<?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-3313503254409331311</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:20:04.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Island School Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-3818485520236390571</id><published>2009-05-29T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:43:58.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/12/24/asimorobot_48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/12/24/asimorobot_48.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes at first I did think they were human but then after a while I saw that what ever I asked they either changed the topic or reveresed my question with another question. So after that happened I started to figure is wasnt a real person. Some of the questions I asked them was how old they were and how was there day. I asked them that to see what they would say and sure enough they replied. But once they replied they changed the question. I think its hard to pass the Turning Test because its hard to make robots reply to everything a person says. I really liked talking to the robots because it was cool to see what they would say and how they would say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3818485520236390571?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3818485520236390571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3818485520236390571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3818485520236390571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3818485520236390571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/05/robots-part-2.html' title='Robots Part 2'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-7554258559890290951</id><published>2009-05-29T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:53:04.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots Part 1..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cnelms.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/robots_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 418px; height: 300px;" src="http://cnelms.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/robots_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between a humanoid and android is that a humanoid have a hum like form ex. legs, arms, hands. A android is designed as real people ex. eye movement, skin texture. Androids skin is made up of silicone. The uncanny valley is when the robot is horrible and sinks down to the bottom of the chart. Something robots will never posses is that they will never be able to keep tract on the conversation. The other thing they will never posses would be not having bones like the humans have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-7554258559890290951?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/7554258559890290951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=7554258559890290951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7554258559890290951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7554258559890290951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/05/robots-part-1.html' title='Robots Part 1..'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-1089954481390262776</id><published>2009-05-01T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:15:12.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Customized Dunks And AirMax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sf0aQOj8QzI/AAAAAAAAALE/OCQ4rSI0Fz4/s1600-h/amandashoe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sf0aQOj8QzI/AAAAAAAAALE/OCQ4rSI0Fz4/s400/amandashoe5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331446399965610802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuXxNONdWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hNW_SGyjrrU/s1600-h/amandashoe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuXxNONdWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hNW_SGyjrrU/s400/amandashoe4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331021455541761378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuV0aa-1iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Thi_L96BC-A/s1600-h/amandashoe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuV0aa-1iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Thi_L96BC-A/s400/amandashoe3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331019311601341986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuVukFQaGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dDX3o24DkQo/s1600-h/amndashoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuVukFQaGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dDX3o24DkQo/s400/amndashoes2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331019211115358306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuVpIbMuaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2A-pmpwzJw0/s1600-h/amandacookiemonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfuVpIbMuaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2A-pmpwzJw0/s400/amandacookiemonster.jpg" border="0" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1089954481390262776?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1089954481390262776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1089954481390262776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1089954481390262776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1089954481390262776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-customized-dunks-and-airmax.html' title='My Customized Dunks And AirMax'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sf0aQOj8QzI/AAAAAAAAALE/OCQ4rSI0Fz4/s72-c/amandashoe5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-2226317290297754924</id><published>2009-05-01T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:32:51.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sft4iUCzEKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hlG9nlFGRg4/s1600-h/throwupinmymouth_download_desktopmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sft4iUCzEKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hlG9nlFGRg4/s400/throwupinmymouth_download_desktopmedium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330987114814443682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would choose B. No Way!! Not In A Million Years. Just because I feel like hes the one doesn't mean I'm Gonna send him a naked pic. I feel sorry for the girl who committed suicide because her boyfriend showed everyone and that's not nice. It was really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO NO AND NO!!!!. I will not send you a pic of me without my "gear". Its simply gross. We've only been dating for 2 months. That's not a very longtime and I'm not gonna get I'm trouble. Did you know that??? Well sending nude pics is illegal and I'm not getting myself into any trouble. Who knows, you might show everyone. I just cant trust you. Your probably gonna break up with me once you get the pic and I'm not going through any humiliation with my friends  I cant believe you have the nerve to ask me of a nude pic. I'm sorry but I'm NOT sending it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2226317290297754924?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2226317290297754924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2226317290297754924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2226317290297754924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2226317290297754924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexting.html' title='Sexting..'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sft4iUCzEKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hlG9nlFGRg4/s72-c/throwupinmymouth_download_desktopmedium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-468742811112861941</id><published>2009-04-24T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:35:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parts of a Sneaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfJau6N46dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FAWKBVvQEH4/s1600-h/THE+PARTS+OF+A+SHOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfJau6N46dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FAWKBVvQEH4/s400/THE+PARTS+OF+A+SHOE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328421071080712658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-468742811112861941?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/468742811112861941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=468742811112861941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/468742811112861941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/468742811112861941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/04/parts-of-sneaker.html' title='Parts of a Sneaker'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfJau6N46dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FAWKBVvQEH4/s72-c/THE+PARTS+OF+A+SHOE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-788122275798590812</id><published>2009-04-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:11:22.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfJVIGG0WoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yzpQo0y5XcY/s1600-h/1463066287_51f36a7f56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfJVIGG0WoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yzpQo0y5XcY/s400/1463066287_51f36a7f56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328414906699242114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has always provided me with ways on how not to live my life. I mean for me its just to get as much education as possible so I can have a great career. I would not want to be like the people you see on the street asking for money. I just believe that even if school is too hard for you to handle, don't quit. I don't wanna be a high school drop out. If anything I know I'm gonna try my best at everything I do and if I didn't do a good job ill just keep going. To me life is about making mistakes and learning from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-788122275798590812?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/788122275798590812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=788122275798590812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/788122275798590812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/788122275798590812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-ever.html' title='Never Ever'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfJVIGG0WoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yzpQo0y5XcY/s72-c/1463066287_51f36a7f56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-3044182707718006140</id><published>2009-04-24T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:03:02.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sneaker Collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SfJTMOtVY5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KfR8w0CY3gM/s1600-h/What+Sneakers+make+me+think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Not really there yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sc0qBu3VnwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VUZY_F9e1oo/s1600-h/18636595_f09160199c-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sc0qBu3VnwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VUZY_F9e1oo/s400/18636595_f09160199c-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317952944242794242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! High school is great! Ive meet hundreds of kids that have the same interest as me.  My classes are good.  I joined tons of teams like the basketball team, the kickball team, the soccer team and the tennis team. The classrooms are super big and everyone has an  individual desk. In math class we work in groups and always have work to do. In social studies we also have our own desk and our teacher is really strict. If he hears us talking he is gonna write us up. That's the class I dont like so much. In science we have our lab groups and lab tables which is really cool. We get to do experiments like everyday. The gym is enormous. It has 6 basketball courts and tons of room for everyone. The school days seem shorter. .We get out at 2.00 and we can come back for after school. The teachers are great and really nice. I am still doing great. The work here is pretty easy but its only the first week. My friends are the best. They support me when ever I need it. They are funny and smart and love to play sports. Although I do miss all my friends. Like Gabby, Tinice, Kiana, Omayra, Catherine, and tons of others. I mean those are the original. There might be another Gabby or another Tinice but they will never be the original Tinice or Gabby. I also miss drinking and seeing coffee[insider]. I miss all the teachers too like Mr. Lahana. I miss your {corny but funny} raps. Anyway I got to finish my homework. Ill write back when I can :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-5111540427443398242?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/5111540427443398242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=5111540427443398242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5111540427443398242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5111540427443398242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-school-not-really-there-yet.html' title='High School...... Not really there yet'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sc0qBu3VnwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VUZY_F9e1oo/s72-c/18636595_f09160199c-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-5172724032247925439</id><published>2009-03-16T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:08:45.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Patricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebsGFKM-fTY/R8dF6ETb_ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ne-2C1xvC1Y/s320/bigstockphoto_Happy_Saint_Patricks_Day_77040.j"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebsGFKM-fTY/R8dF6ETb_ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ne-2C1xvC1Y/s320/bigstockphoto_Happy_Saint_Patricks_Day_77040.j" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is saint Patrick's Day and I'm happy. I'm not Irish but I love the color green so look forward to seeing me dress in green :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-5172724032247925439?