<?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-1818067267646217237</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:08:11.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Turns Taken in a Teen's Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valerie</name><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818067267646217237.post-453084867541573356</id><published>2008-11-26T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:33:16.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typed Words Are Never Real</title><content type='html'>When everyone spends all their time.... Yes. I'm stopping there. When everyone spends their all their time. When people spend their time, I understand they make mistakes. But how could so many people constantly make the same mistake. Every day more and more people will make the same mistake over and over again. Why won't someone tell everyone about their huge mistake? There are over a million, could even be over a billion people who are Internet fakers. I know. I've been Google imaging for who knows how long. "Hey, I know her, and him too, and him." "You know, I could copy these pictures and call them myself just as easy as.....OMG." Yeah, your secret is out. But does anyone ever realize that when you take these pictures from these people and call it your own. And when 100 people take that one picture and call it them that the person who is actually in the picture is never real. And since you just took this picture and you're now a faker, you're never real either. No one is ever real. Then you have all of the poor innocent people who trust these photo stealers. Even though, when you really think about it, they aren't real either. If you truly understand the lyrics in the Green Day song &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;American Idiot&lt;/span&gt; you would know that no one on the Internet or anywhere "in the media" is real. No one! You, I, am just a bunch of typed words. Nothing more. Typed Words. Same for all of the creative people out there who come up with stories to go along with their new "self portraits". Just typed words. No more, no less. Do you even realize that you are making a mockery out of yourselves and everyone else? Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1818067267646217237-453084867541573356?l=twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/453084867541573356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1818067267646217237&amp;postID=453084867541573356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/453084867541573356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/453084867541573356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/2008/11/typed-words-are-never-real.html' title='Typed Words Are Never Real'/><author><name>Valerie</name><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-1818067267646217237.post-329953520873140016</id><published>2008-11-16T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:31:30.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Selfishness?</title><content type='html'>Why are people so selfish and needy? Why do they always think everything is about themselves? Why is it so hard for people to think logically about things before they go and complain or ask for help. I'm all for helping people, don't get me wrong. Maybe I'm just in a bad mood. Maybe today I just can't handle people who insist on things being about them. Even if they are hypocrites. Maybe I'm in a good mood and I'm just tired of people. I'm always tired of people. Almost always. The one thing that I'm sure people will always be capable of is being bothersome, annoying, &amp; selfish. Even I'm doing it now, I'm being selfish wanting people to stop being selfish. Oh, well. I need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, unlike most people I am going to logically think this through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is is selfishness? Well. Webster says: concerned excessively or exclusively with oneself. That makes sense. Now for my question: Why? Why are people selfish? You know, I think half the time people don't even realize when they're being selfish. They just are. It's human nature to want more than others. But you aren't supposed to. No, that's incorrect. You shouldn't. You shouldn't want more than others. You should focus on pure happiness. Pure pleasure without any competition against your neighbor. So people are going to be selfish. You are going to be selfish. And I guess you've got to deal with it. There are a lot of things you've got to deal with though. It would be cool if you could just chose one each day and that would be your one thing that you would have to deal with that day. However that would completely make one of my first blogs irrelevant. With the whole good days and bad days thing. Then there would be no possibility for a perfect day because you would have to deal with something each day. I don't know. I think that a lot "I don't know". But really I don't. Oh, well. You are never expected to know everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1818067267646217237-329953520873140016?l=twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/329953520873140016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1818067267646217237&amp;postID=329953520873140016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/329953520873140016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/329953520873140016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-selfishness.html' title='Why Selfishness?'/><author><name>Valerie</name><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-1818067267646217237.post-6902485103066830366</id><published>2008-10-03T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:29:25.