<?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-7749088430177182323</id><updated>2011-11-21T15:00:14.746-06:00</updated><category term='Fringe'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Get Smart'/><category term='Alternative Press'/><category term='That 70&apos;s Show'/><category term='Hereafterthis'/><category term='Rob Pattinson'/><category term='Shit Son I don&apos;t know'/><category term='Mark Tom and Travis Show'/><category term='A Gaslight Anthem'/><category term='AIM conversation'/><category term='Freud.'/><category term='Mest'/><category term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category term='Hawk Nelson'/><category term='MTVu'/><category term='Zubaz'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='House'/><category term='Tyra Banks'/><category term='shopping blows?'/><category term='anxiety disorders'/><category term='Forrest Gump'/><category term='Summerfest'/><category term='Simply Apple'/><category term='Papa Roach'/><category term='A Day To Remember'/><category term='Isis'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Metalocalypse'/><category term='Gosh Darn Fashionistas'/><category term='Prince Fielder'/><category term='Cobra Starship'/><category term='Seth Rogen'/><category term='passion pit'/><category term='Charm School'/><category term='Sigur Ros'/><category term='big red gum'/><category term='myspace survey because I&apos;m a loser'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Peter Gabriel'/><category term='Shel Silverstein'/><category term='escape the fate'/><category term='Oli Sykes'/><category term='Sarah Dessen'/><category term='Green Bay Packers'/><category term='government'/><category term='Walt Whitman'/><category term='Bring Me The Horizon'/><category term='Darfur'/><category term='Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground'/><category term='All Time Low'/><category term='Hey Monday'/><category term='Daisy of Love'/><category term='Saosin'/><category term='Vampire Weekend'/><category term='Roger Rabbit'/><category term='Leighton Meester'/><category term='The Great Valley'/><category term='Bryce Avary'/><category term='iTunes'/><category term='David Foster'/><category term='The Glass Passenger'/><category term='We The Kings'/><category term='Andrew McMahon'/><category term='Dragon Ball Z'/><category term='Amber Pacific'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='Roald Dahl'/><category term='Blues Clues'/><category term='Ludacris'/><category term='The Brady Bunch'/><category term='Andy Samberg'/><category term='Tokio Hotel'/><category term='plentyoffish.com'/><category term='Plexico Burress'/><category term='Paris Hilton&apos;s My New BFF'/><category term='The Maine'/><category term='I&apos;m Really Getting Lazy with &quot;Labels&quot;'/><category term='Snapdragon Records'/><category term='Fred Astaire'/><category term='reporters'/><category term='Brett Favre SUCKS'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Motion City Soundtrack'/><category term='Superbad'/><category term='Clerks'/><category term='Pre Calculus'/><category term='Miley Cyrus'/><category term='government mind control'/><category term='Edgar Allen Poe'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Asher Roth'/><category term='Energizer Bunny'/><category term='Nena'/><category term='Colin Hay'/><category term='Chuck Taylor Converse'/><category term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='Mama Mia'/><category term='Jenni Perdzock because I&apos;m really important'/><category term='Stephen Colbert'/><category term='Rock of Love'/><category term='Wisconsin'/><category term='Pepsi'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Disney Channel shows and stars'/><category term='Ben Folds'/><category term='Poppin Champagne'/><category term='Gilmore Girls'/><category term='Alex Gaskarth'/><category term='Dan Rather'/><category term='Guided by Voices'/><category term='Nickelback'/><category term='five for fighting'/><category term='Rhianna'/><category term='MandM'/><category term='2008 Presidential Election'/><category term='12 year olds'/><category term='Sarah Jessica Parker'/><category term='Julia Stiles'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='Skittles'/><category term='Cecil B. 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Ferguson'/><category term='Don&apos;t You Fake It'/><category term='August Burns Red'/><category term='Chiodos'/><category term='Eli Manning'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='Flo Rida'/><category term='Something Corporate'/><category term='Brett Favre'/><category term='Power Rangers'/><category term='A Rocket to the Moon'/><category term='matt nathason'/><category term='Family Force 5'/><category term='Richard Simmons'/><category term='Full House'/><category term='Keanu Reeves'/><category term='GSN'/><category term='Beethoven'/><category term='Relient K'/><category term='fuzzy'/><category term='douche bags'/><category term='I Know What You Did Last Summer'/><category term='New Wave'/><category term='Taking Back Sunday'/><category term='AP Tour'/><category term='Kick Me In The Mouth'/><category term=':x'/><category term='End Transmission'/><category term='Hot Rod'/><category term='The Prisoners Dilemma'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='Butch Walker'/><title type='text'>Spaz</title><subtitle type='html'>Mostly, I babble a lot.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5223280356218281039</id><published>2011-03-23T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:07:26.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bunch of Bands'/><title type='text'>A is for Auspicious</title><content type='html'>The following playlist include songs that start with the letter "A".&lt;br /&gt;It is 77 minutes of complete and awesome A songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvtJVku_mJw"&gt;Always&lt;/a&gt; by Blink 182 (4:18)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5-m3JTz7tU"&gt;Annie Use Your Telescope &lt;/a&gt;by Jack's Mannequin (3:12) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The video is acoustic because it's amazing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7rYZjv3wNg"&gt;Alive With the Glory of Love &lt;/a&gt;by Say Anything(4:17)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMAn_M6g3tk"&gt;Attractive Today &lt;/a&gt;by Motion City Soundtrack (1:43)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lK5Sdj08Lco"&gt;All Downhill from Here &lt;/a&gt;by New Found Glory (3:12)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWdZEumNRmI"&gt;All Out of Love &lt;/a&gt;by Air Supply (4:04)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cl64-XHE7zo"&gt;Awakening&lt;/a&gt; by Switchfoot (4:09)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DV3tLQ2uGzs"&gt;All Over You &lt;/a&gt;by The Spill Canvas (3:23)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrOeGCJdZe4"&gt;All the Right Moves&lt;/a&gt; by OneRepublic (3:58)&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1loyjm4SOa0"&gt;Always Look on the Bright Side of Life &lt;/a&gt;by Eric Idle (3:35) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Watch it.  I used the clip from Life of Brian.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ox5tP5AGq2Q"&gt;Annabelle&lt;/a&gt; by A Rocket to the Moon (3:15)&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4zHvqEHlDo"&gt;All Systems Go &lt;/a&gt;by Box Car Racer (3:16)&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBj5neka5Zw"&gt;Armageddon It &lt;/a&gt;by Def Leppard (5:24)&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opU1urLhw50"&gt;Awake&lt;/a&gt; by Godsmack (5:04)&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkmEZs_Kcms"&gt;American Idiot &lt;/a&gt;by Green Day (2:58)&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atxUuldUcfI"&gt;Any Way You Want It &lt;/a&gt;by Journey (3:24)&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIc883n_Scg"&gt;Atari&lt;/a&gt; by Lucky Boys Confusin (3:08)&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpzkHhgcZG4&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;All The Same&lt;/a&gt; by Sick Puppies (4:19) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(One of my all time favorite music videos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvpNa5O-0-8"&gt;Addicted&lt;/a&gt; by Simple Plan (3:52)&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4CBKey-eok"&gt;Almost Here &lt;/a&gt;by The Academy Is... (3:07)&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE"&gt;Another One Bites the Dust &lt;/a&gt;by Queen (3:37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Bam. Awesomeness right there.  Go put all those songs in your queue on youtube and tell me it's not amazing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of Advice: If you tell me it's not awesome, I might kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at least watch some of the videos.  Some of them are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5223280356218281039?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5223280356218281039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5223280356218281039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5223280356218281039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5223280356218281039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-for-auspicious.html' title='A is for Auspicious'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-551452268285960139</id><published>2011-03-23T15:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:01:17.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon Ball Z'/><title type='text'>JAKE PEARCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm back. I don't know what I'll be posting though.&lt;br /&gt;I know the two people who will probably read this are thinking&lt;br /&gt;"Hm...year in review?"&lt;br /&gt;In which I say, kindly go fuck off, I don't know if I'll be doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, if I actually do it, you'll be like "OH SHIT. SHE ACTUALLY DID IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Bitch. What!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up facebook for lent, which has been interesting. Actually a lot easier than I thought....&lt;br /&gt;but I've been reading a lot of Hyperbole and a Half and watching a lot of Don Hertzfeldt videos, which in case you didn't know, makes your brain turn into something like&lt;br /&gt;"ALDFHS:DLKFHNS:KVJNSFDIuGY*#(Y$EH@#)UGVSOIDVHNKJSDVNHIURYOWU$Y(@#&amp;amp;*$(@*3rYHGiuy9823r472893ryhasiudhflJshdfiuysiufhas;lkdfj". And you spin into a cycle of twisted cynicism, which I thoroughly enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be posting comics I've been drawing lately that have been inspired by these cartoonists.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;I certainly do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a self-portrait out of gum wrappers, which I hope will look a lot more bad ass than it'll probably look. I'm going to make those gum wrappers my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think my fish, Trunks, who was brilliantly named by me, is most likely going to die soon. Either that, or he's going to try to kill me one day. How does a Betta fish kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;Probably with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;He hates me...at least I think he does. I read somewhere that Bettas love their owners and they even let their owners pet them. They'll like swim into their hand and shit and like play cuddle with their owner's hand.&lt;br /&gt;Um. Okay. I call bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Trunks has never done that.....but I'd like to think that it's because I'm like Vegeta and he's Future Trunks and he has a tad bit of spite towards me for being overly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I've had him for like almost 3 months now, which I'm thinking is a good thing....&lt;br /&gt;I should go change his bowl or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think one of the things I'll be posting is playlists because I've been on a super playlist making kick lately, and I'd like to think by sharing those, I'd inspire at least someone to listen to awesome music while they are studying.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through the alphabet. 77 minutes of music on each playlist. No more, no less.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it's 77. It just turned out that way.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that I'll post those playlists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to D.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care if anyone even reads this.&lt;br /&gt;I just miss posting on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really have for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-551452268285960139?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/551452268285960139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=551452268285960139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/551452268285960139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/551452268285960139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2011/03/jake-pearce.html' title='JAKE PEARCE'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8510156499585132998</id><published>2010-12-08T15:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:08:48.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>Dear Spaz,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've neglected you most shamefully.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad about that.  It's nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;I've just been super busy.&lt;br /&gt;I've officially given up on the 2009 year in review.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 2010 will be better for me. Who knows? 3's the charm right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to the Pirate whore and Captain blinkylights...I hope you haven't forgotten about this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try keep more updated on this from now on. We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapfully crapfully,&lt;br /&gt;JEnni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8510156499585132998?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8510156499585132998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8510156499585132998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8510156499585132998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8510156499585132998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7996587823999472509</id><published>2010-09-02T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:45:30.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawk Nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigur Ros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day To Remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skillet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Time Low'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We The Kings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rocket Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Downtown Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert James Hoffman III'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Corporate'/><title type='text'>Summer Songs 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As summer is coming to a close, I've decided to once again list the songs that have defined this summer for me, much like I did last year. So here you go. If you don't remember how I let thing roll on this, I have videos or song clips from every song on this list in the song title, just click on it to watch it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBaQADQHyI4&amp;amp;feature=av2n"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hills and Valleys&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Rocket Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my summer list: &lt;/strong&gt;Now, I know that this isn't the most recent song. It was released in early 2010, but this song has literally been on repeat for me all summer. One reason is because it's an awesome song to drive to, and, having just gotten my license this past June, I found it imperative to find the perfect songs to drive to. Another reason is because Bryce never disappoints me. I saw him this summer on the Warped Tour, and not only was he the most incredible act of the day, he was also the nicest, as we got to talk to him later in the day. Oddly enough, this is not my favorite song on &lt;em&gt;Of Men and Angels&lt;/em&gt;, however, for some reason it's the one that's stuck with me to listen to on repeat. Watch the video, it's adorable, like everything that Bryce does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFjz80u03do"&gt;Hurricane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Something Corporate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my summer list:&lt;/strong&gt; Is it any surprise at all that I have a Something Corporate song on this list? Not only has this band been my favorite band since I was 10, this band could easily define any summer, winter, fall, or spring of mine with their songs. It was easily the best moment of the summer, and possibly my life, when I finally got to see the band that has helped me through so much live. It was unreal, and it even made my cold, heartless demeanor crack down and I shed a few tears...okay probably more than a few. During the opening song, &lt;em&gt;Straw Dog&lt;/em&gt;, I was practically balling my eyes out. The crowd at this concert was unlike any crowd I've ever seen. I didn't feel like someone who goes to a concert with a bunch of strangers. For the first time at a concert, and I know this sounds incredibly cheesy but it's true, I felt like everyone there was almost family. We all came together for the same reason, not because the tickets were cheap and available, or because the band was okay, but because Something Corporate changed all of our lives somehow. I swear, the band was out-singing Andrew for almost every song. Then during&lt;em&gt; Fall&lt;/em&gt;, the whole band stopped playing, and the crowd kept going as Andrew held out the microphone. I have never seen a band so in awe at the singing of a crowd. Josh and Clutch had a big smile on their face. Brian stood up from his drum set in complete joy, and Andrew stood at the front of the stage and mouthed "Fuck yeah!". I honestly could go on and on about how it was incredible to see these guys AND meet them...and to find out they weren't complete dickholes. It was refreshing and completely indescribable. I just love saying: I FINALLY MET ANDREW MCMAHON! When they played,&lt;em&gt; Hurricane&lt;/em&gt;, which has been my favorite song by them for as long as I can remember, I just about died of happiness. Which is why I took a video of it. It's shaky, and you can't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;much, but you can hear the crowd singing, and I really wanted to share that with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGGt5VoHX_o"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll Be a Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We the Kings ft. Demi Lovato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my summer list&lt;/strong&gt;: Well let's see, between watching countless episodes of Sonny with a Chance with my brother and greatly enjoying the fact that the lead singer of We the Kings still looks like a lion and those looks alone draw a huge crowd most comprised of girls under the age of 16 to their set at Warped Tour, this is another song that has been on repeat in my house this summer. Mostly because it's a great song, which is saying a lot because I haven't given their new CD much of a chance. The other part is I have such a guilty pleasure for Demi Lovato. She's got an incredible voice. And this video is one of the best videos I've seen in a long time. It makes me happy. And by the way, I'm not ashamed that I did a circle pit at We the Kings set at Warped Tour. Go ahead, tell me I'm lame. I'll throwdown with you..there, it needed to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQNHU_ouN74"&gt;White Sky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vampire Weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my summer list&lt;/strong&gt;: Today is a great day for America, everybody. Basically because, sometime this summer I saw Vampire Weekend perform on Craig Ferguson, and as you may or may not know, over the summer and ever a little before that, I've formed a crush on Craig Ferguson. This is not something I'm ashamed of. I'm actually a little proud of it. ANYWAY, I love Vampire Weekend, and this song was so happy and catchy that I've been bouncing around listening to it for quite a while now. It makes me smile and fills me with a warm feeling of happiness, and I swear if you make that into any kind of inuendo, we're not friends anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EyI4p0yjDQ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoppipolla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigur Ros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why it's on my summer list&lt;/strong&gt;: I honestly think that this is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. I used to listen to Sigur Ros all the time but not as much as I have this summer. I was dogsitting for my aunt and I watched a movie called, "Penelope". At the end, I was entranced by one of the most, in my opinion, beautiful piano melodies I had ever heard in my life. And yet, it sounded so familiar. I go home, look it up, and what do you know? It's Sigur Ros. I seriously wanted to beat myself with a bat for not knowing that. Anyways, this song has been on repeat ever since. Anytime I just needed to slow down and relax this summer, this was my go-to song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mjlM_RnsVE&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skillet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's not for a second even think about debating whether the fact Skillet is kick ass, because I don't care who you are or where you're from, they are. After years of being--what I like to refer to as--cockblocked into not seeing Skillet, and trust me I had an ABUNDANCE of chances but something always came up, I was beginning to think that I would never be able to see this band live. I'm not going to lie, that though really kinda depressed me, but I held onto my faith that I'd get to see them. It really doesn't help when I hear left and right of rumors that Skillet puts on one of the best live shows ever, equipped with explosions, fire, and, let's face it, an extremely sexy band. Then Lifest 2010 came into my life. I was so excited. Family Force 5 was going to be there, and I knew, oh I knew, that Skillet would be there as well. (They come to Lifest every year.) This was going to be my year. I vollunteered, got together a fabulous Lifest crew to come with me, and I was ready. I was finally going to see Skillet. I was prepping so much. Then...the fated stones hit me like a thorn in my side (almost quite literally). I'm not talking about the Stones, a rock and roll legend. I'm talking kidney stones. Those fucking rocks inside of me nearly cut my Lifest 2010 journey in half, but luckily I was stubborn enough to see it through. I stuck through everything, most likely because I have a vast amount of extreme stupidity embedded within me, but also because I WAS NOT GOING TO MISS SKILLET AGAIN. And I didn't. And let me tell you. All the hype, all the talk, all the fire permits, and all the waiting was completely worth it. Honest to God, the show had everything. It had a hot lead singer, a hot guitarist, two hot girls--a guitarist and a kick ass drummer. Asians on strings, explosions, strobes, pyrotechnics up the ass, and an hour and a half of complete and utter rock your face off glory. While I couldn't really jump because it more or less hurt too, I finally saw Skillet live, and I wasn't disappointed. Now why Monster out of all the Skillet songs? I'll tell you why. The part where "FEEL LIKE A MONSTER" is screamed has always been my favorite part because it is so BAD ASS that I can't even describe it because I would probably put it to shame. Let me tell you one last thing too: hearing that scream live--well, I didn't think there was any way for that song to get any better. Boy was I wrong, and I couldn't be more happy with that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEBE94x_tfw"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hawk Nelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; Even before Lifest this year I was looking forward to Hawk Nelson's kazoo song. I love kazoos. Who doesn't? I played this song over and over while I designed the Lifest tshirts or when I was in the pool or I put it on a CD to listen to while I was in the shower. I really didn't expect this song to get played past Lifest. In fact, if you would've asked me if Hawk Nelson would've been a staple in my summer back in June, I probably would've said no. Why? I like Hawk Nelson, I never really loved them. When we headed to Lifest, I wanted to see them because I thought Katie and Monica would enjoy them. I had seen them live at least 3 times before. I had even met them 3 times before as well. I thought they were nice guys who made pretty good music, not phenomenal music, just pretty good. But that all changed at Lifest. Like I said before, I was plagued with kidney stones and I was in and out of the hospital on Thursday and Friday due to the fact doctors in emergency rooms are complete morons. Thursday was the day that Hawk Nelson was set to play. I wanted to work our vollunteer shift, go to their meet and greet, and Q &amp;amp; A (if possible), and go see other bands, and then see them. I really wanted Monica and Katie to meet these guys because they had left wonderful impressions on me past times I had met them. However, they exceeded any expectation I had of them this year. When Hawk Nelson had their meet and greet, I was in the hospital. Unbeknownst to me, Katie and Monica bought me a shirt, and had them sign it. My wonderful friends told the band I was in the hospital and that I was probably going to miss them, and according to Monica and Katie, they looked so sad and concerned. Luckily, I broke out of the hospital before their Q&amp;amp;A. We got back to the campgrounds and we went their. After their thing was done, me and Monica went over to Jason Dunn, the lead singer. Monica poked him and said "This is my friend from the hospital..." His tour manager was trying to get him to leave, but he shooed him away, looked at me, smiled the most genuine smile I had ever seen and said "Ohmygod! You're Jenni right!?!" (Bear in mind, Monica didn't mention my name at all). Then we talked a little bit, and I thanked him for signing my shirt and gave him a hug and he signed my hospital band. I can honestly say I love Hawk Nelson now. As crappy as I was feeling that night, I didn't care because my friends and that band completely made my day. I can't even describe how happy that made me. It made me completely forget that I was just in the hospital. Then they played Hello and Jason did his kazoo solo, and I don't think my smile could have gotten any bigger. Congratulations, Hawk Nelson, you just made a lifelong fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmsbobsA7w8&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Made of Wax Larry, What Are You Made of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Day to Remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; Would it be valid to answer with 'why the fuck not?!'? No? Okay. This explanation will be short and sweet. I'm aware the song has been out for well over a year, but the video just came out. Okay: ADTR+Mike Hranica from the Devil Wears Prada=AMAZING FUCKING SONG. The breakdown alone makes me want to brawl in the nearest mosh pit. I put this on my first driving CD ever, and when me and Monica were driving away from Jeff's grad party and just turned on the radio, the part right before the screaming came on. You know, the part where he clears his throat and then Mike and Jeremy face off in an all out screaming match? OHMYGOD! Coolest. Thing. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1RltuCpYoE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm always incredibly weary when a band I like from their first CD comes out with a follow up. For various reasons, the main one being, there's been a lot of disappointments. When I heard that the first single from &lt;em&gt;Black and White &lt;/em&gt;by The Maine was going to be a song called "Inside of You", I thought they were literally out of their mind. After literally cringing through the song the first time because it was all I could do to keep myself from laughing at the obvious sex jokes I could've been making and laughing at, I actually sat down and listened to the song. Once my head was out of the gutter, I realized the song actually had substance and meaning from the obvious inuendos I was giggling at before. Not to mention, I love their evolved sound. That doesn't happen very often for me. Usually when a band changes their sound I feel like they go in the wrong direction, but I think The Maine has grown up and they wanted to show it in their music. It shows, but it doesn't show to a degree where I'm asking myself what the fuck they were thinking. They mixed their old song more with their influences, and for once the influence doesn't include Blink 182. It translates, and I was far from disappointed. Don't get me wrong, I love Blink, but there can only be so many copycat bands. Another thing is it reminds me of the transition Andrew made from Everything in Transit to the Glass Passenger. Their first CD being an essential alt.pop CD and their second going back to their roots. (That is like the highest compliment I could give any band.) This song is fucking addictive, and I've come to love these boys a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVuvAYzsLoM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Yes Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert James Hoffman III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why it's on my list: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes I count this as a legitimate song. Why? Because I bought it off iTunes. How did I come across this? Well I watched Step Up 2 and though Robert Hoffman was really hot, not to mention I was extremely impressed with his dancing. So I went on Youtube, and typed his name in, and found a bunch of dance videos. I also found his youtube channel where I found out he's the original Urban Ninja. I watched pretty much all of his videos. I find him to be hilarious. Dude is literally my hero now. If you watch the Yes Dance, then watch some of his other videos. (His youtube channel is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/punchrobert"&gt;punchrobert&lt;/a&gt;.) I love him, and needless to say, I've been doing the fork in the garbage disposal all summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqCfAulTuVM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Painting Flowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why it's on my list: &lt;/strong&gt;I don't like All Time Low anymore. This is a true statement. I can honestly say the first time I heard this song, I didn't know it was All Time Low until I had already said "Wow, I like this song." And I'm not going to be that douche bag who says they like a song but once they find out who the band is, they retract that statement. I have to say I love Gaskarth's voice in this song. It's an added bonus when I can't even immitate it. I've been listening to it all summer and probably longer, and I'm not even ashamed at that fact because I think it's legitimately a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MH1UaPIEgA"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight We Feel Alive (On A Saturday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four Year Strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; Despite the fact that I never really got into Four Year Strong, me and Brenden ventured over to the Four Year Strong set at Warped Tour.  He really wanted to see them.  There aren't a lot of things that I know about Four Year Strong, but here's what I do know: they mostly all have beards and I can't tell them apart from each other or any other band that has a beard, they have awesome song titles, and they are often compared to Set Your Goals in terms of sound and influences.  Despite the fact that I didn't really know any of their songs by heart, only by familiarity, I enjoyed myself at the last band of the night.  And also despite the fact that I got punched in the face during their set, I appreciated the fact that a not so hot guy who was shirtless and wrote on his chest "If you think I'm hot, give me a hug" protected me for the rest of the set, even if I didn't give him a hug.  Because of that guy, I was able to enjoy their set, which I did.  And I think I love them a little now. It happens.  So does getting punched in the face.  Bands can't help it when they are kick ass, and you can't help it when your ass gets kicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrWnfx8uRPw&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Just Wanna Run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Downtown Fiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; I discovered this band through myspace a couple of months ago. I was disappointed in myself because I feel like I've severely fallen back on the loop of new/newish bands. This one stuck with me though. And I really can't say much about it besides that it's catchy and the video is cute. It was just released too. Up until a little while ago, I kept watching the acoustic version, which was more than delightful. I really like this band, and plus, I always find it refreshing to see a band made up of only 3 people. I don't know why it makes me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEbjW1K-Ttc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airplanes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B.o.B. ft. Hayley Williams and Eminem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; The Marshall Mathers version is so much better than the one played on the radio. I love this song. I think it's pretty, and I blame my brother because every freaking day he would come home from work and blast this in his room while I was trying to do something. Eventually I just stopped being annoyed and just sang along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgM3r8xKfGE&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Club Can't Handle Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flo Rida ft. David Guetta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; It all started with a text from my hetero lifemate saying "OH MY GOD! I just heard the new Flo Rida song and it is seriously my new theme song." Then a following text saying, "Go listen to it NOW." Or something like that. So I did. First time I listened to it. Not impressed. I was thinking "This is the song that is supposed to kick so much ass that it blows my mind." So I forgot about it. Then later, I decided to give it another try, but this time instead of just listening to it, I watched the video and instantly wanted to dance. It was at that moment that I thought this song was extremely kick ass. And I still want to dance to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEbOPaMyM_s&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelsea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Summer Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; It seems like a lot of people are going bonkers for the Summer Set lately. I'm not. They are OKAY. Not amazing. I mean, I get why people like them, but it's really nothing I haven't heard before. Plus this song in particularily makes me want to sing "Love me Love me tell me you love me..." Blatant copying, but whatever, the Maine stole Semisonic's "Closing Time" piano in "Into Your Arms", and I love that song. The thing is I sincerely tried so hard to find what was so amazing about this band and this song that this song became embedded into my mind and found it's way onto pretty much every mix CD I made this summer. Damn you, The Summer Set! I'll be damned if you make your way into my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd_5MYTMZro"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family Force 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; I have seen Family Force 5 so many time live that I feel like I'm almost entitled to call Soul Glow, Solly. This is the band I have seen more times than any other band live, and that includes Andrew McMahon. I feel like it's been ages since they played Numb live and Solly danced like there was no tomorrow. At Lifest they literally played EVERYTHING. I was ecstatic about it, but I have to say I was most happy about Numb and Ghostride the Whip. I have never seen them lively and energetic at a concert, and that's saying a lot because they put on one of the best live shows I've ever seen. Out of all the times I've seen them live, Lifest 2010 was definitely the best. Even though the crowd was a tad bit douchey, it still didn't kill my mood. And the fact that we wormed our way to the railing makes me even more giddy. I've been listening to this song with the hope that listening to it on repeat will allow me to dance like Solomon Olds. Though that'll never happen, one can always dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbtzU4UyWwA&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithfully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glee Cast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list: &lt;/strong&gt;It is no secret how much of a Gleek I am. I like to be one to say that I watched it before the actually show started when they previewed the very first episode as a total cock tease, and I fell in love. It's also no secret that I think the Glee soundtracks are amazing. I'm aware that it's all covers. I'm even aware that some very clueless people compare it to the likes of Kidz Bop, which is an ambomination. I finally watched the season finale of Glee, and it was amazing. When I heard this song, I had so many goosebumps that I didn't know where there weren't any. I think they did a beautiful job, and I sincerely think that Journey would be proud. I saved this on my DVR and whenever I got bored over the summer, I would watch this over and over again. Once again, not a fact I'm ashamed to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxuThNgl3YA&amp;amp;ob=av3e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born to Run&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on my list:&lt;/strong&gt; I listened to this song for the better of the six hours it takes to drive up north, and the whole time I listened to it, I imagined myself as a champion saxophone player. I really don't think any other explanation is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJpXcCaW4po&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;This Will Be the Death of Us &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set Your Goals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;This was an extremely difficult decision for me. As the last song on the list, I could've put another ADTR song on here (Have Faith in Me) because I've been obsessed with them lately. I could've put a Devil Wears Prada song on here because thanks to my brother, I've been addicted to them too this summer. However,I decided to go with Set Your Goals because I've always been a SYG girl. And Set Your Goals had the SICKEST (never use that word, I mean it) set at Warped Tour. Yes, Bryce was the best, but Set Your Goals was equipped with a toga man in rainbow striped shorts, an insane mosh pit, and Brenden getting landed on by a human crowd surfing catapult and then getting up and smiling. Even though it was jarring and pretty intense, it amazed me how much nicer and courteous the people in a Set Your Goals crowd are than a crowd filled with little girls at a Mayday Parade or All Time Low crowd. Set Your Goals fans are the people that should be acting hardcore, punching and kicking, because they will always be the ones to help you up. I'd like to see anyone that would convince me that someone in an All Time Low crowd would do the same for you. So that's why I picked this song. 1. Because it's on rotation in my head. 2. It represents all the bands I didn't put on this list but certainly could've. And 3. Because the crowd at Set Your Goals set at Warped Tour had me regain a little faith at crowd ettiquette at concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. There's my list. I hope you enjoyed it. Last summer, I only did a top 10 list, but I figured because of my sincere lack in posts even when I've promised to post, I owed you a longer list, so I treated it as a CD. These would all go on a CD if I made my summer songs into one. I hope you read this all. I also hope you watch the videos because these songs I truly believe are all very good. Some of the videos I posted are really good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As college is starting for me, and I'm assuming my two main readers who I appreciate actually listen to my psychobabble, it's gonna be busy. But I'm still here, and I'm working on a shit ton of posts because I've promised a shit ton of posts that, well, haven't exactly been posted. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO, thanks for reading, and watching the videos. I'm going to double check, but if any of the videos are wrong or no longer in use, let me know so I can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes posted for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7996587823999472509?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7996587823999472509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7996587823999472509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7996587823999472509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7996587823999472509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-songs-2010.html' title='Summer Songs 2010'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-775055085344540668</id><published>2010-07-14T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:45:21.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craig &quot;The Sex&quot; Ferguson'/><title type='text'>Oh, to the Minions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have completely neglected this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Between feeding my newest obsession of sitting up late and watching Craig Ferguson and watching repeats of Glee, I have lost track of pretty much everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not to mention I've been in Oshkosh and swimming, and I have a lot of things that are much better than sitting in a hot room all day trying to remember what I was going to type. &lt;br /&gt;My dad just ordered me a laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So once that bad boy comes, you will get all the posts you want and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As for now, I'm going in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;And then tomorrow is Pie Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You should know how I get about Pie Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll fill you in on my summer later tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Later Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Or hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fun new layout? eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-775055085344540668?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/775055085344540668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=775055085344540668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/775055085344540668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/775055085344540668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-to-minions.html' title='Oh, to the Minions!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7198490183908919186</id><published>2010-05-26T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:54:13.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Force 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghostride the Whip'/><title type='text'>And the reigning champion is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is with great priviledge to announce to say that I am resetting the play count on my iTunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know there are things much more important in this world,  however, I have nothing better to do right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My itunes play counter has been running for almost 1 year now, or so it would seem.  I would just like to point out that since I installed itunes onto my computer, there has been one song that has been number 1 for pretty much the entire time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is with great pleasure that I am now retiring that song into my "GREAT SONGS HALL OF FAME".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GHOSTRIDE THE WHIP by FAMILY FORCE 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You see my most played on itunes is the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. "Ghostride the Whip" by Family Force 5-----------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;76 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. "There, There Katie" by Jack's Mannequin--------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;35 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. "Love Story" by Scene Aesthetic--------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;33 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. "Swim [music box]" by Jack's Mannequin--------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;31 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. "Keep the Party Alive" by Family Force 5---------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;27 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. "Love Drunk" by Boys Like Girls--------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;25 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. "You're the Voice" by David Foster-----------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;25 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. "Weightless" by All Time Low----------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;23 plays (GOOD LORD, WHY IS THAT ON THERE!?!?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. "My Life Would Suck Without You" by Glee Cast------------------------&lt;strong&gt;23 plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. "(If You're Wondering if I want You To) I Want You To by Weezer---&lt;strong&gt;23 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. "Shots" by LMFAO ft. Lil' Jon-----------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;24 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12. "Saturday Night" by the Bay City Rollers--------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;19 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13. "You'll Be in My Heart" by Phil Collins-----------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;19 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14. "No One Can Touch Us" by Sing it Loud ft. Alex Gaskarth--------------&lt;strong&gt;19 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;15. "Hey Soul Sister" by Train---------------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;19 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;16. "That's How You Know" by Amy Adams-----------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;18 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;17. "Wake Up" by Arcade Fire---------------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;18 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18. "Good Girls Go Bad" by Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester------------&lt;strong&gt;18 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;19. "It's My Life/Confessions" by Glee Cast------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;18 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20. "Tonight" by Tobymac ft. John Cooper-------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;18 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21. "Take It Home" by White Tie Affair-----------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;18 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;22. "The Flood" by Escape the Fate----------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;17 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;23.  "True Colors" by Glee Cast---------------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;17 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;24.  "Keep Holding On" by Glee Cast--------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;17 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25. "Sweet Caroline" by Glee Cast-----------------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;17 plays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghostride the Whip is officially retired and put in the hall of fame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now all the other songs need to step up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are most welcome for wasting your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here I am posting things about my itunes when it's definitely not the post that you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh. How delightful. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh welllll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm doing this once a month, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;So get used to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think it's fun. I like lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7198490183908919186?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7198490183908919186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7198490183908919186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7198490183908919186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7198490183908919186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-reigning-champion-is.html' title='And the reigning champion is...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6531826809424639973</id><published>2010-05-05T17:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:49:09.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't say I was POWERFUL, I said I was a WIZARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cannot wait for this summer. In one word, it is going to be: chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Barbeques, brinner parties, pool parties, and so much more. I think this summer will be one foro the books, but of course I'm getting ahead of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also cannot tell you how many posts I've started lately and just saved it as a draft. Curse my infinite thought trail that compells the few people who read this to pretend they are interested! Since I'm done with AP Stats, as I think I've said before, I'm working on getting out all the stuff I've promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EVERY DAMN POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My AP Stats went, well, it went. The 40 question multiple choice wasn't that bad, especially since I consider myself to be an exceptional guesser. However, the free response questions were brutal. I only knew 3 of the 6, which is half for those of you who don't feel like doing the math. Then I went on to guessing at one of them, giving up on the rest and writing a letter to the AP reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is roughly what I wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear Mr. AP Reader Guy,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret to inform you that I will not be answering questions 3 or 4. You see, I refuse to believe that there are plausible answers for these problems. I have been sitting her for a good 20 minutes glaring at my pencil for not writing anything that my calculator is trying to tell me, which as of now says '76934235289572984652398572052734' (which is probably because I banged my head on my calculator a number of times. How I got all numbers is just incredible to me.) Anyways, this is not me surrendering or giving up. This is merely me stopping before I rip all my hair out. (please turn the page to continue). I don't want you to think I'm a quitter. It's not like I really need this test for college anyways. I'm not majoring in anything where mathematics apply. I'm majoring in art. I sincerely hope that your endeavor of reading the rest of these AP Stats free response tests is more successful than my test was. I also hope that this was significantly more interesting than reading 'This is Sparta' randomly coined in somewhere. I'm far more creative than that. I bid you farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jenni Perdzock"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After that, I drew a pirate with an eye patch and peg leg saying 'ONWARD!'. I then drew an arrow that said, "Some of my artwork. As you can see I'm quite talented."&lt;br /&gt;Then I drew a ninja with a throwing star trying to kill the pirate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was going to draw a dinosaur, but I wasn't setting out to impress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're probably thinking that I'm a complete dumbass for doing that, but you have no idea how much I DIDN'T know the answers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember learning it.&lt;br /&gt;And that's not because I slept in class nearly everyday, and almost never did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I did that for over half my other classes, as well as AP Psych, and look how that turned out.&lt;br /&gt;5 on the AP test, and as I recall I didn't answer everything on that one either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an anomaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is kicking me off now.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kay.&lt;br /&gt;Later days.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I change my profile picture A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6531826809424639973?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6531826809424639973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6531826809424639973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6531826809424639973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6531826809424639973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just because my name is Jenni, does not in any way link me to the character from the movie Forrest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize that we have the same name.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize that you may think this is a HUGE coincidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jennifer is a popular name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or at least it was when I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't appreciate people going around yelling "I LURVE YEW JENNAY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm soooooo sick of.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was cute the first couple times, but after awhile, everyone says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even joking when I say that after I meet someone, and upon knowing my name, they either get this goofy smile on their face, or they sit there pondering as if thinking where "Jenni" sounds familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And then when it hits me I just hear "Jennnai!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sdf;slfhsl;fhsl;fhsd.f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're not the same person.&lt;br /&gt;No, my parents did not name me after her.&lt;br /&gt;That, in fact, is impossible seeing as though I was born before the movie was made...I think.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please don't address me the same way Forrest addresses Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to punt a kitten into a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8769659626672207801?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8769659626672207801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8769659626672207801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8769659626672207801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8769659626672207801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-count-to-potato.html' title='I can count to potato!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6832823322426626278</id><published>2010-04-12T21:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:30:34.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenni Perdzock because I&apos;m really important'/><title type='text'>Concert Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Despite what some assholes at concerts may think, etiquette is not just at your grandparents country club. It's everywhere. Yes, guy who decides to light a cigarette when you're standing so close to me that we could practically be siamese twins, I'm talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You see, a lot of people don't appreciate half the shit that goes on at concerts in the crowds, and I have decided to go out and list the things you should and shouldn't do at a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Hey dude who brought your girlfriend to her first concert: I think it's cute and all that you guys decided to share a moment together that is going to a concert, but it's not cute when you decide to be your own baricade for her. It's a concert, and she's going to get pushed around. Especially if you dumbasses decide to stake your place at the front of the crowd. Note: the front is always the most rowdy. It's not cool when you push and practically hit other girls who are just having fun at a concert so your beloved significant other won't get pushed. It's a concert. It's inevitable that she's going to get pushed. If you want to have huggy, cuddle fun time then go to the back of the crowd where you know you won't be getting pushed. Your girlfriend is not the only one there who wants to enjoy the concert. Stop being such an asshole, and stop getting so butt hurt about getting pushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER LIGHT A CIGARETTE IN THE MIDDLE OF A CROWD THAT IS PUSHING AND SHOVING AND HAVING FUN.&lt;/strong&gt; None of us want to have your ashes blind us for life, and I'm pretty sure we also don't want to start on fire...(with the lack of oxygen and close quarted, I'm sure it could happen). The best time to smoke at a concert, if it's completely neccessary, is when crews are setting up for the next band, or you could be REALLY considerate and leave the crowd and light up. I really don't care. Like I said, I don't want ashes in my ear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. This should be rule #1, but I'm kind of winging this. I'm even going to ENLARGE everything: &lt;/span&gt;I swear to God in heaven, when someone falls down at a concert, I don't care if this person has been screaming the lyrics to your favorite band's songs obnoxiously and tone-deaf in your ear, I really don't care, you fucking pick them up. No one deserves to get trampled. You NEVER: step on them to rush closer to the stage, ignore them, or whatever else you could do...YOU FUCKING PICK. THEM. UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Never intentionally hit someone if they are not in the pit. This is not to say that you can make it look like an accident....but going up to them and just punching or kicking them..well that just pisses people off, and it's also a good way to get start a fight. Trust me, the security guard will be on you faster than you can think if you start a fight. No one wants to be around a fight ever, especially at a concert. You never know who you're going to hit, so just watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. When a band or stage crew members throw water bottles into the crowd, share the wealth. I don't care if you don't share your drinks and you barely know that people around you. The moment you step into that concert hall, you are family with every single person who's there to see the same bands you are. Remember that . You sweat on these people shamelessly in the line of concert battle royale; I'm positive sharing water bottles won't kill you. Just be considerate enough to know that you're not the only one dying of thirst in the crowd with no ability to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. When beachballs are thrown into a crowd, they are meant to be set, not spiked. The purpose of them being in the crowd in the first place is so that they create a more fun enviroment, not to take someone out. Don't be a tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. If you lose your shoe, just leave the crowd. Chances are you'll find it after the concert. Sure it'll probably be trampled so much that it could fit in your pocket, but a trampled shoe is better than getting a peg leg because you tried to stupidly retrieve it. Shoes don't magically disappear, and I really don't think a majority of people at concerts are going to steal your lone shoe, unless they also lost a shoe and it just happens to be the right foot as well as the right size. If enormous coincidence is the case, just take their shoe. It's like rennovation my friends. And face it, it'll make you a whole lot more interesting at parties if you have a story like that to tell..."Oh well I lost my shoe and my foot twin who also lost his/her shoe saw it and put it on. I don't blame them, I have great style..." or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Spilling booze on me may be inevitable. I really don't care, as long as I don't get lit on fire by the guy next to you lighting up a cigarette, and as long as you don't blame me for spilling your alcohol and get your drunk ass all up in my space. Your drunk, I'm not...who do you really think is gonna win that one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. Don't wear concert shirts that you JUST BOUGHT. You will never look like more of a tool in your life. I don't know what you want to do with it, just don't put it on. Gag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. Even if you hate a band, dislike them, prefer their old music more and think they've just become huge tools, don't ruin a concert for other people. Don't shout insults at the band. They are playing for the people who love them, and even if you don't like them, doesn't mean the people around you don't. People have different tastes in music. If you're there to see a particular band, but hate the rest of the bands, don't be a little bitch about it and complain and yell and flip the bird at everyone. Go hang out towards the back of the concert and go crazy when your band comes on, and then just leave. (Also, don't be the guy who weaseled his way to the front just to see one band, and just stand there and looked pissed the entire time the other bands are playing. Standing in the front like that makes you a little bitch.) Being mean to the band on stage is rude. They are out on the road for months in the year, and the people they get to connect with the most are their fans. Don't ruin the connection. Although, subtle mocking is always fun. Just as long as you don't go overboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. If you're fat, don't crowd surf. It's not only painful for you when we drop your fat ass, it's painful for us for having to lift you, and really painful for us when you fall on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12. If you're intoxicated in any way, don't run into a mosh pit. That's just common sense, but some of us need a little reminder now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13. If you're not comfortable going in the front, don't go. Simple as that. It's scary at first, and even if you're a veteran concert goer but you're jsut not feeling good about the concert because of some reason, there's absolutely no shame in staying more towards the back or off to the side. If you have even the littlest amount of doubt, there's got to be some reason, and you don't want to get trampled to find out what the reason was. You can have fun at any place in the crowd, not just the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't think those are too much to ask of.&lt;br /&gt;It's a concert, music festival, whatever. Everyone is there to have fun. There's no point in being an asshole when you all want to have the same end result--a good fucking time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I haven't sworn this much on a post since the one about Brett Favre.&lt;br /&gt;(I still mean everything I said in that post.) Holy fucking bajeezuz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry it's been so long. You wouldn't BELIEVE the number of posts that I've started and haven't finished.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've mentally checked out of school, that'll probably be first priority..heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, that and my new one: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/evilthynameisjenni.blogspot.com"&gt;evilthynameisjenni.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;(Prank War II blog), and plotting revenge, even though I've got that covered already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I PROMISE you the year in review is still coming. Yes I know it's almost May, but I've never been very punctual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You all know that shit. So don't give me any crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What else? What else?......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't be a dirty whore.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are, :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahahahaha OH SHIT! Fergie's 'London Bridge' just came on my pandora. Now I just need Beyonce's 'Diva' to make it one of those nights where I just listen to really shitty songs. *crossing my fingers (for the summer)* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm feeling saucy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaynay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^bahaha, that's shameful. woooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee is on tonight. hoorahrah.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Forest Gump ruined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6832823322426626278?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6832823322426626278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6832823322426626278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6832823322426626278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6832823322426626278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/concert-etiquette.html' title='Concert Etiquette'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4619646325387109118</id><published>2010-03-08T16:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:02:06.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>The 20th February: 2 Years of Spaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm taking a break from the year in review to be all reminiscent. (Plus there's the fact that I don't even know if you guys read the first part of the review and I've decided to be a dick until I see proof of this reading. BLEH. :P)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I've had this thing for 2 years now. It blows my mind. I can't believe I got it when I was an overly depressed little sophomore, though not as much as freshmen year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just taking solace in the fact that I love my life entirely right now, and I've figured out there's not reason to be depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I decided I'm going to go all the way back and highlights some of the best things I said on this thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/20/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Some days I'll have insomnia, other days its like I'm that girl in your high school with narcolepsy who just falls asleep as soon as you high five your best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/21/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Today I went up to Zak and said WANNA HEAR A FUNNY JOKE?&lt;br /&gt;And he looks at me blankly, like he always does,&lt;br /&gt;and I say "I'M A GOOD PERSON."&lt;br /&gt;and he laughed...hysterically."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apparently after you meet me, you're no longer a beautiful flower, you're a flaming raquet ball of death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/22/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"EVERYONE IS FUCKED IN THEIR OWN WAY.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it, enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Its what makes you different from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;It really is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain that your life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain that everyone hates you.&lt;br /&gt;They don't.&lt;br /&gt;Don't complain that you're fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;You're not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/24/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"I found my Nano Baby the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid electronic brat won't stop bitching.&lt;br /&gt;God. whenever I get sick of it, I over discipline it and start over by resetting it.&lt;br /&gt;That shows great promise for my parenting future.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/18/08--"..&lt;/strong&gt;me and Josh marveled on one of the most amazing,&lt;br /&gt;or disturbing things we've ever seen.:&lt;br /&gt;A 65 LBS.&lt;br /&gt;Solid Chocolate Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Probably about half my size,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm 5'4''.&lt;br /&gt;So that's what?&lt;br /&gt;3 feet of chocolate shaped like a rabbit that you wouldn't even be able to put your hands around.&lt;br /&gt;You'd need a fucking meat cleaver to chop the part off that you wanted to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/10/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Then EVERYONE in the world would know how neurotic I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;I used that word the other day and someone asked me if I knew what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;I said yes, I'm not a dumbass,&lt;br /&gt;and of course their response was to ask me why I referred to myself as a drug.....&lt;br /&gt;That's NARCOTICS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/20/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"anywho, if you're wondering why I put a "ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK" sign on my blog,&lt;br /&gt;well it seemed fun.&lt;br /&gt;and if nothing else, it's the most bad ass thing you can do while blogging, unless you just say&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK THIS FUCKING FUCK FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only one person is allowed to have way too much energy and show it every moment of their day.&lt;br /&gt;And that's Richard Simmons.&lt;br /&gt;If you disagree, I will fight you.&lt;br /&gt;No lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/21/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"or maybe it just bugs me that she [P!nk] spells her name with a "!", like that really counts as a vowel.&lt;br /&gt;IT DOESN'T. and WE SHOULD NOT BE ENCOURAGING IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/22/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Maybe we're all spineless bastards being controlled by the government,&lt;br /&gt;but none of us know it....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/26/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today would've been insufficiently uneventful had it not been for me deciding to kick it up in gym class a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;I ran around screaming there was a bee in my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Monica told me to take my shoe off.&lt;br /&gt;at which point I just said there wasn't a bee in my shoe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;War Vs. Pants.&lt;br /&gt;I hate pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/29/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Yes, my little imaginary world: Andrew McMahon is GOOD, Fat Mike is EVIL, Judas Priest is Fat Mike's legion of demons, and Anthony Green and Craig Owens are Andrew's legion of angels.&lt;br /&gt;I'd let them sit on my shoulder and argue all day, but just end up pushing the evil ones off my shoulder so they can fall to their death...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I enjoy watching Prince Fielder run.&lt;br /&gt;He's fluffy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/05/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Sometimes I wish that I had absolutely no brain capacity at all.&lt;br /&gt;Then at least when I don't apply myself in school, I could have a reason for being retarded."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Bottom line: Don't ever let someone put down your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Always go for what you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I swear to the Lord in Heaven, that if the NFL announcers compare Aaron Rodgers to Brett Favre one more time when they are announcing shit, I am going to personally fly to wherever they are announcing, and I will shove a football down their throat, up their ass, and through their noses.&lt;br /&gt;Then at least they won't be able to talk.&lt;br /&gt;JUST SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is hard to grasp as an idea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was old already when Brett went through his mid life crisis or menopause&lt;br /&gt;with his little spiel of I'M DONE PLAYING FOOTBALL, NO I'M NOT, YES I AM, NO I'M NOT, YES I AM, NO I WON'T PLAY FOR THE PACKERS, TED THOMPSON IS MEAN TO ME, THEY FORCED ME TO RETIRE, I WANT TO PLAY FOR ANOTHER TEAM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to shove my foot down his throat.&lt;br /&gt;Not just a football."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If someone plays, hums, does anything concerning the song DISTURBIA by RHIANNA, I will kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;This has been long overdone to the point where it won't even include something being shoved down someone's throat, it'll just be death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"helevectica is an ugly font on Microsoft word, and no one uses it anyways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/06/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"it's just like CREATE A SHOW FOR THE ONES WHO SUCK SO THEY THINK THEIR GOOD EVEN THOUGH AMERICA WILL LAUGH AT THEM, HEY AT LEAST THEY'RE LIVING THEIR DREAM...KIND OF...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/22/08--"&lt;/strong&gt;I wish I had mind powers that would do my homework in my sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/27/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"If you could​,​ would​ you be Britt​ney Spear​s for a day?&lt;br /&gt;that'd be cool.I could walk around pantless in public and shave my head. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/28/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"You know that one Skittles commercial where everything the man touches turns into Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;WELLLL,....It has sprung up many different questions:&lt;br /&gt;-What happens if brah touches skittles...do they turn into more skittles?&lt;br /&gt;-Was he born with it? He couldn't have been...because otherwise his mother's uterus would've turned into skittles, and then when the doctor was delivering the baby, skittles would've been falling everywhere..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;10/31/08--&lt;/strong&gt;wrote a poem on Halloween. I think it's really good. Check it out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html"&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you want to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/31/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"By the way, I never realised how ugly Dan Rather is.&lt;br /&gt;He just turned 77.&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats! Ya look like a purse..." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/02/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Who would honestly want to insure an Autobot?&lt;br /&gt;as much as a fan as I personally am,&lt;br /&gt;no one would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-do-nice-things-for-my.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check this post out too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Especially if your name starts with Ja and ends in Earce.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/05/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"I just ate skittles that tasted like carpet cleaner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/30/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"jeaperscreeperss (6:44:44 PM): is it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;jeaperscreeperss (6:44:47 PM): that i love lil jon?&lt;br /&gt;notsofearce(6:45:09 PM): more wrong than anything else ive heard today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Go build a snowman, whenever you get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think you're too old.&lt;br /&gt;You're never too old for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Never forget that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Q: What happened to the man who saw the lion at the store?&lt;br /&gt;A: He got malled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/04/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;If there's snow where you live, go do something productive in it, even if the most creative thing is spraying words into the snow with food coloring or (if you're a guy) piss. Have fun. Life is too short to take everything too seriously. I'm glad I'm figuring that out at a young age. Because I'm going to have a mind like a kid for the rest of my life. And I love that. You only live once, and I'm going to do it having the best possible time of my life. If that means being reckless and immature every so often, then so be it. Then when I'm old I can tell great stories of everything I've done, and regret nothing. And I can't wait to become the legend that I know is already waiting for me. Cheers to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. When I get old, I'm never watching the news. It's for people who take life too seriously, and for people who have nothing better to do than from upon the world and society just shaking their head at how utterly messed up it truly is. Yes, society is messed up. I'm not going to disagree with that. But I'm not going to sit on my ass not doing anything. "Be the change you want in the world."--Ghandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers again and again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/17/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"I played Badmitton with a pencil today?&lt;br /&gt;that makes me hardcore. :x&lt;br /&gt;I hate that "smiley".&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid, and shouldn't count as anything." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" "I always expect Jenni to be waiting at the other side of a door. That way when she's not there to scare me, I'm pleasantly surprised."&lt;br /&gt;--Mo-ned Klingalingaling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/18/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"I'm just going to start out with a cocky statement to begin with:&lt;br /&gt;"My new myspace picture is so adorable, I don't know how people can even stand it."&lt;br /&gt;and I mean that from the bottom of my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/19/08--&lt;/strong&gt;"Don't lick cars in the cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is really nerdy, but this is probably one of my favorite posts: &lt;a href="http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html"&gt;SURS&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;(And this is my most random post ever: &lt;a href="http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-what-myspace-does-to-you.html"&gt;Myspace Survey&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/05/09--"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't help it that when something good happens, I'm overly optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to dwell on low points of my life.&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is just to short to spend it melodramatically depressed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and to end with the day...some wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolutions make me laugh. No one ever keeps them, and no one ever really applies themselves to them. They only do it to make themselves look like they have some kind of idea of what self preservation is....But they don't. And this is what makes me laugh. Why do we have to wait 365 days to designate a goal for ourselves? If someone really TRULY wanted to change themselves, they would start the day they wanted to change themself. They wouldn't stand around waiting for January 1st. They would truly commit themselves to changing as soon as possible. But no one actually wants to change, they only say they want to change. As people, we are all too deeply set in our ways to change how we already are. I'm not saying it's an impossible task to accomplish. I'm just saying it's a lot more difficult than declaring a so called oath on the first of the year every year. It shouldn't matter what the date is. The only significance January 1st should truly have on people is that it just means that Earth has completed yet another revolution around the sun, and it's starting all over again. It's no different from January 2nd. And that's how it should be treated.&lt;br /&gt;Take what you want from that, I hope it's something positive... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/09/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"Even though my math teacher is scary, I'm willing to face the wrath that would probably put Lucifer, himself, to shame.&lt;br /&gt;So long story short, I guess I came on here tonight to say:&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, just say "yes, I do think that the answer is always 7." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here: &lt;a href="http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-beethoven.html"&gt;My Beethoven Story&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/09/09--&lt;/strong&gt;(In reference to the annoying girls at Barnes and Noble obsessed with Twilight who threw the magazines all over the place) "On the cover it read: Inside the Twilight movie and cast exlusive! Plus free poster of Robert Pattinson!&lt;br /&gt;There was also a picture of Rob right there on the cover. It was little, and to the side, but it was enough to make these little girls almost have their first orgasm at the sight of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/10/09--&lt;/strong&gt;" Listening to Ben Folds almost makes me feel like a bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;It feels as legit as if I'd be listening to some hardcore old school hiphop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/12/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"I've been told on countless occasion by many of my friends that shopping with me is much like shopping with a toddler [on crack]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/25/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"So the next girl who runs by me screaming their head off about how they want to have Oli Sykes babies,&lt;br /&gt;I might have to kick in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! COME ON PEOPLE! HAVE SOME DIGNITY!&lt;br /&gt;I can actually understand maybe getting a little crazy at a concert, shouting things and whathaveyou,&lt;br /&gt;but just being in the hallway at school with your locker open licking the inside of the door where you taped the picture is&lt;br /&gt;R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've said it before, I'll say it again and again: Put your bras back on and go find your dignity that's hiding in a ridiculously deep lake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/17/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"I think that Randy Jackson and the rest of us crackass should leave the cool things like sports, slang and talking, and dancing (among many, many other things) to the black people. They do it wayyyy better than we do. And sometimes, I wish I didn't dance so foolishly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/13/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"So the phone rings, I run up to get it, answer it and say "Joe's Mortuary, You stab em, we slab em!"&lt;br /&gt;There was silence on the other line of the phone for maybe a millisecond before a shrew, cranky telemarketer's voice goes "You know, that's not even funny..really. You should be ashamed of yourself."&lt;br /&gt;They kept going, but I just looked at the phone, and hung up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/24/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"In my words, "If days were people, I would kick today.", which my neighbor asked me why I kick people.&lt;br /&gt;I responded with out of hate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/12/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"So today I was thinking about what it would be like to talk to one of the commercial narrators in real life.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd feel incredibly obsolete. Mainly because as I was talking to him, I'd be thinking he'd be narrating the conversation in this really intense low voice. And then I would probably ask something embarassing like "Were you born with that voice?" or "Did you always talk like that and intimidate people who went to school with?" or "Did your puberty suck? Because I'm sure it did." or "You know just because you have a kick ass voice, doesn't make you good looking...."&lt;br /&gt;or all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;I babble when I first meet people I'm nervous around.&lt;br /&gt;But just think about it, wouldn't talking to the guy whose voice is in movie preview be weird. I'd probably have GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME stamped on my forehead I'd feel so weird....&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE BECAUSE HIS VOICE BLINDS PEOPLE OR WHAT IF HE WAS REALLY A ROBOT OR AN ALIEN?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go with alien. Nothing human sounds like that....&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced and I guarantee you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/30/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"So do you think I could sue Twix if I ate one to get myself out of an awkward situation and time didn't slow down or stop for me to think about my reaction to this situation? I'm sure I could if that idiot who sued McDonalds got money for spilling coffee on herself because she wasn't aware that the beverage was hot. I MEAN HELLO YOU ORDERED COFFEE. IT WASN'T A CHILLED BEVERAGE YEARS UNTIL YEARS AFTER SHE WON HER LAWSUIT. And what is with coffee being a chilled beverage now anyways? I hate that. Coffee is already gross, no offense to you coffee lovers, but at least when the coffee is hot you can say you like it but you really don't know if you like it or aren't aware of how incredibly gross it is because its so scaulding hot that it burns off your taste buds. When its chilled you have no actual excuse for drinking it. I think coffee is gross and it tastes like ass. Don't even get me started on tea. I don't even understand tea, therefore I can't even begin to explain that.....They are having the Game Show Awards. I don't even know how you can give awards to shows that basically only deal with giving out awards. It confused me. I'm not going to waste my time thinking about that conundrum even though I'll probably end up watching it. Like I said--crappy TV. I was watching a lot of WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? and may I say either I am an excellent guesser or they should just give me a check right now for being a genius. I knew every single question asked on every rerun I watched--and trust me that was a lot of reruns........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/30/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"Putting all racism aside, because honestly I'm not racist in the least bit, but do you ever notice everytime they need a black guy in a movie Samuel L. Jackson pops up? It's kind of amazing. It's like he walks onto any set and goes, "I'M GONNA BE IN THIS MOVIE. GIMME A COSTUME." And everyone is just like "eh whatever, give him a few lines. people will never expect it." But the thing is, now we DO expect. I'm starting to get dissapointed everytime it's not Samuel L. and its some other black guy. It just doesn't seem right to me to have another black actor when Samuel L. is doing such a dandy job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Kristen Stewart blinks to much. Everytime I see a movie with her, especially Twilight I just want to slap her and say STOP BLINKING. Next time you see a movie with her, just count how many times she blinks. It is NOT humanly possible! You lose count and then you get frustrated. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/fail.html"&gt;Click here to read my FUN story of my driver's test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/25/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"I don't know what critics are smoking, but they seriously have to step down from their pedistal and think about what us common folk would be amused by. Flashing fight scenes and funny robot talk? Yes please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/09/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Besides the fact that listening to Hey Monday makes me feel like a total tool...or a 12 year old again....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/12/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I just have a few thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;First, Julia Stiles has a smile that frowns. Secondly, if I hear Miley Cyrus's song "The Climb" one more time, I am going the take "the climb" to the top of a mountain and jump down it, rolling and falling to my doom screaming FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK YOOOUUU HANNNNAAHHHH MOOOOONNNNTTAAANNNAAA.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me. and thirdly, I love Hollywood Squares.&lt;br /&gt;I've been DVRing it for months now on the GSN (that's short for Game Show Network).&lt;br /&gt;But, I think its sexist that the X is always a guy and the O is always a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how that's sexist, but I have a feeling that it is.&lt;br /&gt;by the way this touch screen computer is really, really inconvenient when bugs snuck into your house and they are flying around the damned little lamp that you have and they keep running into the screen totally fucking shit up for you.&lt;br /&gt;man oh man, is it pissssssssssing me off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9/18/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"I've come to realize that it is so easy to defeat yourself because of what people say about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But tell me something...&lt;br /&gt;why is it so easy to listen to what these people say when you know that it's not true?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just stand back and laugh at what they are saying about you rather than they laugh at knowing that what they are saying to you and about you is getting to you?&lt;br /&gt;You know that you're the better person, and yet by feeding into their bullshit, it makes you look like the jackass.&lt;br /&gt;Some words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;1. Never change who you are or what you stand for just because people ridicule you for being a little bit different.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stand by your friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stand by the people who stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do me a favor and keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;And watch Remember the Titans.&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Julius have some legit guy love for reals."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/02/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"I had to watch a documentary on Walmart in my Econ class, which was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep, but not before deciding that SAM WALTON IS A COMMIE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/08/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"I had an epiphany today.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at some kid in my AP Stats class and he was wearing a University of Florida shirt.&lt;br /&gt;First time I was reading it, I was like cool, cool. But then I read it again and I was like "University of Flo Rida"....&lt;br /&gt;Either I'm a genius or an idiot. It hasn't been confirmed yet.&lt;br /&gt;But Flo Rida is the true idiot if that's where he got his name from, and I'm definitely thinking that's where he got it from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've decided that I'm inventing a tshirt that has a pillow built into the sleeve right where you put your head when you try to sleep in class so that when you wake up, your face doesn't hurt because it was laying on your fibula."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/06/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"I really despise people with inferiority complexes.&lt;br /&gt;People who think that they are better than everyone else just because of their views, intelligence, looks...etc.&lt;br /&gt;It's really been getting to me later.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God it makes me wants to punch a baby.&lt;br /&gt;And these are the kinds of people who won't acknowledge that they are unbearable to be around because they think they are God's gift to humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Pisses me off, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, fuck, I'm narcissistic, but I'm not that bad am I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/12/09--&lt;/strong&gt;"It really bothers me that Lady Gaga wears a wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-life.html"&gt;Angriest Post I've Had Yet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/08/10--&lt;/strong&gt;"Would it be cocky of me to follow myself?&lt;br /&gt;No, I have a better question. Would it surprise anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Wow. Two years.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed that. If not I just wasted your time, but if you didn't enjoy it somewhat, then you wouldn't read this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the deal. I'm feeling indulgent. New YIR's aren't being posted until Captain Blinky Lights and The Pirate Hooker decide to comment on the last two year in reviews that I did.&lt;br /&gt;Either the Fuse one or the Part 1 that I posted, or on this one to acknowledge the fact that you read it.&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple "nice, now keep going you slow dumbass" would suffice because this shit takes me long to do, and I like/hate doing it. And it especially takes longer when I go the extra mile and post links to stuff in the post. It's hard and a pain in the ass, but I do it for your enjoyment mainly, and because I'm so cocky that I like reading my own stuff. :D&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm here being a dickbag who needs attention, comment.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my comment settings anyways, so I need to know if everyone can comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now. Go fulfil my needs!&lt;br /&gt;jenni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4619646325387109118?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4619646325387109118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4619646325387109118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4619646325387109118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4619646325387109118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/20th-february-2-years-of-spaz.html' title='The 20th February: 2 Years of Spaz'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-1535439297417029031</id><published>2010-03-06T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:12:16.488-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink 182'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape the fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Gaslight Anthem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five for fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skillet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion pit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt nathason'/><title type='text'>Songs You Should Listen to RIGHT NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was listening to my Pandora, and now I'm going to compile a list of sons that you should listen to immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mQEfYZEDrI"&gt;Story of Your Life&lt;/a&gt; by Five for Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHx4BlF6V2o"&gt;Come on Get Higher&lt;/a&gt; by Matt Nathanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezvQFfTNqqs"&gt;I've Got Your Number&lt;/a&gt; by Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhhzV5Xv9Tw"&gt;Lisztomania&lt;/a&gt; by Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_j68QQSGJU"&gt;Shut Up&lt;/a&gt; by Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mjlM_RnsVE"&gt;Monster &lt;/a&gt;by Skillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3aafwKFjUw"&gt;Friend Like That&lt;/a&gt; by Hawk Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKM4r_p4gd4"&gt;We Won't Back Down&lt;/a&gt; by Escape the Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYwdl1UDzMo"&gt;Even Cow Girls Get the Blues &lt;/a&gt;by A Gaslight Anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkpRIa0PIU8"&gt;You Might as Well Be in Space &lt;/a&gt;by Years Gone By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCzmapVO1X4"&gt;No, Seriously &lt;/a&gt;by From Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsZf60qnVUw"&gt;This is Me &lt;/a&gt;by The Rocket Summer (Not the original video, but I like this better. It's a really good video. I suggest watching it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si2D0iDIhB4"&gt;Still&lt;/a&gt; by Ben Folds (If you don't listen to any other song I put on this list, please just listen to this song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The songs kind of speak for themselves. So have at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"A new year has started. They say it's the best time of the year to reinvent yourself. I say be happy with who you are, and if you're not, don't wait until January 1st."