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/5172724032247925439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=5172724032247925439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5172724032247925439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5172724032247925439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/03/saint-patricks-day.html' title='Saint Patricks Day'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ebsGFKM-fTY/R8dF6ETb_ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ne-2C1xvC1Y/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Happy_Saint_Patricks_Day_77040.j' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-2827226498147208053</id><published>2009-03-16T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:04:29.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break In: Girlfriends Story</title><content type='html'>A) Contact the king of the Internet and have him banned for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) He’s a Stalker, change your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Tell him that if he likes you he needs to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would chose &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C) Tell him that if he likes you he needs to trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pretend you are the girlfriend in this video.  Write a break-up email to your boyfriend now that you know he broke into your social networking account.  Include all the reasons that led to your decision to break up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Boyfriend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am breaking up with you because you tried to break into my networking account. You've been on my back asking me where I'm at or who I'm with. Its getting annoying. &lt;br /&gt;Its like you are everywhere even when I know your not. Do you know what its like to feel like someone is watching you? Well I do and that's why I'm breaking up with you. Its like you never trust me and that's not what I want in a relationship. I'm young and I'm going through alot but you just make it worst by texting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2827226498147208053?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2827226498147208053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2827226498147208053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2827226498147208053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2827226498147208053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-girlfriends-story.html' title='The Break In: Girlfriends Story'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-2829549158718571976</id><published>2009-03-16T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:50:33.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sb5Kegkg4BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y5tj9wv1-E4/s1600-h/AmandaGrabage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sb5Kegkg4BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y5tj9wv1-E4/s400/AmandaGrabage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313766498343378962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my diagram of what happens when it is picked up on the street until it reaches the landfill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2829549158718571976?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2829549158718571976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2829549158718571976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2829549158718571976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2829549158718571976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/03/garbage-inspiration.html' title='Garbage Inspiration'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/Sb5Kegkg4BI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Y5tj9wv1-E4/s72-c/AmandaGrabage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-6686361965377578029</id><published>2009-03-09T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:06:54.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break In: Boyfriends Story</title><content type='html'>a) Break into her page when she’s not around and check her messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)  Hire a private detective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)  Just ask her.  Her reaction will say it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pick &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A) Break into her page when shes not around and check her messages&lt;/span&gt;. I would do that because if I were to confront her she would probably lie her way out. At least if I check her page I can get some of the truth. Online people would bash other people but not say it to their face. They would spread rumors or talk about people. I would care if someone knew my password because I believe its wrong. Because if someone knows my password they would go on and write stuff I didn't write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s This is from the point of view of the boy not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6686361965377578029?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6686361965377578029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6686361965377578029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6686361965377578029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6686361965377578029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in.html' title='The Break In: Boyfriends Story'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-343641600570243447</id><published>2009-02-23T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:02:35.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Text Monster Story</title><content type='html'>***My Over Protective Boyfriend***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh! My boyfriend keeps text messaging me. Its not just constantly texting me its that he keeps asking me where I'm at and who I'm with. Its gets really annoying. At school he comes up to me and gives me this whole speech on how I should answer him because he worries about me. Please! The only think he worries about is me not cheating on him. Its not like I hate him (because I don't) but after a while it just make my day more boring. I feel like changing my number so he could leave me alone or change schools. Either wont help I'm gonna have to talk to him and tell him to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The Next Day**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting here in front of Shawn's locker and he has yet to arrived. Another 10 minutes pass and I finally see Shawn walking my way. He finally reaches me and gives me a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your problem" I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My problem? My problem is that I call you and you don't pick up. That's my problem" he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well sorry if I don't feel like talking to my boyfriend who is CONSTANTLY texting me" I yelled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I don't have to deal with this. I try to be a good boyfriend but instead you rather ignore me and see other people behind my back" He told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I am not seeing anyone besides you" I then added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took another look at me and left. I sighed and walked to my next class. Throughout  my next couple of classes I was thinking if I should break up with Shawn. I finally came to a conclusion. I am going to break up with him. He's always giving me a hard time when I'm being honest. At lunch time my phone starts to ring. I get another text message and guess from who. If you guessed Shawn then your right. The message read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear My EX Girfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I found someone who actually calls me and isn't like you. We are through.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't t help but wonder who he is dating but I was happy he broke up with me. And that is the story of me and my over protective boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: THIS STORY IS MADE UP AND IS A CONTINUATION OF MY TEXT MONSTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-343641600570243447?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/343641600570243447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=343641600570243447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/343641600570243447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/343641600570243447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-text-monster-story_23.html' title='My Text Monster Story'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-1669886980178711882</id><published>2009-02-21T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:29:41.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Talk Bubbl.us</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="450" height="340" id="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=248117&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJVU2dkYnVPd0NEaw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="_sid=248117&amp;_title=Garbage&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJVU2dkYnVPd0NEaw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=248117&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJVU2dkYnVPd0NEaw" FlashVars="_sid=248117&amp;_title=Garbage&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJVU2dkYnVPd0NEaw" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="340" allowscriptaccess="always" SeamlessTabbing="false" name="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1669886980178711882?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1669886980178711882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1669886980178711882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1669886980178711882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1669886980178711882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/trash-talk-bubblus.html' title='Trash Talk Bubbl.us'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-3866339184320791099</id><published>2009-02-20T14:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:41:23.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glogster: My Second Fav Wrestler</title><content type='html'>This is a glogster about Chris Jericho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Jericho"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the Wikipedia link &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the Glogster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.glogster.com/flash/flash_loader.swf?ver=1234885874" flashvars="sl=http://www.glogster.com/flash/glog.swf?ver=1234885874&amp;gi=1546326&amp;ui=231543&amp;li=3&amp;fu=http://www.glogster.com/flash/&amp;su=http://www.glogster.com/connector/&amp;fn=http://www.glogster.com/fonty/&amp;embed=true&amp;pu=http://www.glogster.com/blog-thumbs//1/54/63/1546326_2.jpg&amp;si=x&amp;gw=3,8,0&amp;gh=5,1,4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowScriptAcces="always" allowNetworking="all" allowFullScreen="true" height="514" width="380"/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzUxNjk1MDA3NDkmcHQ9MTIzNTE2OTY*NjkwNSZwPTIyMTYzMSZkPSZnPTImdD*mbz*1YmE3OWYzMGVkNWU*NzFkOTgwMGI1M2JmNzA1NDk2MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3866339184320791099?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3866339184320791099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3866339184320791099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3866339184320791099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3866339184320791099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/glogster_20.html' title='Glogster: My Second Fav Wrestler'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-9035029847702333052</id><published>2009-02-19T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:24:52.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nowilaymedowntosleep.org/images/today%20show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 412px;" src="http://www.nowilaymedowntosleep.org/images/today%20show.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday February 19. Not that today means anything but I just wanted to post so you guys know what I was up to during this week off. Well, (I'm being totally serious here) I stood home, read online fan fiction, and watched some YouTube clips on my channel. I just stood on the computer all day throughout the week.  Many people might be asking why a girl like me would stay home all week. Theres a good explanation for that.......... or maybe there isn't. My current plans for my blog? I'm gonna post more (obviously) and make a couple more glogs.  Oh and the countdown to my birthday which is in 53 more days!!!!! APRIL 13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-9035029847702333052?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/9035029847702333052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=9035029847702333052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/9035029847702333052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/9035029847702333052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-3058010617472950925</id><published>2009-02-14T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:29:44.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://m.ecomments.com/ec/up/07/7/11/11841877022b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://m.ecomments.com/ec/up/07/7/11/11841877022b.