on Solia. I had pm-ed a moderator yesterday about that stupid plagerist. Of course they couldn't find anything &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with it, the ideas were similar and there were some "subtle" similarities, but apparently there wasn't much to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBTLE?! No, it's more than subtle. It's freaking the same! Fraternal twin royalties going off to marry other twin royalties, but before that, they go and stay in a mansion. Of course it's not an orginal idea. NOT! It was very original and I must say I'm very upset at having to get on someone's case again after Yasona Black, the stupid...hemaphrodite. Seriously? Solia's maintenance is so dense that they would only say it was "subtle?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pissed off at having to do this, but ranting is the only freaking way I can get this out. So, hasta la vista for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another amazing, yet unread, post by Kaliebag, the amazing Chicken Eggroll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-2735901758763766979?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/2735901758763766979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=2735901758763766979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2735901758763766979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2735901758763766979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2010/01/solia-is-freaking-dense-sometimes.html' title='Solia - Is freaking dense sometimes'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-6734847948305258702</id><published>2010-01-24T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:59:36.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoliaOnline</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I've discovered a new website to be addicted to. It's called SoliaOnline.com. You roleplay and stuff. It's quite fun. I don't think it really matters because nobody reads this anyway, so I might as well do whatever I feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what's NOT fun? People with no imaginations. Plagerists. People who start exactly the same RPGs as your friends. Again with the hate. Yes, I know, but this is serious. She should seriously get a freaking imagination. Who exactly starts an RPG with almost the exact same name as your friend's RPG? And who exactly uses the exact same material? As in, there are four kingdoms, with fraternal twins and they're dragons and fairies and elves. Yes, I know this sounds cheesy but it's really fun and it's really maddening to find out someone basically COPIED your story and started another exactly the same. It's not just unforgivable, it makes you want to throw up at their lack of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I would ask my non-existant readers, though? Would you be mad? Of course. I'm sure that maybe this person will PM back with an excuse like, "Oh, well, your RPG is already almost dead, and I sooo did not steal it. It's only coincidence that the name is almost the same, and the plot is the same, and the characters are the same." That IS NOT FREAKING COINCIDENCE, BIATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that's funny is that her story decor isn't very good. Like she's a third-rate idiot with absolutely no knowledge of common BBCodes. Her character page and her OOC page and the RPG page are all in the same story. There's absolutely no organization, and the formatting is terrible. I myself may only be second-rate at best, but at least my RPG looks a whole lot freaking better than hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, who spent an entire NIGHT working on this RPG, trying to make it work, doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. Not only is this unfair, it's not decent. The least that person could do was organize it, but no. She made that plot look like trash, and my friend is upset that she can't even get on the internet to send a much deserved rant to that idiot hiding behind her "offline" status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what I think is that people should come up with their own twists and turns to the story line even if it's almost the same, they should at least have the decency to make it their own, instead of stealing the exact same idea and copying it and making it "their own." It's not their own. She can't even get off her freaking Solia page to go to Google and look up nice layouts for the posts. It looks freaking NASTY! Like crap off someone's buttcrack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another interesting, yet unread and uncommented on, post by Kaliebag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-6734847948305258702?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/6734847948305258702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=6734847948305258702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/6734847948305258702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/6734847948305258702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2010/01/soliaonline.html' title='SoliaOnline'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-4926723353036486140</id><published>2008-11-09T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:41:53.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dances</title><content type='html'>What can I say about school dances? They're loud, fun, and parents think middle schoolers can get pregnant if you go to one. At least, that's what my dad told me. Whatever. I seriously doubt a 13-year-old tomboy's going to get pregnant. They serve cotton candy and soda. What's the harm in that? Seriously. I know our parents want us to be perfect angels, but if they made mistakes, most likely we're going to make some of the same ones, if not all. Nobody can change fate. If it's destined to be like it is, let it be, unless the people actually controlling our lives(us) want it different. Seriously, it's like, "Don't help us unless we want to be helped." I hate always thinking nobody trusts me. My dad says it's because "I don't do the math lessons." I do. I do the ones that are HOMEWORK!! I understand everything. He thinks I should do extra. HELLO!! No way.&lt;br /&gt;BYEAS!! Thanks for listening to me vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-4926723353036486140?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/4926723353036486140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=4926723353036486140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/4926723353036486140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/4926723353036486140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-dances.html' title='School Dances'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-3845452652536765684</id><published>2008-08-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:46:40.