<?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-2782657510366709626</id><updated>2012-02-18T07:01:29.968-08:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Twilight Movie'/><category term='Letters to inanimate objects'/><category term='The Host'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='Twilight Guy'/><category term='Twilight Saga'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Sam's Strange World</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome To My World</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-5417822882525479508</id><published>2008-07-13T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:38:39.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog is gone!! oh..wait, there it is!</title><content type='html'>Okay..so, blogger has been really weird lately. Some times it will work, but for the past couple days, it hasn't been working at all. So, since I still wanted to blog, but had no way of doing so, I set up an account over at wordpress, which is where my sis Marcy blogs. So, I will be transferring over to wordpress for the time. We're trying to decide if we should get a new computer or not, because the one we have is completely wacko. Anyway, so, for right now, I will be over at wordpress. You can find my blog &lt;a href="http://samgrubb.wordpress.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; I will continue to post my poems, updates on me and my family, and talk about the Twilight saga there. In the future I may set up a blog similar to &lt;a href="http://www.music4therapy.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one on wordpress. And let me remind you that my blog over at wordpress is still very very new. I'll be trying different layouts and such for a few days just to see what one I like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-5417822882525479508?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5417822882525479508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=5417822882525479508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5417822882525479508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5417822882525479508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-blog-is-gone-ohwait-there-it-is.html' title='my blog is gone!! oh..wait, there it is!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-1108660521127096154</id><published>2008-07-09T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:43:11.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Kaleb Nation, a.k.a 'The Twilight Guy', has &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; finished reading &lt;em&gt;Twilight.&lt;/em&gt; He started &lt;a href="http://www.twilightguy.com/blog"&gt;The Twilight Guy blog&lt;/a&gt; back in April, when he first started reading the books. Now, he has read the last chapter and given us his thoughts. If you're a &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; fan, and haven't read his blog yet, I would recommend you do. He's pretty entertaining, and his youtube &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kalebnation"&gt;videos&lt;/a&gt; are definitely entertaining. But, back to his blog. We're still waiting for his thoughts on the Epilogue, which he has promised to give us on Saturday. Oh, and he's got good taste in music, which gives him extra points in my book. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-1108660521127096154?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1108660521127096154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=1108660521127096154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/1108660521127096154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/1108660521127096154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7655539696150950430</id><published>2008-07-07T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:22:54.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to inanimate objects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>25 days left...</title><content type='html'>There are only 25 days left until the release of &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;. Needless to say, I'm really getting excited now. But, seeing as I pre-ordered it from amazon.com, I won't get it until maybe a week after it's been out. It's going to be torture, knowing that a lot of people have already read the book, and I'll still be waiting for my copy to come. -sigh- I told my mom that when I do get my copy (I'll be waiting for the mail every single day after August second until I get that book) I'm just going to go sit in our back yard and read it the entire day. I'm guessing I won't sleep until I finish it either. =) After all, that's what I did with &lt;em&gt;New Moon. &lt;/em&gt;I finished that one in a day. That's probably the fastest I've ever read a book of that size. Anyway, as part of my 'letters to inanimate objects', I wrote one to my paperback-copy of &lt;em&gt;Twilight. &lt;/em&gt;So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;em&gt;Twilight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;em&gt;New York Times&lt;/em&gt; bestseller. And I completely understand why. Even if you are a bestseller, somehow, my paperback-copy is getting torn apart. It's been pretty used, and I haven't even owned it for a year. So, sorry about that. Already, my little copy has survived moving, being passed around, being read multiple times, my locker, and countless other places. You are one strong book. I'm quite impressed with you. Oh, and, I have a small obsession with you.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Rose Grubb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7655539696150950430?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7655539696150950430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7655539696150950430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7655539696150950430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7655539696150950430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/25-days-left.html' title='25 days left...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-136683334219689096</id><published>2008-06-29T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:04:55.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A little piece of me</title><content type='html'>These two poems here are newer ones, both connected in a way. They are both a piece of me, of my thoughts, of my emotion, my thoughts. I've debated for a few days about whether or not I should post them, because they are so personal. They might not be my best poems, and they might not have that 'flow', but like I said, it's a piece of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice lodges itself&lt;br /&gt;in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;Gasping; I need air.&lt;br /&gt;I stumble,&lt;br /&gt;someone catches me,&lt;br /&gt;wraps their arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;Memories burned to&lt;br /&gt;the under-side of&lt;br /&gt;my lids.&lt;br /&gt;I am weak,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes close.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures dance&lt;br /&gt;in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They stab my body,&lt;br /&gt;I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;Words try to calm me,&lt;br /&gt;they do not work.&lt;br /&gt;I gasp for air.&lt;br /&gt;The memories come faster,&lt;br /&gt;quick punches and blades.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of a sister,&lt;br /&gt;a friend, a hope.&lt;br /&gt;I try to hide them away,&lt;br /&gt;but I am weak,&lt;br /&gt;and I am only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Secret Wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a moment&lt;br /&gt;of serious thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;because I need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I need to explain,&lt;br /&gt;what's happening&lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, scared,&lt;br /&gt;angry, and only thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts&lt;br /&gt;bother me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile and lie,&lt;br /&gt;but she still&lt;br /&gt;haunts my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And in the quiet of the night,&lt;br /&gt;I still find tears&lt;br /&gt;in the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I need a moment&lt;br /&gt;of serious thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;because I need to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-136683334219689096?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/136683334219689096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=136683334219689096' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/136683334219689096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/136683334219689096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-piece-of-me.html' title='A little piece of me'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3868127990606937591</id><published>2008-06-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:46:16.