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZdvhiPMWJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-fD-f6aaUO8/s1600-h/animated+valentines+day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZdvhiPMWJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-fD-f6aaUO8/s200/animated+valentines+day.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302829708168943762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Amanda here. Just wanna wish every one a happy Valentines Day. Hope you guys get something from your admirer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3058010617472950925?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3058010617472950925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3058010617472950925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3058010617472950925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3058010617472950925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZdvhiPMWJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-fD-f6aaUO8/s72-c/animated+valentines+day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-9106896614445216682</id><published>2009-02-13T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:20:26.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZY5UfuZqFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VMqTVsHxL0A/s1600-h/question_mark2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZY5UfuZqFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VMqTVsHxL0A/s200/question_mark2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302488635551623250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just listened to If I were a boy AGAIN and now this song makes me wonder if theres a guy who is actually \nice and I wonder if they would find that special someone. Sometimes they are right in front of your face. Is there a guy out there that actually cares about her needs and really helps her out when shes depressed? I wonder if there are any more of those nice guys out there. Guys these days just use girls for their own. Even though you might have to search for that special someone very hard it might pay off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-9106896614445216682?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/9106896614445216682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=9106896614445216682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/9106896614445216682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/9106896614445216682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-my-thoughts.html' title='Just My Thoughts....'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZY5UfuZqFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VMqTVsHxL0A/s72-c/question_mark2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-3587464882821119868</id><published>2009-02-13T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:36:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster: Girlfriends Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZV85MED4zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v60yVhoeJ3Q/s1600-h/cell-phone-spam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZV85MED4zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v60yVhoeJ3Q/s200/cell-phone-spam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302281458231272242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C. Just Talk To Him And find out whats going on&lt;/span&gt;. I picked that because its a good way to find out whats going on. But its also bad to ask him whats going on because he might lie. Technology has helped friendships because people know more about me and come to see that I'm a great person. Well talking through the computer is way different from talking face to face because through a computer people say rumors online but dont have the guts to say it in peoples faces. Face to face is more like the truth but saying it online is like lying or trying to make someone super mad. That's just what I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3587464882821119868?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3587464882821119868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3587464882821119868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3587464882821119868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3587464882821119868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster-girlfriends-side.html' title='Text Monster: Girlfriends Side'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SZV85MED4zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v60yVhoeJ3Q/s72-c/cell-phone-spam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-4043384551731383238</id><published>2009-02-13T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:44:05.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4043384551731383238?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-2338550185933845105</id><published>2009-02-06T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:53:13.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blood Diamond Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/758ed9fa-f453-11dd-80fe-001b210ae39a_6.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/758ed9fa-f453-11dd-80fe-001b210ae39a_6_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2338550185933845105?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2338550185933845105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2338550185933845105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2338550185933845105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2338550185933845105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blood-diamond-video.html' title='My Blood Diamond Video'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-5812897403715379462</id><published>2009-02-04T17:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:58:54.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_183/11894449009ztT7j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_183/11894449009ztT7j.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww!!!! Check out that frog. Its so cute. Mainly becuase its green. It has the cutest biggest eyes in the word. Its has a big head and a big stomach. Who else thinks this frog is cute? Leave me a comment :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-5812897403715379462?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/5812897403715379462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=5812897403715379462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5812897403715379462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5812897403715379462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-little-frog.html' title='Cute Little Frog'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-2741352084245461420</id><published>2009-02-02T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:24:57.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SYo_3SfUzEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0_08cbxklqc/s1600-h/CloggingMyInbox_Download_DesktopMedium%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SYo_3SfUzEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0_08cbxklqc/s200/CloggingMyInbox_Download_DesktopMedium%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299118130643389506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked choice B which was &lt;strong&gt;Tell him he needs to trust me and give me some space &lt;/strong&gt;. I picked that because it seems like the only logical thing to do. I mean why would you tell him that your phone it broken he might pull you aside at school and have a LONG conversation. The other one is just dumb. I would never move away because some guy is texting me like crazy. If I had to make up my own choice it would have been to dump him. I mean if he doesn't trust me and isn't givin me the space I need why would I wanna keep lettin that happen. It might get really annoying. I have never (or not that I know of) had to deal with a TEXT MONSTER. But as a blogger I like to entertain so I will make one up just not yet. I have to finish my last Blood Diamond post and I can start the story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2741352084245461420?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2741352084245461420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2741352084245461420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2741352084245461420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2741352084245461420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster.html' title='Text Monster'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SYo_3SfUzEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0_08cbxklqc/s72-c/CloggingMyInbox_Download_DesktopMedium%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-4206470059563034779</id><published>2009-02-02T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:44:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds Could Be Cheap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sagaonline.co.za/2007Conference/De%20Beers%20Logo_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.sagaonline.co.za/2007Conference/De%20Beers%20Logo_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Beers buys the diamonds. De Beers wants us to think that a diamond is so valuable and so rare that we have to pay A LOT just to have buy them. De Beers controlled about 90% of uncut or rough diamonds. De Beers is like a monopoly. They buy everything and make buisnesses close so that they can run everything and get even more money. In the De Beers ads, magazines, movies etc they support the company by saying that getting diamonds are nice but they are not telling diamond buyers they REAL side of finding diamonds. I found the video a little hard to understand but from what I wrote above I wrote what I understoon about the video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4206470059563034779?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4206470059563034779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4206470059563034779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4206470059563034779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4206470059563034779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamonds-could-be-cheap.html' title='Diamonds Could Be Cheap...'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-4530952826501279166</id><published>2009-01-29T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:34:26.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a boy......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/girl_thinking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/girl_thinking.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just listened to "If I were a boy" By Beyonce. Beyonce thinks all guys take advantage of women and for granted. Beyonce thinks that the guys don't know what the women goes through when they don't feel love but when they break up the guys wants the girl back. I agree with her because its true. Men don't know what women go through while they drink with there friends or don't spend much time with her. But then again all guys are not like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4530952826501279166?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4530952826501279166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4530952826501279166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4530952826501279166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4530952826501279166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I were a boy......'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-2521383072520888021</id><published>2009-01-26T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:49:19.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamonds Part 1,2,3,4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="450" height="340" id="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=229734&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqaFB4UEhNZ011cw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="_sid=229734&amp;_title=Blood%20Diamonds&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqaFB4UEhNZ011cw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bubbl.us/sys/view.swf?sid=229734&amp;pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqaFB4UEhNZ011cw" FlashVars="_sid=229734&amp;_title=Blood%20Diamonds&amp;_z=75&amp;_pw=yaPbiELrk8AsIMTJqaFB4UEhNZ011cw" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="340" allowscriptaccess="always" SeamlessTabbing="false" name="bblviewer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2521383072520888021?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2521383072520888021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2521383072520888021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2521383072520888021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2521383072520888021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-diamonds.html' title='Blood Diamonds Part 1,2,3,4'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-6335253387771407292</id><published>2009-01-23T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:21:52.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Tests are Finally Done!!</title><content type='html'>Yay the reading tests are done. I thought the tests were quite easy but I didnt like the essays. We still got a couple of more tests including the math, science, and social studies but once that over we will be test free :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6335253387771407292?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6335253387771407292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6335253387771407292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6335253387771407292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6335253387771407292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/reading-tests-are-finally-done.html' title='Reading Tests are Finally Done!!'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-6962813324041691701</id><published>2009-01-22T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:45:19.