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FanFiction, School, among other things</title><content type='html'>Wow. I've been doing a lot of Fanfiction writing. I finally stopped the convo w/ Yasona Black. She apparently decided to attempt to get a life, so if you're reading this, good luck. Today, I took my last swim in the pool, I think. 2 people told me to say hi to Stephanie, my sis, for them, so I did. I have Geometry this year, so the homework isn't too bad, yet. I mean, I took geometry in 4th grade, so I think I can master it this year. I went to the mall today, and I saw one of the guys from school in Von Maur when we were waiting to leave. It was Cole Kitterman, Ashley, just if you're wondering. We walked around for 3 hours, and we didn't even get to go to Candyopolis, the best store there! So yeah, I'm tired. I went swimming a while ago, 'cause it's so hot outside. I saw one of my friends. We swam for a while. Oh, right. I told you that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-3845452652536765684?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/3845452652536765684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=3845452652536765684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3845452652536765684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3845452652536765684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/08/fanfiction-school-among-other-things.html' title='FanFiction, School, among other things'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-507707889447583494</id><published>2008-08-21T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:50:30.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FanFiction</title><content type='html'>So I was checking my email, and I see that my friend sends me an email. Normal, right? I open it, and it says that she got a review saying that this person, I'm not saying who (-cough, cough Yasona Black) reviewed saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my freaking god. Real life people are not allowed in fanfiction stories.Besides, this is a freaking TWILIGHT FANDOM, not a place where you can post your love for the actors!&lt;br /&gt;Entries not allowed:&lt;br /&gt; 1. Non-stories: lists, bloopers, polls, previews, challenges, author notes,and etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. One or two liners. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. MST: comments inserted in between the flow of a copied story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Stories with non-historical and non-fictional characters: actors,musicians, and etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Any form of interactive entry: choose your adventure, second person/youbased, Q&amp;amp;As, and etc. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Chat/script format and keyboard dialogue based entries.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am reporting you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, hello? Who cares? Space? Even space doesn't care!! I'm betting that "Little Miss Yasona Black" is a total perfectionist who's hated by all. Namely me, Kaliebag. But still, Anyone, who can name off all of the rules of writing fanfiction off the top of their head really needs to get a life. School consumes me most of the day, so it's fine if I'm on the computer to check my email. But Miss Yasona Black is, apparently, a college graduate. I really don't care if she has a 3. something GPA, 'cause, quite frankly, I can get a higher GPA. Anyone can. Except her, cause she's a blistering wart on a warthog's butthole. So yeah. I mean, people write about actors all the time. IT SO DOES NOT MATTER!! She sounds like the Witch of the West in The Wizard of Oz. I wonder if she's sending her dirty flying monkey's to get me now. I also think that the monkeys look a whole lot better than she does. I'm telling you, she is a total BI-ATCH!! Ooh, I'm scared. Her monkeys are going to eat me!! Pssh! Please!! Can you send me something other than the fact that you're a college graduate and you think you're smarter than me, and the fact that you THINK that you're a serious writer? Serious writers write, they don't spend their time argueing with "diminutive 8th graders." I only do this because I have to stick up for my friends. she does this because she thinks she's better than everyone and wants to prove it by arguing with people on the internet that she's never met before!! What if I'm not an 8th grader? What if I'm a scary old man that hangs out in haunted mansions all day? (I'm not, by the way) So, Little Miss Yasona Black, get a life, and stop threatening to report people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-507707889447583494?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/507707889447583494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=507707889447583494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/507707889447583494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/507707889447583494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/08/fanfiction.html' title='FanFiction'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-5418331806385070657</id><published>2008-08-11T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:38:55.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's over!!</title><content type='html'>School's starting soon, and that means homework. I know, sucks right? Oh, well. I like to see how people have changed over the summer, but it's not worth all the homework. I wish that school wasn't so hard. I have so many advanced classes this year. I'm hoping that I don't stuggle as much as I did last year. I haven't done much this summer so far as stay home and watch T.V., so...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go now, so bye for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-5418331806385070657?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/5418331806385070657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=5418331806385070657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/5418331806385070657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/5418331806385070657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/08/summers-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s over!!'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-5604963278751670410</id><published>2008-07-29T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:10:57.