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Need To Think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gd3wBvuey8c/SOQVy5CKZ9I/AAAAAAAAABo/u_xJcypjwhA/s1600-h/Idiots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gd3wBvuey8c/SOQVy5CKZ9I/AAAAAAAAABo/u_xJcypjwhA/s320/Idiots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252347029468374994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I found this picture at: http://www.cyberhap.com/copper/displayimage.php?album=15&amp;pos=6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I have posted a motivational poster above, or somewhere near this post that should say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quitters never win, and winners never quit. But those who never win AND never quit are idiots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, think about that for a minute, because I know that when I read that once, I'm not following it... So here it is again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quitters never win, and winners never quit. But those who never win AND never quit are idiots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that you've either read this twice or completely ignored everything that I've said I will explain: Quitters never win. OK, that makes sense, if you quit you aren't playing, meaning it's impossible for you to win. Plus, if you are quitting you aren't focusing on what you are trying to win, you are focusing on something else; or else you would be good enough that you wouldn't have wanted to quit, and you would have already won. Winners never quit. That means that if you are a winner, even if you aren't very good at something you will practice enough until you are good and you do win. Also, if you are winning, even if something gets hard, you don't want to quit. Now, "Those who never win AND never quit are idiots". This means that if you aren't winning, but you just don't grasp the concept and you aren't quitting at some point, call it say the point of failure, then as the saying goes you are pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, giving further thought to the statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you are learning, say, how to read. When you are learning how to read you when once you've learned how. But say you just aren't getting it, and you can't pronounce any of the words, or any part of them even. If you quit, you are likely to end up like the homeless person I mentioned in my last blog. So if you quit something that you need to know, there will be some bad news following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've concluded that the end of these few statements that I'm conversing about "Those who never win and never quit are idiots", I've concluded that isn't exactly something you need to follow, unless.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you're gamboling, playing 21, or Blackjack, as others call it. And you aren't winning, you've just got bad luck (I know 21 isn't a 100% luck game, but mostly, it's luck). And if you never win and never quit, you will also end up like the homeless person mentioned in my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't know what to think. But maybe that's just it. You need to think. When you think about learning how to read and you think about what your future will be like if you stay and keep trying, and what your future will be like if you quit you notice that if you stay and keep trying to learn how to read your future is more likely to end up good than if you quit and you end up homeless. Now thinking about the gamboling, if you aren't winning, and you aren't quitting, if you stay and keep trying you are likely to lose all your money. But if you quit you might at least have your house left :) This means that I've so far concluded that people need to think for themselves, and not just let funny sayings do all their thinking, because each and every one of us who's reading this blog should know better than that. But if you take this a step further, what if you didn't read it. Some people believe everything they read. And others will believe everything they hear. What if a friend told you that saying about winning and quitting? And you believed that person. You stuck that in your head that that if you never win and never quit = bad. You don't even think about it.. walla! it's there. That means your friend is controlling your life. And this isn't real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't it real good for someone to control your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't good because if you let someone control your life you've made no decisions for yourself, and you won't be happy, whoever is controlling you might be. But it isn't your job to make random controllers happy. It is your job to make YOU happy. So, say someone tells you, "hey, you would be really cool if you did this..." You know that sounds a lot like "Hey, you would be really cool if you did drugs". And you don't want to do drugs just because someone said "Hey, you would be really cool". Heck, if that person is offering you drugs how do you know they aren't high? Or they aren't thinking straight? Or they, while they're losing thousands of brain cells each second, think you would be really cool. Well, if you must listen to others, I am considered an other, and I say YOU WOULD BE REALLY COOL IF YOU DID WHAT YOU WANTED. Why not listen to me? Because I'm just another crazy on the internet? Hey, you've already started listening to me, you've made a generalization on YOUR OWN. Isn't that great? (I am aware that no one cares, but this is well worth a try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, summarizing this all up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quitters never win, and winners never quit. But if you never win AND never quit, you are an idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a false statement, you must keep trying at what you MUST succeed at to become a person with a roof over your head, or maybe even, dare I say it: friends? Yes, I just suggested that if you don't know certain things you may not have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm on to something, maybe everyone should try to be their own person, or maybe, just maybe, I'm another one of those crazy people on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1818067267646217237-6902485103066830366?l=twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6902485103066830366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1818067267646217237&amp;postID=6902485103066830366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/6902485103066830366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/6902485103066830366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-need-to-think.html' title='You Need To Think...'