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best In The Buisness</title><content type='html'>Here is a tribute to one of my favorite wwe wrestlers. His name is Shawn Michaels alo known as HBK, The Headliner, The Icon, Mr. Wrestlemania. For those of you who dont know him you should be ashamed lol im joking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawn_Michaels"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the link to know more about HBK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.glogster.com/flash/flash_loader.swf?ver=1231934642" flashvars="sl=http://www.glogster.com/flash/glog.swf?ver=1231934642&amp;gi=1425939&amp;ui=231543&amp;li=3&amp;fu=http://www.glogster.com/flash/&amp;su=http://www.glogster.com/connector/&amp;fn=http://www.glogster.com/fonty/&amp;embed=true&amp;pu=http://www.glogster.com/blog-thumbs/1/1/42/59/1425939_2.jpg&amp;si=x&amp;gw=3,8,0&amp;gh=5,1,4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowScriptAcces="always" allowNetworking="all" allowFullScreen="true" height="514" width="380"/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzI2NjQxMDU2OTUmcHQ9MTIzMjY2NDEwNzU3OSZwPTIyMTYzMSZkPSZnPTImdD*mbz*xYTFiYjdjYmRmMmQ*MjZhOGZkYWFmYWZkMTRmOWQ*Mg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6962813324041691701?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6962813324041691701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6962813324041691701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6962813324041691701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6962813324041691701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-is-tribute-to-one-of-my-favorite.html' title='The Best In The Buisness'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-1232042528300995362</id><published>2009-01-20T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:08:29.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama XtraNormal Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/ac8f8af4-e74b-11dd-af48-001b210ae39a_7.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/ac8f8af4-e74b-11dd-af48-001b210ae39a_7_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1232042528300995362?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1232042528300995362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1232042528300995362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1232042528300995362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1232042528300995362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/barack-obama-xtranormal-video.html' title='Barack Obama XtraNormal Video'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-1120262635506579902</id><published>2009-01-17T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:53:34.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Music Player</title><content type='html'>Check out my new music player. I just wanna say thanks to Sabrina for finding this. Its too cool. Oh and if you have song requests tell me and I will add them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1120262635506579902?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1120262635506579902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1120262635506579902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1120262635506579902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1120262635506579902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-music-player.html' title='My New Music Player'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-5946680010563063999</id><published>2009-01-17T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:16:29.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigrant Detention Centers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/corbis/crbs025/crbs0251037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/corbis/crbs025/crbs0251037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just played &lt;a href="http://www.homelandgitmo.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; game. It was about jail and why people are in it. The facilities are horrible. The bathroom was ridiculous. There are no doors. No privacy and sometimes sexual assault can happen. And its right next to the food court. I mean imagine eating while smelling crap or a dead rat. There are nearly 80 people sharing 6 toilets. The cells are very small. You can hardly walk around. The beds are so uncomfortable. The cells are sturdy, have no windows, and very cold. Sometimes 3 people have to hare a cell and when they add another bed there is definitely no room to move. The inmates can hardly sleep because the officers leave the lights on. In the cafeteria people hardly eat. I mean they serve food but its watery and tasteless. The inmates still get hungry. The medical care. I can say alot about that. If someone gets injured, they don't get help. That's crazy! Playing this game made me feel that immigrants/people deserve to be treated better than that. Cops these days pull people over because of there race when they real bad guys are still out there. I think the U.S should treat immigrants better by just giving them a break or something. There was this inmates story really caught my attention. She was stopped over and sent to jail becuase she didnt have a license. The problem was she was pregnant. She left her kids crying and soon gave birth. They handcuffed her arms and legs to the hospital bed and she wasnt allowed to feed her baby or go to the bathroom. It just broke my heart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-5946680010563063999?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/5946680010563063999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=5946680010563063999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5946680010563063999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5946680010563063999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-played-this-game.html' title='Immigrant Detention Centers'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-2996347453347621741</id><published>2009-01-16T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:32:11.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructional Manual For Life</title><content type='html'>I just watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAIpRRZvnJg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video. Its about a family who goes by everything in the book Instructional Manual For Life. They follow the book because they are terrified of challenge, difference, change. I disagree with its message because even if you read a book to rule your world, change, difference and a challenge will happen along the way. Its so boring being the same and not getting to do the daredevil stuff. Learning from your mistakes makes you even smarter. Its okay to go out and do something because you know that you actually did it and will get other chances to try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2996347453347621741?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2996347453347621741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2996347453347621741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2996347453347621741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2996347453347621741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/instructional-manual-for-life.html' title='Instructional Manual For Life'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-6220864844740994926</id><published>2009-01-16T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:01:16.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Math Haikus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SXCSz8-zOaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CotxQpO9mrY/s1600-h/3196754657_0d7036910f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SXCSz8-zOaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CotxQpO9mrY/s200/3196754657_0d7036910f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291890983400847778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my 3 Math Haikus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math gets me sleepy&lt;br /&gt;I mean looking at numbers &lt;br /&gt;Makes me so dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted &lt;br /&gt;Working on these math problems&lt;br /&gt;We need a long break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math makes my head hurt&lt;br /&gt;Math problems are very hard&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna quit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6220864844740994926?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6220864844740994926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6220864844740994926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6220864844740994926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6220864844740994926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-math-hakiu.html' title='My Math Haikus'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SXCSz8-zOaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CotxQpO9mrY/s72-c/3196754657_0d7036910f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-4627135939986561279</id><published>2009-01-14T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:24:10.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Glogster!!!!</title><content type='html'>&gt;This Glogster is one about my favorite cars from all years and all brands. These are just some. Not all. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.glogster.com/flash/flash_loader.swf?ver=1230035843" flashvars="sl=http://www.glogster.com/flash/glog.swf?ver=1230035843&amp;gi=1390993&amp;ui=231543&amp;li=3&amp;fu=http://www.glogster.com/flash/&amp;su=http://www.glogster.com/connector/&amp;fn=http://www.glogster.com/fonty/&amp;embed=true&amp;pu=http://www.glogster.com/blog-thumbs/1/1/39/9/1390993_2.jpg&amp;si=x&amp;gw=3,8,0&amp;gh=5,1,4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowScriptAcces="always" allowNetworking="all" allowFullScreen="true" height="514" width="380"/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzIwNTgxOTYxNDMmcHQ9MTIzMjA1ODE5OTg*MSZwPTIyMTYzMSZkPSZnPTImdD*mbz*xYTFiYjdjYmRmMmQ*MjZhOGZkYWFmYWZkMTRmOWQ*Mg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4627135939986561279?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4627135939986561279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4627135939986561279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4627135939986561279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4627135939986561279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-glogster.html' title='Another Glogster!!!!'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-8102168318400371613</id><published>2009-01-14T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:35:38.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/94/NewportMall1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1200px; height: 1600px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/94/NewportMall1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping don't you guys? Its fun to shop for clothes and cool accessories to match your outfits. I especially love to shop for shoes. When I hit the mall I go to shoe stores before I hit the toy stores. I feel like I'm in my own world when I enter a shoe store. My favorite part of going shopping is getting to strut my new stuff and be a show off. Joking. So do you, my fellow bloggers, like to shop? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is an actually picture of where I go shopping to buy my stuff. Its called the Newport Centre Mall and its right across the Holland Tunnel. Its super big. You guys should check it out. You might just see me :) Oh and the FOOD COURT is great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-8102168318400371613?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/8102168318400371613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=8102168318400371613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8102168318400371613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8102168318400371613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-6961317418833429613</id><published>2009-01-14T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:24:11.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Peoples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nysut.org/images/content/prek12_070122_ela_survey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.nysut.org/images/content/prek12_070122_ela_survey3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Whats up everyone. As we know the ELA tests are coming up and kids need to do there best so they wont fail. I myself have been doing lots of stuff to prepare but I try not to over work so I wont be stressed out during the test. I think I'm ready but then again I just don't like tests. Peace EveryonE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6961317418833429613?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6961317418833429613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6961317418833429613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6961317418833429613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6961317418833429613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-peoples.html' title='Hey Peoples'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-3108156297652035390</id><published>2009-01-08T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:06:12.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.listphile.com/Fortune_500_Logos/Chevron/image/004_chevron.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.listphile.com/Fortune_500_Logos/Chevron/image/004_chevron.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three images in the video were astronauts, school kids, and people who fly planes.    