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince Who Turns Into A Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.japanza.com/data-file/products/big/pimg_2895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.japanza.com/data-file/products/big/pimg_2895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This show is AWESOME!! I love it. It's on YouTube. In Chinese. With subtitles in English. The "Prince" is Shan Junhao/Dang-ou. Shan Junhao loses his memory in the beginning and falls in love with Ye Tianyu. It's really funny. There's Xu Ziqian, Yunxi, Dawei, The guy in the leather jacket, Zhengzhe, Lixin, Old Master, Mom. The main cast is a group of singers. They're really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-5604963278751670410?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/5604963278751670410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=5604963278751670410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/5604963278751670410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/5604963278751670410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/07/prince-who-turns-into-frog.html' title='The Prince Who Turns Into A Frog'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-2556983208247786502</id><published>2008-07-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:59:20.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerk of a sister</title><content type='html'>My sister's jerk of a best friend, Connie "Kick Me, The Killer, Kenji lover" Chang *Spits on the ground and washes hands from typing dirty name* has called me a b****. I can take it from someone who doesn't know me, but I can't take it from a liar. So, my idiot of a sister decides to backstab me when I'm happy. She's reading this right now, and I'm never ever going to regret what I'm saying. Never. Because Connie is a witch who has Stephanie under her spell. I don't care if I make my sister cry, because she's not my sister. I would defend her if one of MY friends called HER a b****, at least, before my sister turned into a backstabber. Right now, I would give anything to tie her and Connie up and throw them off a 500 mile high cliff. Connie has always been the party pooper. She was at mine and Stephanie's birthday party. She's a monster. She loves to be the attention hog. At bible study, we were playing hide and seek, and we asked if she wanted to play. She said no, but you know that she just wanted to be the attention hog and she wanted us to keep asking her. But we ignored her and kept playing, and what do you know, she asks us to play right in the middle of the game. Remember what I said about being the party pooper? At our birthday party, she was the first to arrive, and she played with Stephanie until Julia came over. Julia's more fun, so Connie got upset and went to Stephanie's room, hoping that Stephanie would play with HER, not Julia. But, like I said, Julia's more fun, and Connie was disappointed once again. At the pool, I asked her to do a cannonball, and she declined because, and I quote, "I just got dry." We were going to be at the pool for 3 hours!!!!! It had only been 10 minutes!!!! This one time, she tripped over my foot and said that I did it on purpose!! ON PURPOSE!!!!! I mean, haven't YOU ever tripped over someone on accident? She called me a pizza face, and my face has, like, two pimples. SHE, on the other hand, has 500,000,000 zits.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER, I HATE HER, I HATE HER, I HATE HER!!!!! Stephanie said that she doesn't like me because of what I did last week. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!! All I said was, "I'm the oldest." and she stormed out the door. She always has "Bad week"s or "Bad Day"s and uses that as her excuse for abusing people. Kenji and I were throwing bean bags at each other, and one accidentally hit her. She blew up at me and him, saying we did it on purpose. My sister didn't even defend me to her. I hate her and she is dead to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-2556983208247786502?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/2556983208247786502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=2556983208247786502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2556983208247786502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2556983208247786502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/07/jerk-of-sister.html' title='Jerk of a sister'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-5480155679848660647</id><published>2008-07-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:13:01.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fanfiction and BOLT-Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/bolt-firstlook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.firstshowing.net/img/bolt-firstlook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He he. I like writing about fanfiction. I have, like 5 favorite stories. I'm probably gonna turn into Meghan or Kaitlyn or Ashley now. *Sigh* These things are so not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley asked me how I got so many reviews..and she got annoyed when I gave her the same advice over and over again. So, once again, Ashley, here's how I get so many reviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to get 197 reviews for just 14 chapters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep your story interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leave Cliffies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Write other stories so that that they review on those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leave Author's notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be fun and keep the Author's Notes short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There, Ashley. My tips for getting lots of reviews. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This sucks for you, Ashley, because I'm reviewing "Bolt."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Miley Cyrus is playing "Penny."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The dog thinks that the movie is real, and it looks better than I make it sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See yas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-5480155679848660647?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/5480155679848660647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=5480155679848660647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/5480155679848660647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/5480155679848660647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-fanfiction-and-bolt-disney.html' title='More Fanfiction and BOLT-Disney'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-7721954209716186137</id><published>2008-07-10T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:18:57.