/><author><name>Valerie</name><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/_gd3wBvuey8c/SOQVy5CKZ9I/AAAAAAAAABo/u_xJcypjwhA/s72-c/Idiots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818067267646217237.post-1083319583737513063</id><published>2008-09-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:08:45.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, You Had a Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>This is my theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed... that when you have a bad day, it's often followed by a good day? Or that when you have a good day, it's often followed by a bad day? My theory is that. And this is my reasoning behind it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a bad day, your standards for what a good day would be like become lower. A good day could have been..... finding $100 on the sidewalk. But then you had a bad day and your standards were lowered. Now a good day could be.... finding a penny in the parking lot. Meaning that you're easier to please after a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a good day, your standards are lifted, meaning what you expect out of tomorrow can end up being wildly impossible. For example, say you have a good day, you're inner-consciously going to expect more tomorrow. Meaning that yesterday a good day could have been getting some free candy. But after your good day, the next day, you're going to expect to get free cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep in mind, this is just a theory, and it is one that I will likely not test. Meaning this could be false, it's currently just an educated opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the Becker "rubber band theory". What is the Becker Rubber Band Theory, you ask? Alright, obviously you don't watch enough TV. The Becker Rubber Band Theory is that every time a good thing happens to you the "imaginary" rubber band stretches. And once enough good things happen the rubber band is so stretched that it snaps and one great big terrible thing happens. For example Becker found his really expensive pen, some guy returned his wallet without taking any money from it, and lots of other good things happened. Then, the rubber band snapped, and he got mugged and the mugger stole all of his things including the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above are untested theories. This makes me wonder, how many untested theories are there out there? And what percentage of them are true? And what percentage of those could change the world? But this obviously isn't my point, and is likely to be brought up later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point.. Using the above theories, consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about people who's lives are arguably perfect (since no one's life is truly perfect, and if it is then that person should be really worried about when it's going to end, there for ending the perfection). Say this person with an arguably perfect life, you can use common sense to assume that lots of good things have been happening to this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, using &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; theory: this person's standards are either really high, or constantly raising, or both, meaning that this person could crack at any possible hand gesture, like a wave "hi" from the wrong person, or even no wave "hi" from a certain person. Meaning that this person with a great life is about to fall on some hard times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the Becker Rubber Band Theory: This person who's life is going well, it's going well, it's going so well, that the rubber band is becoming really stretched, meaning it's going to hit them in the face even harder. Smack! The rubber band breaks. This is kind of like the people that win the lottery. It starts with just the joy of winning. Then the joy of shopping without looking at the price tags. Then the joy of using all of these new things. Then, you get carried away. All you want is more, more, more. Which leads the the snap/smack, you're more willing to do things for your money than your family. Which leads to divorce, and depressed children, and suicide (OK, maybe it doesn't quite go that far, but you get the pattern).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking at a person who's had just a terrible life! They've got no hope. No matter how hard they tried they failed school, they weren't even liked by anyone, and they're addicted to heroin, and they're homeless. Yeah, they're life sucks, thinking about even this made up character's life, you're appreciating your life more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my theory: This person's expectations for a good day are LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW (yeah, I like that song, but the song Low, no matter how tempting to dance to, is not the point). Meaning, one, little bitty good thing could happen to this person, and they would smile. They would think twice before purchasing their heroin that next time they ran out. And I'm not talking about homeless people getting into a fist fight over a penny on the corner. I'm talking about, maybe..... a hand gesture (I'm running out of better examples, sorry). Maybe one person smiled and waved. And this lonely, depressed individual smiled and waved back, suddenly feeling better, feeling hope. Feeling that maybe, just maybe, that if they put their mind to it, and gave it their all - 150% - and they thought that they could improve their life. But then, the smiling, happy