For each picture I saw in the video Chevron put that there because they wanted us to think that they help make the world a better place by finding new energy.They want us to think that they are like heroes. They want us to think that they care about nature But thats not what the activists believe. The activists believe that Chevron dumps all of there toxic waste. They three images they show are the toxic in the ground clogging up the land, on the bottom of the video they show a headline saying the deaths that happened because of what Chevron is doing, and the last thing I see is a chart showing that they pass there limit for the spill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3108156297652035390?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3108156297652035390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3108156297652035390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3108156297652035390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3108156297652035390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/chevron.html' title='Chevron'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-2329873188250377110</id><published>2009-01-08T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:12:32.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Glogster Poster</title><content type='html'>Heres my Glogster Poster. It is a continuation from my last 2 posts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.glogster.com/flash/flash_loader.swf?ver=1230035892" flashvars="sl=http://www.glogster.com/flash/glog.swf?ver=1230035892&amp;gi=1384979&amp;ui=231543&amp;li=3&amp;fu=http://www.glogster.com/flash/&amp;su=http://www.glogster.com/connector/&amp;fn=http://www.glogster.com/fonty/&amp;embed=true&amp;pu=http://www.glogster.com/blog-thumbs/1/1/38/49/1384979_2.jpg&amp;si=x&amp;gw=3,8,0&amp;gh=5,1,4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowScriptAcces="always" allowNetworking="all" allowFullScreen="true" height="514" width="380"/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzE1MzUzNjg2MTgmcHQ9MTIzMTUzNTUzMDA1MCZwPTIyMTYzMSZkPSZnPTImdD*mbz*xYTFiYjdjYmRmMmQ*MjZhOGZkYWFmYWZkMTRmOWQ*Mg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2329873188250377110?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2329873188250377110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2329873188250377110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2329873188250377110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2329873188250377110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-glogster-poster.html' title='My Glogster Poster'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-2990938976508832911</id><published>2009-01-08T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:52:41.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Decoding</title><content type='html'>Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see food in your dream, represents physical and emotional nourishment and energies. The different types of food can symbolize a wide range of things. Generally, fruit is symbolic of sensuality. Frozen foods may imply your cold emotions and frigid ways. Eating certain foods refers to qualities that you need to incorporate within your own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are hording or storing food, indicates a fear of deprivation. You do not trust what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see or eat stale food in your dream, suggests that you are feeling sluggish and emotionally drained. You need to be invigorated and revitalized. To eat bad-tasting food, indicates some sourness or resentment in your emotional state of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2990938976508832911?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2990938976508832911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2990938976508832911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2990938976508832911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2990938976508832911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-decoding.html' title='Dream Decoding'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-2041071298893059600</id><published>2009-01-05T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:51:24.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t153/Tbezzle/Candyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t153/Tbezzle/Candyland.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream was that I was in CandyLand and there was so much food.  The problem was that the food was bigger than me. I was not running from the food. Instead I was eating it. Even though that dream was short I cant remember what happened next. I tend to enter different dreams. Anyway in a different post I will interpret the dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2041071298893059600?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2041071298893059600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2041071298893059600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2041071298893059600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2041071298893059600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-4924808284560029073</id><published>2009-01-05T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:54:57.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.graphicsarcade.com/holidays/christmas/comments/christmas_comments_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.graphicsarcade.com/holidays/christmas/comments/christmas_comments_02.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Christmas was the best. I got everything I wanted. I got a blackberry storm, 200 dollars in cash, clothes, boots, and thats all I can remember. For New years I was so knocked out that I fell asleep once it was 12 am. Anyway that was ow my New Year and Christmas. Oh and during the break I was finishing the packets we received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4924808284560029073?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4924808284560029073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4924808284560029073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4924808284560029073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4924808284560029073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-christmas.html' title='My Christmas'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-4401479677447782623</id><published>2008-12-22T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:30:05.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Silverstein</title><content type='html'>WE WILL MISS YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. BTW I THINK AMANDA WILL BE A GREAT NAME FOR YOUR BABY. NAA IM JUST MESSIN WIT YA. HOPE THE BABY GREEN EYES (HAZEL) LIKE ME :) :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4401479677447782623?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4401479677447782623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4401479677447782623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4401479677447782623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4401479677447782623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/12/mrs-silverstein.html' title='Mrs. Silverstein'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-6254256423574382030</id><published>2008-12-19T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:08:30.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag the Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naparecycling.com/uploads/plastic%20bag.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 552px; height: 768px;" src="http://www.naparecycling.com/uploads/plastic%20bag.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bags we throw out go to the sea or ocean. That is bad because they animals that live in the sea eat the bags and end up choking on it. The sea animals mistake it for food. To help and not cause deaths we can recycle the bags we use instead of disposing them. You can refuse the plastic bags and come with your own bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a toondoo soon okay. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6254256423574382030?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6254256423574382030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6254256423574382030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6254256423574382030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6254256423574382030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/12/bag-bags.html' title='Bag the Bags'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-8967285153315560063</id><published>2008-12-19T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:36:24.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PetLand's Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/bordercolliesoliloquy/Puppy%20mills1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 655px; height: 434px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/bordercolliesoliloquy/Puppy%20mills1.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear PetLand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a video on where you get your puppies. You should stop supporting Puppy Mills because they treat there animals like machines and products not living creatures. Animals raised in puppy mills lack in attention, medical care, clean food, and shelter. And they are sold everywhere at pet stores around the world. You should stop supporting puppy mills because every year animals die because no one buys them. I mean have you seen the way the puppies in the puppy mills are treated. They live in cages with minimum room. Imagine you living like that. Not nice right? This is why you should stop supporting puppy mills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-8967285153315560063?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/8967285153315560063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=8967285153315560063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8967285153315560063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8967285153315560063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/12/petlands-secret.html' title='PetLand&apos;s Secret'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-2532219916677261837</id><published>2008-12-17T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:11:59.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Friends To Weed......... (Not Actually Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SUmHFvQts6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/YSJ4zd7c_Bk/s1600-h/cnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SUmHFvQts6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/YSJ4zd7c_Bk/s200/cnd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280900570724283298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a short story about a kid who has to choose between having friends or staying away from drugs. You can read it &lt;a href="http://www.techbrarian.com/docs/weed.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the decision Jamel made was a good one because he didn't smoke. He did the right thing by refusing the blunt that was going around. It was hard for him to choose because he wanted to stay healthy and because he didn't want his friends to think he was a mama's boy or a sissy. No I haven't been pressured for something I thought was wrong but I know that you have to make the right decision and not make the wrong one. Just cuz ur friends do something that to them seems cool but to you it doesn't, you don't have to follow their decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Extra Credit **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um I think some kids want other kids to go along with what they are doing because they might want to mess with the other person or they are too scared to try it alone. I think it is hard for people to accept others differently because they may want everyone to be like them and they might think its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY NO TO DRUGS!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-2532219916677261837?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/2532219916677261837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=2532219916677261837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2532219916677261837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/2532219916677261837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/12/losing-my-friends-to-weed.html' title='Losing My Friends To Weed......... (Not Actually Me)'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SUmHFvQts6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/YSJ4zd7c_Bk/s72-c/cnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-3816256798765298599</id><published>2008-12-15T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:03:53.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Concoction</title><content type='html'>I would add lettuce, ketchup, and raw eggs. I remember doing this when I was a kid so I have a story. My sister and I got up way before our parents and decided to make us something to eat. We went to the kitchen an got lettuce, eggs, ketchup, olive oil and marshmallows. We mixed it all together and it looked gross. I dared my sister to try it and she insisted that we try it at the same time. So I grabbed two spoons and gave one to my sister. Instead she tricked me and I ate it by myself. It was disgusting. I almost threw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BONUS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I use to play duck duck goose and under the legs tags. I don't think it was weird but if you see me playing it now it seem weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3816256798765298599?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3816256798765298599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3816256798765298599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3816256798765298599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3816256798765298599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concoction.html' title='Nasty Concoction'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-3698405763225657452</id><published>2008-12-12T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:04:10.