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfiction</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the deal. I talk about whatever I want, and you either have to read it, or find someone else. (9 times out of 10, choice 2)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fanfiction.com is a website that I have been going to all summer. Don't ask why. So I have written two stories, and I have had 180 reviews so far, and it's awesome. It's weird, the same book that I hate, I have been writing stories about. So I'm going to start the prequel of my awesome story, Unexpected Showers, and name it, Stolen kisses and PR Firms.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda the whole thing about Val and Vic in What I Like About You. I really liked that show. Too bad they stopped. Oh well, at least it plays reruns.&lt;br /&gt;           Summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fanfiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T.V.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waffles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bye-bye!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-7721954209716186137?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/7721954209716186137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=7721954209716186137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/7721954209716186137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/7721954209716186137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/07/fanfiction.html' title='Fanfiction'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-2253757886851752620</id><published>2008-07-02T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:40:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/Camp-Rock-Logo-2-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/Camp-Rock-Logo-2-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey everybody! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaliebag&lt;/span&gt; again. I haven't had time to update, so I'm doing it now. Camp Rock is a 2008 Disney Channel Original Movie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DCOM&lt;/span&gt;). The music is written by Julie Brown, Paul Brown, Regina Hicks and Karen Gist. The movie is directed by Matthew Diamond and produced by Alan Sacks.&lt;br /&gt;On January 25, 2008, during the commercials for Minutemen, it was announced that Camp Rock would debut June 20, 2008. Camp Rock was the second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DCOM&lt;/span&gt; to air on &lt;a title="American Broadcasting Company" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Broadcasting_Company"&gt;ABC's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="The Wonderful World of Disney" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wonderful_World_of_Disney"&gt;The Wonderful World of Disney&lt;/a&gt; after its premiere on &lt;a title="Disney Channel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disney_Channel"&gt;Disney Channel&lt;/a&gt;, and it is the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DCOM&lt;/span&gt; to air on &lt;a title="ABC Family" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ABC_Family"&gt;ABC Family&lt;/a&gt; and be available online after its premiere on Disney Channel. The movie stars teen pop sensations the &lt;a title="Jonas Brothers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonas_Brothers"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/a&gt; and introduces &lt;a title="Demi Lovato" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demi_Lovato"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Demi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for her first lead role in a film. The film averaged 8.9 million viewers on the night of its premiere, making it the second highest viewed Disney Channel original movie of all time behind &lt;a title="High School Musical 2" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_School_Musical_2"&gt;High School Musical 2&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;I think that there really is not plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, Tess hides her own bracelet to blame Mitchie and her friend, to get to Shane. They find the bracelet, Peggy wins Final Jam, The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-2253757886851752620?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/2253757886851752620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=2253757886851752620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2253757886851752620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2253757886851752620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-rock.html' title='Camp Rock'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-3330082327562851598</id><published>2008-05-30T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:40:12.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Summer</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have friends who are very noninteresting when they talk on...and on...and on...and on...and, well, you get the picture, about Twilight. Now, I know I already talked about this in my second post, so just bear with me right now. I mean, there aren't a lot of people who read this stupid blog anyway, so it really doesn't matter...does it? Well, it &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;matter to those who observe Twilight Day...the day it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;What I have been doing all summer so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going on the computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching T.V.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complaining that there's nothing on T.V.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching movies on the computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding out that the movies on the computer ain't that good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for my sister to get off the phone :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for my mom to get home from New York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatting on Gmail with my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing stupid games on AddictingGames.Com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting training to be a camp counselor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting to go swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching other people go swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting jealous of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting over it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see so far, my life at home is so boring, that YOU would die of boredom. 