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACDC vs. M&amp;M</title><content type='html'>A while back, Jon M. Chu (the director of Step Up 2) and Adam Sevani made a dance crew. They challenged Miley Cyrus and her best friend, Mandy, to an online dance battle. Both crews are really good, and the battle is still going on, even though the battle started in April. (Just for the record, I favor Jon's team, ACDC.) You can find the rest of the battle videos on Youtube. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8a-FBSEFqcM#"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the first video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3868127990606937591?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3868127990606937591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3868127990606937591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3868127990606937591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3868127990606937591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/acdc-vs-m.html' title='ACDC vs. M&amp;M'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3499445538076120471</id><published>2008-06-16T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:52:47.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crazy ride home...and Speak</title><content type='html'>I'll start with the book first. =) &lt;em&gt;Speak&lt;/em&gt; is Laurie Halse Anderson's first book. It is incredible. I just got done reading it, and loved it. It's so much better than the movie. And even though there isn't that much dialogue, it's still really good. Anyways, you'll have to read it for yourself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..now on to the ride home. We got to the train station early, because we had to get our tickets exchanged. Me and Molly wait on a bench while Mom goes to get the tickets. We wait a long time. When she finally does come back, she tells us that because of the flooding, we're going to be taking a bus to Spokane, and then getting on the train and riding it the rest of the way. After a little complaining, we stand up and go grab some stuff from the vending machines. (We had planned to eat dinner on the train, and didn't have anything for dinner.) We wait a while, and then our bus comes. As we line up, we start to wonder if the bus (that goes straight to Spokane. No stops.) will hold all of the people. It won't. Some of us end up having to go get on the bus that still goes to Spokane, but makes a lot of stops in between. Me, Molly, and Mom ended up on the bus that will stop. It's pretty empty, so we're happy for the moment. And then, they tell us that ten people are going to need to get off that bus because they're going to need a lot of seats for the people they're picking up later on. Thankfully, we don't have to move. Other people volunteer, and we wait to leave. When we finally do get moving, it's not that bad. I've got a seat to myself, and am completely happy. Even though I'm happy, it's still a long ride. We left the station around five (I think...I don't remember the exact time..) and we get in to Spokane around one. I pretty much got a seat to myself the entire time, which I was grateful for, because it made it a whole lot easier to get some sleep. When we pull in to the Spokane station, we end up waiting for almost two hours for our train to pull in. At that point, we weren't very happy. When we finally do get on the train, we settle in and then try to get some sleep. Thankfully, I slept okay...for the train, anyways. I mean, it was sleep, so I'm happy. The rest of the ride went smoothly, and now we are safely home, enjoying the sun and our own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3499445538076120471?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3499445538076120471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3499445538076120471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3499445538076120471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3499445538076120471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-ride-homeand-speak.html' title='A crazy ride home...and Speak'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7069048414961203480</id><published>2008-06-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:48:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>I realize I haven't posted in a while. Sorry about that. Since I'm with Marce and her family right now, I've been kind of busy..and exhausted. =) On the train, I got two hours of sleep. Yeah. Needless to say, I'm still trying to catch up. And, of course, there is always the time difference. But, it's still been pretty fun. There have been some hard times when the memories just are too much, but I think it's been okay. I mean, every single day at home, I would come across something and just start thinking about her. Some days it's a lot better than others, but it's still a hard process. Incredibly hard. I'm just glad I've got a good family to help me through all this. I'm sure the memories will never stop coming, but I don't want them to stop. I can stand the tears, and the pain, because I know I will get to see her again. But for my time on earth, I don't want to just forget about her. I loved Kelly so much, and I still do. And, some of the memories I have of her are good, and some of them aren't. It's just the way that things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7069048414961203480?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7069048414961203480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7069048414961203480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7069048414961203480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7069048414961203480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3857351577272838583</id><published>2008-06-06T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:46:58.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Host'/><title type='text'>When You Look Me in the Eyes</title><content type='html'>Okay, the title has nothing to do with what I'm writing about, it's just the name of the song I'm currently listening to. =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tonight we're taking the train out to visit Marcy, Travis, and the boys. My dad has to leave again on Monday, because he's coming to pick up a car. But me, Molly, and Mom will be staying for a week. I'm really excited to see everybody again, but I'm also a little nervous. The last time we went to Seattle was for Kelly's treatments. I'm not sure how I'll react to being out there without Kelly. But like a lot of other things now, it's all a part of the process. And we'll be able to get through it. And the train ride is 17 hours, so I'll have lots of time to prepare myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh....I'm getting super excited now!! The special edition of &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; was released about a week ago, and it contains the cover art of &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt; and also the first chapter!!! Of course I'm going to buy it! (and most likely read the chapter over and over and over...well, you get the idea.) The cover art is already up on the site, and I've stared at it for a while now. =) Only 56 days now. I'm hoping that the time will go by quickly, but to make it go by even faster, I'm currently rereading all three books. This is my fourth time reading &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;, and I still love it just as much as the first time I read it. My poor paperback is falling apart. Speaking of Stephenie Meyer and her awesome writing ability, I finished &lt;em&gt;The Host&lt;/em&gt; a while ago, and loved it! It was incredible. I can't really talk about it though, because my mom is currently reading it, and I don't want to give anything away. Oh..one more thing. I went to Indiana Jones when it came out, and was super excited to see the Twilight trailer in the previews! It's the same one they've had on the site, but it looks amazing on the big screen. So, look for it in the theaters!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I suppose I should go pack now. =)&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3857351577272838583?