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping Pet Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://operachic.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/19/sad_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 337px;" src="http://operachic.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/19/sad_dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a responsible pet owner means that you take care of your pet and play with it. A responsible pet owner means that you don't treat your pet like it doesn't matter and are always treating it like if it was and actual human. Dogs have feelings too! To help stop pet population people can get their pets spayed or neutered. If you don't then the dog will have up to six babies and when those 6 babies grow up they will have more and more puppies. In total there will be alot of dogs who will need alot of homes. To stop homelessness we can adopt a pet from the shelter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3698405763225657452?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3698405763225657452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3698405763225657452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3698405763225657452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3698405763225657452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopping-pet-homeless.html' title='Stopping Pet Homeless'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-7711036110640225186</id><published>2008-12-04T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:13:13.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Cruelty :[</title><content type='html'>Animal Cruelty is when people abuse their pets. They abuse them by hitting them, kicking them, not feeding them, punching them almost anything physical. Also a lot of people make their dogs fight (dogfighting) and they can get seriously hurt. Well we can do a lot of things to prevent animal cruelty. We can get help, tell people to be responsible,get people to listen and not to be cruel to animals, and we can start a club. Those are the things we can all do and will make a difference in animals life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a cartoon (its pretty good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="overflow: auto; padding-right: 5px; width: 300px; height: 340px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/View.toon?param=480737"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toondoo.com/public/a/m/a/amanda188/toons/cool-cartoon-480737.png" border="0" alt="\Toon\" title="\Toon\" longdesc="\toon\"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-7711036110640225186?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/7711036110640225186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=7711036110640225186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7711036110640225186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7711036110640225186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/12/animal-cruelty.html' title='Animal Cruelty :['/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-1985939376674323329</id><published>2008-11-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:34:23.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thief In The Night</title><content type='html'>I think he believes that when you die you are reborn. That you are given another chance to be born again in another soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1985939376674323329?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1985939376674323329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1985939376674323329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1985939376674323329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1985939376674323329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/thief-in-night.html' title='The Thief In The Night'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-4243668974979410648</id><published>2008-11-21T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:57:52.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Child Labor Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dcgkx7gv_21hns2pxc5_b"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my very first Child Labor poster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4243668974979410648?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4243668974979410648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4243668974979410648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4243668974979410648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4243668974979410648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/amandaposter.html' title='My Child Labor Poster'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-793107256003297352</id><published>2008-11-20T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:24:51.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I take a long look in the mirror this is what I see</title><content type='html'>I see a girl who wants to accomplish something. I see a girl who tries her very best and always succeeds. I see a girl who understands the importance in life. I see me as an inspiration to others and also as a role model. I see myself as a hero and maybe even and example to kids. I see myself having a good job and wit a pretty decent house. I see myself as a athlete. I see my self a passionate person. Overall I see myself as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      (This is another out of the blue topic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-793107256003297352?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/793107256003297352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=793107256003297352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/793107256003297352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/793107256003297352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-take-long-look-in-mirror-this-is.html' title='When I take a long look in the mirror this is what I see'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-8794601408667584797</id><published>2008-11-20T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:25:12.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The saddest moment in my life (I picked the pic because I loved the eye color lol)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wright.edu/cola/Dept/eng/english_club/images/SadFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.wright.edu/cola/Dept/eng/english_club/images/SadFace.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got bored so I went online to find a good topic. I really liked the title topic because I have a sad moment. Well the saddest moment has to be when my dad's brother died in a car accident. It happened in Pennsylvania around the midday. I wasn't with him but my dad's sister called him up and told him. He was riding in his car to go to a doctors appointment when he slipped off the road and his car  completely crashed. At first I thought they were playing a trick on me but I saw my dad get really emotional because his brother is so close to him. When we go to Pennsylvania we stop by his grave and just get emotional. Well I don't wanna go any further because I'm starting to get a little emotional myself but that has got to be the saddest moment for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-8794601408667584797?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/8794601408667584797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=8794601408667584797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8794601408667584797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8794601408667584797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/saddest-moment-in-my-life-i-picked-pic.html' title='The saddest moment in my life (I picked the pic because I loved the eye color lol)'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-8232712416786891719</id><published>2008-11-19T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:30:32.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSSSSS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ccrsupport.com/images/certachieve.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://www.ccrsupport.com/images/certachieve.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I won two awards. One for great attendance and one for always doing my work and always doing what I am told to do. I feel so honored because all that hard work payed off. I just wish they gave out awards for every subject. I just love awards. They mean so much to me. Anyway I have to go. Dont worry ill post more. And Im almost done wit my child labor poster. That should be uploaded soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-8232712416786891719?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/8232712416786891719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=8232712416786891719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8232712416786891719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8232712416786891719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/yessssss.html' title='YESSSSSS!!!!!!'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-3130179843056904063</id><published>2008-11-17T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:28:29.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Expensive Thing I Ever Bought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cgernet.com/images/ipod%20nano%20green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.cgernet.com/images/ipod%20nano%20green.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um well I really dont know what I regret buying. I mean I love what I buy because I picked it out.  Oh maybe I regret buying my ipod nano because I never use it and because Im not really good at adding music to it. Once I get something new i play with it for like a week and then ill just stop playing it until something new comes out. Im not saying I wish I never got the ipod nano im just saying I never use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3130179843056904063?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3130179843056904063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3130179843056904063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3130179843056904063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3130179843056904063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/most-expensive-thing-i-ever-bought.html' title='Most Expensive Thing I Ever Bought'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-3063723739920531167</id><published>2008-11-10T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:42:16.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Miner</title><content type='html'>I'm a gold miner. Everyday I have to wake up early and search for gold. I don't even get enough money to support my family and I. No I never have any fun nor am I ever happy because I work so much. I wish I had a normal life with lots of friends and to go to school. I want to learn so much but I'm wasting my time searching for gold. While we search for gold we use a chemical called Mercury. It is a chemical that attracts gold. I'm some what scared because I could get sick from the chemical. When I carry heavy gold I often get cuts and I don't even take a break. Some times I just feel my legs go numb by the amount I'm carrying. My back aches and it doesn't go away. I want to get a good education or at least a little bit of learning so life wont be so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3063723739920531167?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3063723739920531167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3063723739920531167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3063723739920531167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3063723739920531167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/gold-miner.html' title='Gold Miner'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-6433815400560677623</id><published>2008-11-07T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:19:53.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Senses, Minus one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/see-no-evil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 420px;" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/see-no-evil1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is a hard question and quite frankly I don't know. Which sense would I give up? Sight- I need it to see what I'm doing and what I'm eating. Hearing- I need to hear all the gossip that goes. Taste- I need to taste my food. Smell- well I need to smell the food that people cook. Touch- I need to touch my food. I really don't know which to give up. I might give up hearing but if I had to give up something I wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DAY WITHOUT MY HEARING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I lost my hearing. I was traveling to Texas to visit my grandparents. We took a break at a gas station. I went to go get a drink and to use the bathroom. Once I bought my drink I walked into a dirty bathroom. I did my business and went to wash my hands. As I went to wet my face water had gotten in my ear. I had noticed the water had been super dirty. I felt my ears getting huge as if a bee stung my ears. I ran out the bathroom and ran to my mom. I told her my ears were hurting me and I waited for an answer. I stood waiting for like a solid 3 minutes. My mom shook me. But I still didn't hear an answer. I told her again but louder. Then I did something I would never do. I did some thinking. I asked my mom to grab my a paper and a pen. On that paper and pen I told her I couldn't hear a word she was saying and to hurry and take me to grandmas house. She took the drivers seat and drove off (with me inside). Mom was driving past speed limit because the wind was my blowing back my lips and face. I couldn't even talk. My mom had stopped by a pharmacy on the way and got me that ear medicine stuff that doesnt do anything. She dropped 2 drops of liquid into both my ears and shook them a bit. Any way to make the story short when we finally reached my grandparents house my ears started to clear up and the sweeling reduced. In minutes I could hear again. And thats the story of how I lost my hearing for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6433815400560677623?