<?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-5362929990423274313</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:37:53.207-06:00</updated><category term='Reality'/><category term='deadringer'/><category term='privacy policy'/><category term='burnout'/><category term='God'/><category term='epiphany'/><category term='playstation'/><category term='paradise'/><category term='bored'/><category term='happy'/><category term='james'/><category term='star wars clone wars'/><category term='website'/><category term='sex and the city'/><category term='nine inch nails'/><category term='yay'/><category term='direct'/><category term='city'/><category term='muse'/><category term='html'/><category term='tattoo shop'/><category term='colors'/><category term='3'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='love'/><category term='Religion'/><title type='text'>It's Amie!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-797453922278293655</id><published>2009-04-07T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:34:55.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>What is Reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quoting: http://www.trans4mind.com/personal_development/Philos/indexReality.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Have you ever thought you heard something, but there was nothing     there? Have you ever thought you saw someone in the corner of your eye, and when you     looked there was no person there? Have you ever looked at an illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and been     deceived that one line was longer than the other, but really it wasn't? When you look down     from a high building on people, do they appear small like ants? Aren't there thousands of     occasions when we do mis-perceive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If we are wrong on some occasions, for example, from a height     people look the size of ants, is it not possible that we are always deceived? Logical     necessity requires the answer: Yes, to this question. It is possible that things as we     perceive them are not that way at all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Now, my question is... what if what we think is our Reality is not at all. What if what you're reading right now is fake. I am fake, You are fake, your car is fake. What if 'The Creator' is just that... a Creator? &lt;/span&gt;Christianity, Mormonism, Buddhism, Jehovah's Witnesses, Muslim, Judaism... these are all man-made beliefs. What if what we think is our Savior was actually a Creator. Not in the sense of they hear every murmur and hum of a prayer, but in the sense of they made us, we are an experiment.  Or, we are one of thousands of creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like Parallel Universes, no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Universes. Different Realities. Different Faces... or the Same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Fiction has been just that since the dawn of man. But, what if someone was clued into what was Reality and what was Fiction, and we are too bogged down with what we "know" to think anything more of it. A writer can say, "Yes, it's a nice piece of fiction" but what if he doesn't realize it may not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; fiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly the Bible was written by Omnipotent Circumstances, as if God whispered truths to man to be documented. What about today? Can't man be influenced by God today? Or is this jsut something God doesn't do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;? By no means am I denying the Bible's ability to be a nice story, with good intentions, but even now, there are parts of this book that are severe and cruel as if God was unjust and hated us. Is this the way to believe your life is? Is this morally correct? Are we to fear a god and at the same time feel comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Bible is just a nice book. I believe if there is a God, he or they want us to be happy in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, I do not believe there is just one God. I believe in the Creator(s). I believe we are an intertwined, intermingled web of intricacies, designed to have a purpose, or not to have a purpose... I haven't thought that through yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I think we are all a set of pre-conceived ideas from far greater beings than us. I'm not talking about aliens. Just something more.... something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there are stages of Life. Not in the literal sense like childhood, teen years, etc. I'm talking about when this Life ends, what's next? I think you go on into the Ether, become something more. What if Life is a joke? Or an experiment? Or a Science Project? Obviously, if something or someone made us, they have to be considerably smarter than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Einstein, that's great. Who made Einstein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are made "in the image" or our Creator, what does the Creator or Creators look like? Like us? Are they a counterpart or extension of us?  Are we an extension of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if someone or something could pull the plug at ANY moment on what Life is? Would we still try to kill each other? It is in our nature to destroy ourselves. We are Masochists and Sadists all rolled into one entity.  If so, who or what made our nature? Are they Sadists as well? Do they enjoy putting tiny entities such as ourselves through so much pain, anger, hate, love, joy, angst, frustration, contemplation, ecstasy, despair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this Life mean if it's a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to know anything about anything. I just feel passionately about this. I believe we are on one level of consciousness and there are many. Once this Life is over, I believe there is another, whether derived from ancient 'prophesies' or religions. I believe religion was spawned from the great and overwhelming knowledge there is something more. We have just abused the power to influence others for our gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is a sham. A hoax to feed into the frenzy of needing to know what's out there, what's beyond our knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, on the other hand, is not a sham. God is God, whether God is Buddah, Allah, Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;Krishna, Aten, Ra, Yahweh, Abraxas, Deus, or just God. It all means the same thing. Embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The end will never truly be the end, only an intermission to something far greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I know for sure. &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/5362929990423274313-797453922278293655?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/797453922278293655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=797453922278293655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/797453922278293655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/797453922278293655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-reality.html' title='What is Reality?'