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3857351577272838583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3857351577272838583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3857351577272838583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3857351577272838583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-look-me-in-eyes.html' title='When You Look Me in the Eyes'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3688285469198569083</id><published>2008-06-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:53:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The River</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my dad didn't have to work, and it was absolutely beautiful outside. So, we loaded up the car and headed up to Glacier Park. We went to Apgar and found a spot by the river. The water was really high, and there was no beach at all. So me and Molly found a spot that where we could sit on the rocks, and still stick our feet in the water. Which is what we did. Of course, the water was freezing cold because it's all from the snow that's melting, so we quickly would pull our feet out. It was a good day of relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The River&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A scatter of rocks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two girls sitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One with a book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other with a barefoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A silly joke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a moment of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silence again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An observation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The book put down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A short discussion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two smiles and sunlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching the world; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the smell of sunscreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shorts and tank-tops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first day of summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two sisters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a silent bond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3688285469198569083?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3688285469198569083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3688285469198569083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3688285469198569083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3688285469198569083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/river.html' title='The River'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-2080959124611679939</id><published>2008-05-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:06:59.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running through my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know how to say the words out loud,&lt;br /&gt;so I write them all down.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, feelings, dreams,&lt;br /&gt;all recorded here.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;clear in other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The summer is coming quickly,&lt;br /&gt;school went by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;So much changed,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Writer, insomniac, and utterly confused,&lt;br /&gt;so many things are new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worried about going there again,&lt;br /&gt;worried about the memories left there.&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to forget,&lt;br /&gt;but so many things I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;They hide there,&lt;br /&gt;they're not clear here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Images I don't want to see,&lt;br /&gt;haunt me in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Fight sleep just to escape&lt;br /&gt;the coming nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Drown out thoughts&lt;br /&gt;with loud lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A smile, a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;hardly seems fair now.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on,&lt;br /&gt;even without you here.&lt;br /&gt;The sun comes up, the sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-2080959124611679939?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2080959124611679939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=2080959124611679939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2080959124611679939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2080959124611679939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-through-my-mind.html' title='Running through my mind'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3629813313885928210</id><published>2008-05-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:36:58.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SDJUNa3I3YI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YPKE5ndekAw/s1600-h/Pictures+for+Zune+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202313109091966338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SDJUNa3I3YI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YPKE5ndekAw/s320/Pictures+for+Zune+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just going to post a poem I wrote just a few minutes ago. It's one of the most personal things I've written, and I've written a lot of personal things. That's all I'm going to say, so here's 'Lifeboat'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifeboat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love in her heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the girl who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nineteen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;young but old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hard times came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A contagious smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a beautiful personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a hard worker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;accepting life as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching her strength drain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fight end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tears and silent prayers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then and now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing her motionless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like seeing a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;candle blown out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The candle is still there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is no longer visible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in Heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she sees us down here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories pop up everywhere;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a song, a room, a picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always fresh tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time goes on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're clinging to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of seeing that smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day we join her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3629813313885928210?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3629813313885928210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3629813313885928210' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3629813313885928210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3629813313885928210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifeboat.html' title='Lifeboat'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SDJUNa3I3YI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YPKE5ndekAw/s72-c/Pictures+for+Zune+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6490357191312614386</id><published>2008-05-15T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:36:59.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyK8q3I3VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2TZ3X1xcxpM/s1600-h/Pictures+for+Zune+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200684444608421202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyK8q3I3VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2TZ3X1xcxpM/s320/Pictures+for+Zune+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyK9K3I3WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K9_THfkQW1k/s1600-h/Pictures+for+Zune+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200684453198355810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyK9K3I3WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K9_THfkQW1k/s320/Pictures+for+Zune+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyK9a3I3XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kelgvAMU7Yc/s1600-h/Pictures+for+Zune+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200684457493323122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyK9a3I3XI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kelgvAMU7Yc/s320/Pictures+for+Zune+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyJA63I3UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kfHVJqOBEis/s1600-h/Pictures+for+Zune+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200682318599609666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyJA63I3UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kfHVJqOBEis/s320/Pictures+for+Zune+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Today is my mom's birthday. In my opinion, she got some pretty awesome gifts. None of them from