&lt;/strong&gt; Perdzock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-1535439297417029031?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1535439297417029031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=1535439297417029031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1535439297417029031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1535439297417029031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/songs-you-should-listen-to-right-now.html' title='Songs You Should Listen to RIGHT NOW'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4747240693702495037</id><published>2010-03-03T18:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:01:14.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit the Lights'/><title type='text'>Hit the Lights</title><content type='html'>I'm on a street team for Hit the Lights.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only street team I'll ever join because they are the coolest people I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the Lights has a DVD coming out.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Io2lXXyj2y0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Io2lXXyj2y0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it. Go buy it at &lt;a href="http://www.glamourkills.com/"&gt;http://www.glamourkills.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;It's Hit the Lights, how could it disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if you want to join the street team, which I highly reccommend that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fancorps.com/hitthelights/click/16611" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.fancorps.com/hitthelights/view/16611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go here: &lt;a href="http://hitthelights.fancorps.com/signup/ref/gotspazgetjenni"&gt;http://hitthelights.fancorps.com/signup/ref/gotspazgetjenni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Alright, peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4747240693702495037?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4747240693702495037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4747240693702495037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4747240693702495037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4747240693702495037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hit-lights.html' title='Hit the Lights'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2344562109356484767</id><published>2010-02-12T16:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:39:01.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VH1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>2009: Year in Review Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. So I'm going to start my 2009 year in review.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start by quickly going over some things that happened in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now this is not my list, technically. I got this from the show on VH1 "2009: That Really Happened".&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was really a show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to just go over what this show went over, and then tomorrow or tonight I'll start putting out my parts as fast as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's keep in mind, this is MY list (well not this part), but you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feel free to disagree, but have valid points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You guys wanted this. You harassed me for it pretty much, so I'm finally giving in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember: opinion. Jacob--don't get all spazzy because I may or may not put Say Anything on my best of 2009 album list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who knows? I might, but alas you won't know in this part.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2009 was a ridiculous year. Let's face it. Good and bad came out of it, but then just some plain annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These are the things VH1 highlighted, along with my commentary on how important it actually was to the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LADY GAGA--I have heard 2009 refered to as "The Year of Gaga", and as much as I want to deny that fact, I don't know one person who doesn't know the words to at least one of her songs, and I have also heard "discostick" brought up in everyday conversation. It. Annoys. The. Shit. Out. Of. Me. I don't like Lady Gaga. And as far as she goes, all I'm going to say is I can understand why she everyone thinks she's a hermaphrodite. It's because she sings like a man with a really low voice trying to be FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VAMPIRES--I should just skip this one. Honestly, it sickens me that I can't go ANYWHERE anymore and not see vampires. The whole teen section at Barnes and Noble? Vampires, which is why I moved to good fiction and Chuck Klosterman books YEARS AGO. Whether it was True Blood or Twilight or the Vampire Diaries, all I can say is I blame Stephanie Meyer, and she RUINED Muse for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spencer and Heidi: The most annoying couple on the face of the earth. Here's the list I was just shown on VH1: 7 things Spencer and Heidi did to milk their 155 minutes of fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. Create an extremely annoying combination couple name: Speidi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. Attached themselves to major news stories in the media. Ex: in Mexico when Swine Flu broke out, and then they were photographed with masks on like anyone actually gives a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Get on. Then Leave. Then get back on a reality TV show on NBC named "I'm a Celebrity Get Me out Of Here!".   (And got baptised by the religious Baldwin brother.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Start a feud with America's favorite, friendly weather man. (I have no idea who this is in reference to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Start a music career even if you can't sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Write a book on how to be famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Pose for Playboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What I think is ironic that VH1 decided to put this segment in there is that even while they might be mocking how Spencer and Heidi are media attention whores, by giving them a segment, they are pretty much glorifying the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Twitter. Stupid. ihaveonebutidontliketoadmitit. "Narcissistic nonsense." (Direct quote from someone on the show.) AH! That explains why I have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan a lesbian? interesting. Don't care. Really, really, really, DON'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Twitter is like the mafia." This is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Susan Boyle. She's British, I'm not covering this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Year of the worst parents ever? Yes I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't tell you how irritated I got about hearing about Jon and Kate Plus Eight and Octomom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll spare you. It's just awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All those parents are whacked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The boy in a bubble. WAS AWFUL! They used their kids to get a reality TV show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One word: psycho. Just why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;American Idol. Adam Lambert's gay?!?! WHO KNEW!?!? grumblegrumblegrumble Danny Gokey should've won. You wanna know hwy Kris Allen won? BECAUSE ALL THE DANNY GOKEY FANS WENT TO ALLEN! It's not because he's gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And Paula is leaving. Who cares, she's drugged up. And Ellen is better, she'll dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;America's first African American president. I have to say I was proud, even though I don't agree with his politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Obama was the first president to appear on a late night talk show. He said he bowled like he should be in the special olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since when are presidents not allowed to make jokes? I wasn't offended, and I don't think he meant it to be offensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some people in this country need to seriously pull the stick from their ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plus he can kill flies like a ninja. and got a Noble Peace Prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When did a fourth grader ask him why people hate him so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chris Brown beat up Rihanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't know her face was that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Britney Spears had a comeback? Are we really going to call it that? Really? &lt;em&gt;Realllllllly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes. Let's call it that. I'm not going to lie. I like new Britney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss California tells Larry King he's being inappropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bret Michaels gets hit in the head at the Tony's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adam Lambert's WAY inappropriate perfomance at the AMAs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;David Letterman confesses to sleeping with a bunch of women who worked for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jennifer Hudson sings at the Super Bowl. Okay. I'm just going to admit I may have teared up. Especially after she went through hell in late 2008 and early 2009 with her family getting killed. It was a nice moment. Gotta love the superbowl. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAF3pDISZPk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAF3pDISZPk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christian Bale throws a fit on the set of Terminator 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kanye at the VMAs grabbing Taylor Swift's video. "Beyonce has one of the best videos of alllll time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pfft. What a dickbag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Obama called him a jackass. PRICELESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recession buzzwords of 2009: bailout, to big to fail, staycation, teabaggers, stimulus package&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sully lands the plane in the Hudson. Love that guy! Class act. Everyone got out safely. Just love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hands down Hero of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael Jackson dies. I was legitamitely sad. When I first found out, I didn't believe it, because I heard about it about a half hour after they announced he had a heart attack (this was before it was announced cardiac arrest). Me and my mom were really sad. And let me just say that, while I've said this before, I don't believe Michael Jackson was a bad person. I'm not glorifying him to be some holier than now figure. I'm just saying with all the crap he got about being such a creep, I don't think that it's true. I've heard such good things about him. I think he was just a kid who was forced to grow up too fast. I don't think he knew the difference between childhood and adulthood. I'm not here to speculate on whether or not he did the things he was accused of, but the man is a legend, and he will always be an American legend. I think that our country should be proud to have a figure like Michael Jackson in our history, not only as an American but as a person. He changed music. By himself. I know he wasn't some big political figure who's politics changed the way we lived, but he changed the way people danced, partied, sang. Like I said, he's a legend. And let me also say that Janet Jackson's tribute to him at the VMAs was outstanding, Madonna's speech about him was touching, and his memorial service, which I watched, made me cry, especially Brooke Shield's speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brooke Shield's Speech:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXRIpUnH0d8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXRIpUnH0d8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Madonna's Speech: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dg0c5DWmb88"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dg0c5DWmb88&lt;/a&gt; (bad video quality, good sound quality)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Janet Jackson's Tribute: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGruO08tG7U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGruO08tG7U&lt;/a&gt; (once again, not great quality, but good enough to know what's going on.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People that passed away in 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adam Goldstein (DJ AM)&lt;br /&gt;Bea Arthur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Billy Mays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brittany Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;David Carradine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dom DeLuise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ed McMahon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edward Kennedy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Henry Gibson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jett Travolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;John Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Les Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Farrah Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natasha Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscar Mayer Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Patrick Swayze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Richardo Montalban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Steve McNair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Walter Cronkite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apologies to anyone I may have missed.&lt;br /&gt;May they rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll add more on the next parts I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because certainly this isn't all that happened in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2344562109356484767?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2344562109356484767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2344562109356484767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2344562109356484767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2344562109356484767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/2009-year-in-review-part-1.html' title='2009: Year in Review Part 1'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6380343530941977160</id><published>2010-02-11T22:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:21:29.620-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Rock'/><title type='text'>We Rock WHO Youuuuuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I was watching Camp Rock on the Disney Channel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and there's a part at the end that defines the words: lame, stupid, uncomfortable, fake?, whyamiwatchingthis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This girl who, up until this particular part, you thought was named Peggy, but is actually named Margaret Dupree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hold on, are you following me here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright, she grabs a guitar to sing a solo at Final Jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about the fact that I watched this movie, or rather the fact that I've seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like a tool to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, she walks out with her guitar.&lt;br /&gt;She's strutting like it's her first steps, first of all, whcih bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;Then it shows her hands. on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand that's on the neck of the guitar isn't even moving.&lt;br /&gt;And the other hand is strumming what looks to be a melody that is way faster than the song.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen people fake playing the guitar, but never have I seen it done so poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtjXPXV4Bio&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtjXPXV4Bio&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean  you don't have to listen to the whole song. Mute it if you don't want to. But at least watch what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never been so irritated by watching something in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unless you count the times my brother made me watch the Darkness's "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" music video because he thought "it was such a good song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, in my head the last part of that sentence in quotes was said in an extremely mocking voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what's a bigger fail. (Forgive me for using 'fail'. It's the only word that can apply right now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The attempt for fake playing a guitar that she puts forth or the fact that I've watched Camp Rock more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll leave you to think about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J_E_N_N_I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6380343530941977160?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6380343530941977160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6380343530941977160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6380343530941977160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6380343530941977160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-rock-who-youuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='We Rock WHO Youuuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8319224858046527473</id><published>2010-02-09T14:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:01:58.478-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life as Liz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Push Play Back and Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I am one of the socially awkward teenagers who has fallen under the spell of "My Life as Liz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For those of you who are unaware of 'My Life as Liz', it's about a girl who is not a typically preppy teen that you see portrayed on MTV, but rather a nerd who hangs out with other nerds who wants to get revenge on the typically preppy bitchy teenage girls who were her former best friends.&lt;br /&gt;You can probably see the appeal to this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Also all the nerdy guys Liz hangs out with now are hysterical, and one of them says Bangarang. Nothing gets better.)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to admit it, I love the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just like any reality show on MTV though, scripted. But apparently the only parts that are scripted are the parts where Liz is talking to the camera, otherwise it's all real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Regardless of the 'real' factor, I find this show to be extremely ironic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See Liz makes it a point to break out of the mold of typical cookie cutter teenagers. She wants people to be individuals, be themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But at the same time, I have no doubt that kids are watching MLAL and they are thinking about how cool Liz's style is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How cool it is that she collects comic books, hangs around with nerds, and does stuff normal people who have a reality show wouldn't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How much do you want to bet that they change some of how they look to look like Liz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a huge cycle. Even if it's a show about a nonconformist, it turns into a show about someone everyone wants to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Stop copying people.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that comic books and how Liz dresses is bad. Lord knows that I love comic books and I'm a total nerd.&lt;br /&gt;But I choose to do so because that's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be like that be like that, if you like how the people in the Hills dress and act. For all means go out and do it.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't be a carbon copy of someone you see on TV.&lt;br /&gt;That's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news MTV has offically dropped the "Music Television" part of their logo and changed it. Not completely changed it, but changed it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention all my comic books together equal roughly $558.40.&lt;br /&gt;I just love saying that. Jeezuz, that's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Let it be noted that all my comic books are in fact Batman comic books and the one that is worth the most is the 200th Smash Issue of Batman which explains the origin of Batman along with a cameo from the Joker. Worth: $440&lt;br /&gt;Here it is: &lt;a href="http://www.comicspriceguide.com/members/m-indiv.aspx?3TuV4hFd5PisW81yo8dQrECQaL%2bMusOGM45%2fc1ovGYU%3d"&gt;http://www.comicspriceguide.com/members/m-indiv.aspx?3TuV4hFd5PisW81yo8dQrECQaL%2bMusOGM45%2fc1ovGYU%3d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I belong to a comic book website. I've never been more proud in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8319224858046527473?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8319224858046527473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8319224858046527473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8319224858046527473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8319224858046527473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/push-play-back-and-rewind.html' title='Push Play Back and Rewind'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7150552331789356871</id><published>2010-02-08T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:54:03.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Facebook is Phunny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3rd post of the day. WOW. That's the most in a long ass time.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a Wednesday....but it's only a Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways. I saw this group on facebook called "O.B.A.M.A. (One Big Ass Mistake, America).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I laughed a little, not gonna lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, I don't join groups like that on facebook just because that's not why I'm on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though, that's not going to stop me from going on the discussion boards and reading the chitter chatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One particular topic caught my eye. It was called "You're all a bunch of brainless fucking morons". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This Jake character starts out the discussion by saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"None of you know jack shit about the U.S. government, yet you flap your gums incessantly as if you don't have the knowledge of an unread, uneducated dipshit who reads the newspaper more than once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find you so-called defenders of the constitution to be the most ridiculous. Most of you know nothing about the constitution, our founding fathers, or the supreme court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, let's take the statement "Obama is a socialist." Any economist who's not batshit insane will tell you that's incorrect. A socialist would have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nationalized the banks to some degree&lt;br /&gt;2. Pushed for a single-payer healthcare system (half of you have no idea what the fuck that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama has done neither, nor made any indication of intentions to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I find it hilarious that so many of you retarded fucks want to vote in candidates that will ignore your tax bracket and push for cuts and deregulation that aids the top 2% of Americans. By the way, I'm in that top 2%, as in the Bush tax cuts helped my family. I'm going to go smoke expensive weed out of my $300 vaporizer. Suck my dick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jake. Especially for that classy closing line.&lt;br /&gt;Many people argued back and forth with Jake, and then his comments stopped. I'm assuming the reason being that he either decided he shouldn't argue because he was defeated or that he was just too fed up to deal with all those brainless morons that he speaks of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;None of the other comments really caught my eye until the last one, which was written by a girl, clearly a pothead, named Kaitlyn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Wow. That's all I can say at this point.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you used your $300 vaporizer like a man (by man I mean used it to it's $300 potential) and calmed the fuck down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jake, did you know that all human beings have dramatic tendencies? So yes, people go out on a limb and say that 'Obama is a socialist,' in order to stretch the truth to the absurd in order to be a little funny. This is what we all know and love as SATIRE. You've got you're own little drama going on when you call everyone on here a "brainless fucking moron." Touche brah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad that you're taking someone else's opinion so god damn seriously anyways... Why do you care if people think Obama is socialist in the first place? You act like someone on this fan page is about to commit treason and kill Obama (which is, in fact, the ONLY crime defined and written in the constitution that one could commit directly to the United States)...just because we don't agree with Obama or worship him like you doesn't mean we hate the dude. I wouldn't be so fired up about this if you didn't act like an elitist douche who thinks only HE is entitled to spew his shit all over the web. YAY DOUBLE STANDARDS FUCKING ROCK. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, maybe you should make a logical argument that covers ALL the bases. Stop taking the easy way out and just calling us a bunch of profanities. You're degrading comments aren't going to make me change my mind. So if that's what you came here to do, then you're at a loss buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking for myself, I had a very open mind when Obama was elected our president. And sure it's definitely not easy to be elected when the economy is a cluster fuck and we're in what seems to be a ceaseless war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm just not really phased. I feel like America is just stuck in a fat hole that seems to keep sinking further and further. Whenever he makes a speech, it's vague as hell. Sure he uses big impressive words, but I'd rather hear a speech that's too the point and one he can keep his word to. I'm not saying Obama's not trying, I'm sure he is. But you can't just radically CHANGE the way a country has operated for the past 230 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder why European countries are still socialist? Because that's the only way they fucking know! If the citizens knew EXACTLY how our government was run, they'd come here in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why America is so goddamn wonderful. We have the freedom to do whatever the fuck we want. Everyone wants to be like us, to have our wealth, to have our opportunity. Why create a health care plan similar to others'? It's going to cost an ASSLOAD of money. BUT IT WILL HELP?! Not the economy, no. Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The price tag is ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;2) All the people without health care now will get govt funded hc, which creates competition for current health insurance companies. This competition will raise prices for current health insurance holders. The higher the prices, the more people will join the bandwagon of govt funded hc. This will cause H.I. companies to lose money, then those employed by the h.i.c.'s will lose jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;amp;2 will pretty much fuck the US economy up the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of political party, the american government is royally fucked. democrats suck, republicans suck. american moderates rock. I'm going to go smoke decently priced weed from my $8 pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. stop acting like you're a victim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holy shit that girl said everything didn't she? Kudos to her for everything she said minus her decently priced weed and her $8 pipe.&lt;br /&gt;That made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just felt like sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7150552331789356871?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7150552331789356871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7150552331789356871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7150552331789356871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7150552331789356871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook-is-phunny.html' title='Facebook is Phunny!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2255911373630276098</id><published>2010-02-08T15:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:44:02.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>Just a little Left to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's no big secret that I'm a Republican. My entire family is Republican. This does not mean that I have to belong to the same political party as the rest of my family. I simply choose to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I consider myself to be well informed with both sides, therefore I simply choose which side I belong to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;While I may in fact be a little bias, that is not to say that if I was wrong about something politcally, I would deny it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's not my point though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My point is that I find it funny when people say there is "no such thing as the liberal media". Really? &lt;em&gt;Really? &lt;/em&gt;There isn't a chance in hell that you could ever get me to believe that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, and my only point for this argument (if you find this to be insubstantial in any way, go ahead try to sway me, but first let's check this out):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin was just bashed by the media for having writing on her hand. So what?&lt;br /&gt;Every politician uses a teleprompter, so if she wasn't able to have one, that makes her a cheater in some way?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me for a minute that you wouldn't get nervous sitting in front of thousands of people trying to make some kind of point.&lt;br /&gt;Would you honestly remember everything? You wouldn't forget a single point that you had to say?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she has the decency to write what she wants to talk about on her hand so she doesn't forget, stumble around, or make up her own words (cough, cough G. Dubya). Have you seen Obama without a teleprompter?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxxxGUeZtno"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxxxGUeZtno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Granted, he corrected himself. I understand that. But seriously? "Breathalyzer?" I wouldn't doubt for a second if that was someone like McCain or Palin the media would've been like hawks on them saying how they misused that word, even if they would've corrected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can see it now. "Palin flubs word, Has Poor Recovery".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want to drag this whole subject on. But I do want to end with one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Obama also made this comment about a corpsman: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNXMAFGXOUA&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNXMAFGXOUA&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He pronounced corpsman as corpse-man. Where was the media coverage on this saying that Obama messed up?&lt;br /&gt;And that came from reading a teleprompter. I wish he would've just made a word because that, in my opinion, is a great insult to the military.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All I'm trying to say is that if you're going to bash one side for reading things or misprouncing things, bash both sides, because both sides did it. I'm not saying that what Obama did was worse that was Palin did or vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think we all forget that politicians and our country's leaders, regardless of the power they hold, are human.&lt;br /&gt;And humans make mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Either come down hard on both sides, or just leave it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get it together media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2255911373630276098?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2255911373630276098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2255911373630276098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2255911373630276098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2255911373630276098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-little-left-to-say.html' title='Just a little Left to say'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8971925973227782111</id><published>2010-02-08T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:54:50.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Bejeezuz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would it be cocky of me to follow myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, I have a better question. Would it surprise anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Once again, not my year in review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe when Dirty Pirate Hookers stop bitching about said review I'll post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's put it this way, at least I have a list all set up for this year in review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last year I had it allll in my head, which didn't exactly qualify for rational thinking, which is why I had to resort to listmaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy lately, what with art classes, thus art projects and what not.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday I'll do it, I know I've said it before, but at least one part will up.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, it'll be multi-parted-review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school again.&lt;br /&gt;10:54.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Update later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8971925973227782111?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8971925973227782111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8971925973227782111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8971925973227782111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8971925973227782111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/holy-bejeezuz.html' title='Holy Bejeezuz!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8637235185401487942</id><published>2010-01-22T15:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:02:19.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote this my sophomore year in my English class.&lt;br /&gt;The assignment was to either read your favorite poem by your favorite poet, or to write your own and read that in front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Kersey said she got goosebumps after I read my poem, and the whole class was quiet after I read it. People who I had never even talked to came up to me and said that they loved it so much. I still think this is one of the best things I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;So here you go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“We Are”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the dreamers of the night.&lt;br /&gt;We are the misfits of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;We are the thinkers of tomorrow’s day.&lt;br /&gt;We are the believers of the unknowing sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the people laughed at for being different.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who laughed right back.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who ignored the cynicism of the world.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who stood believing that&lt;br /&gt;Everything would change into hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who prayed for thunder.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who gambled with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who get disgusted looks.&lt;br /&gt;We are the kids who were never ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who will stand their ground.&lt;br /&gt;We are the kids with the highest regrets&lt;br /&gt;And we hold them in our highest regards.&lt;br /&gt;We are the people that make haunting mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who put ourselves last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the people who gambled our lives away.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who got disgusted looks.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who stayed awake&lt;br /&gt;Listening to everything you had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the people who will always be kids.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who will play all the games.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who will always be incoherently awake&lt;br /&gt;At 4 AM, laughing at the ramblings pouring from our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the hearts that will never stop beating.&lt;br /&gt;We are the souls that will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;We are the spirits that will not be shredded into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;We are the love that lives in every friendship&lt;br /&gt;From day to day, hour to hour, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the pushed, the shoved, the ones kicked when we’re down.&lt;br /&gt;We are the put downs, the let downs, the losers, the freaks.&lt;br /&gt;We are the musicians, the artists, the jocks, and the geeks.&lt;br /&gt;We are the overachievers, the criminals, the drama queens.&lt;br /&gt;We are the punks, the junkies, and the outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;We are we, and that’s all we can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8637235185401487942?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8637235185401487942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8637235185401487942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8637235185401487942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8637235185401487942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are.html' title='We Are...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6644555924715379157</id><published>2010-01-20T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:40:04.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eminem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papa Roach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Fuse's Top 40 of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuse is doing their best of 2009 countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to list it and comment it for all you. Because then you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It should be out in at least 2 weeks. Maybe even next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here you go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;"Down"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Jay Sean ft. Lil' Wayne&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUbpGmR1-QM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUbpGmR1-QM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I actually don't think that this song is that bad. It's catchy. And not incredibly annoying to wake up to in the morning when Fuse plays the shit out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;39.&lt;em&gt; "Obsessed"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDSFSfHcmp0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDSFSfHcmp0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I hate this song. It's stupid and has little to no structure. I don't get why it's so obsessed about, no pun intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now they are interviewing Rihanna. About her beating and swagger. Honestly I don't care if she has a few bruises, I still don't like the majority of her music. We'll see how the rest of this list goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;38. &lt;em&gt;"You Found Me"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;The Fray&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFg_8u87zT0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFg_8u87zT0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I really like this song. While I think the Fray can get annoying, especially after their boring and unimpressive performance at Summerfest, this song is catchy. But I probably only think that because I don't listen to the crap out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;37. &lt;em&gt;"Waking Up in Vegas"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Katy Perry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-pUaogoX5o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-pUaogoX5o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Was this a 2009 song? How come I feel like it was 2008? Oh well no matter. I do think this song should be higher on the list. Some time this year you know you were singing this song or putting it on some kind of musical device. Everyone sings this song, at one point in another. You can't deny that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;36. &lt;em&gt;"Not Meant to Be"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Theory of a Deadman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivu2ktfompc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivu2ktfompc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I really hope that this isn't the only song by Theory of a Deadman on the list. I think they had a kick ass year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest Tours:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Britney Spear's Circus Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Madonna Sticky and Sweet Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-AC/DC Black Ice World Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-U2's 360 Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disappointing Main Stream Crap list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really wish Steven Smith was hosting this countdown. It's kind of not fun to watch without Steven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;35.&lt;em&gt; "Gives You Hell"&lt;/em&gt; by&lt;strong&gt; All American Rejects:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqW9YoL401I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqW9YoL401I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--The thing with AAR and me is that I'll listen to their new stuff and not like it until I actually take time to listen to it, and then it BLOWS MY MIND. Much like this song. I first heard it, hated it. Then I listened to it, it grew on me, and then the video made me laugh really hard, so now, naturally, I love it. Plus Tyson looks dead sexy in that jacket of his. But wasn't this a 2008 song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;34. &lt;em&gt;"Right Round"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Flo Rida:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDweCadTkEw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDweCadTkEw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Don't even get me started on this song. I fucking hate that he took a GREAT 80's song and RUINED it. Fuck. No, don't even get me started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;33. &lt;em&gt;"Uprising"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Muse:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8KQmps-Sog"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8KQmps-Sog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I like Muse. But Twilight makes me a little ashamed to listen to them. I know that sounds weird, and bad, but it is what it is. And all their songs are starting o sound the same. I hate hockey puck rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;32. "Love vs. Money" by &lt;strong&gt;The Dream&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmiE-_3RRB0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmiE-_3RRB0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I really don't see how this could possibly be on the list. I don't even think I've ever heard this song. Seriously? What the fuck is this shit? You know that that shit is complete bull when I can't even find the actually video on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. "Love Hurts" by &lt;strong&gt;Incubus&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxPcmi1U25g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxPcmi1U25g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I enjoy Incubus, but I don't love them. I'm like my uncle is towards me, I'm indifferent towards them. It's a decent song, not excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Jesus! They finally have Steven Smith! Wow, glad they don't suck 100% anymore. He's talking with Green Day, and I find the man to be so wonderful that I honestly don't care about Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;em&gt;"Knock You Down"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Keri Hilson ft. Kanye West and Neo&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_RqWocthcc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_RqWocthcc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Five words: I fucking hate this song. I don't think a song has annoyed me more since the Darkness. It actually makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was NOT the year of Kanye, but at least they showed Obama calling him a jackass, as well as Dave Grohl from the Foo Fighters calling him a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;em&gt;"Heartless"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Kanye West&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Co0tTeuUVhU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Co0tTeuUVhU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I just want to hear what his real voice sounded like. Can I say something without you shooting me? Kanye did NOT have the best video ever made. (If you understoof that, Kudos.) Other than that do I really have to say that I dislike this song? Because it seems like this list is just getting redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;em&gt;"Don't Trust Me"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;30h!3&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdB3Oyd5HtU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdB3Oyd5HtU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I like 3oh!3, they're sassy and they make me laugh, but they couldn't have overplayed a song more. Sadly, I don't think they have staying power, but we'll see. I just wish their live show was better. I have to entertain myself by dancing stupidly.Honestly, after all the past videos and songs though, this is a major improvement and I do believe it deserves to be on the list. Though it was a HUGE song, and it should probably be higher on the list because last year (2008) no one even knew who 30h!3 was, even though I know for a fact that this was a 2008 song when it first got big. But other than their live show, they've never given me a reason to not respect that they just like being idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY! Biggest festivals:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday's Matt Rubano (haha I love him) on Bamboozle in less than 30 seconds: "Dirty, sweaty, cold, rainy, tons of bands, lots of fun, people coming from New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, and other states in the country to celebrate and enjoy the beauty and wonder that is music in the world today."