21. Chores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-3330082327562851598?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/3330082327562851598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=3330082327562851598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3330082327562851598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3330082327562851598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-summer.html' title='More Summer'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-1564100575628374475</id><published>2008-05-28T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:38:53.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Now, you didn't think that this blog was &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; about movies(and books and CD's, but mostly about movies) did you? Of course not. That's ridiculous. I'm a person with a life, too. Although I may not act it though. Just ask my friends. Just not Meghan. She'll say I have no life, but I'll tell you a secret. 3 of my friends live only for Twilight. If you take it away, they'll kill you, then die...or take it back and breathe it all back in. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my top ten list for summer:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch T.V&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;7. Grumble about there being nothing on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;8. Read and complain about the quality of the content&lt;br /&gt;9. Write and edit The Spare Time of A Dork Like Me&lt;br /&gt;10. Spend endless time on the computer&lt;br /&gt;I'm kindof a dork. So...yeah. Umm...BYE!!!!HAGS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-1564100575628374475?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/1564100575628374475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=1564100575628374475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1564100575628374475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1564100575628374475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-3647225504903369418</id><published>2008-05-28T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:46:22.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Drew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/n/images/nancy-drew-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/n/images/nancy-drew-poster-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Y'all, it's me again. Now I know that this movie came out a while ago, but that's what my Spare Time is all about, right? Old movies. The director was Andrew Fleming. The writers were Andrew Fleming and Tiffany Paulsen. Enough about that. :D This movie is about Nancy Drew going to Los Angeles California with her father, who was going there on business. Ned, her boyfriend, was there for a while because he brought Nancy's Roadster over to Los Angeles. While she was there she happened upon a mystery that involved a murdered movie actress, and her daughter. Nancy found out who her daughter was, when nobody even knew that the actress had any kids, and the actress's daughter inherited all of the actress's money. Nancy also found out that the caretaker was the actress's daughter's father. She also found out that the actress was murdered by her manager because the manager didn't want the actress to quit being an actress. The daughter was given up for adoption when she was born. At the end of the movie, once they got back home, Ned and Nancy kissed for what I think was their first actual kiss, and right after their quick kiss Nancy's father told her that she had a call from some people in Scotland, who were talking about the Loch Ness Monster and some missing diamonds. It all relates, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-3647225504903369418?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/3647225504903369418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=3647225504903369418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3647225504903369418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/3647225504903369418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/05/nancy-drew.html' title='Nancy Drew'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-223691502803781177</id><published>2008-05-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:20:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kungfupandatrailer.com/images/kungfupanda%20poster%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kungfupandatrailer.com/images/kungfupanda%20poster%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi! This is The Spare Time of a Dork Like Me. Today, I am doing Kung Fu Panda. Po is played by Jack Black. He is the Chosen One. And some call him a Big Fat Panda. But he isn't. Nuh-uh. He's THE Big Fat Panda. He has to live in the Valley of Peace, the laziest of all. He has loads of enemies just waiting to eat him up. He has to go up with others who should've been the Chosen One. But they have not shown Chosen One qualities. Dustin Hoffman will voice the role of Shifu, the by-the-book and tough-as-nails Kung Fu master, who has been given the unenviable task of turning the undisciplined Po into a kung fu fighter. Jackie Chan will lend his voice to Master , a strong, agile and dedicated kung fu warrior, who serves as a daily reminder to Po of everything he is not ... yet. Ian McShane (Deadwood) will be the voice of the villainous Tai Lung, a ferociously powerful , who breaks out of prison, intent on using his kung fu skills to destroy the Valley of Peace. Lucy Liu is in discussions to be the voice of Master, another of Po's teachers, who can be coy and feminine when she needs to be, but can then uncoil the lethal kung fu warrior within. Will Po(Jack Black) defeat his enemies before it is too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-223691502803781177?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/223691502803781177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=223691502803781177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/223691502803781177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/223691502803781177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/05/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-1786267474307615097</id><published>2008-05-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:05:00.