me, my sisters, or my dad. The first gift, is that this morning, we discover that there are robin's (my mom's favorite bird) making a nest in our tree. The only other time that we've ever had a nest in our tree is when Kelly put her hair out after she lost it when she was seven. Then, when she takes my dad to work, she sees a rainbow. When she's coming back, she realizes it isn't really a rainbow, but just a patch in the sky of rainbow colors. She loved it. Later, she was talking to Marcy on the phone. I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day, and I hear 'Rose! Rose, come here! You &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to see this!' coming from the kitchen. With a sigh, I put my things away and slowly go out to the kitchen, expecting just another robin or something. Instead, she points out a baby bunny sitting in the middle of our back yard. We watch it from our kitchen window for a while, and then at Marcy's request, I go outside to take some pictures. It sits incredible still for a few minutes as it watches me as I lift the camera to take a picture. Soon, it decides I'm not going to hurt it, and it just goes about it's business. That was at 10 this morning. As I'm writing this, he's still in our back yard, sitting in front of our shed, eating dandelions. Amazing, right? He let me get incredibly close to him to take pictures, and me and my mom were both thrilled. So we sat outside for about two hours (I'm not even kidding. I took, like, fifty pictures of him.) and just watched him dart in and out of our shed as he ate a little. As we're watching him, we hear a bird song that sounds really cool. So we look up, and sitting on a pole right near us is a dove. To top it all off, it's really really nice out. I don't think we could have asked for a better day. So, happy birthday Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6490357191312614386?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6490357191312614386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6490357191312614386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6490357191312614386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6490357191312614386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SCyK8q3I3VI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2TZ3X1xcxpM/s72-c/Pictures+for+Zune+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-8984447469506901891</id><published>2008-05-14T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:58:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite annoying actually.</title><content type='html'>This is just a quick note to apologize for not posting in forever. I've been..not sleeping. So, I'm a little brain-dead, but working on getting a regular schedule again, and then, I can promise I will post more regularly!!!!! Yeah..so...school is winding down! Yay! It's almost done with, thank goodness. I'm so ready for nice weather, sleeping in, and the lazy summer days. Oh, and after school is done, I get to go see Marcy, Travis, Gavin, and Nate!!! Whoo hoo!!! Definitely looking forward to that. So, yeah..I'm gonna go try to sleep now. =) Have a great rest of the week!!!&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-8984447469506901891?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8984447469506901891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=8984447469506901891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8984447469506901891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8984447469506901891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/quite-annoying-actually.html' title='Quite annoying actually.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-5644303276137637732</id><published>2008-05-08T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:54:58.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Host'/><title type='text'>WHAT?!?</title><content type='html'>-sigh- I am sad to say that I just found out the final episode of the season, of the best show ever, The Office, is next week. It was off for a really long time because of the writer's strike, and it seems like it's barely been going on again. However, I'm extremely excited to find out what's going to happen. I really hope that Jim will propose to Pam...because that would be awesome. (If you've never watched the show, you should. Right now.) Anyway, I guess I'll just have to wait for next week.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh...my library won't be getting The Host until sometime next week, which is an incredibly long time to wait (for me, at least.) so I decided to just buy the book instead. How convenient is it that I'll be in the city (which has a book store, thank goodness.) tomorrow? I don't think I could wait any longer to read The Host. It's just too bad that Stephenie won't be coming anywhere near me during her tour. =( Speaking of Stephenie and her wonderfulness, I was so excited when the official Twilight teaser trailer was released this week!!!! May I just say that it's absolutely awesome? Robert Pattinson and Kristin Stewart are perfect for Edward and Bella. I have no doubts about them at all. It's amazing how a single minute of movie footage can convince me that this movie will be perfect. (You can view the trailer &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=33429578"&gt;here.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-5644303276137637732?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5644303276137637732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=5644303276137637732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5644303276137637732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5644303276137637732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/what.html' title='WHAT?!?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3810793408233260380</id><published>2008-05-04T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:44:23.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>New Moon Quotes</title><content type='html'>So, I'm reading &lt;em&gt;New Moon &lt;/em&gt;for the second time, and these books are filled with awesome quotes. So I thought I would share some of my favorites. =) (Let me warn you though, some of these quotes could possibly give away story lines, if you're planning on reading the book. And, yes, I do realize that most of them are from Bella. But the book &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;from her perspective.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not quite sure what I love so much about this first quote, but there's just something about it that I really like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. &lt;/em&gt;-Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We watched zombies eat people. It was great." &lt;/em&gt;-Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only a teenage boy would agree to this: deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money meant for my college education. He didn't see anything wrong with that picture. Jacob was a gift from the gods. &lt;/em&gt;-Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Five foot four is perfect average....It's not my fault you're a freak." &lt;/em&gt;-Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm in the mood for action. Bring on the blood and guts!" &lt;/em&gt;-Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No. I told him you were planning to corrupt my youthful innocence." &lt;/em&gt;-Jacob Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. There you have it. Some of my favorite quotes.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3810793408233260380?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3810793408233260380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3810793408233260380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3810793408233260380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3810793408233260380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-moon-quotes.html' title='New Moon Quotes'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-2793700304213477625</id><published>2008-05-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:13:06.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Host'/><title type='text'>-sigh- Still waiting</title><content type='html'>So..my last day of school, is May 30th. I don't get to see Marcy, Travis, and the boys again until June. Breaking Dawn comes out in August. The Host comes out May sixth. Psych (one of the best TV shows ever) doesn't start up again until July 18th. I'm just hoping that May will go by quickly. I'm ready for summer and camping trips, and I'm really ready to go see my nephews!!&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything very exciting going on right now. We're still working on painting my room. I can't even sleep in there right now, because of all the paint fumes. But I believe it's going to look pretty awesome once we've completed it.&lt;br /&gt;Yep..that's pretty much it. I'm just waiting. (not very patiently at times, I must say.)