&lt;br /&gt;-Bamboozle&lt;br /&gt;-Bonaroo&lt;br /&gt;-The Van's Warped Tour 15 Year Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;-Lollapolooza&lt;br /&gt;-Voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that list. Now, back to the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;"Dead and Gone"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;T.I. ft. Justin Timberlake:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdB3Oyd5HtU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdB3Oyd5HtU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I don't know, I guess their could be worse songs. I like J.T. so it's not bad. and T.I. is growing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;em&gt;"Do What You Do"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Mudvayne&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByQxAe88eTc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByQxAe88eTc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have a soft spot for Mudvayne. Good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;em&gt;"Indestructable"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Disturbed&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWxBrI0g1kE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWxBrI0g1kE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It's like they were listening to my comments on how much I hate Fuse for being so shitty, and they decided to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;"Panic Switch"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Silversun Pickups&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFFGguX2SZM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFFGguX2SZM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--KFH:SLDFH:LSDFHS:LDFH:LADSH!!!! Just freaked out a bit. I loooooooooooooooove this song. The Silversun Pickups could do no wrong in my eyes. And the video making me feel like I'm tripping on acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;"Feel Good Drag"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Anberlin&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4sqFmSqrSc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4sqFmSqrSc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--Anberlin....Lord thank you for FINALLY IMPROVING THIS LIST. Fucking love Anberlin. They could sing me the phonebook and I would smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bands Reunited:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BLINK 182 :] :]&lt;br /&gt;-No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;-Jane's Addiction&lt;br /&gt;-Alice in Chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;em&gt;"You Belong with Me"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuNIsY6JdUw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuNIsY6JdUw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I'm pretty sure the only reason I like this song is because when I was making the Warped Tour shirts, the N was pretty much playing on repeat. And I liked the video, it's a catchy tune, I'm not going to lie. And I love how she gets like the hottest guys ever in her videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;em&gt; "Someone like You"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuNIsY6JdUw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuNIsY6JdUw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Kings of Leon can go fuck themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;"Sober"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;P!nk&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7xWOA8iLJg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7xWOA8iLJg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--P!nk is pretty badass, but I prefer her faster more jumpy songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;"If Today was Your Last Day"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Nickelback&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvxVNGdwVwk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvxVNGdwVwk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--This song reminds me of another song....OH YEAH! Every other Nickelback song that I've ever heard. It's okay though. I like the lyrics to this song. It's not their fault either. If they haven't figured out their consistent consistency by now, they never will. Looks like I'll have to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;"All Nightmare Long"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Metallica&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU-T80HBltA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU-T80HBltA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Metallica lost it a long time ago. But I appreciate their attempts to believe that they can still make an impact on music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! The cast of Twilight. Kristen Stewart is the most awkward person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;"Halo"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnVUHWCynig"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnVUHWCynig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--So apparently Beyonce says 'halo' 69 times. I care this much. :l Because I think I hate that songs more than that Keri Hilson song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;"Blame It (on the Alcohol)"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Jamie Foxx ft. T-Pain&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfjtpp90lu8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfjtpp90lu8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--What...is this song about babies with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome? If not, it makes me want to punch babies. Just &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;"Day 'N' Nite"&lt;/em&gt; by&lt;strong&gt; Kid Cudi&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSWrepLjTKc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSWrepLjTKc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The only reason Kid Cudi gets props is because he has Travis Barker in his video. Otherwise...he can go fuck himself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;"No Surprise"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Daughtry&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt45JNMa_s0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt45JNMa_s0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It makes sense that the dude from Nickelback co-wrote this song. Someone tell Chris Daughtry that we already have Nickelback copying their own sound. Lord knows we don't need another Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;"Boom Boom Pow"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;The Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4m48GqaOz90"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4m48GqaOz90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I've always liked the Black Eyed Peas. And they had quite the come back this year. Kudos to them. I have nothing bad to say about them because compared to the rest of this list, the Black Eyed Peas are golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;"Audience of One"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Rise Against&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGw8mWrzp5Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGw8mWrzp5Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I've never made it a secret that I'm not Rise Against's biggest fan. But I don't hate them, they have their moments. I just think they are way overrated. But this song isn't so bad. I really like it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;"Dead Memories" &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Slipknot&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kP5PqJpk5lQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kP5PqJpk5lQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Slipknot creeps me out. But at the same time they fascinate me. I don't know. I like it. But I just can't watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;"My Life Would Suck without You"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRM70Jw7F4M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRM70Jw7F4M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My life would suck without Kelly Clarkson. Yep. True story. And I'm not ashamed of that fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music fueds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Noel VS. Liam Gallagher--funniest fucking thing in the world "I've only tried to kill my brother once!"&lt;br /&gt;-Katy Perry VS. Lilly Allen--I don't like British people, this is true. But Allen FTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;"Know Your Enemy"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Green Day&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGiK3QPOuDI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGiK3QPOuDI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I think Green Day likes to talk out of their ass a lot. However, this song has the coolest beat in the beginning of the song. Otherwise the song is decent at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;"Run This Town"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Jay-Z, Kanye West, and Rhianna&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVA-xTBeHyM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVA-xTBeHyM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sounds like their killing ducks in the beginning of the video, and I guess some people like that sort of thing. I do have to say this song and video is pretty epic. I have no idea why, usually it would annoy the shit out of me, but it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest Albums of 09:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lady Gaga: The Fame&lt;br /&gt;-Jay-Z: The Bluepring III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Eminem: Relapse&lt;br /&gt;-Susan Boyle: I Dreamed a Dream&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Jackson Number Ones (biggest album of 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;"Sound of Madness"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Shinedown&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGt-8adyabk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGt-8adyabk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I think there was a bigger Shinedown song in 2009, but I guess at least one song was good. I like it, don't get me wrong, but it just seems backwards to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;"New Divide"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysSxxIqKNN0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysSxxIqKNN0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--1) I think this is one of the coolest, most kick ass videos of all time. 2) I love Linkin Park. 3) This song is beyond kick ass. 4) It's in the Revenge of the Fallen soundtrack, and there is not a more perfect band to have the main song in both Transformers movies. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;"Pokerface"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_de3C3Pkb8Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_de3C3Pkb8Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It was expected she was going to be on the list. I still don't like it. She talks about her "muffin" in this song. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. And it still bothers me that she wears a wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;"3 A.M."&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Eminem&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HO9Vsw7a9I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HO9Vsw7a9I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--This song is about Eminem portraying himself as a serial killer. Which is so fucked up and creepy. It reminds me of a circus. I'm not too jazzed abou that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;"Ignorance"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OH9A6tn_P6g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OH9A6tn_P6g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I haven't given new Paramore a chance yet, but it kind of annoys me. I honestly have no idea why. I think this song is about her relationship with Josh Farro (guitarist), and that makes me sad. That's gotta make for some awkward band moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;"Lifeline"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Papa Roach&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmZNNzDUCgk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmZNNzDUCgk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Thank God! If this wouldn't have been on the list I would've been severely disappointed. Papa Roach is my guilty pleasure and it doesn't get much better than this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;"Circus"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVhJ_A8XUgc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVhJ_A8XUgc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have nothing against Britney...but out of all the songs in the year....just why this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Way to suck the big one, Fuse.&lt;br /&gt;"I Gotta Feeling" wasn't even on the list! Let's face it. It deserves to be there. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuse has officially disappointed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone tell Britney Spears that her dance moves are so 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm getting the VH1 up here, and because I'm still working on mine, this mine will be up in a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's going to be multiple parts, I'm not sure how many yet. Definitely 3. Maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;Later daze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6644555924715379157?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6644555924715379157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6644555924715379157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6644555924715379157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6644555924715379157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuses-top-40-of-2009.html' title='Fuse&apos;s Top 40 of 2009'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6406274834367133953</id><published>2010-01-20T12:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:34:32.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look.</title><content type='html'>New year. New look.&lt;br /&gt;No more broken promises on postings. Still working on the Best of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it out by the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can punch me in the throat.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you like the new colors.&lt;br /&gt;If you hate it, suggest new colors. I don't have a whole lot of choices on layouts.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make my own.&lt;br /&gt;I like this layout, but the colors are still a little iffy like jiffy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeMMe KNoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6406274834367133953?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6406274834367133953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6406274834367133953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6406274834367133953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6406274834367133953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-look.html' title='New Look.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-824496135946265206</id><published>2009-12-19T13:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:37:12.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since when has religion become as political as politics itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It seems everywhere I go nowadays, there's people arguing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, I hate that people use religion as an outlet of debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You have your Christians, Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Atheists, Agnostics, etc., etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you label yourself in terms of religion is in no way a debatable subject. It's a belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why does everyone feel it's necessary to put down what everyone else believes in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now yes this is a segway into a way more personal subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am a Christian. I take pride in that fact. It comforts me knowing that Jesus died for my sins and that I will go to heaven when I die and that God is with me every day, every minute, and every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If your beliefs are different than mine, even though I know that the Bible tells me to preach Christianity to those who don't follow God, I'm not going to shove my beliefs down your throat. In fact, I'll do the opposite. I'll let you know what I believe in, and then I will accept your beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so sick of being labeled as a self-righteous Christian. Someone who sits around all day looking down on people who don't believe in what I believe in. I hate it when people say "Oh, that's right you're not going to listen because you're a Christian." or "You probably won't be friends with me because you're a Christian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate that I have to go to school everyday and walk on eggshells just because I believe in God and the majority of my friends do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate that fact that I get labeled as a judgemental person because I'm a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;And here's my main target, the big kicker: I hate that my friends who are Atheists look down on me because I believe in a higher being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not just any higher being. God. My God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I respect other religions. I respect people who don't believe in religion. I respect people who thinks something is out there but they aren't quite sure what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't respect the fact that whenever religion comes up in conversation I have to "prove" things.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that some of my friends told me that the Bible--my basis around my faith, the book that has guided me through all of my life--that the Bible is FICTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who are you to judge what I believe is fact or fiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who are you to tell me that what I believe in isn't worth it because I have no historical proof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Atheists are constantly getting offended by Christian allusions, God being in the Pledge of Allegiance, "Merry Christmas", and so much more, but do they ever stop to consider that what they are saying offends people who do believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anytime someone posts anything praising God on Facebook or Myspace, everyone who disagrees with God's existence has to go on there and comment it, defile it, shoot it down, and get offended by it because it was posted in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet, when my friends who are Atheists take polls on Facebook that say things like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate god?( ) Yes( ) Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't care if that was meant to be a joke, I find it to be offensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What gives you the right to say that I'm offensive by posting things about God on my Facebook when you can do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How is that fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How is it rude when I post something about God or what I believe in and it's not rude when you attack me for believing in that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's my belief:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't believe that God exists. I know that God exists. No one can tell me differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't need reason or fact to know that God is there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So how dare you tell me that what I believe in is wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've held my tongue for long enough. I haven't said anything to the fact that I believe you to be the ones who are wrong. You're the one judging me, not the other way around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not playing the victim here. I'm just sick of being chastized for actually having the capacity in my heart to believe in something without straight up facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-824496135946265206?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/824496135946265206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=824496135946265206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/824496135946265206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/824496135946265206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s My Life'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8844702861677098517</id><published>2009-12-12T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:56:29.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob Lillian is the greatest ladie&apos;s man in all the land'/><title type='text'>oh you big lug</title><content type='html'>J. Lil. I just realized that you commented on this way back in October.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;You're a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you get some soon.&lt;br /&gt;I say that from the absolute bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You're getting that gong.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;See this is just one of the reasons that you're high on my speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll dedicate posts to you as well. Not just Nedness.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you're really keeping tabs.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gators.&lt;br /&gt;ew Rihanna is taking over Fuse on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennnnnnnay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8844702861677098517?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8844702861677098517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8844702861677098517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8844702861677098517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2929698298253478351?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2929698298253478351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2929698298253478351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2929698298253478351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2929698298253478351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-is-bothering-me.html' title='Something is bothering me:'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-3511747078294560975</id><published>2009-12-06T21:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:37:06.623-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August Burns Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Force 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carthage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Springsteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trans Siberian Orchestra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Rocket to the Moon'/><title type='text'>Baby I've Got Nothing to Lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really despise people with inferiority complexes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People who think that they are better than everyone else just because of their views, intelligence, looks...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's really been getting to me later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I swear to God it makes me wants to punch a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And these are the kinds of people who won't acknowledge that they are unbearable to be around because they think they are God's gift to humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pisses me off, let me tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean, fuck, I'm narcissistic, but I'm not that bad am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really want it to snow. OH MAN, I really want it to snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm actually really disappointed in myself at the lack of updates on this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm gonna try being more reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This year, I'm definitely going to have a BEST OF 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Swear. If I don't, you can punch my first child when I have it....years to come, but that promise will stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a lot of Christmas presents to make for people. Considering I'm making all my presents this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or at least most of them. Hopefully they turn out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's mostly because I'm broke. No money whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that's because I don't have a job, which I'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get a job this year because I have scholarships, the ACT, class stuff for Carthage, and a video that I have to make for my aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's kay, homemade presents are more meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do have to buy a sketchbook for one of my presents though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing an entire birthday week for Val this year. hahaa, it should be swell/.&lt;br /&gt;I got the whole thing planned out already, which makes me laugh with giddy excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been really good lately. Really happy. No one has really been bothering me except for that thing up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The thing that was pissing me off, well I learned how to fix that on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's working so far, but we'll see how long that works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been really into the Maine and A Rocket to the Moon lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never really cared for ARTTM, but then I listened to some of their newer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT. Massive improvement. I mean, once Nick Santino decided to add an actual band to back him rather than just have himself, too much auto-tune and a drum machine, they are almost incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've also been looking into Christmas music too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course Trans-Siberian Orchestra is great for Christmas music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My all time favorite Christmas song is "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amazing, my Christmas just isn't the same without listening to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Family Force 5 just put out a Christmas CD. I like, but I don't love it. It'll probably grow on me so I do love it.  The general reception appears to be mixed, so I'll let you be the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm kind of getting sick of the hip-hop dancy stuff the Family does. I kind of just wish they would go back to what they were like when they did "Business Up Front, Party in the Back", more raw, you know? They have a new CD coming out next year sometime, so we'll see what that sounds like. Also I'd like to wish Phatty aka Joshua Olds from the Family a speedy recovery. He's in my prayers. (in the hospital...something wrong with his kidneys.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Relient K also has a good Christmas CD. Plus I love the title. "Let it Snow Baby....Let it Reindeer."&lt;br /&gt;Makes me laugh everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Maine has a good Christmas, and August Burns Red has the most INSANE version of "Carol of the Bells" that I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;That song made my jaw drop. Shit was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think this is pretty substantial. Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be posting a whole lot more from now on so keep checking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Later gator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jennnnnni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-3511747078294560975?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3511747078294560975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=3511747078294560975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3511747078294560975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3511747078294560975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-ive-got-nothing-to-lose.html' title='Baby I&apos;ve Got Nothing to Lose'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8450757901153116156</id><published>2009-11-30T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:17:30.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear...&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do a new one of these like every 6 months...but I liked what Katie did, so I'm going to kind of do that... (all of them are different people, except 14, which is just something I needed to get off of my chest. its addressed to many different people, some of whom are already mentioned.) (35 is also plural.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Picturing a life without you in my future is almost unbearably painful. You've helped me so much, for so long. We've gotten to where we are today because of each other. I don't think you know how grateful I am to have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You are the very reason why I am alive in this world. I like hanging out with you more than most of my friends. When I think of leaving you or you getting really sick, I get this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and I try not to think about it or it'll make me sad. I appreciate everything you do for me so much, I don't even think I can put it in words. You are the greatest person I know hands down, and I believe that you should be a saint or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They say that there are certain friends you meet that you instantly click with and it's like you're meant to be friends. I think that's us. It's really fucking stupid though that we were both idiots. I'm just glad we're getting back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't know why or when I started talking to you in class, but I guess I just did. A few instant messages, pies, and times we've hung out just seemed to make us friends. Honestly, I used to think that hanging out with you was a little awkward and weird, but now when we hang out, it feels like I've known you for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sometimes, I feel like you're really irritated with me because, let's face it--I can be really annoying and obnoxious. But then I say something and it's like I'm the only one who can pull you out of good mood. That makes me feel good about myself, and I love that I can tell you that someone is bothering me and I don't know why they are bothering me and you can understand right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I think people need to give you a little more credit that they do. I don't think you're stupid, I don't think you smoke so much pot that your brain is fried. I think you're a great person with an amazing sense of humor who knows how to carry a meaningful conversation. It really annoys me when people laugh at you in class because they think you're purposely doing something to be funny, when you aren't. It's rude and I'm going to call people out on it from now on because you're my friend, and I know it makes you feel really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I love you, you're a good person, but if I saw you right at this moment, I would smack you so hard that you wouldn't be able to think straight. Not that you can do it 100% right now anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I don't know you anymore, at least not when you're trying to fit in. You change when you're not hanging out with me, and I think you even know that. I think you know that you can actually be yourself around me. One of these days I'm going to tell you that. I keep hinting at it, but I've never actually gotten around to saying it straight forward. But--if you're ever an asshole to me in front of them, I swear to God I will humiliate you and never talk to you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I always thought there was something really off about you, but I never got to put my finger on it. You're an asshole, not necessarily to me, but to my friends. But that's reason enough to call you out on it. You should be glad that I'm never around when these things happen. But one day I will be, and maybe then you'll stop thinking that you're the coolest person around...(you're not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I saw you as a really nice person until recently. Now I just can't even fathom to understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I've said it before, I think you're a really nice person. But I won't trust you as far as I can throw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) You think too much, and lately you've been quite the asshole. You need to chill out. You need to put things in perspective and ask yourself "What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck am I thinking?" and then you have to figure out what you want. It may take awhile, but at least you're doing something productive to figure out your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I don't understand sometimes how you're so mean towards me. You yell at me like I do stuff wrong, but then the next day we'll be goofing around and acting like two year olds. I know what part of the problem is, but then it gets me to thinking if you're really that shallow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I'm going to do it. Watch me. I'm going to be a marvel, a legend. I'm going to beat the odds, do what I want, what I dream of doing. I'm tired of trying to convince you that I am capable of this. I know I can do it, and I know I am destined to do it. Even if I fail and it forces me to say "welcome to walmart" for the rest of my life, I know that I'll love my life because I tried to do what I DREAMED of doing in my life. I only have one life. And I'm not going to waste it doing something I don't want to do just so I have security. I know I'm thinking like a child right now, but maybe that's what you need to do. Step into your inner kid and just TRY to see it from my point of view...Sort of makes your heart stop a little with excitement doesn't it? I wouldn't be going for this if I didn't believe that I can be the person who gets through. Sure it's going to be hard, but someone's got to be able to do it, otherwise it would be impossible. And nothing, in my eyes, is impossible. If I have to, I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that this is the right path for me. I know there'll be disagreements in the pathway, but I just want you to know that I hear you when you tell me you're point of view with this whole thing. I hear you loud and clear, and I understand completely, 100% where you are coming from. I am just begging you to truly, 100% see where I am coming from too. I know that if you could, your doubts would be much less like mine are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I really wish and pray that soon God will just let you die so you don't have to suffere anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If I wrote in to postsecret.com, most of my secrets would be about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I live for your criticism. The way you get so upset just on how I dress makes me almost happy. But I love you, and I'm sorry I'm a little disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I really can't stand you. You make my mom feel like crap, you control my grandparents, and are a horrible parent. One day, I hope I'll get some guts and stand up to you, even though I am well aware that it'll blow right up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) You're quiet and shy but when people get to know you, you honestly have such a big personality that I don't even see you that way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) You're almost as indecisive as I am. Wait no, you're probably worse, and that makes me worry about you sometimes. But I know that's silly because out of everyone I know, I like to think you can handle yourself the best. Look how you grew up with! That takes a lot of balls, and you have them to even stand up to them a little bit. Kudos to you. Don't ever let anyone call you a heartless bitch, because you certainly aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Everytime I look at you, you look so sad, and then it makes me sad. You're such a great person, I don't understand how you don't see that, and how you could be so co-dependent on one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) You are one of the funniest people I know, and are a great person for putting up with me and my family. I think you enjoy our quirkiness a little too much. And I know for a fact it rubs off on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I think that out of all of my friends, I could not see you for 3 months, miss you, but not terribly, and then the next time we see each other, we can pick up where we left off being extremely immature and not caring about who looks at us strange. Some of my best times have been with you, and I thank you for bringing out a side of me that is so incredibly obnoxious and immature, its only tolerable for a few people (like my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Thank you for accepting my questions games and weirdness as I run through stores and parking lots and yell at pay phones because I can't get them to work. I think we should hang out more, and I'll make a point of trying to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Sometimes it makes me laugh at how similar we our, considering mainly just one thing and then for some reason everything else appears to be the same as well. It's just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I really wish you could just learn to drop stupid little grudges, because its not worth it. Life is too short to bull shit around, and I could probably see you a lot more if that whole fiasco hadn't gone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) You go like best friends like I go through bottles of Simply Apple Juice. Most of the time it makes me thankful that we were never that close, even though I think you're fun and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) I really wish you could just ignore everyone and learn to accept yourself for who you are. You say that you just wish you could be yourself and that you can't because people won't accept you, when in reality, we can't TRULY accept you until you just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Sure, I miss you, but I really don't think it matters. I don't think you feel the same way. Therefore, I don't think we'll probably ever see each other or hang out ever again. Cheers, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) I have so much faith in you, but then you go and fuck it up. I just wish you could see why everyone views you the way they do. Actually you probably do, but just don't care, and that's not how someone like you can go through like and make it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) I really despise you sometimes for reasons I can both admit and not admit. To admit, you just seem fake. You've talked about me before, what would stop you from doing it again? For the other reasons, well if you ever figure this out, maybe we could yell at each other about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) I worry about you and what would happen if you're ever single again because I think you depend on people way too much. We're close but not that close, to the point where I don't know who would come to your rescue to pick up the pieces because you block most people out to focus on your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) You push your problems on everyone else way too much and then you expect us all to listen and feel sympathy, when really you're just a really big bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) You are the nicest person in high school that I know. You always watch out for me and seem to know whenever I am up to no good. It's like you have super-Jenni radar. Impressive, I should learn how to disarm that. Or maybe not, you usually let me do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) I miss you guys, you were so good for him. I wish we could all hang out like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) You're so funny but I always feel like its a bit of a facade. There's nothing wrong with that...in retrospect we all put up a facade. If it counts, I like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) I love how you flock to me in class, and then we're giggling because we're either too tired to function or we are just saying really, really stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) I always though that I was the only person who had the ability to sound really intelligent and really stupid at the same exact time, but then I met you and it's been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) I hate you, and some days I don't even know why. I think its mainly just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Some of our conversations are crazy, but hilarious. I enjoy them and am usually sad when they have to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Some days when I see you I feel like being nice to you, but something literally stops me. I can't really explain it. And when I say being nice to you, I just mean helpful. We will never be friends again, you're too fucking depressing to be around. Mainly because of you, I refer to my freshmen year as the Dark Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) You are incredibly crazy, and when I see you I usually laugh because you're talking sarcastic or 1000 miles per hour and I can't even begin to keep up. However, I don't think I can see you that often, I think how often we see each other now (which I know isn't much) is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) You are not God's gift to women like you think you are. Most days I cross my fingers someone will take care of making you infertile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. So explanation. I made this on myspace in May.  Each one describes someone in my life.....I'm posting in on here because I don't remember half of those people. And I think it's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alrighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lame, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Later days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8450757901153116156?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8450757901153116156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8450757901153116156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8450757901153116156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8450757901153116156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/showa.html' title='Showa'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5050815570024937310</id><published>2009-11-30T20:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:35:12.827-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiodos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholarships'/><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Holy Crap! It's been a long ass time since I updated last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am really sorry about that. I should get better at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today's post is for a scholarship for Carthage that I'm writing for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The prompt was "evaluate how a significant experience or achievement in your life has helped shape who you are today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe that one particular moment in your life does not define you completely, but rather every important event that happens to you but rather every important event that happens to you builds up in shared experiences to define who you are. Looking back on life, I have come to the conclusion that my life has revolved around three things: swimming, school, and music. While I have had my share of achievements in swimming and school, I feel like the most significant experience in my life cannot be defined by either of those things.  I know this is unconventional, but I cannot think of anything that more effectively describes my growth as a person.  I have been going to concerts since I was fourteen.  However, one concert sticks out more than the others. It happened this past summer at the Vans Warped Tour.  I was running on no sleep at that day, yet I was determined to see one of my favorite bands, Chiodos, and participate in what is called the “wall of death”.  The wall of death consists of a band splitting the crowd so that there is a giant circle and when the next song starts, people run into the circle at all directions.  Going to Warped Tour, I knew that Craig Owens and Chiodos were going to do a wall of death during their set.  I told all my friends that I was going to do it, and I did it without hesitation.  It was the greatest adrenaline rush I had ever had in my life.  Some may call it crazy or stupid, others may blame it on lack of sleep, but I attribute it to my growth as a person.  I know it may sound weird, but the wall of death was one of the first things I did without hesitation and without fear.  I gathered up the courage and followed through with something that I told myself I would do without backing out.  I believe that in that particular moment, I showed myself that I was capable of determination and following through on things without fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay that was it.  It's not done.  I need to revise it.  I also need to shorten it.  It's long by about a hundred years.  I may need to clear up things as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you think that's at least a good start, or even a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the prompt and that just came to me.  I wanted to write about something more unique than state swim cuts or spelling bee awards.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5050815570024937310?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5050815570024937310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5050815570024937310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5050815570024937310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5050815570024937310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5948459833258318433</id><published>2009-10-08T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:27:27.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokio Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hasselhoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norma Jean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flo Rida'/><title type='text'>Guten Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At school again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's "dress to impress" day at school today. I decided to be classy and wear my classy Norma Jean tuxedo shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It says "Dressed Up to Get Messed Up". My mom made me wear a sweatshirt because she didn't want me to get in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's sensible I suppose, the cop at my school would probably get all up in arms about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday apparently they arrested some kid because he threw a shit fit about having to go home and change out of his "Bud Light" pajama pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think that's pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had an epiphany today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was looking at some kid in my AP Stats class and he was wearing a University of Florida shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First time I was reading it, I was like cool, cool. But then I read it again and I was like "University of Flo Rida"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Either I'm a genius or an idiot. It hasn't been confirmed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But Flo Rida is the true idiot if that's where he got his name from, and I'm definitely thinking that's where he got it from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tomorrow is the pep rally and me and Keri have yet to finish out GNHS banner for the homecoming parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We are drawing The Hoff and Bill Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel. Because they are GERMAN SUPERSTARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Warum? Well, that's a question that will probably remain unanswered for centuries to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just remember though, DON'T HASSLE THE HOFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've decided that I'm inventing a tshirt that has a pillow built into the sleeve right where you put your head when you try to sleep in class so that when you wake up, your face doesn't hurt because it was laying on your fibula. The pillow will be comfortable to lay on but small enough so that teacher's don't know. You can also move the pillow in case you move where you put your head on your arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Genius right? Well I guess it's been confirmed then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The overall consensus is that I should really do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yep, hopefully someone hasn't beat me to it....stupid bastards. IT'S MY IDEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alright, like 5 minutes left in class, and I should really be working on the banner, yet I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5948459833258318433?