person leaves, and this sad fellow stops smiling and realizes that he gave his all, and tried his best and this is his life, and he's going to live it, no matter how painful it may be, because he'd rather feel pain than nothing at all (I know, I quote songs often, you should get used to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about Pay it Forward, it's a movie, it's a choice, it's even a song called the Chain of Love by Clay Walker (or I think it's Clay Walker). You're probably familiar with what pay it forward is, but if you live in a hole, I'll help you out: Pay it forward is when someone does something nice to you, you don't pay the person back up front, you do nice things to other people instead. The cute little boy in the movie had the idea, he thought that if he did nice things to three people and he didn't chose to pay them back, but instead told them to help three others, and so on. And he expected for that to change the world, that eventually everyone would be doing nice things for others. In the song the guy singing is driving to his ratty old home in his ratty car, then he sees this old lady on the side of the road with her Mercedes with a flat tire. He helps her fix it, then tells her to pay it forward. Then, the old lady goes into a diner and leave a $100 tip to her waitress. Then, it turns out that waitress was his wife. And the chain of love returned to him. It's a very nice fantasy world, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, when you think about this, and you mix it in with the above theories, the chain of love doesn't seem very powerful because bad things are going to happen anyway. But that's my point of this blog. Bad things are going to happen, and you can take notes and conjure up theories all you want, but life isn't perfect, and bad things are going to happen. But, with the help of these theories, you can't prevent bad things, but you can make bad things not seem as bad. Like for example, using my theory, after that bad day can be, guess what, a good one. Or you could even use my theory to say to yourself, I'm having a good day, I better not get carried away with myself and set my standards too high. Or using the Becker Rubber Band Theory you can say good things have happened and that could end soon, but at least I'll have _________. Like life, or at least you don't have cancer, at least you aren't addicted to anything, etc. Or even with pay it forward, you can know that you are making the world a better place, even though it isn't perfect, and never will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1818067267646217237-1083319583737513063?l=twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1083319583737513063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1818067267646217237&amp;postID=1083319583737513063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/1083319583737513063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/1083319583737513063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So, You Had a Bad Day?'/><author><name>Valerie</name><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-1818067267646217237.post-4134940169531191880</id><published>2008-09-23T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:02:00.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Ever Asks Why</title><content type='html'>No one ever asks why, however, knowing why something is can help you prevent it, or stop it. No one ever asks why people are addicted to things, yes, of course, you'll read about it in your health books as facts, but not to prepare you to avoid them. Why are people addicted to things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I asked it. Like all of those Chinese people who are glued to their computers, or all of us Americans with our video games, then there are all of those people everywhere who are addicted to smoking, drugs, or alcohol. Why? In my opinion, from what I've noticed, they're lonely. And these particular things (computers, video games, cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol) will never abandon them. People will. These things will stay and do not judge them. People do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, back to those health books. The health books say that people will do drugs to fit in, and eventually it becomes an addiction. Let me rephrase this to make it follow my point: People will do drugs to fit in with other people, because they're lonely and they would do anything to have their friendship. However, those obviously aren't the brightest people on earth, because they don't realize that if they need to be high to be friends with these people that there must be SOME problem in the picture. But this blog is not about stupid people, it's about people who are addicted to something and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that there's a very fine line between an addiction and a habit? Habits just aren't generally bad, addictions are. I saw a movie once about this guy who had a very predictable life, he had formed several habits that were aligned with his watch. He had a habit of tieing his tie each morning. That's not such a bad thing. Other people have habits of smoking each morning. That is a bad thing. Except you would call the smoking an addiction, and wearing the tie a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster dictionary says that a habit is a settled tendency or usual manor of behavior. It also says that an addiction is compulsive need for and use of a habit-forming substance. So back to my original point, a habit and an addiction are similar things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why should you care WHY people are addicted to things, I mean, you aren't? Or are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1818067267646217237-4134940169531191880?l=twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4134940169531191880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1818067267646217237&amp;postID=4134940169531191880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/4134940169531191880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/4134940169531191880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-one-ever-asks-why.html' title='No One Ever Asks Why'/><author><name>Valerie</name><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-1818067267646217237.post-7488083430300131818</id><published>2008-09-18T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:46:01.