&lt;br /&gt;I know I've talked, and talked, (and talked some more) about the Twilight saga, and The Host, but I don't think I've ever actually posted a link to where you can read more about the books, and the upcoming Twilight movie. So..if you would like to read further in to them, you can just go &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; That's Stephenie's official website, where it's got all the info. (A great fan site is the twilight lexicon. They are awesome at keeping everyone up to date! You can check them out &lt;a href="http://www.twilightlexiconblog.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-2793700304213477625?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2793700304213477625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=2793700304213477625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2793700304213477625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2793700304213477625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh-still-waiting.html' title='-sigh- Still waiting'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7147930276628000897</id><published>2008-04-29T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:15:56.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>A New Hope</title><content type='html'>Yep. I've been reading the Star Wars Trilogy (which is A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi). Yesterday, I finished A New Hope. Honestly, these books are amazing to read. The descriptions are awesome, and at times, quite funny. One of my favorites is the way it describes Darth Vader. Here's the description from A New Hope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two meters tall. Bipedal. Flowing black robes trailing from the figure and a face forever masked by a functional if bizarre black metal breath screen--a Dark Lord of the Sith was an awesome, threatening shape as it strode through the corridors of the rebel ship. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear followed the footsteps of all the Dark Lords. The cloud of evil which clung tight about this particular one was intense enough to cause hardened Imperial troops to back away, menacing enough to set them muttering nervously among themselves. Once-resolute rebel crew members ceased resisting, broke and ran in panic at the sight of the black armor--armor which, though black as it was, was not nearly as dark as the thoughts drifting through the mind within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome, right? I mean, you can just completely picture that. I'm one of those people that if I read the book, and there's a movie, I have to watch the movie too. Of course, I've seen all the Star Wars movies before, but not in a while...so, of course I'm going to watch it again! Anywho, just wanted to share that little description with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...another update. After a whole lot of thinking, looking at my poems over and over (and over) again, I've made a hard decision. I've decided that I'm going to wait to enter the competition. I don't think I'm quite ready yet. So, I'm going to keep writing, and just enter a different competition later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7147930276628000897?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7147930276628000897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7147930276628000897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7147930276628000897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7147930276628000897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-hope.html' title='A New Hope'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-5430047663887752894</id><published>2008-04-25T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:26:28.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>So many distractions...</title><content type='html'>The hardest part of writing a full story for me, is actually staying with the one story. It's nearly impossible for me to have only one story idea in my mind at a time. I'll be writing something, and all of a sudden, I just get an idea, and I get distracted. It happens a lot. I've found that I write certain things to certain music, because I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; listen to music while I write. The most recent story I'm writing, which was actually started yesterday, I've found that listening to Feist's newest CD is my musical inspiration. =)&lt;br /&gt;Besides the distraction of other ideas swirling in my mind...there's just so much going on around me that makes it hard to write sometimes. I find myself writing at kind of odd times/places. Today, I was waiting for my mom while she was mailing a package at the post office, and I could finally have no distractions while I wrote. Of course, I didn't bring any paper, and so I found a napkin and scribbled a few sentences out before we had to get going again. But, I think the main distraction for me..is just my own mind. It wanders often. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo glad that the weekend is here. It seems I've been running around a lot this week, so I'll be glad to just relax.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that it is still snowing? =)&lt;br /&gt;Hm..here's another letter to an inanimate object. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 9th, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Coat Hanger,&lt;br /&gt;I pass by you daily when I walk in the door. I've never really took much notice of you though, except when I just load you down with coats. It seems a little rude, now that I think of it. But what do you want me to say? Hello? Like I'll really get an answer back. I've noticed you don't really talk. But, thanks for holding all our coats and hats.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Rose Grubb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-5430047663887752894?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5430047663887752894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=5430047663887752894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5430047663887752894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5430047663887752894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-many-distractions.html' title='So many distractions...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-560506067799667892</id><published>2008-04-22T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:14:54.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Only 13 days to go!!!</title><content type='html'>13 days until &lt;em&gt;The Host &lt;/em&gt;by Stephenie Meyer comes out! Grr..I hate waiting for all these books to come out. Oh well. There's still a lot of days (101, to be exact) until &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt; comes out, but at least I'll have &lt;em&gt;The Host &lt;/em&gt;for the summer. =) So..being the obsessed fan I am, I love checking out all the different sites for the books. I recently found one called Twilight Guy. It's this guy who's blogging about the books as he reads the series for the first time. I'm one of those people, that absolutely loves to hear what everyone else thinks of certain books..so, I love reading his blog. If you want to check it out, clicketh the link. &lt;a href="http://www.twilightguy.com/"&gt;http://www.twilightguy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing to report about the band...we're having a hard time getting started..since none of us &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;know how to play our guitars still. But, as soon as I've got anything to report, I promise I'll report it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..I'm trying to find some really good books to read while I wait for Stephenie to release her new books..so if anyone has any recommendations, please please please tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh...I started another blog too!! This one is dedicated to music, one of my favorite subjects. &lt;a href="http://music4therapy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://music4therapy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt; There be the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has an awesome week.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-560506067799667892?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/560506067799667892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=560506067799667892' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/560506067799667892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/560506067799667892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-13-days-to-go.html' title='Only 13 days to go!