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-5431030975658717700</id><published>2009-03-26T13:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:54:26.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Band Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScvJqTtWBUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wcKGovj0lPQ/s1600-h/muse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317565513723151682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScvJqTtWBUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wcKGovj0lPQ/s200/muse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am so in love with Muse. I'd discovered them a few years back, but never really got into them. I found their new CD "Black Holes &amp;amp; Revelations" and realized how freaking fantastic they are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now... I am deeply passionate about Muse and all their musical efforts. Mmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, James is much nicer than he was a few days ago. I'm kind of freaked out about how everything went REALLY bad and then went good suddenly. Well, not suddenly. It took a few conversations to get back to normal. Just a nice little update for the bored and well-informed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScvMIK-W_hI/AAAAAAAAACA/VNQTz3oPrwc/s1600-h/February.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317568225797930514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScvMIK-W_hI/AAAAAAAAACA/VNQTz3oPrwc/s200/February.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know if you can color a ferret's hair? You know, like a poodle? Maybe not. I guess that's why Google is there. To answer stupid questions! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Landlord called. Damn it. I hate paying rent, mainly because my house is a falling down mess. It's nearly 70 years old with very little modifications. I might find another house soon. I dunno yet. I'll look around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362929990423274313-5431030975658717700?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.muse.mu/index.php' title='The Best Band Ever'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5431030975658717700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=5431030975658717700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/5431030975658717700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/5431030975658717700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-band-ever.html' title='The Best Band Ever'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScvJqTtWBUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wcKGovj0lPQ/s72-c/muse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-381122843516269274</id><published>2009-03-24T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:06:33.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Day, Isn't It?</title><content type='html'>My sex life is fine. James' on the other hand is not, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decides (out of the blue) to post on Myspace in the Mood Status Box: James's sex life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. News to me. Few things tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck did you write that on MYSPACE? Why couldn't you come to me privately and discuss? I would have prefered you came to me PRIVATELY! What the fuck possessed you to be so hateful publicly? What have I done to you (or not done, for that matter)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly: FUCK YOU. I... am... great. You... are... not. I don't know why because you never talk to me about anything. I talked to you about this... about being alone all the time even when you are there. You never open up to me. You never tell me how you feel. You never do ANYTHING! You just throw emotions at me like I'm a mind-reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A MIND READER! TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL OR DON'T. JUST DON'T POST THIS BULLSHIT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. Again, I say: Fuck You James. You don't even know how hurtful or embarrassing this is. You never will, because no one will ever break that stupid barrier you have up all the time. It doesn't make you a better person to be closed off. It makes you cold and hard and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you loved me. If you did, you would know what this would do to me... and you wouldn't have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your continuing support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362929990423274313-381122843516269274?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/381122843516269274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=381122843516269274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/381122843516269274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/381122843516269274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice-day-isnt-it.html' title='Nice Day, Isn&apos;t It?'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-7038022091822076919</id><published>2009-03-23T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:32:19.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burnout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playstation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>Burnout Paradise City</title><content type='html'>I just purchased the Time Savers Unlock and the Legendary Cars Pack for PlayStation 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get trophies for unlocking the already unlocked cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to progress through the game to receive these trophies of course, but it's not like other unlockable games where you're screwed after the download and you can't continue and save your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a profound epiphany on Saturday. I realized Life is actually so simple. You don't have to struggle to survive. You can just survive. Sure it's nice to have things to make you happy, but most of these things aren't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to be happy, but honestly, have we really come to this point in our existence that we need STUFF to feel good? What happened to kicking it in the grass and watching the clouds go by? If I could go outside (and it wasn't raining cats &amp;amp; dogs) I would hang out and do nothing for 5 minutes. That's a great rejuvenator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362929990423274313-7038022091822076919?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/7038022091822076919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=7038022091822076919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/7038022091822076919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/7038022091822076919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/burnout-paradise-city.html' title='Burnout Paradise City'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-8225803572719190645</id><published>2009-03-23T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:22:05.