<?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-8596186909381930890</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:12:46.139-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Work'/><category term='School Facutly'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='The Brotherhood'/><category term='You The Viewers'/><category term='Music'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>High School Hero</title><subtitle type='html'>The Brotherhood, High School, Girls, Work, Sports and Life. All Explained. No Filter. Just Honesty.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-7010220269528658017</id><published>2009-07-14T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:31:12.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I am re-launching my blog under a different name. The new blog will be less of a rant of miscellaneous stuff. If you want my new blog's name email me at myspace or comment here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-7010220269528658017?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/7010220269528658017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/07/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7010220269528658017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7010220269528658017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/07/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-7409201048644018347</id><published>2009-06-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:05:25.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Chilled off the Ice</title><content type='html'>Ahh Man, Life just not fair! Our school is cutting down on the number of classmates. Which is pretty cold (hence the title). I was doing well in school and happen to forget the people around me failing. I wish there was something to do, but I cannot. On a light note I'm going on a cruise with some of my friends which is going to be fun. I had an issue with my passport tho. But that is fix, I have the worst luck in the world. Things are going well with me and Kendra, she gets me. Thats another reason I'm chilled and laid back for summer (hence the title). But WOW I'm a senior and I can't wait to drive ahh. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-7409201048644018347?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/7409201048644018347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/06/chilled-off-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7409201048644018347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7409201048644018347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/06/chilled-off-ice.html' title='Chilled off the Ice'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-7442129097819039682</id><published>2009-05-26T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:43:15.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>What's up! It's been a while. I am bored as hell at home I've been volunteering and sleeping, how fun. I am also unemployed for the summer the F.O. will pick back up this fall. I am going on a cruise soon so that should be fun. You know what I take that back I've been talking with Kendra (GF) these past couple of days we have plans to hang out this summer before she goes to camp. I'm now looking for a job so that I can get some summer income. With I get a job I plan on getting a gym membership and working out this summer. But, till that happens I'm stuck at home watching reruns of tv shows like Land of the Lost, which is pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-7442129097819039682?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/7442129097819039682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7442129097819039682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7442129097819039682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-8194355433565407515</id><published>2009-04-17T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:29:55.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Been a long time</title><content type='html'>What's up people it's been long time since I wrote up here, a lot of things have happened. I found out that girl 1 and girl 2 both like me. But since girl 1 put me on the back burner, I'm going to chill out with girl 2. Me and girl 2 are going to prom together. I finally finished my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; paper. Yep I'll get my grade sometime next week. Girl 2 has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actin&lt;/span&gt; pretty cool, before she was quit now she smiles cheek to cheek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I speak.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running for VP which is a lot because I am a shy person. I hope I win, I'm going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; this monster named Jam. She pretty popular.&lt;br /&gt;I'm am also doing journalism our first issue will be out this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Catch you guys up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-8194355433565407515?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/8194355433565407515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/8194355433565407515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/8194355433565407515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-3198866074525913061</id><published>2009-02-23T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:32:27.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Bitchassness pt. 3</title><content type='html'>Well fools out there, Ah I will not be in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; because I will be off finally, so I am writing this kind of early. I already put up most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continuous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bitchassness&lt;/span&gt; people at my school (R.A.N &amp;amp; N. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harris&lt;/span&gt;) lately they have been figuretively shitting up the school because they are assholes but I have two new additions BB (big bitch) and CB (cunt bitch) now alot of you out there may think I am cool with they people but no Im not. Big Bitch is just winy and she is always talking about food. I can't belive my friend fellow brotherhood member ever liked her she put herself on such a high horse and she just think she was to good for him yea right. and CB i personally knew her since middle school and I just relized how ugly she is she has pimples on her tits thats nasty and she is always in the way when I am trying to talk to girl No. 2 Why can't people at my school be normal cool nice people they have to be such bitches. Well people if you want a good life don't be like these bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-3198866074525913061?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/3198866074525913061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitchassness-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/3198866074525913061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/3198866074525913061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitchassness-pt-3.html' title='Bitchassness pt. 3'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-7291202006458411398</id><published>2009-02-13T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:35:38.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchassness pt. 2</title><content type='html'>N.Harris the  true definition of a stuck-up bitch who has no right or reason at our school. She was an add on in the 10th grade she thinks she is the shit and females try not to follow her examples shes really rude and is very disrespectful she looks like a bird or a pigeon. (which is not a plus for acting like a bitch) She probably has an eating disorder or something she has a record of giving head to any boy at she finds suitable. I have more respect for Ashely Nuzzim than her since Nuzzim was there from the beginning and we have at least had a conversation together. So, females with you want good karma and to be married ever in your life don't follow the example of this bitchassness asshole. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-7291202006458411398?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/7291202006458411398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitchassness-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7291202006458411398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7291202006458411398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitchassness-pt-2.html' title='Bitchassness pt. 2'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-6648209605095549136</id><published>2009-02-13T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:28:49.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Bitchassness</title><content type='html'>Hello, people out there on the web doing what you do that stuff that people on the web do, what's up.&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of people that had shown some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bitchassness&lt;/span&gt; this week( or FOREVER) at school.&lt;br /&gt;You know what its not people just one person that grinds my gears.&lt;br /&gt;Fake ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wannbe&lt;/span&gt; rapper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CCECHS&lt;/span&gt;' official mommy's boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCECHS&lt;/span&gt;' official bitch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CCECH&lt;/span&gt; crybaby and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CCECHS&lt;/span&gt;' when i grow up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. R.A.N ( like Jose said best "if you are in the inner circle you would know)&lt;br /&gt;This dude is an asshole and I'm not saying that because he didn't do anything or say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; because he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a pretty nice guy I guess but when i have done nothing to you or messed with you DON"T FUCK WITH me. Nobody likes your fake ass raps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so smart. Ur not from the hood, and you kiss teachers asses your breath stinks so don't whisper it's no a good idea. I strongly hate the person you are. R.A.N said I smell like shit behind my back and I knew it wasn't me seriously if I stunk I and everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; would have known you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; bitch. We don't want to hear any of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;testimonials&lt;/span&gt;. You fail the chemistry EOC, and took Algebra 2 over dickhead your stupid not my friend Bruce and as for your dickhanging friends EP and MG they are as gay as you are but ur gay and an asshole. DickFace. I am angry becuase this is the one that is always crying about how everyone is talking about him and how he is such a saint and kisses the ass of every teacher. And demands attention a his voice to be hear. And we do not want to hear about your faggot ass brother anymore. People If you have read this you are now awear of what true bitchassness is so please don't be like this asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-6648209605095549136?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/6648209605095549136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitchassness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/6648209605095549136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/6648209605095549136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitchassness.html' title='Bitchassness'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-771765779490717721</id><published>2009-02-06T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:18:08.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny GAme</title><content type='html'>On my friend Jose's Blog he had his current BOTW video with Donald screaming at the game he was playing watch and play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fugly.com/media/view.php?cat=DOWNLOADS&amp;amp;id=709"&gt;Scary Maze Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="550" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.fugly.com/f/ec9115b10c292ef8bc98"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fugly.com/f/ec9115b10c292ef8bc98" allowscriptaccess="always" menu="false" quality="high" width="550" height="400" name="FuglyGame" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fugly.com"&gt;Play more games at Fugly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-771765779490717721?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/771765779490717721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/771765779490717721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/771765779490717721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-game.html' title='Funny GAme'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-6628711971962350346</id><published>2009-01-30T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:33:24.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Week Summary</title><content type='html'>Was there to do at work. Blah, blah, blah. Just a disclaimer if (Jose) puts me as next weeks BOTW I will do something really really mean. You heard it first. If freshman seminar today I was surprise that a classmate of mine snitch and told the teacher that the college students were talking about us. I am well-adjusted into school. I had a in dept conservation with my future girlfriend (Girl 2) . Just a disclaimer I am going to ask her out again on Friday the 13th the day before valentine's day. I am going to big a shit load of roses from the candy gram thing at my school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-6628711971962350346?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/6628711971962350346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-summary_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/6628711971962350346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/6628711971962350346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-summary_30.html' title='Week Summary'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-2573543985736122991</id><published>2009-01-23T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:14:12.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Week Summary</title><content type='html'>MON: NO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;TUES: NO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;WED: NO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;THURS: You know you begin to learn a lot about people as you begin to see other people. For instance, I asked Girl 2 out to prom last week. Let me say the poll that I put up about 2 weeks ago didn't help thanks viewers! But, anyways She said yes Good for me right. Indeed! And as I was celebrating in excitement, I heard from Sasha a reliable source  that there was a bit of jealous of the side of Girl 1. I know I'm done with her I tried and tried and tried and know I have something good (Girl 2) I'm stop going to stop for her and her pipe dreams. I went as far to set Girl 1 with one of my close friends (Bruce) to go to prom with.&lt;br /&gt;FRI: I was in one of my college classes and stumbled on a conversation with the Normies (your regular college students) were talking about us high schoolers and how stupid we are. And let me say that any day at anytime us high schoolers are much smarter than you ignorant ass-holes that came to this college because no other college would take you. (Assholes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-2573543985736122991?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/2573543985736122991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2573543985736122991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2573543985736122991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-summary.html' title='Week Summary'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-1413890519957398028</id><published>2009-01-18T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:46:04.