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-221898688152153181</id><published>2008-04-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:01:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends of snow</title><content type='html'>So..this weekend, it's been snowing and pretty cold. Typical weather for us, but still kind of cool when the sun's out and there is blue sky and we're getting winter storm warnings. Finally, we've had a pretty calm weekend. Molly had music festival on Friday, which was a little boring to go to..but the songs that the choir did were pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and Moll went to the movies with two of our friends. (One of which was our bandmate, Kelsey.) We saw the movie Jumper. It was really good. They had a really awesome cast, which is an added bonus. And, of course, who really minds looking at Hayden Christensen for a while? =) After the movie was over, Kels came over for a while and we just hung out. We watched some JKL videos on youtube...which are the best videos in the WORLD. It's just these kids doing a whole bunch of random stuff, but they are really really funny.&lt;br /&gt;And now..we're all just being lazy. We've been busy lately, and it's nice to finally just be calm. It seems like we hardly get to just sit, and not have anything to do for an entire day. So, whenever I get the opportunity to have a relaxed day, I'm going to hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-221898688152153181?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/221898688152153181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=221898688152153181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/221898688152153181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/221898688152153181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekends-of-snow.html' title='Weekends of snow'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7781559916990270048</id><published>2008-04-16T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:40:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New (and Old) Projects</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!! I haven't been incredibly busy lately...we went to an auction for a family we met at the Ronald McDonald House over the weekend. It was good to see them again! Their little girl, Valicity, is getting treatments at Children's Hospital right now. She is such a little cutie! We found out that she calls my dad 'Papa Don'. (If you would like to visit Valicity's caringbridge and read her story..here's the link! &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/valicityfaith"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/valicityfaith&lt;/a&gt; ) It's amazing the bonds that you form with people that are going through the same thing. We still keep in contact with people we met at the house years ago. It's something that just ties people together like that.&lt;br /&gt;Ah....I'm getting really excited now. I just started writing a new little something (which will, hopefully, one day turn in to a complete book.) and I'm just really getting in to it. Everything's just really clicking. It's all coming together, and it's a bit hard for me to think I'm just creating this from my thoughts and such. I mean, I'm making &lt;em&gt;people.&lt;/em&gt; Of course, they are fictional people, but still, it's cool for me. I don't think I've ever really been this excited about something I've written before. So, I'm happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm happy, but I'm still having a hard time waiting for the fourth, and final =(, book in the Twilight series to come out. I must say, these books are my obsession. They've started to film the movie (which comes out December 12th. -sigh- Another long wait.) and I'm checking for updates, like, every few hours. Seriously. I am not ashamed to say that I do have an obsession with the entire series. =) Oh well. At least Stephenie (the author) is coming out with another book (called The Host. Not part of the Twilight thing, but it looks awesome.) sooner. On May 6, to be exact. Only 19 days!! Yay!! (Sadly, there are 107 days until Breaking Dawn, the fourth book. Yesh. I do check the countdown too. xD)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I really wanted to post another little poem-thing on here..so, sorry for the extra length of this post. I've got a lot to say. =) While we were in Seattle, I started a writing project. I was writing letters to inanimate objects. I haven't written one in forever, what with everything that's been going on, but I really want to start them up again. They're kind of fun to write. So, I'm going to show y'all one!! This one, is written to a water bottle. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 4th, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Water Bottle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I opened you a while ago. I was sick, and I needed something to drink badly. Well, I never did finish you. Now, you just sit next to my bed, half-full, and I imagine quite lonely. I imagine that your contents will go down the drain, and you to the recycling. I wonder if you enjoyed your life. I would hate to be packaged like you were for so long. And then I set you free, only to be ignored once more. Please forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Rose Grubb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7781559916990270048?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7781559916990270048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7781559916990270048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7781559916990270048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7781559916990270048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-and-old-projects.html' title='New (and Old) Projects'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-4632478400094761101</id><published>2008-04-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:25:00.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody!!! Finally, it's Friday! I'm not sure why, but this week has seemed REALLY long. Molly stayed home on Tuesday and Wednesday because she was sick. So I didn't have to do any work either those days. It's a little hard to read a history book while someone else is watching TV in the same room. (For those of you who don't know..I'm finishing the year out doing home-schooling. It's pretty awesome.) And yesterday I was extremely hyper throughout the morning and afternoon. Again, hard to concentrate on anything. Especially if what you're supposed to concentrate on is learning the structure of a leaf. So..I spent a lot of time just making fun of the things I was reading in the science book. =) I'm sure my mom loved hearing all my comments. The reason for my hyper-ness is still waiting to be determined. I say it was just because I was soooooo excited for the return of the best show in the world, The Office. Of course, the coffee I had that morning may have contributed to the whole hyper-thing. =) I did get some things done though. And, I'm reading a pretty awesome book right now. I'm reading Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. (I started it a while ago..but it took me a while to get interested in it.) Now, I'm having trouble putting it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was just messing around on my guitar, and now, I believe I have a verse (complete with chords and everything) for the band we're still trying to put together. We all have pretty busy schedules right now...it's difficult trying to find time to get together and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I've got to go do some math now. (Fun, right? Um. No.)&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-4632478400094761101?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4632478400094761101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=4632478400094761101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4632478400094761101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4632478400094761101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-668008039890457231</id><published>2008-04-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:37:00.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've lost the feeling in my fingertips on my left hand, I'm extremely tired, and still strumming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R_r1S0sUHWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jVf4C4OlMEA/s1600-h/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186727624601509218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R_r1S0sUHWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jVf4C4OlMEA/s320/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186732203036646770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R_r5dUsUHXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YDn9riYGXgQ/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this is about my lovely guitar. I got it summer of '07. I didn't learn how to play it until the beginning of '08. (Many many thanks to Andy for being patient through the countless times I struggled through tuning and lessons!!) Now, I can hardly put it down again. I will admit that after I got home from WA there was a time when I really didn't play. Recently, I got back in to it, and am LOVING IT. (Of course..this might have something to do with the band..xD) So, today, I picked it up, tuned it (I'm much better at that now.) and started to play. I couldn't put it back down. I only switched between the few chords that I know, but by the time I was finished playing, I couldn't really feel anything with my left fingertips. I had lost this sensation after about that month where my poor guitar just sat in it's case, but it quickly returned. It's kind of funny to reach over and touch something..and not really be able to feel it underneath your fingertips. Of course, I am slightly aware that I'm touching something, it's just kinda hard to tell what it is. (If you've ever played guitar, I'm sure you know the feeling. If you haven't, well, you're missing out!!) This, of course, helps when you're playing guitar for a while, because then it doesn't hurt to push down on the strings hard enough to actually make a GOOD sound. Anyways, I just felt like rambling about my awesome, beautiful, and absolutely wonderful guitar. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, my sister, Molly is pretty much awesome. (Don't' worry Marcy..you're awesome too. In your own weird way, that is.) She's introduced me to some awesome stuff that I never would have fell in love with if she hadn't gotten me hooked. For example, the band Good Charlotte. I never listened to them, and now, I'm a complete fan. And, most recently, the show The Hills. I was in the room with her one time, and she started to watch it. Of course, I get confused since this is pretty much the first time I've watched the show (I've caught glimpses before-but never really understood it.) Now, I'm addicted. I'm as bummed as Molly that it's on the exact same night, the exact same time as the CMT awards. (it's a very horrible coincidence.) So, many thanks to Molly for everything she's ever done for me. I'm very fortunate to have sisters that are my friends as well. Of course, we fight, but that's part of being a sister. We get over things quickly, and are buddies again. I don't know what I would do without my sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there are all my random thoughts!! (the first picture, obviously, is my guitar. The second one is me and Molly at the hockey game. That was a FUN night!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-668008039890457231?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/668008039890457231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=668008039890457231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/668008039890457231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/668008039890457231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-lost-feeling-in-my-fingertips-on-my.html' title='I&apos;ve lost the feeling in my fingertips on my left hand, I&apos;m extremely tired, and still strumming.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R_r1S0sUHWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jVf4C4OlMEA/s72-c/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-2093996358312571730</id><published>2008-04-05T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:27:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Wrap: Cheap therapy, or packaging material?</title><content type='html'>So....what's been going on with me this week? Me, Molly, and our other sister Kelsey (okay, okay. She's really not related to us...but she's like family..so we'll just call her sister) decided it would be pretty awesome to start a 'band'. So, we're working on getting that together...though we only have lyrics at this point, and guitars that we really aren't sure how to play very well. (Of course, we know a little, and, besides, people can become famous with power chords, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still making a decision for the competition!! Who knew it could be this hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I should probably explain the title now. This past week, I've discovered how to deal with all that's been going on when it gets to be too much. The first is just listening to music, really really loudly. It really drowns everything else out, even though it may bother the rest of my family at times. Playing guitar can help too, though that has woken up a certain sister of mine on a Saturday morning. =) And just talking, with everyone, helps a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now!!&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-2093996358312571730?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2093996358312571730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=2093996358312571730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2093996358312571730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2093996358312571730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/bubble-wrap-cheap-therapy-or-packaging.html' title='Bubble Wrap: Cheap therapy, or packaging material?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-8609209846444554738</id><published>2008-04-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:25:54.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Okay..well..it's taking me forever to decide!!! Right now..I have three definite choices. They are:&lt;br /&gt;What I Need Today&lt;br /&gt;What a Morning Mind Creates&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be entering one more..so now I just have to decide!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...let's see..I'm going to post another poem on here that I'm considering for the last one to enter. Tell me what you think!!! It's called Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOSER&lt;br /&gt;A silly mistake I made again;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep falling down.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are tired,&lt;br /&gt;and my skin is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a confused mind,&lt;br /&gt;with a lost path ahead.&lt;br /&gt;My hope is gone,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm barely breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a light is coming&lt;br /&gt;and I think I found the path again.&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a little faith,&lt;br /&gt;and I pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;I will heal slowly,&lt;br /&gt;but these wounds won't stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;I can see my happiness&lt;br /&gt;getting closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-8609209846444554738?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8609209846444554738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=8609209846444554738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8609209846444554738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8609209846444554738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-8410542332540212782</id><published>2008-03-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:56:20.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!! I wanted some input from my readers..I'm entering a writing competition for writer's digest, and I wanted to know if any of you had a favorite that you think could win! I'm having trouble deciding which ones to submit. (If you would like to enter the competition, go here for guidelines and entry information. &lt;a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/annual/"&gt;http://www.writersdigest.com/annual/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Well, while you're deciding that, here's another poem! It's called 'A Temptation in the Sea'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Temptation In The Sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and then I tripped again.&lt;br /&gt;I fell deep in to a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm drowning in this lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark and dirty;&lt;br /&gt;water in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Going down my throat;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick;&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to get out of this.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mistakes;&lt;br /&gt;stupid lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I didn't see it coming,&lt;br /&gt;that would just be another lie.&lt;br /&gt;And every lie&lt;br /&gt;pushes water over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is never-ending;&lt;br /&gt;this water will always be here.&lt;br /&gt;It's my job to ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;and not fall under the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves call to me,&lt;br /&gt;and the breeze whispers my name.&lt;br /&gt;The devil is in these waters,&lt;br /&gt;and he's just waiting for a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone will come along&lt;br /&gt;and save me if I don't save myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's my job to ignore the sea,&lt;br /&gt;and not fall under the temptation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-8410542332540212782?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8410542332540212782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=8410542332540212782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8410542332540212782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8410542332540212782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-1002798453350247645</id><published>2008-03-22T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:13:46.