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6433815400560677623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6433815400560677623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6433815400560677623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6433815400560677623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/five-senses-minus-one.html' title='Five Senses, Minus one'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-1822096173911025700</id><published>2008-11-06T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:06:38.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.individualsole.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/barack-obama-antar-dayal-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 523px; height: 800px;" src="http://www.individualsole.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/barack-obama-antar-dayal-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Obama being voted president means alot to me because hes the first African American president and I do believe that change can happen. I mean he mad history by becoming the FIRST African American president. People always use to say they will never be a black president by he proved the world wrong. In a way he signified change because instead of white presidents there is now a African American president. I believe he could make the world better then what it is or was. As president I hope he can lower the price of college. I know I got a long way but its not only for the benefit of me it also can apply for other people. I mean I would love to go to college but the prices are too high. I just want Obama to make as much change as he can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1822096173911025700?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1822096173911025700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1822096173911025700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1822096173911025700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1822096173911025700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama.html' title='Barack Obama'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-4178711532851607474</id><published>2008-10-25T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:32:47.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Laptop Story Part 2</title><content type='html'>When I had finally reached the house, I locked the doors and zoomed up to my room. I took a deep breath and looked to my hand to see that I was still holding the mac book. I thought the mac book had fallen because I was running quicker then usual. I plugged in the charger to the mac book and turned it on. The computer was in great shape and was working quite well. "Mark are you in here" my mom said. "Um yes give me a minute. I'm putting on my pajamas" I said while putting the mac under my pillow. My mom came in and sat right next to me. She was talking about getting me the laptop Ive always wanted (which was the one I stole because I knew my mom was never gonna get me one) for doing good in school. She left my room and I quickly took out the mac book. Now I had to really think. Here's what I could do: I could return the laptop and face my punishment which will be not getting the laptop &amp; getting timeout or I could hide the laptop my whole life. I really had trouble deciding. I layed down on my bed just thinking.While I was sleeping I had plenty of people telling me or should I say helping me with my desion. The people in my dream was my math teacher and the guy who loves to steal. The teacher was telling me to return the laptop while the other guy was telling me to sell it so I could make a couple of bucks. Morning had come and still no different from yesterday. Feeling guily but still unsure of what to do. When I got to school the security took me to aside and asked me if I knew what happened yesterday. I said I didn't know who was here yesterday. When I go out of school I ran home to see if my mom had spotted the laptop. But she didn't. I went straight to the mac book and cleaned it up. I still didn't know what to do. I felt real bad that I stole a laptop because I didn't pay for the laptop and I just wanted one so I can show it off to my friends. Plus my mom was getting me one for having good grades. That made me feel real bad. I had made up my mind. The sun had rose and so did I. I grabbed the mac book and went to school. At school to the technology teacher and told him everything. I ended up doing extra work and getting detention for 2 weeks. Well at least I did the right thing by returning the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE: That's what I'm trying to get at people. If you steal do the right thing and return it. You might get in trouble but at least you know you did the right thing. Even if your friends approve of you stealing, don't listen to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4178711532851607474?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4178711532851607474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4178711532851607474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4178711532851607474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4178711532851607474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolen-laptop-story-part-2.html' title='Stolen Laptop Story Part 2'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-8105234634291987670</id><published>2008-10-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:18:57.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMED PART 2</title><content type='html'>I Left the house in a hurry to go to school. As soon as I walked out all eyes were on me. They looked confused and probably asking themselves what is she doing. I put my head down and walked even quicker. Once I opened the wooden doors of school I knew I had arrived to the bully zone. Everyone watched as I walked through the hallways that seemed endless to open my locker. I had finally gotten to my locker and heard plenty of people whispering. One of them started telling jokes about me and everyone started laughing. I felt so humiliated. I ran to the bathroom as quick as I could. I took out my cellphone and called my older brother who I should say was the greatest scientist alive. He was in at my dads house which was like and hour away. I asked my brother to come home after school to help me with an experiment. After that quick phone call I went to class. Throughout class everyone was throwing paper balls at me saying why I look the way I look. After a while I got tired so I got out of my seat and stood up in front of the class. "Hey the only reason why I look like a ladybug is because I woke up like this" I said. "Yeah right stop lying" said someone behind a girl with 2 pony tails. The teacher told me to sit down and stop fooling around so he could get back to teaching. I sunk onto the floor and was dying for school to end. Which in time it did. I walked down the stairs and exited the building as quick as I could. I went home to be questioned by my brother. He first said what everyone else said. "What happened to you.? "I don't know I woke up like this. Do you have anything to make me normal again?" "I can whip a potion up but it will take at least a day" he said. "Oh man I got to go to school to be humiliated again" I said while sighing. As the conversation went on I ignored him. My mom had walked through the door in shock to see me and my brother. Of course my mom was asking me tons of questions which I ignored. "Oh wait I know how to change you" my brother said. "Well cmon start" I said. My brother grabbed my hand and flew me out the door. He dragged me all the way to the store and bought a couple of items though I couldn't see what they were. Once we arrived home my brother grabbed a test tube and started mixing the items up. When he was done, he held the tube up. He told me to try the liquid that looked sort of like a green gelatin. I took the tube and drank it. It tasted weird at first but soon I felt myself changing. I looked at my hands and saw that they were getting thicker and my feet were getting bigger. In minutes I became me again. I had hair, teeth, clothes, and no spots. I even had the biggest appetite I ever had. I thanked my brother and for now I felt better. But I still wondered what that was all about and what would the the kids say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day I was TRANSFORMED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-8105234634291987670?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/8105234634291987670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=8105234634291987670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8105234634291987670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8105234634291987670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/10/transformed-part-2.html' title='TRANSFORMED PART 2'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-3179482351735706594</id><published>2008-10-24T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:07:28.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.michellereich.com/beth/ladybug_other.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 445px; height: 629px;" src="http://www.michellereich.com/beth/ladybug_other.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock woke me up at 9:00. I had gotten up almost not moving an inch. I stood still for a few minutes to get fully awake. I rose off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I felt real funny because I felt my body had no weight as if I had burned it in the gym. The bathroom door had been opened so I walked right in. I turned on the sink while adjusting the water temperatures. I scooped up a handful of water and felt my skin all rough. "Oh My Gosh" I said so shocked. I went to open my eyes all the way and saw someone who didn't look like "me". I had just realized I, out of everything else that happened to me, had become a ladybug. I forced my eyes shut to see if it was all a dream but it wasn't. I had been TRANSFORMED. Many questions ran through my head. Why am I ladybug?. How did I become a ladybug?. Why am I not me?. I walked out the bathroom and examined myself in a full length mirror. My legs and arms were really skinny and I had wings with 6 spots on each side. I still had to go to school because today was picture day and I couldn't miss that. My hands hardly had power to put my shoes on. I wondered what kids will say when this see me as a ladybug. What will they call me? I had to make up an excuse but this excuse had to be good. Oh I had it. I could tell everyone that was my Halloween costume. Being a lady bug will change my life mainly because I'm not capable of doing all the stuff I used to do. I would fly and ill have to eat whatever ladybugs eat which wont be cheeseburgers or fries. I will still be the real me inside because only my outside changed not my inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3179482351735706594?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3179482351735706594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3179482351735706594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3179482351735706594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3179482351735706594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/10/transformed.html' title='TRANSFORMED'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-7617898532841605474</id><published>2008-10-23T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:45:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cmu.edu/stores/computer/images/macbook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 419px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.cmu.edu/stores/computer/images/macbook.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would steal a laptop from our school because the laptops are nice, they are too poor to buy their own, to sell it on ebay and make a big bucks and fourth because they are just jerks. This is wrong because your stealing school property, you wouldnt like it if someone stole something from you and last but no least you sure didnt pay for it. This is the kind of world we live in. We live in a world of Lying, Cheating and Stealing. Although a nice world will just never happen. The person who stole it sure doesnt have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day I Stole a Macbook (even though i didnt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Its 5:00 pm and im here in the park waiting for all the teachers to leave so I can make my move. I see plenty of teachers leave in a group and see the security closing the entrance doors. They stare at me as if they know me and I turned away quickly. I turned back to see if they left and they did. I went to get the ladder I had hid in the garbage. I carried it to the stone floors and made my way up. I didnt look back. I just kept going. I had finally reached the top and looked down one final time to see if anyway was around. I found a door and  took the stairs down to the internet cafe. I twisted the door but it didnt open. I took a key out of my pocket and started to pick the lock. "Yes I opened it" I said. I walked throughout the room until I found what I was looking for. THE MACBOOK. I opened the laptop doors and saw nothing but white mac books. I grabbed one and took a seat down. I turned it on a started browsing the laptop. The noise of footsteps scared the living hec out of me. I grabbed the laptop and a charger and left. I ran as quick as I could back to where the ladder was waiting for me. I climed down the ladder with the laptop in my hand. Once I reached the stone floor bottom, I ran for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME STEALING HIS LAPTOP. I DIDNT DO IT. THIS SToRY IS FICTION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-7617898532841605474?