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Some BS!</title><content type='html'>Gosh man I really what looking forward to marring Haley Williams the lead singer of Paramore. But after web surfing I came across this video of Haley Williams and guitarist Josh Farror or whatever. When I grow up I might just become an work for the CIA.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the website....&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErrW5nYH6G8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-1413890519957398028?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/1413890519957398028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-some-bs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/1413890519957398028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/1413890519957398028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-some-bs.html' title='This Is Some BS!'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-7776152870050206163</id><published>2009-01-13T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:06:46.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Crazy Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=32715696"&gt;When Animals Attack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=32715696,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=32715696,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-7776152870050206163?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/7776152870050206163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7776152870050206163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7776152870050206163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-video.html' title='Crazy Video'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-2524813570461027544</id><published>2009-01-12T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:55:03.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You The Viewers'/><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>In an urge to get more views I was asked to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TV Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Web Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put videos, questions about me that you want, polls, advice or just plain talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-2524813570461027544?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/2524813570461027544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2524813570461027544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2524813570461027544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-2775436547881924778</id><published>2009-01-12T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:34:40.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Brotherhood'/><title type='text'>Setting The Record</title><content type='html'>In see the blog of my fellow brotherhood members and I feel there are things that aren't really sitting with me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brandon and Jose are the founding fathers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't know the others didn't like me at first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't love Danii, it was a phase.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-2775436547881924778?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/2775436547881924778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/setting-record.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2775436547881924778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2775436547881924778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/setting-record.html' title='Setting The Record'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-5423845113385126553</id><published>2009-01-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:24:35.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Brotherhood'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Embrassing Moments</title><content type='html'>10.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken Glasses&lt;/span&gt;- In the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade my glasses broke at lunch. We didn't have the money to replace them at the time so I walked around school for about a week pushing my lenses in.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bee Sting&lt;/span&gt;- When I was a kid my mom was looking for a movie in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blockerbuster&lt;/span&gt;, I was playing the kid's video part of Blockbuster and a dead bee fell on me sting me. I got up yelling and scream then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; that it was dead and everyone in the store was looking at me like I was bipolar or something inculding my mother. How Funny!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late Night Movie Stay&lt;/span&gt;- I went to the movies when my friends and one of them didn't even show up and when I saw her she at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;differ net&lt;/span&gt; movie altogether. And then my phone went dead I didn't get picked up until 1 in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; mind you the movie was finish at 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sh*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I was a freshman and I was joking with this girl and I was like your breath stinks and it smells like sh*t and this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt; dude started repeating it and she was like Sh*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tty&lt;/span&gt; so people started called me that. But It's fading away.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skeet Skeet&lt;/span&gt;- I didn't really know what the phrase "ah skeet skeet" was I though it was some kind of cool thing. So I used it in a incorrect way. Which cause public embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Football Fall&lt;/span&gt;- I played football only once in high school because I go to an early college program. But, anyway at the beginning of all football games the team run through the school theme paper. I was always wondering what would I do if I fall and indeed I did fall flat on my face for a good 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. hoping none would see but The whole crowd was laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off With the Eyebrow&lt;/span&gt;- Never let an unprofessional barber cut your hair and never squeeze when they are doing it!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Squeeze&lt;/span&gt;- Me and this girls I knew went on a date to the movies. The night had already started off wrong plus the movie was lame. So I lean in to kiss her and I squeeze totally cutting the mood off.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FU&lt;/span&gt; Outburst&lt;/span&gt;- In my freshman year of high school I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dissagreement&lt;/span&gt; with one of my fellow classmates. I was kind of a hot head way back then. But in the heat of the moment I yelled to the top of lungs "I don't give a F**K!" And I was suspended and to this day I am still teased about that.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kendra's Party&lt;/span&gt;- I never said I was a good dancer! So when I was invited to one of my classmates I was worried about my friends seeing me dance. It took a while for anyone to dance, but when they did I got just a bit to comfortable. I was dancing with this girl (name disclosed) And I put her in the headlock sort of while still dancing I though nothing was wrong. But The word got away so fast at school everyone knew I was a joke for at least a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT ON YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING  MOMENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-5423845113385126553?