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5948459833258318433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5948459833258318433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5948459833258318433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5948459833258318433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/guten-tag.html' title='Guten Tag!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6258411713200589680</id><published>2009-10-02T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:29:49.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freud.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Hundred Years of Solitude'/><title type='text'>At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm typing this at school. I know what you're tinking.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well it kind of is, considering when I first started this, it was not allowed, and in other words blocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This school has a serious inferiority complex with blocking websites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't reall understand why, but it just does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just like no cell phones are allowed at school, which makes me freak out when I forget to put my phone on silent and it's sitting in my locker, even though I swear to God, I thought that I put it on silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today my Econ teacher was singing the TMNT theme song and I got it stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay, just the idea of a teacher actually singing the TMNT theme song is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TURTLE POWER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had to watch a documentary on Walmart in my Econ class, which was interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fell asleep, but not before deciding that SAM WALTON IS A COMMIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have two classes left after this one, and then it's the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am 8 chapters behind in my world lit class book: A Hundred Years of Solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gag me please. That book makes me want to go into solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In 8th grade, my teacher wanted to challenge me to read that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really didn't understand a lot of it and got really confused and blocked it out of my memory entirely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which is actually a term I learned in Psych last year that I should know but I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Uhm. Repression?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I think that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank's Freud for that. And I never EVER thought I would ever find myself saying that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I get home, I have to finish filling out my college apps.&lt;br /&gt;Which is something I'm making way to difficult for myself, but that shouldn't surprise anyone, considering it's me and that's what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to go to Carthage college really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alrighty then. Class is almost over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should log off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ring the Bell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6258411713200589680?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6258411713200589680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6258411713200589680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6258411713200589680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6258411713200589680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-school.html' title='At School'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4222181019881215202</id><published>2009-10-01T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:58:40.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo-Nedness Ka-chingalingadingdong is better than you'/><title type='text'>Just A Clarification</title><content type='html'>Nedness is one of my favorite people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;When I make fun of her and her epilepsy, I never mean it and the only reason I do it is because I can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this because I feel like some people just don't understand why I'm so "mean" to Monica.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, if Monica can't laugh at me poking fun at her seizures, then what fun is there in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love the girl, and I probably wouldn't have made it through freshmen year without her because that year I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;She's the Wilson to my House.&lt;br /&gt;The Jim to my Dwight. (That one could go either way, but I put that their for her benefit...:])&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Wilson, I love ya, and I wouldn't say those things if I truly thought them.&lt;br /&gt;But you know that.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're like the only one who still reads this and checks on it on a dailyish basis, you get more posts dedicated to you than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really do think your epilepsy bracelet in your senior pictures are pretty, and I'll let you know if I need help with my senior pictures. By the way, I'm making you a real kick ass Christmas present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4222181019881215202?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4222181019881215202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4222181019881215202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4222181019881215202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4222181019881215202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-clarification.html' title='Just A Clarification'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4349018516194620369</id><published>2009-09-21T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:15:14.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roald Dahl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shel Silverstein'/><title type='text'>Hours Pass and She Still Counts the Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So this week at school I learned that Spaz is no longer blocked on the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha, this could make for an interesting school year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading my Shel Silverstein books lately.&lt;br /&gt;I love his poetry, and there's nothing that makes me more content that curling up and giggling at his wacky poetry and adorable drawings.&lt;br /&gt;He's like the Roald Dahl of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;and I adore Roald Dahl. The Twits will always remain to be one of my favorite books to this day.&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget about the BFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be typing a paper for World Lit, but I really don't want to right now, so I'm getting other things done on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you what I'm looking ahead to posting on here:&lt;br /&gt;-a short story I've been writing. when it's done, it'll be going on here first, since I'm typing it on here.&lt;br /&gt;-CD reviews. I have a lot of them. I did a bunch up north, so that should be about 10 posts. I'll try posting them whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;-random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop planning on what I post on here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a video thing from pictures and videos of the summer. I know it's almost October, but better late than never, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well have a good day. This probably won't be the only thing I post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”--Shel Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4349018516194620369?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4349018516194620369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4349018516194620369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4349018516194620369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4349018516194620369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/hours-pass-and-she-still-counts-minutes.html' title='Hours Pass and She Still Counts the Minutes'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5197329144635037866</id><published>2009-09-18T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:02:12.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember the Titans'/><title type='text'>Be Yourself Be Youuurseeeeeeellllfffff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've come to realize that it is so easy to defeat yourself because of what people say about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But tell me something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why is it so easy to listen to what these people say when you know that it's not true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can't you just stand back and laugh at what they are saying about you rather than they laugh at knowing that what they are saying to you and about you is getting to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know that you're the better person, and yet by feeding into their bullshit, it makes you look like the jackass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some words of wisdom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Never change who you are or what you stand for just because people ridicule you for being a little bit different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Stand by your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Stand by the people who stand by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just do me a favor and keep that in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And watch Remember the Titans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gary and Julius have some legit guy love for reals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your favorite person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5197329144635037866?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5197329144635037866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5197329144635037866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5197329144635037866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5197329144635037866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-yourself-be-youuurseeeeeeellllfffff.html' title='Be Yourself Be Youuurseeeeeeellllfffff'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5208765355980558925</id><published>2009-09-11T12:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:52:00.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Foster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink 182'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit the Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Eyed Peas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bay City Rollers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobra Starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiodos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day To Remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Time Low'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Corporate'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Summer Songs</title><content type='html'>Same shit, different day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, so I'm supposed to go the beach today with some friends, but it's all rainy any cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just not in a beach going mood, or maybe I will be when they call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AH. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm in a really bad mood, I have been for awhile. And I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I'm going to try cheering myself up by redoing my playlist on myspace to the 10 songs that describe my summer of 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I might as well, the summer is almost over, which is a major bummer, though I am a senior this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wow, it blows my mind that I've had this since I was a sophmore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Perfect 10 for Summer 2009:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;"The Words 'Best Friend' Become Redefined"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Chiodos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;Three words: WALL OF DEATH. After watching the Scranton Warped Tour Wall of Death video, I listened this song constantly knowing that Chiodos would use the same song at Milwaukee Warped. I was so pumped for the Wall of Death all fucking summer, and it did NOT disappoint. I've never felt such an adrenaline rush. It's also on the list because Chiodos is basically my summer listening band. Every summer I listen to one band CONSTANTLY, and this summer Chiodos comes up as the winner. Not to mention the new "Craig Owens" epidemic that has taken over my household and some other people....hahaha. Excellent man, excellent band, excellent song. If only my Warped Tour shirts said "I LOVE YOU CRAIG OWENS!" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvYLQM_fMMw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvYLQM_fMMw&lt;/a&gt; (warning: it's kind of strobey looking coughcoughwilsoncoughcough since you're the only one that reads this.) And here's a wall of death video from Scranton's 09 Warped Tour: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1azVHSCWSU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1azVHSCWSU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;"Body Bag"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Hit the Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list:&lt;/strong&gt; First off, if I could hang out with any band, it'd be Hit the Lights. Great guys who make great music. They want me to make them tshirts, which boosts my self-esteem. And Omar looks like Justin Pierre, and acts just like him, which ups their coolness to a whole new level, especially because he took it as a compliment. Besides the fact that they are just all around good guys, I love HTL, and I could listen to them any day when I'm just not exactly sure what to listen to. Never disappointed to listen to them, and I don't think I'll ever get sick of them. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuPvnF6f0yg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuPvnF6f0yg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3.&lt;em&gt; "Saturday Night"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Bay City Rollers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why It's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;Why the hell wouldn't it be on the list?! It's S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y-NIGHT! I can't even begin to tell you the number of times I have jumped around my kitched, clapped along in a car, and shouted the lyrics to the heavens over this summer. To anyone else, it might be embarassing, but certainly not to me. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBn2ux5vRHk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBn2ux5vRHk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;"Rock Show"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;blink 182&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;I have to admit, to just choose one blink song was hard. Blink was a big part of my summer. Main reason #1: I got to see them live after loving them all these years, and it was honestly the best concert I have ever been to. I could probably put 10 different blink songs on this list, but that wouldn't be 100% accurate. So after thinking about it, it came down to 3 songs: "I Miss You", "Anthem Part Deux", and "Rock Show". (of course, they might show up on this list one more time...OH! dramatic foreshadowing.) But this song sticks out because of one reason: my mom. After this summer, it has been decided that this is my mom's new theme song. She's a band slut. ahhaha. From hugging Craig to bending over the table talking to Hit the Lights, there wouldn't be any better song. Which is why I thought of it when blink 182 played it at their show. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxhl-xV0UOs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxhl-xV0UOs&lt;/a&gt;  (and here's a video of it from the blink concert August 4th: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_1vo4D4xoc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_1vo4D4xoc&lt;/a&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;"Swim" &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Jack's Mannequin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;So, I swear I'm not dwelling on this. You all know the artwork shebang for this video. Well, I thought that the video would be hard to watch, but since it came out in July, it's a beautiful video, and I love it, and I'm almost glad that my stuff didn't get into it (lies....), but in any case it's probably my favorite video this summer. Plus what would a list of music be for me that didn't have Andrew in it? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sA8PaIw5gcE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sA8PaIw5gcE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;"Watch the Sky"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Something Corporate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list:&lt;/strong&gt; Summerfest: July 4th, 2009. Not only was I not supposed to go to the concert, yet due to an amazing brother got tickets anyways, but Andrew also played one of my favorite SoCo songs, which caused me to be 1) extremely happy, probably one of the happiest moments of my life and 2) utterly speechless and shaking until I finally got my camera out to video tape it. Needless to say, it was probably one of the moments where I was actually reduced to tears at a concert. There's been moments where I've teared up, but that particular moment I truly cried. And my brother looked at me like there was something wrong with me. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vn4KQqql_-M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vn4KQqql_-M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;"Blew Job"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;blink 182&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;It's me and Keri's song (don't ask, ahaha), and never have we freaked out so much after hearing that live. If you're not familiar with The Mark, Tom, and Travis Song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fite2fWvQ88"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fite2fWvQ88&lt;/a&gt; . And here's the Milwaukee version: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLW4tHxe2UQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLW4tHxe2UQ&lt;/a&gt;. And yes the guy who tapes the second one is singing, because dammit that son of a bitch is excited just like we were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8.&lt;em&gt; "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) (Someday Love Will Find You)"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't even begin to fully explain why this is on the list. You have to know the whole story, and that's for a different post. Anyways, maybe I'll post the video on youtube someday. Let's just say it has to do with Culver's, seatbelts, transferable iron on paper, and me and Keri's favorite car game: Man or Woman. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5CX04_bISI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5CX04_bISI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9.&lt;em&gt; "You're the Voice"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;David Foster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;Two words: Hot Rod. Let me clarify, best movie ever. And I downloaded this song this summer so that I could walk around like an angry mob was following. Because I can do that. That's pretty much all I need to say about that. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYNUOGGpkEg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYNUOGGpkEg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;"Downfall of Us All"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;A Day To Remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's on the list: &lt;/strong&gt;Three reasons: 1. This band and CD are amazing and they were on Warped Tour, even though we missed them. 2. It's probably one of the most epic songs on the face of the planet. 3. I don't think more than two days went by where someone didn't go "DA DA DA DA DAH DAH DUH DUH DUH DAH DAH DA DA DA DA DAH DAH DAH DAH LET'S GO." And that made me really happy. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd-lbg1QQ-Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd-lbg1QQ-Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runner-Ups: (songs that didn't quite make it into my top 10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Woke Up in A Car" &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Something Corporate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's a runner up: &lt;/strong&gt;I've come to realize that this song, and video is my essential summer song. Friends and road trips and adventures. Perfect. Summer. Song. END OF STORY. ( Here's the video because it makes me smile of so much: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmKIY0VnM1U"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmKIY0VnM1U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -- If the video doesn't work, tell me because it wasn't working before.) However, I didn't do much listening to it except for the few random times I needed to hear it. There were more important songs that had to be on this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((Side Note: Shit man look at how Andrew looks in "I Woke Up in a Car" as opposed to "Swim". hahaha. ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;em&gt;"Good Girls Go Bad"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's a runner up:&lt;/strong&gt; This is one of the only songs I can honestly remember listening to from the start of summer to the end of summer. The start of summer I loved it, but then it got way overplayed and now I'm kind of sick of it. It deserves to be mentioned, but not on the list. I don't know why it's not on youtube, but here the best I could do: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yx1qf66EhZw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yx1qf66EhZw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;em&gt;"I gotta feeling"&lt;/em&gt; by&lt;strong&gt; The Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why it's a runner up:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't really start liking this song until I was up north (in the last week of summer), but I wish I had liked it before. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFYivgUjB1A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFYivgUjB1A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--&lt;em&gt;"Weightless"&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;All Time Low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why It's a runner up:&lt;/strong&gt; I listened to this song more than I'd like to admit. Yeah, it's okay, not great, not even good, barely okay. It's on the runner's up list for that reason and for the fact that I worked really hard on my Alex Gaskarth impression this summer and got pretty damned close. The reason it's not on the real list is because I don't like to be a known as a tool because I am not a tool. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpG3BxRctQ4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpG3BxRctQ4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that's my list. I hope you enjoyed it. And if you didn't....too bad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Peace,love, and all that hippy jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Yes I did start this list before summer was done, and I didn't finish it until now. Whoops. And if you want to listen to the ful playlist without the runner ups and without having to click on the videos seperately, I have them on my myspace playlist so you can just go there: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pokey_is_spechel"&gt;www.myspace.com/pokey_is_spechel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5208765355980558925?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5208765355980558925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5208765355980558925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5208765355980558925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5208765355980558925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/shitty-mood-shitty-day.html' title='Top 10 Summer Songs'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-168468619700664583</id><published>2009-08-19T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:13:51.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brett Favre SUCKS'/><title type='text'>Fuck. You. Brent Farve.</title><content type='html'>"If you're a true Packers fan, you'll understand."--Brett Favre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me tell you something.&lt;/span&gt; BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been a Packer fan since I was born, and I do not understand why he is such an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really....the Vikings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Vikings? One of our biggest rivals....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;REALLY?! Fuck man, it's personal and he's fucking delusional if he thinks we'll understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"It's nothing personal, but you know, I wanna go on your biggest rivals team so I can prove I'm not old and washed-up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna kick him in the crotch so hard that his cup won't protect him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mother fucking douche bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It takes a lot to make a Packer fan be unloyal to a former player, and this is about what it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really hope he enjoys the boos he gets when he comes to Lambeau.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope someone throws something at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something really big that causes damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gafhsldfh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-168468619700664583?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/168468619700664583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=168468619700664583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/168468619700664583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/168468619700664583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuck-you-brent-farve.html' title='Fuck. You. Brent Farve.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6045474505943964020</id><published>2009-08-12T00:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:51:24.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lars and the Real Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MandM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pepsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skittles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood Squares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Stiles'/><title type='text'>Qwick Littel Diddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I just have a few thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First, Julia Stiles has a smile that frowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously though, have you ever seen her full smile. It's freaking upside down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not even natural. It makes me feel like she's frowning, which makes me sad when she smiles, which totally erases any reason for actually smiling. Smiles are supposed to be happy, frowns are sad.&lt;br /&gt;When smiles are sad, then they become frowns, which means SHE CAN'T SMILE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How sad is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Secondly, if I hear Miley Cyrus's song "The Climb" one more time, I am going the take "the climb" to the top of a mountain and jump down it, rolling and falling to my doom screaming FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK YOOOUUU HANNNNAAHHHH MOOOOONNNNTTAAANNNAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She looks like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and thirdly, I love Hollywood Squares.&lt;br /&gt;I've been DVRing it for months now on the GSN (that's short for Game Show Network). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But, I think its sexist that the X is always a guy and the O is always a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how that's sexist, but I have a feeling that it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow, in my mind that makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, I watched like a minutes worth of the movie "Lars and the Real Girl" and I have literally never felt more awkward in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that's saying a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow, I think I typed this in less than 5 minutes, which means my thoughts are all together tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which means something is wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or I think it's because I accidentally drank Pepsi tonight instead of drinking Root Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought I poured the Root Beer in the cup, but it turned out to be Pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagine my surprise, I was like "HOLY SHIT THIS ISN'T ROOT BEER!" And then I was mildly grossed out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm. It was almost as bad as when you eat a M&amp;amp;M thinking it's a skittle, and you get this total mindfuck and you mentally slap yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yep that's exactly what happened to me tonight, except mine was with Pepsi and Root Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So now that you're done reading this, go ahead and read it again at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;warpedspeed! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which is actually like 200 words per minute, which I think I'm actually typing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by the way this touch screen computer is really, really inconvenient when bugs snuck into your house and they are flying around the damned little lamp that you have and they keep running into the screen totally fucking shit up for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;man oh man, is it pissssssssssing me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Later days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6045474505943964020?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6045474505943964020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6045474505943964020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6045474505943964020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6045474505943964020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/qwick-littel-diddie.html' title='Qwick Littel Diddie'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2588372421367490509</id><published>2009-08-06T18:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:23:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I admit, I've been pretty lame lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Especially with my posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just haven't had time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what with working and hanging out with people, and concerts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That last one deserves and big :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, I'll post sometime this weekend maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But don't quote me on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we all know I suck when it comes to updating this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cough cough bestof2008 cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;til then,&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2588372421367490509?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2588372421367490509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2588372421367490509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2588372421367490509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2588372421367490509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hm.html' title='Hm.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4052459135554792743</id><published>2009-07-09T11:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:08:36.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saosin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Foster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hit the Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hey Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Rod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobra Starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day To Remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrice'/><title type='text'>Summer Tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Besides the fact that listening to Hey Monday makes me feel like a total tool...or a 12 year old again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though this week I was recently told that I look like I'm 14, which was a...nice sentiment, feeling like 12? no thanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe 6 or 8. But not 12. Bad year for me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, I decided that since it's just about the middle of the summer (what a downer), that I should make a list of songs I've been listening to nearly non stop all summer thus far. Or just songs that are good for the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keep in mind, these are old and new songs. So just keep an open mind. I've been watching a lot of Fuse this summer in the mornings, so these are some of the songs that have caught my attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;How You Love Me Now&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Hey Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly6TWKeUyAc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly6TWKeUyAc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--even though I feel like a tool when I listen to them, they remind me of a 12 year old version of Paramore. I'm still not sure if that's a good thing or not, but I'd be lying if I said that this song doesn't get stuck in my head at least once a week. And I'd be really lying if I said that I didn't like the song. As for the band, I'm still deciding if I like them or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Good Girls Go Bad&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Cobra Starship feat. Leighton Meester&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpOdAfs8jr0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpOdAfs8jr0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--speaks for itself. trust me on that one. the one thing I would like to say: Gabe Saporta has the world's best flannel shirts and I love his style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Bury Your Head&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Saosin&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcCnfeEsf4c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcCnfeEsf4c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--yes, I know this is the old version of the song. BUT I LOVE this version of the song, not to mention that this particular video is one of my favorite videos ever. I really don't know why, but it's just so fucking kick ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Drop the Girl&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Hit the Lights&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_eK2XL1zLk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_eK2XL1zLk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I love, love, love, love, love, love, love Hit the Lights. The fact that I could only pick one song was because this video makes me really happy because it makes me want to see them live (which by the way, HTL is one of the best live bands I have ever seen.) Granted, everytime I listen to this song, I really want to listen to the rest of the CD. Oh Hell, just go out and buy "Skip School, Start Fights, Hit the Lights". If you hate it, I'll probably have to fight you on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Downfall of Us All&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;A Day to Remember&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd-lbg1QQ-Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd-lbg1QQ-Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--ADTR is probably going to end up being my favorite band of the summer. All I can say, even though it's going to make me look retarded, is "dahdahdahdahdah DAH dahdahdahdah Dah dahdahdahdah DAH DAH DAH DAH, LET'S GO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;You're the Voice&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;David Foster&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYNUOGGpkEg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYNUOGGpkEg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--just because it's in Hot Rod and I'm pretty sure that I could watch the movie everyday and still laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Image of the Invisible&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Thrice&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWhE3KlwR40"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWhE3KlwR40&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--yeah I know it's an old song but its sooo sick. It makes me want to protest. Plus Thrice is going to be on Warped Tour this summer so you can't blame me for listening to them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Seasons&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Almost Famous&lt;/strong&gt;: (I don't have a link for it yet...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I love Nick Zinnati and I think that the rest of the world should too. End of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Time to Waste&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avOWoocql7c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avOWoocql7c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--every element of this song gives me goosebumps. When I heard it on Fuse the other day, ever since I've been listening to it nonstop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Will You Be There&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x3PQ5QhMJs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x3PQ5QhMJs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--don't write me off  for putting a Michael Jackson song on here. Yes, it's probably true that his death made me into his music more than I ever have been. I'm not afraid to admit that, but this has always been my favorite Michael Jackson song because I loved the movie Free Willy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;Swim&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Jack's Mannequin&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://magazines.site88.net/Swim.html"&gt;http://magazines.si&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://magazines.site88.net/Swim.html"&gt;te88.net/Swim.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--while Swim might not be my favorite Jack's song, it is definitely the basis of my summer. Actually it's probably the basis for my past two summers. I love it, and this list would not be the same without a Jack's Mannequin song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Watch the Sky&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Something Corporate&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vn4KQqql_-M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vn4KQqql_-M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I saw it live at Summerfest this year. It was amazing. I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Weightless&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;All Time Low&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWK3ie4opKA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWK3ie4opKA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--against my better judgement, I'll put this on here. I'm not sure how I feel about All Time Low anymore. I guess their okay. I've heard Alex's singing ability. I just wish he always used it, but he doesn't. hm. sad panda? I don't know because I don't know how much I actually care. Let's just say I'll probably not by "Nothing Personal" until it's like $9.99 or less at Target. Does that sound too harsh?..perhaps. But once again, I'm not sure I really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;Bittersweet Symphony&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Ace Enders and A Million Different People&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eKSbgF9Q40"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eKSbgF9Q40&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--greatest cover of a song that I think I have ever heard considering the original is one of my favorite songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;15. Do You Feel by The Rocket Summer: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaAWuWH46E8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaAWuWH46E8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--I just can't wait for the new CD to come out. Bryce's music always makes me think of the summer. This CD holds me down until the new one comes out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think 15 is good for now.&lt;br /&gt;I have things to do, so I'll maybe add more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, hah, but you know how I am with promises on this majigger, so probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention my 11:11 AM bracelet broke? I was so sad and refuse to get a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wanna see how I fixed it...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hold on let me take a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NyMgFuZMFcA/SlYxFCbK2wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0tsm8T_obPA/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356522769423719170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NyMgFuZMFcA/SlYxFCbK2wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0tsm8T_obPA/s320/Snapshot_20090709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you can't see, they are staples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That picture makes it look like I'm about to punch myself, or like my hand is broken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALRIGHTY. peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NyMgFuZMFcA/SlYvycHB4LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pCM1swMjz40/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090709.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4052459135554792743?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4052459135554792743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4052459135554792743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4052459135554792743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4052459135554792743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-tunes.html' title='Summer Tunes'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NyMgFuZMFcA/SlYxFCbK2wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0tsm8T_obPA/s72-c/Snapshot_20090709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4588185266879891101</id><published>2009-07-04T12:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:48:11.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobra Starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe Saporta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leighton Meester'/><title type='text'>A Quick Lil' Diddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am leaving to get ready for Jack's Mannequin soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Giddy does not even begin to describe my mood right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm listening to Cobra Starship's new song "Good Girls Go Bad" featuring Leighton Meester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bad ass song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would seriously love a Gabe Saporta rap album.&lt;br /&gt;He would rip that shit up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha. It would be sooo boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for this post.&lt;br /&gt;There are just some things that need to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Also, Sarah Dessen=amazing author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girls only would like her though, go buy her new book "Along for the Ride".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Excellent book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alrighty then. I gots tah go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4588185266879891101?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4588185266879891101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4588185266879891101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4588185266879891101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4588185266879891101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-lil-diddy.html' title='A Quick Lil&apos; Diddy'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7918462052973588417</id><published>2009-07-02T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:18:38.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>God is good to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God loves me, and so does my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So you know the debacle with the Jack's Mannequin concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Welllll, my brother (and my mom) were planning on getting me tickets from craigslist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and my brother ended up getting me tickets. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Section 1. Row BB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Yet sad at the same time. I feel bad because this will be the first time that I'll see Jack's Mannequin without my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In her words, "If you get to meet him the one time I'm not there, I'll be so pissed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and her have been mourning Michael Jackson's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think all the jokes people have been making about him dying are sick and not funny in the least bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First off, in both me and my mom's opinions, we don't give a shit if he did do all the things he allegedly did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously, he was a nice guy. Did anyone ever think about that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not saying this just because he is dead. I'm saying this because it needs to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you ever think that maybe Michael Jackson was accused because he was such a nice guy, which in places like Hollywood makes you a perfect target for something like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't think that Michael actually truly grew up. I think he was perpetually stuck in childhood because he never actually got to have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He was thrown into stardome at such a young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just think that he didn't know what was actually looked down upon in adult society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The thing is there will never be another Michael Jackson in the music industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There will never be mourning for a musical artist, except maybe Paul McCartney, as they as for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every music television channel STOPPED their original programming just to pay honor to the King of Pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He made the most memorable videos, good music, and he appreciated his fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I read something from a fan that said, "I had the chance of meeting, shaking the hand, and getting a hug from the great Michael Jackson. Before I could even say anything, he told me how lucky he was to have such an incredible person for a fan. Words I will never forget. He was the confidence in me that I never had."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Any artist or famous person can say that, but to me it actually seems that Michael Jackson would've been the most sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since this has been hammered to death by the media, I won't linger on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make my opinion known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And as a last note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you think being labeled the "king" of something in music is just like a death mark to die young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elvis-king of rock n roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Johnny Cash- king of country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael Jackson- king of pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all died fairly young if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, that's it for today I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy April weather, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which is to say Happy July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7918462052973588417?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7918462052973588417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7918462052973588417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7918462052973588417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7918462052973588417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-is-good-to-me.html' title='God is good to me.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2519408192376845002</id><published>2009-06-25T00:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:14:06.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summerfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That 70&apos;s Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'/><title type='text'>Pretty Much :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a dentist appointment tomorrow morning.  I should go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eh. I can go really tired and then not be so into the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm watching That 70's Show. I never knew what Nick Bakay looked like until now. (the voice of Salem on Sabrina the Teenage Witch).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. Every year on the 4th of July, my family and I would always go to my uncle's house on his lake and we would hang out all day and then just watch this huge, amazing fireworks literally over our heads at the end of my uncle's pier. (did I spell that wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;It was always incredible. And now they cancelled it due to some liability crap. &lt;br /&gt;It sucks! And now I don't know what we're doing for the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really sucks is that Jack's Mannequin is supposed to be at Summerfest on the 4th. And if you know me at all, I really want to go. Like, seriously, I really, really, really, really, really want to go.  I love Andrew and this will be one of the first times I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;As sick as it sounds I'd just love to go to Summerfest that day just to be in the same place as him.  The man is a total inspiration to me. It's not a sick obsession.  I want to meet him more than anyone else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And its in the Marcus Amp. so you need tickets to get in.  I don't have tickets to the show because I had previous obligations.&lt;br /&gt;SUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. I'll get over it. maybe. or I'll figure something out.  I'm super thirsty and its making me really impatient, so I'm gonna go make Kool-ade or something...&lt;br /&gt;and think about Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what critics are smoking, but they seriously have to step down from their pedistal and think about what us common folk would be amused by. Flashing fight scenes and funny robot talk? Yes please.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Revenge of the Fallen twice on opening day.  Midnight showing, and then 6:00 pm with Katie.&lt;br /&gt;TWICE ON OPENING DAY.&lt;br /&gt;If its really as "faulty" as they all say it is, then they need to pull the sticks out of their asses and get a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;That movie is BAD ASS.&lt;br /&gt;Or in Katie's words it is "the definition of raw and ill. they don't even have to have those words in the dictionary because they now have a movie."&lt;br /&gt;sick. fucking sick. I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;definitely NOT suck. SIIIIICK.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to fight with that, I will seriously take you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is sleeping in a really awkward position. It's actually impressive...&lt;br /&gt;rightio. Kool-Ade time.&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Ade and Dicky Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;good night. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2519408192376845002?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2519408192376845002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2519408192376845002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2519408192376845002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2519408192376845002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/pretty-much.html' title='Pretty Much :['/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2134992422983925093</id><published>2009-06-19T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:44:18.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I failed my driver's test. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a spaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even before the road test I was freaking out and telling my mom that I should just tell the instructor to fail me because I can't DEAL WITH THAT STRESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha. Some jackass cut me off on the way there.  It was actually worse that being cut off. But sense I can't draw you a diagram, I'll spare you the description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the dude called my name, I'm thinking "Ok, he seems nice." And don't get me wrong, he was very nice. I was just a bundle of nerves. So we get outside and he tells me to go in the car. And I'm showing him everything and my freaking high beams won't stay on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That just made it worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To top it off when he finally got into the car and he was all ready I pulled out and the guy tells me that I was way too close to hitting the car next to me. I know proximity enough to know that I wasn't going to hit that car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And then everytime after that he made little comments as to what I did wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly that didn't exactly HELP my nerves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So we pull into a subdivision and we go driving around and he's making me park and I know I am doing terribly because as soon as I started the damn test I TOTALLY BLANKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing was going on in my head. It was like I had never driven before in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then he tells me to do a Y Turn. And I totally forgot how to do one, so I improvised. And prayed to God that I did that right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's the fun part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He tells me to park against a curb for like the 4th time, and I do and I'm watching my mirrors and I thought I was good, and then the fucking curb came out of freaking nowhere and hit my car.  (Or at least that what how it seemed...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not stupid. I know that's an automatic fail.  I don't know why he didn't just let me go back to the DMV right then and there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I'm trying to recover from going over the curb. And the car won't go back into drive.  Now that I think about it I probably didn't have my foot on the brake or something like that. BUT THE DAMN CAR WOULDN'T GO BACK INTO DRIVE. And I'm sitting there spazzing the freak out and I'm looking at the guy like "alright dude you already failed me so help me so we can get back in one piece."  But noooooooo he just stood there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So we get back to the DMV, I park. We get out of the car and start walking back to get my mom and tell her of my horrible failing, but he was trying to be all nonchalant about it and tried covering up the sheet so I wouldn't see....even though I totally did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're walking back and the guy goes "did you grab the keys?" and it dawned on me that I didn't grab the keys and that they were still in ignition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Great job Jenni. ROUND OF APPLAUSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the funny part was that I did my Y turn the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wooo! It was an experience....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha. I hope you enjoyed that story. I happen to find it rather funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And not surprising.  I am such a spaz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2134992422983925093?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2134992422983925093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2134992422983925093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2134992422983925093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2134992422983925093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/fail.html' title='Fail!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7617508043216146683</id><published>2009-06-12T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:48:00.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Enders and A Million Different People'/><title type='text'>School's Out for Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know I actually really hate that song by Alice Cooper actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bugs the crap out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;School's out. finally. Geezuz this year went by sooooo slow. And let me tell you, this was probably the WORST year of school I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I'm not doing anything right now. I thought I was going to accompany my friend to watch her while she gets her belly button pierced and be there for moral support (:] haha..) but she is not calling me back so I have spent last hour surfing music online. It actually hasn't even been an hour, but I get so caught up into it that it feels like days. My dad actually had to snap me out of a trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The reason for the post today is because I found this INCREDIBLE cover of a song I have always loved.&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much that it fact I just listened to it and I feel like I'm going to cry if I don't listen to it again, right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And while you all should know that I am not one to cry often in a spontaneous way, this song reduced me to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The vocals in this song go above and beyond any standards I set for the singers who were in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you know the song "Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is one of my favorite songs ever. It is an excellent song. I always just love to listen to it whenever I am just sitting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's the original version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3lTQljbKLw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3lTQljbKLw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I really wanted to listen to Ace Enders (former front man of The Early November) and so I went on myspace and I typed in "Ace Enders and A Million Different People" and I found a cover for Bittersweet Symphony on there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I listen to it, but I wasn't expecting much. Trust me, when its a favorite song of mine, I'm a hard judge when it comes to covers of the songs. It has to really impress me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So it starts out with Ace Ender's voice and I'm liking it. But then it changes into a different voice and it sounds like the lead singer from Copeland (Aaron Marsh), but I couldn't be for sure. Then there was the next voice change and I got goosebumps all over. The great Craig Ownes. I was 100% sure of that. You can't duplicate his voice down the hair. No one can. I knew it was him. By the time Craig was done, it changed into Alex Gaskarth, and let me say this I like All Time Low and everything but they aren't a truly fantastic band. Alex has a nice voice but I always thought it was mediocre. Major props to him for his part in this song. He belts his part so well that by that part in the song I was welling up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I realized that that song not only consists of Ace Enders, but also Alex Gaskarth (All Time Low), Craig Owens (Chiodos/Cinematic Sunrise), Aaron Marsh (Copeland), Bryce Avary (The Rocket Summer), Mark Hoppus (+44/Blink 182), Kenny Vasoli (The Starting Line/Person L), Matt Thiessen (Relient K), and Duane Okun (Socratic). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Craig Owens's voice alone can make me well up, but all of that. I'm telling you it was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The only way it could've been better is if they used Andrew McMahon in there. (bet you saw that one coming didn't you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Holy shit! This is one of the best covers AND collaborations I have ever heard. I thought that Run DMC and Aerosmith's rendition of "Walk This Way" was never going to be topped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These gentlemen give them a serious run for that title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here is the link for the song (it shows who sings what part even though its only pictures):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eKSbgF9Q40"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eKSbgF9Q40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just bought that song off iTunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to make a list of bands for the summer sometime next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Going for my liscense next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff. I'm going to go call people to hang out, and listen to more music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNI SAYS BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7617508043216146683?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7617508043216146683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7617508043216146683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7617508043216146683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7617508043216146683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for Summer...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2894781552087126065</id><published>2009-05-30T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:43:09.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel L. Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seth Rogen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Samberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher Roth'/><title type='text'>To add to the last post:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To add some things to the last post without actually add to the last post with some things that I wrote down to write about but never have because frankly I have been sucking with posts lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This one will be in list form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I finally saw Get Smart and was a little disappointed actually.  I loved Get Smart when it was a TV show. It was epic. But they made Maxwell Smart seem a litttle too smart and totally brought down his idiocy to being unlucky.  It was good, but not as good as it could've been with Steve Carrell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-NBC had TV's 50 Funniest Phrase on the other day. It was good, but disappointing at some times.  Two points I'd like to make here: 1) How I Met Your Mother doesn't deserve to be on the list or rather top 10 because it hasn't been a show that long. 2) "Yada Yada Yada" is not the best Seinfeld line.  #1 should've been "No Soup For You!" instead of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Andy Samberg is hosting the MTV Movie Awards.  That makes me laugh because Andy's acting is ATROCIOUS! He sucks. I shouldn't expect much seeing as though he's on SNL (nowadays SNL usually suck, but I say usually).  Hot Rod was only funny because it was so ridiculous.  First time I saw it I hit my TV because I thought it got stuck on the "cool beans" part.  I'm still trying to figure out the acting in that movie. I'll get back to you on that when I've figured that out.  Andy should just stick to rapping with the Lonely Island boys.  I think he found his true calling there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I hate Asher Roth. Waking up to "I Love College" every morning on Fuse just makes me want to shoot myself.  IT IS NOT A GOOD SONG.  If that's what society marks as "good songs" nowadays, then I want to get into the music business right now and smack some people up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Putting all racism aside, because honestly I'm not racist in the least bit, but do you ever notice everytime they need a black guy in a movie Samuel L. Jackson pops up? It's kind of amazing.  It's like he walks onto any set and goes, "I'M GONNA BE IN THIS MOVIE. GIMME A COSTUME." And everyone is just like "eh whatever, give him a few lines. people will never expect it." But the thing is, now we DO expect.  I'm starting to get dissapointed everytime it's not Samuel L. and its some other black guy.  It just doesn't seem right to me to have another black actor when Samuel L. is doing such a dandy job.  The same thing goes for when they need a funny looking funnyish guy they get Seth Rogen in the movies.  Or a sweet girl they get Amy Adams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Kristen Stewart blinks to much.  Everytime I see a movie with her, especially Twilight I just want to slap her and say STOP BLINKING. Next time you see a movie with her, just count how many times she blinks.  It is NOT humanly possible! You lose count and then you get frustrated.  When I went to see Adventureland with Keri, I told her that if she blinks a lot that I'm leaving.  She started to blink ALMOST, and I almost stood up.  But then it got better and I tolerated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Twitter makes me giggle. Everyone takes it too seriously, I think.  Sadly I have one, so I'm going to stop talking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Star Trek was sooooooo kick ass. I love Chris Pine and I think I want to have his babies. I have since Princess Diaries 2. HOT STUFF... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think that's good. I think that knocked a lot of things out of the park.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that kind of makes up for my lack of posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Make sure you read the one that I posted before this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Both of them are amusing...I'd like to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2894781552087126065?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2894781552087126065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2894781552087126065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2894781552087126065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2894781552087126065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-add-to-last-post.html' title='To add to the last post:'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2575721771737046206</id><published>2009-05-30T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:19:20.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawk Nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daisy of Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That 70&apos;s Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charm School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><title type='text'>It seems I have a lot to say today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's see if I can actually keep all of my thoughts in my head and remember everything I want to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay here we go. This is going to go fast--thought to thought no spaces. Are you ready for a CF of the inner workings of my mind?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So do you think I could sue Twix if I ate one to get myself out of an awkward situation and time didn't slow down or stop for me to think about my reaction to this situation? I'm sure I could if that idiot who sued McDonalds got money for spilling coffee on herself because she wasn't aware that the beverage was hot. I MEAN HELLO YOU ORDERED COFFEE. IT WASN'T A CHILLED BEVERAGE YEARS UNTIL YEARS AFTER SHE WON HER LAWSUIT. And what is with coffee being a chilled beverage now anyways? I hate that. Coffee is already gross, no offense to you coffee lovers, but at least when the coffee is hot you can say you like it but you really don't know if you like it or aren't aware of how incredibly gross it is because its so scaulding hot that it burns off your taste buds.  When its chilled you have no actual excuse for drinking it.  I think coffee is gross and it tastes like ass. Don't even get me started on tea.  I don't even understand tea, therefore I can't even begin to explain that.  I was sick all week this week and the first couple of days I was so sick that I just watched Charm School and Daisy of Love.  I don't think I even had to think while I was watching those shows. They are literally that stupid.  But at the same time I enjoy them, that's weird I don't understand that.  It probably goes all the way to the fact that I love crappy movies. If I love crappy movies, that must mean that I love crappy TV shows, and reality shows are the crappiest of all TV shows, so that must mean I love reality shows. Its one of those wonders of the universe no one can explain.  But I do watch some non-crappy TV. My favorite episode of That 70's Show was on last night.  The one where they go to Canada. STRIKE FORCE WISCONSIN.  Haha, that episode is hilarious.  Oh and Glee. That's not a crappy show.  I think it could become my new favorite show. That show is fucking BRILLIANT. I mean, seriously it doesn't get better than that.  Their version of DON'T STOP BELIEVING by JOURNEY gives me goosebumps every time I hear it. woah. So today I got distracted (biiiig surprise) from doing homework by I Love the New Millenium on VH1. Those shows are awesome too.  They pay people to make fun of/comment on what happened during certain decades and years of this society.  Michael Ian Black is my hero. I want to be his best friend. End of story.  I got caught up watching a lot of the GSN--Game Show Network.  They are having the Game Show Awards.  I don't even know how you can give awards to shows that basically only deal with giving out awards. It confused me. I'm not going to waste my time thinking about that conundrum even though I'll probably end up watching it. Like I said--crappy TV.  I was watching a lot of WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? and may I say either I am an excellent guesser or they should just give me a check right now for being a genius.  I knew every single question asked on every rerun I watched--and trust me that was a lot of reruns.  I also watched Lingo. It was a lot harder than WW2BAM? but I was decent.  I'd never go on that show though.  It's hard to go home with just $5000 on that show.  $5000 isn't a lot in my mind.  I know, I'm a greedy bastard, maybe not. I'm just not going to go on a gameshow if I'm not going to be promised winning a lot of money.  There's no way in hellllll that I'm going on a show where I have to smile and clap a lot even if I'm pissed that I answered wrong. Nooo sir. Not unless there's more than $10000. I also watched Hollywood Squares.  I'm going to DVR that show from now on.  Did you know that you could be a genius if you knew the answers to questions on game shows.  The host always acts like its common knowledge to know that shit, but it's not. I know, I know. I have no life. Well I'm getting one so calm down.  The concert I went to last Saturday was successful.  I met the owner of Snapdragon Records.  Very nice guy.  It was a big moment for me. Speaking of concerts, Hawk Nelson has a concert on TV the other night.  I like them. They're fun for my ears.  You know what bugs me though? Hawk Nelson is a Christian band.  That part doesn't bug me. I actually like that a band can come out and make music for their faith and admit it. I commend that a great deal actually.  What bugs me is when they might have racy lyrics or swear, put the occasional "fuck" in their songs. I know that's not very Christian of them, but it only shows that their human.  Lay off of them, if they want to swear once or twice let them.  At least their songs have messages and they don't sing about fucking people, they sing that they are so fucking sick of something.  Geez.  Jack's Mannequin had a contest that was made for me. They had an art contest where you had to illustrate what you thought the song swim meant to you (i.e. hope, strength...) and I was so pumped to enter it. Then I got sick, but I still managed to finish two drawings, and I was going to submit them but I realised that the time zone I thought it was due in was wrong and I was actually late with submitting them.  I wanted to cry. Oh well, at least I have two really cool drawings, I guess.  I didn't think they were that good.  Definitely not my best work, but for being sick while working on them, it wasn't too shabby.  Watching that video when it comes out might make me die a little inside. Dammit. Well I hope you enjoyed that.  It's Harry Potter weekend on ABC family, and you know how I love me some Harry Potter. I also have a buttload of homework that I should probably be doing instead of typing this. So have a nice rest of you weekend.  I only have 10 more days of school left for this year. HALLELUJAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2575721771737046206?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2575721771737046206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2575721771737046206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2575721771737046206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2575721771737046206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-seems-i-have-lot-to-say-today.html' title='It seems I have a lot to say today...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4283883102174760322</id><published>2009-05-23T15:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:14:39.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapdragon Records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Post #100.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This week has gone by so utterly slow for me that it's been painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Didn't watch American Idol, either days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I only watched the last like 15 minutes of the Finale show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apparently I was supposed to watch the whole thing because it was incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not going to doubt that, but I fell asleep from 6:30-8:45, and I think that my time was much better spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm actually really happy that Adam didn't win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His "creative artist" would've been destroyed by that Nazi of a record company Idol ropes the contestants into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glee is probably my new favorite show. I mean, granted, I only saw the first episode, and the rest of the season doesn't come out until the fall, but the pilot was EXCELLENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UMl9sC5v0A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UMl9sC5v0A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Watch that, you'll get goosebumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I found out that they are not ending Scrubs, and that this last season finale was not the end of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That would've been a GREAT way to end a GREAT show, but instead they have to JUMP THE FRICKEN SHARK and take J.D. and Elliot out and focus on Dr. Cox, Turk, and the Janitor. ABC is just a bunch of DUMBASSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It doesn't even make sense to not have J.D. in Scrubs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was so irritated when I found that out, fk;ljasdh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to the Snapdragon Records Anniversary show at 5:00 today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It should be fun. I'm excited. This could be my big chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D Crossing my fingers to meet that one dude. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I roped my brother into taking me because my mom didn't want to take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I'm kind of inconviencing them both, but whatever. I'm NEVER selfish. I might as well try it out once or twice in my life, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I do feel bad that my brother is hungover....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well. This is my 100th post. EXCITING. not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks Wilson for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you're one of the only one reading it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To the rest of you who don't comment like she does, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm aware that my incessant babbling, and my promises of posts are really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha, but at least you still read. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Iloveyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4283883102174760322?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4283883102174760322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4283883102174760322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4283883102174760322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4283883102174760322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-100.html' title='Post #100.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-607136587487794674</id><published>2009-05-12T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:20:38.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simply Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Tosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael J. Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demetri Martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE VOICE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringe'/><title type='text'>Thanks Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By the by, I told my mom about our nifty nicknames and she thinks that they are perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And YEAH HOLY SHIT the season finale of House was SOOOOOOOOOOOOO...woah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's all I can say, it truly is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then the season finale of Fringe gave me chills, especially the twin towers in the end of the episode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel Tosh is getting his own show.  I think I'm happier about this news than when I found out Simply Apple juice came in little hand-held bottles. FUCK YEAH THEY DO, which happened to be one of the greatest moments of my life. AND I know, I know I say that a lot, but come on I can't help being an optimist.  Neither can Michael J. Fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what's better Demetri Martin getting his own show or Daniel Tosh getting his own show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We'll have to see how Tosh's show is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Important Things with Demetri Martin is pretty fucking great, I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So today I was thinking about what it would be like to talk to one of the commercial narrators in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I'd feel incredibly obsolete. Mainly because as I was talking to him, I'd be thinking he'd be narrating the conversation in this really intense low voice.  And then I would probably ask something embarassing like "Were you born with that voice?" or "Did you always talk like that and intimidate people who went to school with?" or "Did your puberty suck? Because I'm sure it did." or "You know just because you have a kick ass voice, doesn't make you good looking...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or all of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I babble when I first meet people I'm nervous around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But just think about it, wouldn't talking to the guy whose voice is in movie preview be weird.  I'd probably have GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME stamped on my forehead I'd feel so weird....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder what he looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHAT IF NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE BECAUSE HIS VOICE BLINDS PEOPLE OR WHAT IF HE WAS REALLY A ROBOT OR AN ALIEN?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna go with alien. Nothing human sounds like that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm convinced and I guarantee you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I'm gonna go make some juice and put it in a big water bottle for school tomorrow because PSYCH IS OVERRRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni House M.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-607136587487794674?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/607136587487794674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=607136587487794674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/607136587487794674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/607136587487794674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-wilson.html' title='Thanks Wilson'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-1212406872442131375</id><published>2009-05-11T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:00:38.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polyphonic Spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kool-Aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guided by Voices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Blanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><title type='text'>Scrub Ah Dub Dub Dub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So for you unfortunate souls who were not up to date that Scrubs ended last week, let me tell you, it was one hell of a series finale. I was very happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And though I didn't cry the first time I watched it, I did cry the second time I watched it because I'm obsessed with Scrubs and I kept it on my DVR.  That has to mean SOMETHING if a cold hearted son of a bitch like me cried during that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The only other thing I cry during is the Boy Meets World finale....and don't even get me started on that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just when they say goodbye to Feeny....holy shit...that is one of the most touching moments in television history.  and I will fight anyone on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you are a fan of Scrubs though, I highly suggest that you go and watch it, you'll understand it.  It is more "touching" (and by God I hate that word) if you actually know what is going on in the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It ended with "Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel. Ahh, good song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scrubs is such a good resource for good s0ngs. It truly is. Some of my favorite songs have come from Scrubs, and that makes me look into bands that have their songs on Scrubs, and then they become one of my favorite bands.  Like The Polyphonic Spree or Guided by Voices (yes I am aware I was late on the GBV train, but better late than never, eh?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was watching this video...and I think a lot of people would laugh and appreciate it, so here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3arfPGysRQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3arfPGysRQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I give you the youtube link, even though I'm mad at youtube because it's crap lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah, and if you do watch Scrubs, Ted--the lawyer--has an actual band.  They are called The Blanks. &lt;br /&gt;You should really check them out. They are great. If you liked them when they were on Scrubs, you'll like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theofficialblanksmyspace"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/theofficialblanksmyspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;America's Next Top Model season finale this week. I'm rooting for Allison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And then American Idol season finale next week. I'm a Wisconsin girl, and Danny's got a sexy voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's who I'm rooting for, but sadly I think Adam is going to win.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want that because he's not going to be able to make the kind of music he wants to. I don't think he knows what he is getting himself into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That record company they sign bands to on American Idol, the name escapes me--look it up if it bothers you that much, is like vultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to go eat the pizza I burned (which is why I just don't cook), watch reruns of ANTM, study for my AP Psych test, and work on my power point for Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I'll even make some Kool-Aid if I'm feeling extremely bold.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Did you like my play by play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jennnni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-1212406872442131375?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1212406872442131375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=1212406872442131375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1212406872442131375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1212406872442131375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/scrub-ah-dub-dub-dub.html' title='Scrub Ah Dub Dub Dub'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6068925530901996321</id><published>2009-05-02T20:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:15:36.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolverine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Time Low'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAMI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motion City Soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taking Back Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verona Grove'/><title type='text'>May Day Plus One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First off, so sorry for the last post. I didn't realize I stopped mid-sentence until I re-read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah, I tried to go back to fix it, but then realized that it was a moot point and that I couldn't figure out what I was going to say for shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went to go see Wolverine today. DAMN. That movie was filled with all sorts of hotness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that was a direct quote to what I said to my mom when I got home. She appreciated it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought it was an excellent movie. I truly did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't even think Hugh Jackman is that attractive, but he sure as hell looked sexy in that movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plus you had Taylor Kitsch and Ryan Reynolds.&lt;br /&gt;And praise the Lord I love Ryan Reynolds. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So have I ever mentioned how I think that Motion City Soundtrack has achieved one of the best acoustic EPs ever made?&lt;br /&gt;It is literally one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;Justin Pierre's voice does magical things with an acoustic guitar and piano.  It truly does.&lt;br /&gt;AND I saw pictures of Justin, and he's finally ditched the Sirius Black look and he's back to mad scientist.&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH! That's the Justin Pierre I know and love. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tonight I was listening to a new All Time Low song, and besides the instrumental work in the beginning (which I am not a big fan of...) after the song picks up, I'd say its a pretty decent song.  And I also heard a new Taking Back Sunday song tonight.  That was also pretty good. I guess I didn't expect much after Fred left the band.  I don't know why.  TBS was already fantastic when John Nolan was there and after he left, before Fred's time.  Maybe I just thought they might fall apart a tiny bit because their band line up seems to CONSTANTLY be changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The WAMIs were announced on April 28th.  For those of you who don't know what those are they are the Wisconsin Area Music Industry Awards.  A BIG congratulations to Verona Grove for Rock Band of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously flipped when I read that in the paper.  Those boys deserve it.  If you don't listen to them, listen to them NOW. They are one of the best Wisconsin based bands we have up here.  And face it that's not saying a whole lot.  I mean, sure, Sleep Serapis Sleep are getting recognition now (finally), but we need to support our Wisconsin bands before they go I Voted For Kodos on us and break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This could possibly be the most Wisconsin bands that I have ever listed on this blog.  That's shocking.  NEW AGENDA: For all the non-educated in local music, I will (try) to post a local WI band weekly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha. I make so many promises on this page.  Let's see, I have like 8 CD reviews that I have to catch up on, along with my very late 2008 review. (Didn't think I'd bring that up did you?) And now I'm going to be doing fill-you-in's on local WI bands, along with music sorting on myspace and ourstage.com.  DAMN, I promise you folks a lot of music shit. Actually I promise you a lot of posts in general...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;huh.  Well...&lt;br /&gt;A list of what I'm looking forward to this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-American Idol TOP 4: All the glamour and guessing if Paula is gonna be all drugged and cracked up. Is she or isn't she? It usually keeps me on the edge of my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-House: House is going crazy, which is to be expected after Kutner died, which by the way PISSED ME OFF. The fact that I even stooped to go to the fake online memorial shows that I was very upset about it.  The embarassment and shame in this particular upset will not be elaborated on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Fringe: I hate this show, but I looooove it.  I never even know what in the hell is going on, but I'm always riveted.  And I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-America's Next Top Model:  Apparently someone is going to cry at panel this week.  I hope Tyra makes her. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Half Day at School on Friday:  3 hours of pointless schooling so that we get our hours in from all the damn snow days we have always provide a good napping environment in the schooll building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-My pre-calc teacher will not be at school ALL WEEK for personal reasons.  If you knew said personal reasons, you'd probably be kicking me in the mouth for rejoincing.  I'm a little ashamed of my rejoicing actually, but then I think of precalc and I start rejoicing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I go to 6 Flags on Thursday for Phyics. self explanatory.  and I don't even give a shit that the field trip is notorious for having bad weather. I will ride the raging bull in rain or shine.  (For those of you sick bastards who may or may not have caught that....feel free to giggle at the previous statement.  Believe me, as I typed it, I definetly started giggling uncontrollably.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-AP Psych practice tests for the REAL AP Psych test end this week. PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright, I think that's it for the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go fall asleep on my recliner chair and act like I actually know what I'm supposed to put on the Psych Wiki page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Wilson: That may or may not be a *COUGH COUGH* for a little clarity.)&lt;br /&gt;haha. that could be a song line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be to Crishnah!&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is Crishnahhh?&lt;br /&gt;_/ 3&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^ ^&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6068925530901996321?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6068925530901996321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6068925530901996321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6068925530901996321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6068925530901996321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-day-plus-one.html' title='May Day Plus One'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6755397997698524681</id><published>2009-04-24T23:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:01:20.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan from BGT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Swim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel Weis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clerks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keanu Reeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mummy'/><title type='text'>HOETel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I'm sitting in this hotel, because I'm in Wausau for the weekend for a state bowling tournament. &lt;br /&gt;Don't get all congratzzi on me.  It's nothing special...I suck at bowling.  Anyone can bowl in this tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, since I'm feeling rather antisocial today, due to a crappy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In my words, "If days were people, I would kick today.", which my neighbor asked me why I kick people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I responded with out of hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also realized that apart from ripped pants due to a freak bicycle accident, a crappy test day, and a bad grade on a lab for physics, I have honestly nothing better to do than grace all of you lovely people with the inconsistent babble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And considering updates and posts are lacking severly this month.  