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia...So far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2007/12/prince-caspian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2007/12/prince-caspian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.art.com/images/products/large/12041000/12041538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.art.com/images/products/large/12041000/12041538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hey, all you Narnia fans, and all you Narnia people that say, "Narnia's stupid, Twilight's better." Well, I'm not exactly saying either is better(even though you know Narnia is)but I'd rather ask my friends to do reviews on Twilight and me on Narnia. You know, since I have the whole series and I've read all of them. I think everyone's seen "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe." If you haven't, here's a quick review. Lucy Pevensi walks through a wardrobe into a winter wood. She meets a fawn. She tells her family, and they don't believe her. Her brother walks in, and gets enchanted by the villian. Her family walks in while running from the Professor and... well, that's for me to know and you to find out. Now, onto Prince Caspian. Prince Caspian is a, well, prince that lives 1,300 years after the Pevensi family left. In Narnia time. In real time, it is a year later. According to the book, they get whisked away to Narnia on their way to boarding school. Technically, they were on a train. They find Cair Paravel, in ruins. Now, the rest is for you to find out. Did you know the person who makes the masks and stuff made over 1,000 noses? I think all of the Pevensi children look better in the movie. It comes out today! Don't stay inside reading about it. Go and have fun! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-1786267474307615097?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/1786267474307615097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=1786267474307615097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1786267474307615097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1786267474307615097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/05/chronicles-of-narniaso-far.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia...So far'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-8022926299280950047</id><published>2008-04-30T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:53:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/07/Sydney_white_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/07/Sydney_white_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey readers! Yet another movie that I decided to do a review on, and I know it came out some time ago. But I'm lame. Sydney White is played by Amanda Bynes, obviously, and she meets Dinky, Lenny, Rachel, and her prince, Tyler. Personally, I don't think Tyler's that cute. But anyway, she falls in love with Tyler, she's a tomboy, and personally hated by Kappa Queen, Rachel Witchburn. The school she goes to is for Greeks, although "80% of the school's students are not greeks, they're geeks." Let me introduce the dorks who live in the Vortex(isn't it perfect? I mean, it goes perfectly with the title of this blog). George, smart, but like a 6-year-old. He can figure out a Rubic's Cube and win at Poker, but he can't tie anything, or open a peanut butter can lid. Then there's the guy that sleeps all the time. He's from Nigeria and hasn't gotten over the time change, and he's been in America for 3 years. Therefore, he's always sleeping. There's Terrence, who has been at the school for 8 years, learning, and memorizing, more and more stuff. He's trying to perfect some prediction theory. In the end, he does, and sells it for 10 million dollars. There's Jeremy, who only talks through his puppet. I think that that's pretty self-explanatory. Then there's Spanky, his real name is Sanford, and he likes girls. A LOT. But I think he has self-esteem issues. You can guess what happened when he met Sydney.There's that other guy, who's name I forgot that writes a nasty blog. Lastly, there's Lenny, who falls in love with Dinky, Sydney's friend. He has allergies, glaucoma, and other nasty things wrong with his system that I don't want to get into. Wow, you have to see the movie yourself if you want to know what Rachel and Tyler are like. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-8022926299280950047?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/8022926299280950047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=8022926299280950047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/8022926299280950047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/8022926299280950047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/04/sydney-white.html' title='Sydney White'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-1061218512201099370</id><published>2008-04-30T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:13:17.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.trulymovingpictures.org/images/movies/Enchanted_unofficial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.trulymovingpictures.org/images/movies/Enchanted_unofficial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome readers to the world of Enchanted. I know it came out a while ago, but I had nothing else to do a review on. Let's see... Giselle was a lameo cartoon character who fell through a magic well into the world of reality, in this case, Manhattan, New York. She meets Robert and Morgan and falls in love with Robert while waiting for her handsome prince, a.k.a. Prince Edward, to come and save her. In the meantime, Robert is a divorce lawyer who falls in love with Giselle, which doesn't really work out when he's asking his girlfriend, Nancy, to marry him. Nancy feels that Robert isn't like her, a hopeless romantic. Prince Edward is, so at the end of the movie, Prince Edward and Nancy get married in cartoon world. WHEW!!! That was quick. See ya next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-1061218512201099370?