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/5423845113385126553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-ten-embrassing-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/5423845113385126553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/5423845113385126553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-ten-embrassing-moments.html' title='Top Ten Embrassing Moments'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-6271843253309261988</id><published>2009-01-11T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:06:20.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brotherhood</title><content type='html'>The Brotherhood is an organization of few members. I always knew the people that were in it since freshman year but I didn't join until last sophomore year. It exist of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;   Brandon - The leader, and creator. The originator and the muscle of the group.&lt;br /&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;   Jose - One of the first members. The lady's man and sex advice go to guy. Also the comic book genius.&lt;br /&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;   Dominique - Also one of the first members who joined at the same time as Jose. The smart but goofy guy of the group.&lt;br /&gt; 4&lt;br /&gt;   Margaret - She came along a little later. She's completely sane and normal the coolest and easiest person to talk to. Although she's the only girl she can hold her own.&lt;br /&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;   Thomas (ME) - I also came along later. Well there is not much to say about me I speak my mind and occasional make jokes the overall level-headed one.&lt;br /&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;   Bruce - The latest addition to the Brotherhood. My best friend and the quiet one of the group, but that doesn't mean he has nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's blog URL is: http://&lt;a href="http://thebrotherhood-bman.blogspot.com/"&gt;thebrotherhood-bman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnum's blog URL is: http://&lt;a href="http://brotherhood-magnum.blogspot.com/"&gt;brotherhood-magnum.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you go there you can find out more about The Brotherhood organization and its members. ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-6271843253309261988?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/6271843253309261988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/brotherhood.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/6271843253309261988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/6271843253309261988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/brotherhood.html' title='The Brotherhood'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-8199657169524761509</id><published>2009-01-09T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:33:04.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Man, I love music I listen to almost everything expect techno and country.&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of the artists of my mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cursive Memory&lt;br /&gt;Akon&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Bleach&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Liar&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;Common&lt;br /&gt;David Banner&lt;br /&gt;E-40&lt;br /&gt;Evanscence&lt;br /&gt;Ever We Fall&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy (Little)&lt;br /&gt;Jack White&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;Lupe Fiasco&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A&lt;br /&gt;Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Rick Ross&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;Rise Aganist&lt;br /&gt;Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Santogold&lt;br /&gt;Shwayze&lt;br /&gt;Snoop Dogg&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;The Academy Is..&lt;br /&gt;The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;The Flobots&lt;br /&gt;The Game&lt;br /&gt;The Used&lt;br /&gt;The-Dream&lt;br /&gt;Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Young Jeezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST OTHER BANDS YOU THINK I MAY LIKE OR SONG YOU LIKE FROM ANY OF THESE ARTISTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-8199657169524761509?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/8199657169524761509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/8199657169524761509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/8199657169524761509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-1364120716963168789</id><published>2009-01-09T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:01:14.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Crushes</title><content type='html'>(not real names just alias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl 1 &lt;/span&gt;- I knew her since I was in the first grade she is awesome. But a bit superficial all she cares about is clothes, money, and how to get more. Now I have to tell you the trust I am not the best looking male at my school.  Almost every guy asked her out. But, she always came to me and told me about them and how funny and weird there were, I played it off like I didn't like her. Honestly she was hard to get. She was goofy and a average student. I really liked her for a while 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-early 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. She is one of my best friends. Only four people I knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; my high school since middle school everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;esle&lt;/span&gt; was new to me. With that being said everyone thought I had would be the perfect person to get with her. Then I found out that she kissed one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;assoicates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt; (he's a wannabe lady's man but that another post.) , I was heart-broken I never seen her with anybody so it was weird I got so jealous and didn't talk to her for a while.  Then later I heard she always knew I liked her but doesn't like to be mean and just didn't say anything.(She knew I liked her I found this out by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sasha&lt;/span&gt; who doesn't go to our high school, but she is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mutal&lt;/span&gt; friend from middle school.) I felt like she was sending me all the signs. So I waited an never told her when she knew I was finding the courage to ask her out she would distance herself from me. So I finally asked her out, then she just stop talking to me. Then in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt; of 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade she told Sasha that she knew I had moved on to some other girl and that she kinda missed me. Sasha not being able to keep a secret told me. I confronted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Girl 1&lt;/span&gt; and she was just jealous of my friendship with someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;esle&lt;/span&gt;. Which meant she didn't like me she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;justed&lt;/span&gt; missed me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fastforward&lt;/span&gt; to Jan. 09 I'm still in the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I see her around school but due to our classes we don't see each other that much but I see her with her friends (girl friends) and wish we were tight like we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl 2&lt;/span&gt;- Okay I meet Girl 2 my freshman year in high school she seemed to be the ideal girl she had this quiet smart thing going for her which I really liked about her. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Girl 1&lt;/span&gt; and at lunch she blasted it out by saying (Isn't that girl that you like.). Everyone figured it out. I liked her. And the more I knew about her she turned me on. In the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade we talked more and became good friends. She was a smart girl. She think unicorns are real. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; too!) She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;belives&lt;/span&gt; in vampires (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; too!) Yet and that means she reads the Twilight books. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; too!.)&lt;br /&gt;So in the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade after that I moved on with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Girl 1&lt;/span&gt;. I never CK was a choice for me to take to prom. An I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; in the barber shop to her best friend &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); display: inline;font-size:inherit;" &gt;BB&lt;/span&gt; she said I should ask her out. So I waste to time I knew I needed to grow some balls and talk to her. So I did ask her out. I was basically shitting in my pants when I asked her she said okay. Now I only had a girlfriend once before for god sakes I'm only 16. So we made a date to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Quaratine&lt;/span&gt; yep she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;digged&lt;/span&gt; scary movies! but she keep canceling on me first it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Quaratine&lt;/span&gt; then it keep getting pushed back because of natural (death in the family, scared to tell parents) And this happened like four times. I wasn't mad but I felt like it couldn't work we never talked and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;n't have any classes together. She took me aside and said "I don't think I can do this I haven't told my parents yet and I changed my mind about going to prom I think I will go next year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl 3&lt;/span&gt;- I met this girl last year in the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade she was a new student that year and s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was breath of fresh air&lt;/span&gt; because most of the girls that year went gay. (that's another post) I tutored her because I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Cal and she was in Algebra 2. She always called me over for help at first I thought she was stupid, but she passed all the test and was pretty smart in the class. She was labeled a big mouth. At lunch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;RickyRico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told Danny that Vonda liked him and he was like no she doesn't she likes Tom (me). I was caught of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; I was like wow I kinda like her too. So in the back of my mind I held that name to refer to later. I was to busy with Christy I didn't notice her. So in the 11th grade out of the blue she started to call me boyfriend nothing serious but just playful. I think I might pursue her for prom. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or should I reply!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-1364120716963168789?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/1364120716963168789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/crushes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/1364120716963168789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/1364120716963168789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/crushes.html' title='Crushes'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-3604886121638878369</id><published>2009-01-09T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:43:48.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Like I said I want to be a journalist/lawyer when I grow up so I did this workshop during the summer at the local newspaper. After the workshop ended I was asked to be a part-timer that following fall when school started I received a job there. I love it man it's awesome. During that I also got a little job canvassing for local candidate Larry Kissell. (He's a Democrat They Rock) It was only for two days but I earned $100 dollars. Then, the holiday season came around I pick up a job at the mall at a place called Hickory Farms. Trust me you never want to work in the mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-3604886121638878369?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/3604886121638878369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/3604886121638878369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/3604886121638878369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-2147415963215159894</id><published>2009-01-09T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:27:27.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Facutly'/><title type='text'>Mrs. M</title><content type='html'>Okay, where to I start! I guess the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faculty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. M&lt;/span&gt; (code talk I will not use real names because they are real people) is our guidance consuler or there lack of of. She is really nice don't get me wrong but. She doesn't do shit. She tells all of the students personal info to all the other teachers it suppose to be private. For, instance this senior girls was gay she told other students like it was gossip. But little does Mrs. M know is that she that we know about her. You see she has conversations with our principal &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mrs. MV&lt;/span&gt;. Other students hear. Mrs. M husband is sick, like very sick, like he could die anyday and if you don't believe me he is on oxygen. But that's not the point on occasions she lives school early to go and have an affair with some stranger that occasional come by and gives her flowers. Wow expressing that felt good. I found this out my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Roroach&lt;/span&gt; she is the schools gossip person if she knows it it's true. I will explain her story later. But Mrs. M is an example of a wolf in sheeps clothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-2147415963215159894?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/2147415963215159894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/mrs-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2147415963215159894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/2147415963215159894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/mrs-m.html' title='Mrs. M'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596186909381930890.post-7875250786420254350</id><published>2009-01-09T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:01:17.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/9/09 School, People</title><content type='html'>What's up people I just started blogging. My name is Thomas. I am in high school. On this blog I will tell my adventures of high school, classmates, and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8596186909381930890-7875250786420254350?l=hshero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/feeds/7875250786420254350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/1909-school-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7875250786420254350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8596186909381930890/posts/default/7875250786420254350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hshero.blogspot.com/2009/01/1909-school-people.html' title='1/9/09 School, People'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989012789590420242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