I decided to grace you with a few thoughts while I Clerks on Adult Swim even though it not even close to as funny as the movie and only makes me want to have a Jay and Silent Bob movie marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anybody up for that? Because I think that sounds like a swell plan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ohhhh. Constantine is on.  Awesome.  Keanu Reeves is "drowning" Rachel Weiz..Wiess...Weiss...I don't know how you spell her last name...the chick from the Mummy movies who threw a shit fit because she didn't want to play the mom of a 20 year old or something.  GET OVER YOURSELF LADY! Oh and I've had many, many conversations with people who say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, you know how they are making the big deal about the Susan lady from Britain's Got Talent.  I think people should leave her alone before they ruin her.  She seems like a nice lady, she's a good singer, a little fugly, but hey it works for her!  People should stop saying that she needs a makeover.  Next person who says that will get suckerpunched by yours truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I forgot all the other wisdom I was going to bestow upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6755397997698524681?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6755397997698524681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6755397997698524681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6755397997698524681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6755397997698524681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoetel.html' title='HOETel.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6760822588883743393</id><published>2009-04-13T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:43:50.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telemarketers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Operator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What the hell is with people taking EVERYTHING way too serious?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I hate telemarketers. Who doesn't, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I hate phones to begin with, so when I have an annoying person who can't even pronounce my name correctly, I tend to get a little testy. But mostly, I just like to mess with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everytime a telemarketer calls, I find new ways to make them seriously regret putting their headsets on and dialing my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have done everything from pretending to be a law office (Hello you've reached the law offices of Perdzock and Perdzock. How may I help you?). I've had an entire conversation with myself over the phone with them while I was speaking Deutsch. I've put them on hold, I've gone GABBABAGAGAGAGAGDFSDJFS ALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA! as well as done the Seinfeld approach to dealing with telemarketers: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hllDWSbuDsQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hllDWSbuDsQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is so epic and classic.)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My point is, my parents find my antics towards these people absolutely hilarious, therefore I get away with it...everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In fact, they encourage it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And they really encouraged it the most recent time this has happened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So the phone rings, I run up to get it, answer it and say "Joe's Mortuary, You stab em, we slab em!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There was silence on the other line of the phone for maybe a millisecond before a screw, cranky voice goes "You know, that's not even funny..really.  You should be ashamed of yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They kept going, but I just looked at the phone, and hung up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt a little bad to be honest, but not so much that I wasn't laughing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Get a sense of humor or don't call my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Don't call my house and get a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This world takes things way too seriously.  Someone should declare a day where everyone can't be serious and just acts really immature all day.  I do that everyday, but most people should live life the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly I think its fucking great that our current President said "I bowl like I should be in the Special Olympics!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean that just makes me happy, doesn't make me hate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More power to him that he can joke around well enough to say something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Especially when its a joke, its not that big of a deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do me a favor, never take life too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually don't take 99% of things serious at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6760822588883743393?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6760822588883743393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6760822588883743393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6760822588883743393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6760822588883743393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-mr-operator.html' title='Hello Mr. Operator!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-1957380472746961484</id><published>2009-04-13T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:36:28.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Wave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Against Me'/><title type='text'>CD Project Day #4: Against Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna do one more review and then a normal post for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD:&lt;/strong&gt; New Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Against Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Listing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New Wave (Against Me! song)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Wave_(Against_Me!_song)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 3:29&lt;br /&gt;2. "Up the Cuts" - 2:53&lt;br /&gt;3. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thrash Unreal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrash_Unreal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thrash Unreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 4:14&lt;br /&gt;4. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="White People for Peace" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_People_for_Peace"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;White People for Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 3:33&lt;br /&gt;5. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stop! (Against Me! song)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop!_(Against_Me!_song)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"- 2:34&lt;br /&gt;6. "Borne on the FM Waves of the Heart" - 4:10 (Featuring Tegan Quin of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tegan and Sara" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tegan_and_Sara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;7. "Piss and Vinegar" - 2:27&lt;br /&gt;8. "Americans Abroad" - 2:17&lt;br /&gt;9. "Animal" - 3:21&lt;br /&gt;10. "The Ocean" - 4:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(blue/highlighted are the ones with videos//singles for the CD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. If you are one of those people who want to kick my ass for giving this CD 5/5 because you think Against Me! sold out after they switched to a major label (Sire), stop reading AND I &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; you to come and kick my ass for giving this CD props.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Any CD that my mom can ask me "Hey bring Against Me! in the car, I want to listen to it!" and then have her sing every word to every song, has to be kickass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Shove it if you disagree with me with the first two points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, this CD is incredible. I could listen to it every single day and never get sick of it. I speak the truth. I've heard so many people talking about how Against Me! sold out after "Searching for a Former Clarity" but I really don't see how. I've been a fan since before both of these CDs and I'd like to believe there is absolutely no way Tom Gabel could ever make a bad CD. Just because they moved to a major label as opposed to an independent label. doesn't mean they sold out. Many bands have done that and they have managed the move without being labeled as selling out. This CD is incredible from the first song to the last song. And Teagan Quinn's vocals in "Bourne on the FM Waves of the Heart" add a note of going above and beyond on this album. I urge you to go out and buy this CD. I don't think I can really say anything else that will really matter because nothing else matters except for the fact that this CD is amazing. Go out, buy now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Songs:&lt;/strong&gt; Thrash Unreal, Bourne on the FM Waves of the Heart, Stop!, The Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoy that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JEnni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-1957380472746961484?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1957380472746961484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=1957380472746961484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1957380472746961484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1957380472746961484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/cd-project-day-4-against-me.html' title='CD Project Day #4: Against Me!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6009175267672922717</id><published>2009-03-25T19:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:29:53.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mest'/><title type='text'>CD Project Day #3: Mest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My brother bought me an MP3 player, which I've been listening to, and trying out.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly that's no reason for why day #3 is so delayed seeing as though I listened to this CD almost 2 weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the rest of the catch up days are coming this week as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Next week I'll get back on track with this....mainly for myself. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm seriously thinking I lost the 4 readers who actually my pointless "blogging".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate that as a verb/word/and noun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD:&lt;/strong&gt; Mest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Mest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 3.5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Listing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. "Until I Met You" – 3:02&lt;br /&gt;2. "Rooftops" – 3:54&lt;br /&gt;3. "Jaded (These Years)" – 3:11&lt;br /&gt;4. "Night Alone" – 3:29&lt;br /&gt;5. "Burning Bridges" – 3:30&lt;br /&gt;6. "Walking On Broken Glass" – 3:35&lt;br /&gt;7. "Your Promise" – 3:15&lt;br /&gt;8. "2000 Miles"– 2:48&lt;br /&gt;9. "Shell Of Myself" – 3:47&lt;br /&gt;10. "Lost, Broken, Confused" – 2:51&lt;br /&gt;11. "Chance Of A Lifetime" – 3:10&lt;br /&gt;12. "Return To Self-Loathing"– 3:55&lt;br /&gt;13. "Paradise (122nd and Highland)"/25 To Life (Hidden Track) – 8:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, I may not know what exactly is the whole drama going on behind this band. I may not even care. One thing is for sure though, I've loved Mest since I saw them do that crazy little dance in the "What's The Dillio?" video. Even though this CD is, essentially, very dark, and frankly emo, I love it. From start to finish this CD doesn't bore me at all. However, if one were to ask me if they should go out and buy it, I would probably just tell them I would burn it for them. Even though I may love it, it still isn't one of my favorite CDs. It's definitely not my favorite Mest CD, but it certainly has its moments, which is why I wouldn't tell people to buy it unless it was for a really good deal. I've learned also that Mest may be a preferred taste. A lot of people find their sound to be far too nasally and annoying. I can see where they might have that perspective, but I really don't mind it. Granted, it would probably get a little old if I kept listening to it day after day after day. I really wouldn't know because I never have tried that. Maybe I should to give the CD a proper review. Anyways, the high points range from Benji Madden's exceptional guest vocals on "Jaded" and the range of different voices used in every song. That's one thing I love about Mest, they have like three different singers for different songs, and no one song really sounds the same on this CD. Variety, I like that. Not to mention "Until I Met You" is one of the greatest FUCK YOU songs I have ever heard in my short life.  I'll stand by that statement too. And plus there's a hidden track (which is a little like a punk version of Hotel California by The Eagles...) with some audio talking at the end, and that in itself gives the band and this CD MAJOR props in my opinion. I love hidden tracks. It's a delightful little surprise at the end of a CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Until I Met You, Rooftops, Jaded (These Years), Chance of a Lifetime, 25 to Life (Hidden Track)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoy that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6009175267672922717?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6009175267672922717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6009175267672922717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6009175267672922717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6009175267672922717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/cd-project-day-3-mest.html' title='CD Project Day #3: Mest'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7300752613173502429</id><published>2009-03-20T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:53:30.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama Mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Taylor Converse'/><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So it's a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Because it's Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Because my hair looks wonderful today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. I am starting to love this new touch screen computer with a web cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. I'm just all around awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Marcus from my bus said I looked baller in my sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. My sunglasses have feet on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. It really doesn't matter if you understand the above statment, just that they do. And it just adds to how great I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. My Red Chucks came today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay so maybe the last one was my whole premise for this post.  But even though this may be pointless and may make you want to chuck me off a bridge because sometimes I tend to be a little overly cocky, but let's think about it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If there's anything I hate about me, it's that my feet are like duck feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cinder blocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's put it this way....ever watch the Full House episode when Michelle thinks her feet are going to grow to monstrous proportions and kill someone by stepping on them? Well, almost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or in Mama Mia! when the bachelor party is marching on the deck in flippers during "Don't Go Wasting Your Emotion", had I been in that particular scene, I wouldn't have needed the flippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My feet grow width wise, not length.  If my feet were normal length, I would wear tiny shoes. Maybe size 6 or 7. But becaused my feet are so wide, I have to wear size 9 or 10 (in bowling shoes), it sucks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUT, recently I went to Kohl's with my mommy, and I tried on some Red Hightop Chucks, and by God they fit.&lt;br /&gt;When I go to heaven, I am giving God a big ole' hug for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate my feet, don't even get me started on my toes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(If one more person calls them cute, I might kill them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also hate shoe shopping, so I was going out on a limb by just TRYING the shoes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And they fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So now they came in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now I'm wearing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm giddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I have never been happy with shoes before in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for with Sweet Redemption and The Survivor (by the way the Boys are not dead yet. They never will be. SHOES OF STEAL.)&lt;br /&gt;Those damned shoes are getting bronzed.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. I swear they will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to find someone who will bronze my shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Well have a happy night!&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7300752613173502429?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7300752613173502429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7300752613173502429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7300752613173502429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7300752613173502429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8123368760816825878</id><published>2009-03-19T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:19:37.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seth Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Octomom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment Tonight'/><title type='text'>Pop.Pop.Pop.Pop.Pop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I was just happening to be watching ET, Entertainment Tonight, the other day, right before I Turbo Jammed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the crazy lady who had the octuplets was on the show.  She was taking the first two babies of the group of 8 home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I have never been so disgusted in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not at her either.&lt;br /&gt;While I think she's a nut job, and that being addicted to having children is overly weird to me, she is just a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's just a human being.  And I know that sounds weird because you're probably thinking, WHAT THE HELL?! WE'RE ALL HUMAN BEINGS.  But okay, here's what I saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The van she was in was literally being attacked by paparrazzi.  (I don't care if I spelled that wrong.)  Okay, there are babies in this can.  Nearly newborns.  How much of an asshole can you be to attack a car with two new born children just to get a picture of them and their mom who is overly addicted to having kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't care how much of a problem she may have, but I do care that people in this country are so ignorant that they think that it's civilly moral and right to attack a car with new borns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then when she got home, she counldn't even get into her garage because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. The stupid jackasses were still harassing her to a dangerous point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. She was afraid her other children were in the garage and she didn't want them getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. The police who she had called twice already had not shown up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There were litereally people swarming her house, her street, her car, her garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She was trying to get the garage door closed and she just couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The babies were woken up their sleep and they started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The stupid jackasses with the cameras didn't leave until the police showed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was so pissed by just watching that, that it was beyond ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The camera carrying bastards need to be shut down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On a side note: Seth Green is so short that it's beyond cute and makes me giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright I think that's the last one for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8123368760816825878?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8123368760816825878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8123368760816825878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8123368760816825878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8123368760816825878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/poppoppoppoppop.html' title='Pop.Pop.Pop.Pop.Pop.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8555371021704105230</id><published>2009-03-19T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:00:16.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel L. Jackson'/><title type='text'>Whore--and may I add--You Son of A BIIITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Samuel L. Jackson is a movie whore.  He shows up in pretty much any movie where they  need an actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like in the end of Iron Man, where if you wait just after the credits and BAM who shows up...&lt;br /&gt;Samuel L....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then Snakes on a Plane, Black Snake Moan, and oh Jesus I don't even know....like every movie, it seems like you'll make it through the whole movie without seeing the dude, and BAM end of the movie, or perhaps even at the end of the credits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THERE'S SAMUEL L. JACKSON. &lt;br /&gt;I mean I know his movies don't always top the box office, but even if all his movies flopped, just by the amount of movies he even appears in, you'd think that he'd be like one of the richest men in Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That is truly a case that baffles me.  Maybe he gives all his money to charity, that'd be noble of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But, no offense to him, he probably doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then he's in that new Lakeview Terrace movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HOLY DAMNABLE SHITFIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If Samuel L. Jackson was my neighbor in that movie, I'd move to a different country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It doesn't help that he's a cop, no scratch that, a corrupt cop in that movie.  That just makes matters worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha...that's one movie I'm definetly not seeing anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or just anytime....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm out for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jjjjjeeeeennnnnnnnnniiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8555371021704105230?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8555371021704105230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8555371021704105230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8555371021704105230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8555371021704105230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/whore-and-may-i-add-you-son-of-biiitch.html' title='Whore--and may I add--You Son of A BIIITCH'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7304409698734222327</id><published>2009-03-17T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:21:59.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run DMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerosmith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberty Mutual Insurance'/><title type='text'>The More Money You Make, The More Problems You Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I watched American Idol tonight, and I've decided that Randy Jackson is the WHITEST black man I think I have ever seen in my life.  He gives Carlton from The Fresh Prince a run for his money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only I could see Randy Jackson dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's so funny too, because it's almost like Fox pays him to act black, or as black as he can.  I honestly don't think he knows how.  Now don't paint me as some racist because I'm saying this, I really don't want to seem offensive.  I'm not trying to be because honestly I probably have no right to be accusing him of this.  But don't you find it incredibly annoying when he references listening to Nine Inch Nails or wearing spandex while playing guitar for Journey and then in the same sentence he'll use the word "dope" or "dawg" except he'll pronouce it as "dogg" just like the rest of use white folk will be.  He tries to be cool by saying these words but he just comes across as trying to act too hard to prove that he's black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think that Randy Jackson and the rest of us crackers should leave the cool things like sports, slang and talking, and dancing (among many, many other things) to the black people.  They do it wayyyy better than we do.  And sometimes, I wish I didn't dance so foolishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr. Kelso on Scrubs had a squeezie juice....oh I remember the good ole days when Kool-Aid used to have those.  Do they still have the juices like that?  Oh I wish...I'll have to check Shopco (is that with a K or a C) when I go to get more pens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know what commericals I love?  Have you ever seen the Liberty Mutual commercials?  They make me feel like not all humanity sucks the big one and then it makes me want to do something good for someone or like EVERYONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you haven't seen them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMwoexR1evo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMwoexR1evo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iw97CfZtyGw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iw97CfZtyGw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07HJOavucYQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07HJOavucYQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God, if only life, actually people, were actually like that.  The world would be a much, much better place.  Please watch those videos.  Maybe putting those up there will acutally do some good in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, anyways, I was watching a show called The Fuse 20, on well....Fuse, and they were doing the best collaborations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And if Run DMC's and Aerosmith's Walk this way wouldn't have gotten first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd have been pissed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But it was number one. And I was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That collabo is LEGENDARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7304409698734222327?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7304409698734222327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7304409698734222327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7304409698734222327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7304409698734222327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-money-you-make-more-problems-you.html' title='The More Money You Make, The More Problems You Get'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6843751239580217581</id><published>2009-03-15T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:01:41.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV'/><title type='text'>Wake Up, Reality, My dear, dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it true or h ave my eyes decieved me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Real World is on its 22nd season!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Does anyone even watch that show anymore...because as far as I'm aware,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which actually doesn't go far because I don't watch it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;22 seasons. Wow.  Just wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't you think reality TV is going a little overboard nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't even know how I know these things about TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't.  I just happen to know things about pop culture that most people are oblivious to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God, it just gives me a headache just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Survivor is still on. No one watches that anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hell's Kitchen is just the stupidest concept for a TV show I've ever heard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MTV takes the cake though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From TV shows about people's life, i.e. The Hills, The City...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now this Bromance show? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then Made, Next, Date My Mom, and fuck I don't know how many other stupid shows they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever realized that the shows like Next or Date My Mom or the lie detector one have the WORST acting in them ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If someone were to tell me that people actually go on that show and aren't told how to act, then you can shoot me in the foot right now, because that is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in my life! Honestly...the insults, the pick up lines, the cheesy sayings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They all make me want to throw up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm really sick of all those fucking "find love with famous people" show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They are just a gimic. And if you don't agree with me, then you're probably one of those people who gets wrapped up in the gimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And there is NO FUCKING WAY Bret Michaels is looking for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He just wants to fuck a whole bus full of strippers. End of story there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I honestly feel like just talking about this is making me waste my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Television has turned into one big sick joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And it's not a "cool" joke.  I mean disgusting sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6843751239580217581?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6843751239580217581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6843751239580217581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6843751239580217581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6843751239580217581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-reality-my-dear-dear-friend.html' title='Wake Up, Reality, My dear, dear Friend'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-7245464482048349878</id><published>2009-03-15T16:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:19:13.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuzzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.strikegently.com'/><title type='text'>Truth Be Told I'm Lying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel the need to have  a shout out to a fun little website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you like music, movies, TV shows, pretty much anything to entertain you, well except video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then you should really check out this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strikegently.com/"&gt;www.strikegently.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you like a band, chances are they have the band's complete collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They have TV seasons, movies, and pretty much everything else you could imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go check it out. It's worth it. And completely 100% kick ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got a hair cut! Yeah for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I finally gave in and got one of those hoodies/vests with the little fuzzy hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boo to conformity, but I'm cozy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeahhorrayatleastfortoday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite the poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I bet I could make you blush. hahahahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-7245464482048349878?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7245464482048349878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=7245464482048349878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7245464482048349878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/7245464482048349878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/truth-be-told-im-lying.html' title='Truth Be Told I&apos;m Lying...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2257312921450342544</id><published>2009-03-12T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:07:13.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turbo Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew McMahon'/><title type='text'>I'm A Lameassss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know, I know. I'm a complete lame ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. I never update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. I never post what I say I'll post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. I'm a lameass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't really have anymore reasons for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;However, I'm going to try and post things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I sort of promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't fully promise because everytime I promise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, clearly I am a horrible promise keeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On an upside Jack's Mannequin is coming to Summerfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On a downside, I can't go because I don't have tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On another upside, Andrew's movie Dear Jack is supposedly coming out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apparently it was supposed to come out in early 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's still early 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We can all be hopeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I sure am for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't really have anything else to say because I'm sort of hurrying up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants to TurboJam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2257312921450342544?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2257312921450342544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2257312921450342544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2257312921450342544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2257312921450342544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-lameassss.html' title='I&apos;m A Lameassss'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8414335954853824449</id><published>2009-02-28T00:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:15:22.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall Out Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gosh Darn Fashionistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Time Low'/><title type='text'>Fashion Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know what I'm really sick of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When people smash bands for being too concerned with fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First off, how do you really KNOW if someone in a band is obsessed with fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not obsessed with fashion, yet I like to wear clothes that are comfortable and cool looking.&lt;br /&gt;Just because a band looks good with what they were and they carry themselves good while wearing it,&lt;br /&gt;does not mean they are more into fashion than they are into the music they make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of that assumption. And that's exactly wrong with how music is carried nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if we were all just a little more accepting of each other's musical tastes, then maybe there wouldn't be the need to bash every band because they have long hair and OH MY GOD they DIE their hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people die there hair. That doesn't mean shit!&lt;br /&gt;Just because they may die their hair, or grow it out, or wear skinny girl jeans doesn't not mean that care more about what they are wearing when they perform than what they are actually performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly, would you think about that generalization?&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different genres of music wear different genres of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Rappers wear baggy clothes that's probably a lot more expensive that it looks.&lt;br /&gt;Country stars wear...hell I don't actually know. I don't listen to country.&lt;br /&gt;Punks were baggy clothes, and have mohawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I took all these genres of music and picked apart the mannerisms and wardrobe of every single one of them, and completely trashed them for how they look and not how they sound.&lt;br /&gt;Music isn't about looks. And if fans would get that through their thick skulls, maybe a lot of music out there would be a lot more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is: Lay off the bands for what they wear. Just because they have cool shoes, they die their hair, wear skinny jeans, and nice tshirts does NOT mean that they are more obsessed with what they wear than the music they play.&lt;br /&gt;And if they are interested in stuff like fashion, then why can't they go out and just design or wear the clothes they want to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they make music, that means that they are banished to just making music and nothing else?&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God, you people who think these kind of things are soo fucking closed minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, this topic pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to stick up for two bands who have been constantly bashed for these things: All Time Low and Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;One of those bands I normally wouldn't stand up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicians get enough criticism for their jobs and the music they make, don't criticize them on their looks and personalities too.&lt;br /&gt;That's just shallow and low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8414335954853824449?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8414335954853824449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8414335954853824449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8414335954853824449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8414335954853824449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/fashion-police.html' title='Fashion Police'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5347600699188853824</id><published>2009-02-25T18:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:49:57.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bring Me The Horizon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BILLY JOEL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin Hay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oli Sykes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Folds'/><title type='text'>Be Still My Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am in a very acoustic//piano mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And not like Andrew McMahon piano--which is weird for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm talking Ben Folds, Billy Joel, and Colin Hay type stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Check all that shit out. It'll blow your freaking mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I just wanted to say, if I haven't made it apparent already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I suck at updating this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still working on my 2008 year in review...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But hopefully I'll have it soon.&lt;br /&gt;And also, I need to catch up on the music CD project thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so if you enjoy reading those, look for them sometime later this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I may be on the computer a bunch in the near future because of a psych paper that is due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAH. This should be an interesting weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Also, if one more magazine comes out with Bring Me the Horizon on the cover, I may just have to shoot someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am sick and tired of all this bullshit about them being the next big thing.&lt;br /&gt;They are okay, not great.  There is nothing from their sound that sets them apart from any of the other bands out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And plus, Oli Sykes is NOT THAT GOODLOOKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So the next girl who runs by me screaming their head off about how they want to have Oli Sykes babies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I might have to kick in the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK! COME ON PEOPLE! HAVE SOME DIGNITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can actually understand maybe getting a little crazy at a concert, shouting things and whathaveyou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but just being in the hallway at school with your locker open licking the inside of the door where you taped the picture is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah, I've said it before, I'll say it again and again: Put your bras back on and go find your dignity that's hiding in a ridiculously deep lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Slow down you crazy child. You're so ambitious for a juvenile. But then if you're so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5347600699188853824?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5347600699188853824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5347600699188853824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5347600699188853824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5347600699188853824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-still-my-love.html' title='Be Still My Love...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2721423941600495902</id><published>2009-02-16T14:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:04:14.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink 182'/><title type='text'>Cheesy OvergRated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A lot of people don't quite understand the magnitude of Blink 182 getting back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My question is: Why the hell not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me break it down for those poor, unfortunate, ignorant souls who cannot grasp this fact.&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182 was big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps even the start of a new revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's many bands whose influences have impacted the music of today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of them can be traced back as far as the Beatles or even as far as Beethoven and Mozart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Music that stood out and made it's impression on the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bands that come to mind: Nirvana, Guns n Roses, and so many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blink 182, in my mind is one of those bands that stick out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can disagree with me left and right all you want about this, but that fact remains to be disproven from my mind frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blink 182 helped something take off that has been around for nearly 20 years now. And as many fans really don't want to admit it, it's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blink helped emo take off.  I'm not saying they neccessarily started it, because I know before Blink there was music out there that the depressed could listen to to help sooth their soul.  However, the thing about Blink's emo was that it didn't SOUND depressing.  I'm sure if you pick apart the lyrics you can find the hidden meanings of anguish and emotion, but generally Blink's songs sounded happy.  Especially when they started out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When Blink came out with Buddha and Cheshire Cat and Dude Ranch people listened to it thinking "What the fuck is wrong with these guys?!" Here was a new kind of music with a voice that sounds a little too high and nasally to be a guy accompanied with another voice that barely has a melody.  That's what I've heard people say.  They started out writing about songs that revolved around poop, sex, alcohol, and the few other things that traveled through a teenage boys minds.  From breakups to bent weiners they wrote songs about it and made them so damn catchy that they would actually get stuck in your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now the whole emo thing, maybe I overexaggerated a little bit.  Blink 182 really became more emo the more songs albums they put out, but there was always that air of not taking themselves too seriously in their music.  Whether it reflected in the music or the music videos, it was there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More importantly Blink 182 helped kick off the revolution of pop punk.  A lot of people say pop punk doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The definition that comes to mind when you hear "pop" music is the music you hear when you turn on the Top 40 countdown on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The definition that comes to mind when you hear "punk" music is the kind of music you hear that pretty much says "FUCK THE WORLD. I DON'T CARE IF YOU PLAY THIS ON THE RADIO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In essence both definitions are complete contradictories of each other.  To put them together to create a whole new genre of music might seem like madness, but is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blink made pop punk music possible.  They wrote the songs that said "fuck you" but they did it in a way that everyone would like it.  They wrote the punk songs that would get stuck in your head and keep playing themselves over and over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's where the whole "pop" part comes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not saying you have to be a fan, but I'm just asking you to consider that argument.&lt;br /&gt;If Blink 182 wouldn't be around, think of where the music world would be.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of bands out there now are young guys just trying to make a living doing what they love, and not taking themselves too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some don't even take themselves seriously at all.