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/1061218512201099370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=1061218512201099370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1061218512201099370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/1061218512201099370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/04/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-4487928519205989762</id><published>2008-04-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:26:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.scholastic.com/content/media/products/5x/054503275x_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://content.scholastic.com/content/media/products/5x/054503275x_xlg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi again. I just finished this book and thought that I would do a review on it. Ok, here goes. There's this girl named Robin Miller. She moves with her hippie artist mom from Denver to Prairie Dog Town, Oklahoma. She makes a friend named Judy at the cafe there. She insists on buying ugly ladies suits so that she could embarrass her mom at school and that the other kids would only stare at her because of her clothes. She goes in to enroll and finds out that the substitute principal's name is Robin Miller and that &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; Robin Miller was supposed to be there on Wednesday. Well, they take her into the principal's office because they're confused. On account of the tallness, buisness suitness, and other factors, she becomes principal. You will have to read the book to find out what happens next. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-4487928519205989762?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/4487928519205989762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=4487928519205989762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/4487928519205989762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/4487928519205989762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-6231020761988225833</id><published>2008-04-26T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:15:28.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure NRG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theloftmusicandbooks.com/myPictures/pure_nrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://theloftmusicandbooks.com/myPictures/pure_nrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow. I have soooo found my new favorite band. It's called Pure NRG. I watched one of their music videos on YouTube. They are awesome. Their song, "What If" is soo good. The band members are Jordan, Caroline, and Carolyne. They're 12 to 15 years old, Jordan being the oldest. They are a Christian band. They train for hours every day to get ready for their concerts. Their new album, &lt;em&gt;Here We Go&lt;/em&gt;, is in stores April 29(I do my homework). See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-6231020761988225833?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/6231020761988225833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=6231020761988225833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/6231020761988225833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/6231020761988225833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/04/pure-nrg.html' title='Pure NRG'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-2242091390462174130</id><published>2008-04-25T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:46:44.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movie-list.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/alvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.movie-list.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/alvin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again! I'm doing another movie review. Alvin and the Chipmunks. There's Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Dave, and, of course, the villian, Ian. One thing I know about it is that Theodore is played by Jesse McCartney. Ian only cares about money. Dave only cares about the Chipmunks. I'd have to give the movie a 10. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-2242091390462174130?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/2242091390462174130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=2242091390462174130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2242091390462174130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/2242091390462174130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-again-im-doing-another-movie-review.html' title=''/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-760540471640166860</id><published>2008-04-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:53:29.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs19/300W/f/2007/269/4/4/Edward_Cullen___Tom_Sturridge_by_OIEA4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs19/300W/f/2007/269/4/4/Edward_Cullen___Tom_Sturridge_by_OIEA4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/REo6ZpL7D6NFmFZgxzMlMtQNXdBkN1mTeLoP4tubZJk_/Twilight_Poster_by_evenstarre01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/REo6ZpL7D6NFmFZgxzMlMtQNXdBkN1mTeLoP4tubZJk_/Twilight_Poster_by_evenstarre01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, all you Twilight obsessors! This is a picture that I got off the Internet that you may or may not have seen. Here's a weird fact. There's another book that's name is Twilight. It's by Meg Cabot/Jenny Carroll. It has nothing to do with vampires, although it does have ghosts. I'll leave the Twilight-Stephenie Meyers stuff to my friends who are sucking the life out of me with talking about Twilight every day during gym. "OMG, Robert Pattinson turned 22 today! OMG, Robert Pattinson is SOOOO hot! OMG, I'd choose Edward over Jacob any day! OMG, I'm, like, such a stalker!" This one girl falls in love with a ghost that's haunting her room. It's part of a series. Two of my friends are in L.O.V.E. with Twilight(the vampire one). I emailed the first pic to my friend, Meghan, and she said, "MUST MAKE OUT WITH PICTURE, MUST MAKE OUT WITH PICTURE..." They really scare me sometimes. They are going to see the movie the day it comes out, but I think that the tickets will be expensive. It's such a good book. See you next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/73521447542213462-760540471640166860?l=kaliebag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/feeds/760540471640166860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=73521447542213462&amp;postID=760540471640166860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/760540471640166860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/73521447542213462/posts/default/760540471640166860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaliebag.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-all-you-twilight-obsessors-this.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>kaliebag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578499700023631057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73521447542213462.post-5080719855057584174</id><published>2008-04-08T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:57:13.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to The Spare Time of A Dork Like Me!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to The Spare Time of A Dork Like Me! 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