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/7617898532841605474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=7617898532841605474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7617898532841605474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7617898532841605474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolen-laptop.html' title='Stolen Laptop'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-5835368798763106837</id><published>2008-10-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:01:31.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The test we took during talent</title><content type='html'>Okay  while taking the test I learned that im moderately expressed extravert, slightly expressed sensing personality, moderately expressed feeling personality, and moderately expressed judging personality. Well yes I do know what I want to be when I get older. I would love for more than anything in the world is to become a pro wnba player. No i dont think this will help me at all because its from the point of view of a computer its not really me. I just think it wont help. This will only help if believe it but to me I dont like the idea at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-5835368798763106837?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/5835368798763106837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=5835368798763106837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5835368798763106837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/5835368798763106837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/10/test-we-took-during-talent.html' title='The test we took during talent'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-8231010262127313983</id><published>2008-10-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:19:20.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Farm Workers part 2</title><content type='html'>What causes Joseanna to drop out is missing out on all of her school work and it makes it difficult to understand her school work after being gone so much. The MET program also know as Motivation, Education, and training helps to keep kids in school by paying them a minimum of money for them to go to school and to stay away form the farms. The MET is a good program because they want child farm workers to have a life and to be something big in life. The child farm workers are no different from us. The only difference is that they have to work on farms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Question: Okay first I will walk in to the store and look around. Then I would walk up to the manager and ask him "Do you know where this food comes from". And if he says no I'm gonna have to tell him a long speech on where the food comes from and why you shouldn't eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-8231010262127313983?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/8231010262127313983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=8231010262127313983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8231010262127313983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/8231010262127313983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-farm-workers-part-2.html' title='Child Farm Workers part 2'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-7279747169034375729</id><published>2008-10-10T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:42:42.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Farm Worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geh.org/fm/lwhprints/m197701830037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.geh.org/fm/lwhprints/m197701830037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is torture. I have to make food, rugs, and clothing. Everyday I have to pick up seeds one at a time. IT hurts my back alot. When im working outside im exposed to heat and cold. It makes me feel like im dying because im working for nearly 14 hours or more. I do very poorly in school because I dont even go to school. I would love to go to school so I can have a good education and so I can get a real job. I worry about getting sick from the chemicals they spray to kill bugs and bacteria. My parents make me work so that I can help them earn money. Which is quite a little bit of money. I work to give my parents a better life. This is just like being a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help others I would refuse foods to buy foods that were picked by exploited workers. Everyone should refuse food that were picked by exploited workers because they work their butts off for people not to appericate what they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-7279747169034375729?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/7279747169034375729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=7279747169034375729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7279747169034375729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/7279747169034375729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-farm-worker.html' title='Child Farm Worker'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-1517152460451149103</id><published>2008-09-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:33:00.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture me with.......... well me</title><content type='html'>Well I have 2 people in mind. But let me start off saying im a fan of wrestling. I love wrestling. So the 1st person I would LOVE to stand next to in a picture would be Shawn Michaels. Why? Well hes like my favorite wreslter of all time. I would ask him hows hes doing and for his autograph. The next person I would LOVE to take a picture with would be me in like 20 years. I would ask me how im doing and also hows my life in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you who I would love to take a picture next to but how about all you guys out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill post the photo mash up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1517152460451149103?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1517152460451149103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1517152460451149103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1517152460451149103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1517152460451149103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-me-with-well-me.html' title='Picture me with.......... well me'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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-3313503254409331311.post-3899398168343976141</id><published>2008-09-26T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:03:59.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay I Finally found my Talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SN2Gd41o8kI/AAAAAAAAABk/f8sWTHN4W7k/s1600-h/ist2_3391548-sleeping-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SN2Gd41o8kI/AAAAAAAAABk/f8sWTHN4W7k/s400/ist2_3391548-sleeping-boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250500588615561794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My talent is.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EATING AND SLEEPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the ability to sleep for hours and hours. I no its not that big of a deal but for me it is. I an sleep for almost a day without any distractions. Unless i fall of the bed which has happened a couple of times. Sleeping is my thing. Its like the thing i wish everyone can do more of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another talent i have is that i can eat without stopping. You may think it is easy but its not. Sometimes people may throw-up but not me. I can eat and eat and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my hidden talents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-3899398168343976141?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/3899398168343976141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=3899398168343976141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3899398168343976141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/3899398168343976141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-i-finally-found-my-talent.html' title='Yay I Finally found my Talents'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SN2Gd41o8kI/AAAAAAAAABk/f8sWTHN4W7k/s72-c/ist2_3391548-sleeping-boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-4184336842482130182</id><published>2008-09-26T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:57:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SN1MocdpiNI/AAAAAAAAABc/At8-aPqh3w8/s1600-h/SA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SN1MocdpiNI/AAAAAAAAABc/At8-aPqh3w8/s400/SA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250436998302894290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its okay to have tattoos because some tattoos look nice. It can be ok to get tattoos because some really mean something and they are artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its bad to get tattoos because some are just ugly and they ay judge you differently. Lets say ur goin to a tea party or some place elegant and you have to wear a dress.You will feel so wierd because u have lots of tattoos and every one else looks decent. I think its bad to get tattoos because some of them are just on peoples body for decoration. And plus it hurts like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-4184336842482130182?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/4184336842482130182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=4184336842482130182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4184336842482130182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/4184336842482130182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/09/tattoos.html' title='Tattoos'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SN1MocdpiNI/AAAAAAAAABc/At8-aPqh3w8/s72-c/SA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-1978632164666322019</id><published>2008-09-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:10:56.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The adult I interviewed is................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SNlpaHLhh7I/AAAAAAAAABE/2OF4Eid6kc8/s1600-h/MYMOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SNlpaHLhh7I/AAAAAAAAABE/2OF4Eid6kc8/s400/MYMOM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249342738001921970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my moms earliest moments of when she was a child was when she was born."Life as a teenager was great" my mom recalled. "I attended JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL 56"."I was a very good student(wow like mother like daughter)" my mom then added. I also learned that my mom played games such as monopoly and pick up sticks. She played sports such as tennis and handball. The most important thing that ever happened in my moms life was having her 4 children, Jose, Brenda, Julie, and last but no least me :) My moms greatest adventure was her very 1st trip to Puerto Rico. She is kind of sketchy on the details but she remembers being really happy and dying to go on vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-1978632164666322019?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/1978632164666322019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=1978632164666322019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1978632164666322019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/1978632164666322019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/09/adult-i-interviewed-is.html' title='The adult I interviewed is................'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SNlpaHLhh7I/AAAAAAAAABE/2OF4Eid6kc8/s72-c/MYMOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-6194905285998760852</id><published>2008-09-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:26:46.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SNgbomFZ22I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3LxrEMjdu4M/s1600-h/HURRICNAE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SNgbomFZ22I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3LxrEMjdu4M/s320/HURRICNAE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248975749932243810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRICANE IKE LOCATED IN THE TEXAS AREAS :The damage caused by the winds was houses knocked down and trees falling with tremendous force. Almost everything was knocked down. The wind flooded the houses with water and caused major flooding. Residents rushed to stock up on last-minute supplies and fill up gas tanks to prepare for the storm. People became homeless in addition to getting their house flooded :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3313503254409331311-6194905285998760852?l=avelazquez188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/feeds/6194905285998760852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3313503254409331311&amp;postID=6194905285998760852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6194905285998760852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3313503254409331311/posts/default/6194905285998760852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avelazquez188.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>avelazquez188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316937099701845498</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIQ_DITOexs/SNgbomFZ22I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3LxrEMjdu4M/s72-c/HURRICNAE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313503254409331311.post-4136443984600629696</id><published>2008-09-22T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:52:00.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hidden Talents are the unthinkable (that i cant think about them)</title><content type='html'>okay. 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