&lt;br /&gt;I respect that a lot. If you do make music what's the point of trying to be all high and mighty about it, when you should be enjoying something that essentially brings joy to other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some people might argue that the music world would be a better place if that kind of music was never around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But do you really believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then so many people would have so many less music options to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;Sure some other band would've probably come around and did SOMETHING close to what Blink did, but you and I both know that it wouldn't be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEnni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-2721423941600495902?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2721423941600495902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=2721423941600495902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2721423941600495902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/2721423941600495902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheesy-overgrated.html' title='Cheesy OvergRated'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6281488585237663944</id><published>2009-02-12T18:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:24:51.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping blows?'/><title type='text'>Child CHild CHidren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been told on countless occasion by many of my friends that shopping with me is much like shopping with a toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I go around the store picking up things the catch my eye and I carry them with me before the person I'm shopping with realizes what I now have in my hands and they make me put it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can go into a store for some tshirts (this is a true example too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I will come out with tshirts, beef jerky, headphones (I have more headphones than one person alone should own.  There's these headphones called "Gummi" and I buy them compusively. That shouldnt' surprise you as I'm sure you know of my...obsessive compulsiveness. I just recently found out that they came out with more colors.  I have the red ones (which are actually rasperry pink or some shit like that...), green (mint), black (actually it's know as olive)...I used to have the light blue ones, but they got old.  Then I found out they have purple, white, and pink, and I got all excited.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also bought a poster board, and 50 square feet of bubble wrap.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I said BUBBLE WRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't tell me I waste my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate shopping, but I like it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the shopping when I go around the store telling whoever I'm with which CD is crap and which CD is good.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But at least I can tell you if the Optimus Prime Voice Changer Helmet is worthwhile buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Which it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm proud to say I can verify that for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6281488585237663944?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6281488585237663944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6281488585237663944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6281488585237663944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6281488585237663944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/child-child-chidren.html' title='Child CHild CHidren'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4612658356730570491</id><published>2009-02-10T21:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:01:32.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Folds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darude'/><title type='text'>Lazy Hazy Woof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today I went to the doctors for my ears, because youknow I have problems that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ha. He told me I should hold off with chewing gum for awhile because that's what causes part of the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SHit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like, I'm already a spaz. Gum controls that somewhat. I'm gonna be a nervous freak not being able to chew gum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ben Folds is coming to the Rave.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! I want to go. Listening to Ben Folds almost makes me feel like a bad ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It feels as legit as if I'd be listening to some hardcare hiphop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I honestly couldn't tell you why though. Maybe its because of Ben's version of "Bitches Ain't Shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As I said, legit. And I never use that word, so that must count for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have pants to wear for tomorrow....hm. That could be fun to improvise with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching three straight hours of Scrubs, and that's a pretty good night.&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to count 6:00 too.&lt;br /&gt;then I watched Scrubs 6:00-7:00.&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:00, 9:00-10:00, and 10:00-11:00.&lt;br /&gt;you can never have enough Scrubs in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to dance with glowsticks to Sandstorm by Darude.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. well later.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4612658356730570491?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4612658356730570491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4612658356730570491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4612658356730570491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4612658356730570491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazy-hazy-woof.html' title='Lazy Hazy Woof'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5470635146962195186</id><published>2009-02-09T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:52:13.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States of Tara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barnes and Noble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoolander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Channel shows and stars'/><title type='text'>Sucky Circumstances: Ridiculous and Laughable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I was at Barnes and Noble the other day with my mom, and I realized something the disturbed me greatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every other book I picked up was about Vampires, and the ones that weren't about vampires sounded incredibly boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In fact most of the books in the teen section sounded incredibly boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE THE TWILIGHT BOOKS DID SO WELL, THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO WRITE ABOUT VAMPIRES. IT IS A OVERDONE, OVERUSED, AND NOW IT IS UNBELIEVABLY CLICHE! STOP USING IT AS YOUR TOPIC WHEN YOU'RE WRITING A BOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I seriously had to get out of there and go to the music because I was getting a headache.&lt;br /&gt;And I never get a headache from Barnes and Noble...&lt;br /&gt;I could marry that store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OH man. It was almost unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was scanning through the books, finding each of them to be hopeless and stupid as the last one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;three girls drinking Starbucks ran into the teen section and B&amp;amp;N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They were about 12-13, from my assumption. They run in right towards the stupid teen magazines that almost always have someone from either High School Musical, Hannah Montana, or the Jonas Brother's on the cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sure you know what magazines I'm talking about. We've all seen them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, they run up and they are giggly like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So of course, being me and not caring if these children think I'm a crazy person or not, I stare at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now let's make a point of this, I can be as immature as the next person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I make fun of one of my best friend's diseases...if that's what epilepsy is...I'm not sure if it's just...like a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I love you Wilson...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still play with bubble, chalk, I climb trees, and play with slip and slides.&lt;br /&gt;I scream down the hallways at school, and die my hands blue from pen in and say I punched a Smurf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can even say I flip off everyone who tailgates my best friend when I drive with her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but what these children did disturbed me to a level I can't even describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They grabbed all of the Teen magazines, and one of them bundled them all up in her arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The others giggling like crack monkeys next to her and she shouts "NO ONE CAN HAVE THESE! THEY ARE ALL MINE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and when these three girls realized I was staring at them like they just swallowed a giraffe and it was still visible when they opened their mouth to scream, they (and I'm not even exaggerating):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They threw the magazines up in the air (well half of them...the other half they tried to stuff back into the magazine slot where they belonged--only to fail epically.), and they all ran away down the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;When I knew that these little monsters were gone, I put the book I was reading away and I walked over to the magazines to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I picked them up. I'm not rude.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm picking them up, it dawned on me why they were freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;On the cover it read: Inside the Twilight movie and cast exlusive! Plus free poster of Robert Pattinson!&lt;br /&gt;There was also a picture of Rob right there on the cover. It was little, and to the side, but it was enough to make these little girls almost have their first orgasm at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, MY GOD! What the hell?! I don't even know what to say, but I know for a fact, as do the rest of the world, that this whole Twilight obsession all these tween girls have is seriously going to far.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at what happened. It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Laughable, sure--of course it is!&lt;br /&gt;But completely unneccessary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...my family is getting a new touch screen computer sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;Should be exciting...&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it's going to end up being like this: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWcb2TFJWcc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWcb2TFJWcc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ironic that Ben Stiller looks like a monkey usually, then in this certain scene in Zoolander, acts like a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think there's some form of irony there.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Sleep on that thought.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Watch the United States of Tara if you have Showtime. I think it's a really good show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5470635146962195186?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5470635146962195186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5470635146962195186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5470635146962195186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5470635146962195186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/sucky-circumstances-ridiculous-and.html' title='Sucky Circumstances: Ridiculous and Laughable'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-1782176570720946772</id><published>2009-02-08T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:48:07.764-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink 182'/><title type='text'>HOLY FUCK!</title><content type='html'>This has got to be one of the greatest moments in music, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;And just about every single pop-punk band that has ever been influenced by this certain band.&lt;br /&gt;I mean just, FUCK YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182 is back.&lt;br /&gt;This is so important that I didn't even resize the font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave up hope that this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;I always held on that chance that they would get back together.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told me, "Jenni, don't be stupid, Axl Rose has a better chance of passing a test that deems him sane."&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to say, I'm speechless,&lt;br /&gt;ecstatic,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't feel my toes and fingers,&lt;br /&gt;I am numb with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a good year ladies and gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;Just for this,&lt;br /&gt;a new post every single day for the rest of the month.&lt;br /&gt;And I will hold to that promise.&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit,&lt;br /&gt;truly, an amazing, and an unforgettable night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bulletins on Myspace posted about Blink's reunion: 10.&lt;br /&gt;so far, expect more, I'm expecting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-1782176570720946772?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1782176570720946772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=1782176570720946772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1782176570720946772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1782176570720946772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-fuck.html' title='HOLY FUCK!'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-3368206064380699069</id><published>2009-01-31T00:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:15:45.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Providence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bayside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Gaslight Anthem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Envy on the Coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Against Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3OH 3'/><title type='text'>Distraction::SADF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To take a break from all the CD project.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to list the bands I've been really into in the beginning of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The music section in my profile currently says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jack's Mannequin, Blink 182, Motion City Soundtrack, Something Corporate, Family Force 5, and TransSiberian Orchestra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And while Andrew McMahon and Blink will always be in my heart as my favorites of all time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been misleading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean, yeah, I listen to all those bands, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think that's really what my favorites are year round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;except for--like I said--Andrew and Blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So here are my current favorites that you should check out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Against Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-A Gaslight Anthem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Bayside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Kay Kay and His Weathered Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Envy on the Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-nevershoutnever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-This Providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This list will change every couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you should check all of those bands out, because they are excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just got really tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had a trying week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not to mention the most confusing week of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Things to look for from me this weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-CD Project Day #3, 4, and 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-2008 Year Review--I promise this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-maybe some random babbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go see Mall Cop. I saw it twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't let people tell you it was stupid,&lt;br /&gt;It makes you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JENNI(suckit)PERDZOCk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-3368206064380699069?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3368206064380699069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=3368206064380699069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3368206064380699069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3368206064380699069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/distractionsadf.html' title='Distraction::SADF'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-6393453241820088602</id><published>2009-01-27T22:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:47:23.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We The Kings'/><title type='text'>CD Project Day #2: We The Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Freshmen have brought forth their biggest downfall in the history of getting their asses kicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it will be epic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had a good day today, little spazzy...here you go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD:&lt;/strong&gt; We The Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; We The Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Listing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. "Secret Valentine" - 3:28&lt;br /&gt;2. "Skyway Avenue" - 3:26&lt;br /&gt;3. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Check Yes Juliet" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Check_Yes_Juliet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Check Yes Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 3:40&lt;br /&gt;4. "Stay Young" - 2:49&lt;br /&gt;5. "Whoa" - 2:37&lt;br /&gt;6. "August Is Over" - 3:16&lt;br /&gt;7. "The Quiet" - 3:12&lt;br /&gt;8. "Don't Speak Liar" - 3:01&lt;br /&gt;9. "Headlines Read Out..." - 3:14&lt;br /&gt;10. "All Again for You" - 3:06&lt;br /&gt;11. "This Is Our Town" - 2:29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unlike yesterday, I rather enjoyed this CD. It didn't make me want to chop my foot off, but at the same time, it didn't make me jump for joy and scream, "OH MY GOD! THIS CD IS FANTASTIC! " Because it's not. Let's be honest, while the songs are actually catchy enough to get stuck in your head, and you actually enjoy them getting stuck in your head, they are also very repetitive. Don't get me wrong, there are certain parts of songs on this CD where they do it damned near flawlessly. Like the bridge in almost every song on the CD, or the build up from piano to guitar in "This Is Our Town". However, there are also things on this CD that are not impressive and, frankly, sloppy and need work done. For example, the beginning to a lot of songs sound the same, even with a little differences, the guitar sounds all mashed together to create the same general sound. This isn't neccessarily a bad thing, because clearly if they are still creating catchy music that people like to listen to, it works for them. While this CD may not have gotten sickening over the course of just one day, I can see this CD getting old after two or three days, and definitely four days. It's a good CD, but not a great CD. It IS their first CD, but since I didn't cut RJA any slack for their first CD, I won't cut We The Kings any slack either...I don't want to be made out as biased...(just wait until I write what I think about anything Andrew McMahon has touched...dammit...) To get back to the point, though, I love this band. They are fun, great live, and "We The Kings" has catchy lyrics that people can relate to on a non-emo level. And that's what I like. Whoever said that music had to be relatable so that the lyrics showed the inner thoughts of people who want to slit their wrists was full of shit. No one wants to hear those kind of lyrics, and WTK does NOT write those kind of songs. Their songs are catchy little pop songs that make you want to dance and jump around. I guarantee you, anyone who has this CD will look back 20 years from now and play it, and think they were a careless teenager just doing whatever the hell they wanted and having the time of their lives. I like that, and I admire that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Songs:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Skyway Avenue, Stay Young, Headlines Read Out..., Don't Speak Liar, This Is Our Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Danke Gleikfalls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-6393453241820088602?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6393453241820088602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=6393453241820088602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6393453241820088602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/6393453241820088602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/cd-project-day-2-we-kings.html' title='CD Project Day #2: We The Kings'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-3144732601372827134</id><published>2009-01-26T18:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:45:12.507-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t You Fake It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><title type='text'>CD Project Day #1: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I'm starting this new "project" I guess you could call it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What it is, is I'm going to go through all my CDs, not mixes, but any full album or EP that I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I'm going to listen to it for the entire day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which usually implies the ride to and from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm starting with the first CD in my big CD case, and I'm going from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today was day #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After listening to the CD for the day, I'm going to put my review and opinions of the CD up on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if they offend, I'm sorry, too bad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So here goes nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't You Fake It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Track Listing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. "In Fate's Hands" - 3:27&lt;br /&gt;2. "Waiting" - 2:56&lt;br /&gt;3. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="False Pretense" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_Pretense"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;False Pretense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 2:27&lt;br /&gt;4. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Face Down (song)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Face_Down_(song)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Face Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 3:10&lt;br /&gt;5. "Misery Loves Its Company" - 3:14&lt;br /&gt;6. "Cat and Mouse" - 3:28&lt;br /&gt;7. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Damn Regret" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damn_Regret"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn Regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 2:44&lt;br /&gt;8. "Atrophy" - 3:16&lt;br /&gt;9. "Seventeen Ain't So Sweet" - 3:20&lt;br /&gt;10. "Justify" - 3:26&lt;br /&gt;11. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Your Guardian Angel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Your_Guardian_Angel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" - 3:51 + 1:30 silence&lt;br /&gt;12. "The Grim Goodbye" (Hidden Track) - 7:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The blue ones are the ones with videos made by the band.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Review: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Redjumpsuit Apparatus, I do, but only to a certain extent. I never realized how utterly...normal this album was until I listened to it today, and trust me, listening to this CD for more than once through in a day, hell I'm sure even in a week, would make anyone want to shoot themselves. Honestly, I felt like I was trapped in a box with nothing to listen to but this CD. I kept searching through my bag thinking THERE MUST BE ANOTHER CD IN HERE. I was about to burn this album, and not in the cool "hey, dude you have that CD...wanna burn it for me" kind of way. The "I'm going to throw this CD in a fire so no one has to listen to this hell ever again." Now this is going to sound harsh, and I'm sure it does. But on my way back from school, and listening to this CD, the rating for this CD's review went from a 3, to a 2.5, to a 1.5 REALLY FAST. It has it's good parts. The reason why I bought this CD was because I had heard "Cat and Mouse" and saw the video for "Face Down" on Fuse MONTHS before it even got airplay. ( I bought this CD the week it came out, and that was when no one had even heard of RJA.) I liked it. The first time I ever heard "Your Guardian Angel", I nearly cried. But, today, the more I listened to this CD, the more I got to thinking how under par this CD actually was. Ronnie's voice has absolutely no range, and while it sounds nice, it also sounds the same--song after song after song after song after song...and you get the idea. Not to mention, the guitar riffs sound like they are trying way to hard to be posthardcore or something like that. Then, my least favorite part, there's the screaming. The unneccessary, trying-to-hard screaming. It makes me want to vomit. I honestly get a sick feeling in my stomach when I think about it, so I'm not going to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, the thought that came to my mind was "wow, ripping off Chiodos a little bit? ey?" That may be extreme, and I'm sure it is. But after listening to this CD for the whole day two things became 100% apparent to me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will not be listening to that CD again for at least two years.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will not be buying anymore RJA CDs. If I'm that interested, I'll just have my brother download them.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for being harsh, but yeah, sick feeling in my stomach is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Songs on CD:&lt;br /&gt;Face Down, Damn Regret, Cat and Mouse, Guardian Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&amp;amp;lovE&lt;br /&gt;Jenni Perdzock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-3144732601372827134?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3144732601372827134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=3144732601372827134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3144732601372827134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3144732601372827134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/cd-project-day-1.html' title='CD Project Day #1: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-1333251450060607928</id><published>2009-01-26T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:38:27.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kick Me In The Mouth'/><title type='text'>I know, I know, I suck. You can Kick Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I apologize for NOT having the 2008 review up.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know I've apologized before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But to the few people who actually read this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;especially Monica, who lets me know that she reads it by her silly lil comments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard to get all the 2008 stuff together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I'm sorry. I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll have it by the end of this week, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Promise, promise, promise, promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just promised like 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, I hope that's good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an excellent mood lately.&lt;br /&gt;I feel..I don't know...like nothing can go bad.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New post--right away...it's a twofer today.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;JENNI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-1333251450060607928?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1333251450060607928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=1333251450060607928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1333251450060607928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/1333251450060607928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-i-know-i-suck-you-can-kick-me.html' title='I know, I know, I suck. You can Kick Me.'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-5054536856273000863</id><published>2009-01-21T22:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:33:58.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecil B. Demented'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nickelback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew McMahon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zubaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Coherency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing in this world ever makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;What happens happens, for reasons unknown to basically everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Almost everything that happens, that is unexplained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is beyond our control, so we shouldn't worry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But we do?&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things don't make sense...&lt;br /&gt;Like?&lt;br /&gt;well here's some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why in the world do I like the new Nickelback song (Gotta Be Somebody), when I outright bash Nickelback for being what I like to call hockey puck rock, which means that pretty much all of their songs, sound the same?  Let me just say one thing on the matter--Damn you Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do people think Katy Perry has a good fashion sense?  I'm just not seeing it, but that's coming from a girl who still wears Zubaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Why does the movie Cecil B. Demented intrigues me?  It's one of the most terrible movies I've ever known to be created, yet if its on, I'll watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Who framed Roger Rabbit?  (Sorry, I just watched the movie and felt like putting that in there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Why do I type these stupid, pointless posts that barely anyone reads, when I should be studying for my exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why do people doubt themselves so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Why is Andrew McMahon so incredibly saintlike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why does every high stressed situation in high school seem to involve someone trying to help you by getting high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  How is it possible I used 'high' so many times in a sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Why I keep telling the people I will post things, but it takes me forever and a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. These questions...&lt;br /&gt;will most likely never be answered.&lt;br /&gt;However, if you think you're all knowing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.Perdzock.Adorableness.Extroidinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Intense games of Uno make me lightheaded.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S..or P.P.S. (I'm not sure which one...) By the way--2008 Review=Friday, or you can kick me in the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-5054536856273000863?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5054536856273000863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=5054536856273000863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5054536856273000863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/5054536856273000863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/coherency.html' title='Coherency'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-8523164899219743667</id><published>2009-01-18T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:42:50.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plentyoffish.com'/><title type='text'>My Moment of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been studying my ass off for my AP Psych test,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I think my brain might explode if I study anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never study for tests, I don't know what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x     x  _         _   x   x&lt;br /&gt;/\/\ //         &lt;a&gt;\\/\/\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____              _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. those are supposed to be hands.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cool, which is why I wasted time creating a post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and another reason I wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;Was to say, I'm a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an add for plentyoffish.com&lt;br /&gt;and what goes on in my mind?:&lt;br /&gt;plenty offish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are offish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;even though I've had quite enough for this past week.&lt;br /&gt;yeah! for blistering cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, promise, promise this week sometime, I'll write my best of 2008,&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy though, doing what I can't exactly say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;God knows I need it.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goofy,wide grins galore! three cheers to existenialism!&lt;br /&gt;_/3/\//\/;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-8523164899219743667?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8523164899219743667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=8523164899219743667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8523164899219743667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/8523164899219743667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-moment-of-truth.html' title='My Moment of Truth'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-3107815544706037088</id><published>2009-01-16T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:57:02.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beethoven'/><title type='text'>I love Beethoven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Beethoven was the first composer who never had an official court position, thus the first known freelance musician. Born in 1770, he grew up poor, but published his first work at age 12. By age 20 he was famous. He often sold the same score to six or seven different publishers simultaneously, and demanded unreasonably large fees for the simplest work. He was short, stocky, dressed badly, didn't like to bath, lived in squalor, used crude language, openly conducted affairs with married women, and had syphilis. Beethoven was deaf when he composed his Ninth Symphony."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHA. Dude was a player.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he didn't like to bath, I would've hung out with him...&lt;br /&gt;as long as I didn't catch his syphillis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This seems like the perfect opportunity to post my Beethoven story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Final Night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe its around midnight, but I can't be for sure. My eyes are useless at this time and I'm not even going to attempt to look at the large grandfather clock that has always been sitting to the left of my piano.&lt;br /&gt;My piano.The one thing in my life that has never left, never scolded, never died, never ceased to stop playing as it lies beneath my fingers. The music it always played so sweetly for me put me at peace.But now, I can feel my fingers moving over the delicated keys, but I can hear close to nothing.How am I supposed to die in peace if I can't hear the wonderful music that is being guided and directed by my own fingers?The music was always that one thing that soothed my anger, made me happy, cured my depression that I had rather frequently.  Everyone always asked me why I spent day in and day out on my piano. Some thought I was drunk, and of those few were many of them telling me to get help for my alcoholism. But I was never drunk, and though the occasional beer is always nice while sitting here playing whatever ensemble of notes pops in my head, beer never gets me as drunk as my music does.Never.I have never once experienced that drowning effect of happiness most people claim is the best feeling in the world.  They say it can only happen, that feeling of happiness, with alcohol.I beg to differ, and I know it sounds cliche, but I suppose most people would not understand.Because the moment the music starts and hits my ears, its like the room begins to spin, my legs stumble so I can barely hold myself up to stand, and sometimes I even see double. Without that music raging inside me, that feeling of happiness would never come.Without the notes, the melodies, the harping sound of a symphony being played in a big crowd, I would have nothing.Nothing comes close to my love for music, as bad or as selfish as that may sound.I always put music before everything. Before my wife, my family, my friends, and more importantly, myself.The neccessity I've alway had of hearing music, playing music ruined a lot of relationships I had, but it never seemed to stop me or make me change my priorities. Sometimes it seemed I didn't even care.And that's because I didn't.I didn't care.The only thing I ever needed was music. Almost everyone I've met thought I was mad, and those who didn't quickly changed their minds, because when I was in that mood of determination, the mood that made me determined to finish another masterpiece, I would stop at nothing to get what I wanted.Everything had to sound right.It was everything to me.I was never an alcoholic.I was never a mad man.I was merely a musician in love with the music I make, and that will not end until I have gasped my final breath of air.&lt;br /&gt;I know that time will be coming soon. I can feel my lungs caving in, and the room getting colder. My sight weakens, and my hearing deafens me more than anything. Nothing is louder than a room of silence when you know there is music playing.But I can't hear anything.I sit here, not happy, but lonely, knowing I am playing everything I have, and I cannot hear it for the last time I will ever play it.I cannot die in peace knowing that I cannot hear that which soothes my soul.My music.A sudden presence of someone, something else in the room makes me know that my time is over.Death itself is sitting in the room listening to my frantic playing, knowing I cannot hear a single note.It's deafening, and soon my fingers stop playing, the room stops spinning, but nothing is at peace.&lt;br /&gt;I did not die in peace.But maybe one day, I'll be able to know someone did die in peace while listening to my fifth.Maybe someday, I'll be more than an alcoholic.More than a madman.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, Ludwig van Beethoven, will be known as one of the greatest musicians to ever roam this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-3107815544706037088?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3107815544706037088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=3107815544706037088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3107815544706037088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/3107815544706037088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-beethoven.html' title='I love Beethoven...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4139298352098043790</id><published>2009-01-16T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:58:20.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit Son I don&apos;t know'/><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think for the first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I actually have nothing to say, or talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm thinking about right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I'm thinking of the fact that I don't think I have any thoughts so I'm trying to think of thoughts to think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's a puzzling statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I ate some Kix?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No. Lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shit man I'm gonna go watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll write my 2008 year in review after I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get on that if I really want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;My computer is hissing at me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4139298352098043790?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4139298352098043790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4139298352098043790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4139298352098043790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4139298352098043790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-4633848677015105112</id><published>2009-01-12T19:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:00:43.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beethoven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Allen Poe'/><title type='text'>Well...Fuckin Allllllrigh'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just made a playlist on my itunes that has way too much Lil Jon and other rap that a white girl like me should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yesterday, an idea popped in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes it's ANOTHER idea for a book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and might I add, since the new year has started, I have gotten a wonderful start on my other book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of them is yet to be written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want Wilson's help with that....COUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Caddyshack and 80's karyookeeeeeeeeeeeee day? yes I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't remember how to spell kareokee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wow, that usually doesn't happen to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So this new idea, I don't know if I'll turn it into a book.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably write the premise of it sometime this week, so I have the ideas written down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From what I was thinking of, it's rather...morbid.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks, because I don't really want to write about things like death and dying that are all emo and crap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it seems like anytime I try to write anything else, it turns to crap and just sounds like a memoir or some shit like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But this idea is...particularily...creepy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decide to write it as a short story, I'll just post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;Kay? sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of short stories,&lt;br /&gt;I might post my Beethoven story on here just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;I love that short story so much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll write a book of morbid short stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Edgar Allen Poe, except I don't want to be like Poe..&lt;br /&gt;for reason I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I also wanted to add that I'll be writing my 2008 year in review post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll only have precalc homework, so it shouldn't be that difficult to negoiate.&lt;br /&gt;Semester is ending.&lt;br /&gt;Next semester doesn't look so bleak, and that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a no on the German just in case you were wondering Wilson, yaolesonovabitch.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. Iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you too.&lt;br /&gt;Ennnnnnnnijay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE MARK, TOM, AND TRAVIS SHOW :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I don't know if any of you watched the Rock of Love Charm School, but at the reunion, Sharon Osbourne beat the shit out of that bitchy blonde stick, Megan, and it was the coolest thing I've ever seen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5eY3_iTeJc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5eY3_iTeJc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749088430177182323-4633848677015105112?l=jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4633848677015105112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7749088430177182323&amp;postID=4633848677015105112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4633848677015105112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749088430177182323/posts/default/4633848677015105112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaperscreepersspaz.blogspot.com/2009/01/wellfuckin-allllllrigh.html' title='Well...Fuckin Allllllrigh&apos;'/><author><name>Sprinkles and the Gun Brigade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04326589005048769477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swwFCqgG8R0/TYaxgeKwlPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NKihVAAN-JA/s220/027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749088430177182323.post-2070612698662397364</id><published>2009-01-12T19:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:24:37.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink 182'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret Life of the American Teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky Boys Confusion'/><title type='text'>The Secret Life of an American Washwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How interesting of a show would that be?&lt;br /&gt;To see how some old lady washes her blouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the tricky episodes would deal with stains....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So the Secret Life of the American Teenager is the most disfuctional television show I have ever seen that doesn't really seem like anyone on the show takes serisously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, me and my mom...sort of got sucked in. But the majority of the show is spent staring at the TV, jaw dropped, and wondering how stupider you could get...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But in all honesty, do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The actors on that show look like they're about to burst out laughing at any random point in the show.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always has a smirk on their face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's like, "WAIT...You're pregnant...at 15? 15 and....preg....gers? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can see how that would be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&l