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think. A lot. An Awful Lot.</title><content type='html'>I think a lot. An awful lot. Sometimes it's hard to stop thinking. Thinking isn't neccicarily a bad thing. For one example; (this is one of my many mottos) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I always find myself either thinking too much and never making a decision, or thinking too little and immidiatly regretting what ever it is that I did.&lt;/span&gt; So, now, back on track here. Thinking.... dun, dun, dun... I had to write that. yes, I did, to satisfy my thoughts, I am thinking out click. I know, that made no sense to you. "I am thinking out click". What I meant by that was that as opposed to "thinking out loud" I'm "thinking out click" by typing exactly what I'm thinking without really thinking about it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sense it's beginning to appear as if I have no point at all for this post... there is one: On this blog I'd like to make some posts that are just thoughts, and I think it would be nice for my readers to know that they aren't scientific theories to be tested in a lab over and over again. They're just thoughts and due to the fact that my mind takes some twisted turns these thoughts may be a little strange, or off. So, don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1818067267646217237-7488083430300131818?l=twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7488083430300131818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1818067267646217237&amp;postID=7488083430300131818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/7488083430300131818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/7488083430300131818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-lot-awful-lot.html' title='I Think. A lot. An Awful Lot.'/><author><name>Valerie</name><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-1818067267646217237.post-166781231991073649</id><published>2008-09-12T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:13:25.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wouldn't Call Myself Your Average Teenage Girl</title><content type='html'>Alright. This is my first post, so I better say something interesting. Maybe I should tell you about myself, sense I know how much everyone likes hearing about other people. *sarcasm* Well, my name is Valorie, but you probably could have figured that out by viewing the site a little more, if you haven't already. I wouldn't call myself your average teenage girl, just because I'm not real big on becoming someone I'm not to fit in. So, no, you won't be reading those stories told in all those Disney movies, if that's what you were expecting. However, I do like music, shopping, basketball, &amp; basically anything fun. But you could probably take a poll of teens and they'd say they liked something close to those things. Maybe not basketball in particular, but who doesn't love sports? I know, there are 6 billion people on this planet, there have to be at least a million that don't like sports. But that still leaves a whole.... 5.9 billion to love them! My math might be off a little, but hey, who said I had to be right all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I haven't told you much, if anything I've confused you. I said I wasn't a normal teen, then I started listing everything about me that's true for most. What kind of a writer am I!?! Well, here's how I'm unnormal compared to most other people I've met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I make up words like "unnormal"&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't LOVE hip - hop or rap&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like to double space my sentences&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not a makeup wearer&lt;br /&gt;5. I like redneck jokes and I will probably do any entire post of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I feel like coming up with. Again, sense this is my first post, I should probably tell you about my reason for writing this blog (other than that I'm overly talkative and I love to type).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this blog because there are some girls in my grade who made their own website, and it seems cool, but I'm not a real close friend of their's so I didn't want to get too involved with their site, so I made my own. My goal for this blog is just to have some viewers, you know, some people that check like every week to see if I've written something new. I know my writing isn't that terrific, but it's a good goal anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you aren't sleeping... (like you would do what I say anyhow)... if I haven't already put you to sleep... I'm gonna write some more posts. Please stay tuned in. I'll also be putting up pictures and coming up with a better poll that goes better with this particular post. I'm new to this, so I might even do something extra cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1818067267646217237-166781231991073649?l=twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/166781231991073649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1818067267646217237&amp;postID=166781231991073649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/166781231991073649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1818067267646217237/posts/default/166781231991073649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedturnstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wouldnt-call-myself-your-average.html' title='I Wouldn&apos;t Call Myself Your Average Teenage Girl'/><author><name>Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