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james'/><title type='text'>Muse</title><content type='html'>Oh my God, I love Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got James to like Muse too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new thrill too! I can't tell. I'd give too much away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362929990423274313-8225803572719190645?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8225803572719190645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=8225803572719190645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/8225803572719190645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/8225803572719190645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/muse.html' title='Muse'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-8545248877122037887</id><published>2009-03-23T09:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:40:02.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='html'/><title type='text'>My Website...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is so done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.directcolors.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go, see, enjoy the professionalism. I am quite pleased with myself. I think I'll make another one just for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362929990423274313-8545248877122037887?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/8545248877122037887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=8545248877122037887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/8545248877122037887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/8545248877122037887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-website.html' title='My Website...'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-6756058639031674019</id><published>2008-08-18T10:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:33:16.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine inch nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars clone wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><title type='text'>Nine Inch Nails Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/SKmUwbM3RNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3m-dXWJmZwg/s1600-h/nin-v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235879601451254994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/SKmUwbM3RNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3m-dXWJmZwg/s200/nin-v1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh My God, the Nine Inch Nails concert was so much fun. This was my first concert and I enjoyed it so much!!! It was like watching a bunch of live music videos. Oh I had so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235880230880340594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/SKmVVEAc6nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2fJmedFVVck/s200/sex+and+the+city.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also saw Sex And The City yesterday. I want my $1.50 back. It was okay, but like a long season finale. It could have been much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/SKmVgFvqEzI/AAAAAAAAABA/sazFcnE45i4/s1600-h/star_wars_clone_wars_poster+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235880420325331762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/SKmVgFvqEzI/AAAAAAAAABA/sazFcnE45i4/s200/star_wars_clone_wars_poster+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I saw Star Wars Clone Wars last night too. It was GREAT! Every scene looked like it had been hand painted and then animated. The backgrounds were amazing. The story was great. Everyone should go see this movie!!! I am really pleased with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362929990423274313-6756058639031674019?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/6756058639031674019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=6756058639031674019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/6756058639031674019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/6756058639031674019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2008/08/nine-inch-nails-concert.html' title='Nine Inch Nails Concert'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/SKmUwbM3RNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3m-dXWJmZwg/s72-c/nin-v1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-5981606991054939714</id><published>2008-08-15T09:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:39:25.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine inch nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadringer'/><title type='text'>Nine Inch Nails Concert TONIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k29/ox0angel5xo/nine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k29/ox0angel5xo/nine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Life is good. I am going to see Nine Inch Nails tonight with my best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am REALLY excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm really new to the blogging stuff, but I'll do my best to stay updated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm at work just waiting to be done so I can go, get ready and get out the door by 5. James wants to go buy clothes before we go, and I've got stuff to do too. We are going to split and he'll head to the mall and I'll go to Trina's house. Hopefully everything will be done quickly, and Louis &amp;amp; Trina can get out of the Tattoo Shop before someone pops in for a Nostril Piercing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am really, really excited about this!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5362929990423274313-5981606991054939714?l=amiethatsme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/feeds/5981606991054939714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5362929990423274313&amp;postID=5981606991054939714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/5981606991054939714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5362929990423274313/posts/default/5981606991054939714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiethatsme.blogspot.com/2008/08/nine-inch-nails-concert-tonight.html' title='Nine Inch Nails Concert TONIGHT!'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490587514470675044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__llTIAm_uBQ/ScefkqsPKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mno5SFiLHsg/S220/Miss+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362929990423274313.post-100094011359519513</id><published>2008-01-01T13:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:29:05.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privacy policy'/><title type='text'>Privacy Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Privacy Policy for www.amiethatsme.blogspot.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you require any more information or have any questions about our privacy policy, please feel free to contact us by email at atrguard-privacy@yahoo.om.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At www.amiethatsme.blogspot.com, the privacy of our visitors is of extreme importance to us. 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