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>Today was my sister's funeral. This past week, my family has had a lot of company. I have discovered the many ways to hug someone, as I have received a lot of hugs lately. So, I thought I would share my discoveries with you, my readers.&lt;br /&gt;1. You have the basic hug. You use both of your arms, and it's a genuine hug. This is a hug that is most given to people you actually like.&lt;br /&gt;2. The really-really-glad-to-see-you-hug. You practically hug the life out of each other, you're so darn happy to see them again. Again, you use both arms. Quite often you hug, step back to see how much each other have changed, and then embrace again.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Oh-my-gosh-I'm-so-sorry-let's-cry-together-hug. (I have gotten this a lot lately) Sometimes these can be good. You know, you both just cry in to the other person's shoulder and hug for a really long time. Other times, only one person feels the need to cry-which can result in awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;4. The never-ending-hug. Sometimes, the one person just hugs for &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; long. You're just ready to be over with the hug.&lt;br /&gt;5. The awkward-I-don't-really-want-to-hug-you-hug. Sometimes, you meet those people that just really like to give hugs-at really random times. One person starts to hug, and the other just goes stiff. Sometimes they'll be nice enough to at least to give a hug with one arm, other times, both arms just stay at their sides, and you just stand there. It can result in awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;6. The one-arm-to-the-side-hug. The people that just come over and stand next to you and put one arm around you.&lt;br /&gt;7. The I'm-only-hugging-you-because-everyone-else-is-hug. Sometimes, when everyone is hugging everyone, except for these two people really won't hug each other right away. Then, as everyone waits expectantly, the two reluctantly hug each other briefly because they really don't want anything to do with each other.&lt;br /&gt;8. The rub-your-back-raw-hug. When people hug, they sometimes rub your back a little. It's comforting-unless they do it a whole lot. Then you really just want to whisper to them to cut it out. (Of course, you have to whisper because you don't want to embarrass them, right?)&lt;br /&gt;9. The goodbye-hug. Goodbyes have special hugs. I don't really know how to explain it, but they just seem different. Hopefully you know what I mean, because I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;10. The I-love-you-and-I'll-show-you-through-hugging-you-at-random-times-hug. Yes, it does have quite a long title, but it's something I do a lot. Me and my family are definitely the hugging type. So, yes, we do just go up to each other at random times and hug each other. It's definitely a way for me to show my love for my family.&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it-my list of ten different hugs. Of course, there are more. We could make a huge list of hug-types. But let's not. This post is already long! But I just want to say one more thing. No matter what type of hug it is, I still just love getting them! Hugs are always a nice way to comfort someone else. Hope you all have a great Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-1002798453350247645?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1002798453350247645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=1002798453350247645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/1002798453350247645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/1002798453350247645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6434712100492545509</id><published>2008-03-21T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:10:55.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing during sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>So, these past few nights have been torture. I always find myself going to sleep really really early in the morning. It was sometime after five this morning that I finally was able to enter my dreams. The plus side of my insomnia is my writing projects. I started writing a new fictional story a few mornings ago, and it's been going along fantastically. I'm not going to let you in on the plot quite yet, because it's still being developed. =)&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've got some good characters, and I'm extremely fond of the very first paragraph of the whole thing. It's a bit harder, because I'm writing the story from a boy's point of view. I have tried this before, and I often get stuck. But that's the beauty of fiction. They don't have to be true at all. And, hey, I'm still learning a ton of stuff about writing. The story is very much a rough draft that will need a ton of editing.&lt;br /&gt;That's the downside of writing when I'm exhausted. I tend to make mistakes. But I get better plot ideas, better phrases, and better descriptions when I don't sleep. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6434712100492545509?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6434712100492545509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6434712100492545509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6434712100492545509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6434712100492545509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/writing-during-sleepless-nights.html' title='Writing during sleepless nights'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-8718735053981239619</id><published>2008-03-18T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:21:25.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Important Things</title><content type='html'>My sister, Kelly, just died yesterday morning. It's the hardest thing to lose one of your sisters, and also a best friend. It's comforting to think that she is now sitting in Heaven with the Lord. We're lucky to have a good support system, and lots of family visiting us. We're lucky that we had such a good time with Kell, and that we have lots of good memories. Here's a poem that I wrote today...It's called 'What I Need Today'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Need Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard times,&lt;br /&gt;and millions of tears,&lt;br /&gt;you've been there,&lt;br /&gt;every single year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw my first steps,&lt;br /&gt;you heard my first word.&lt;br /&gt;You watch as I get older,&lt;br /&gt;and learn new things.&lt;br /&gt;You're there for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me so much,&lt;br /&gt;and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would do&lt;br /&gt;if I was alone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're there every step,&lt;br /&gt;helping me along.&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall down,&lt;br /&gt;it's your hand that I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard me pray&lt;br /&gt;and you've heard me lie.&lt;br /&gt;You take my imperfections,&lt;br /&gt;and love me how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;even if life doesn't&lt;br /&gt;turn out the way I planned.&lt;br /&gt;Your plans are so&lt;br /&gt;much better planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;mold me to your ideal,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me grow closer to you,&lt;br /&gt;and help me trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;and I never will be.&lt;br /&gt;And I need your help,&lt;br /&gt;to get through this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-8718735053981239619?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8718735053981239619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=8718735053981239619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8718735053981239619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8718735053981239619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/important-things.html' title='The Important Things'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7845698820054233321</id><published>2008-03-13T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:36:17.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to say about this poem. Except that it's called 'HOPE'. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE&lt;br /&gt;When tears burn, and things go downhill,&lt;br /&gt;four letters can pull you through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small word holds power,&lt;br /&gt;four letters can mean everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is more than a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;is more than just a last resort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is knowing that things will not turn out horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is hanging on, when no one else will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is not a dictionary definition,&lt;br /&gt;hope is a gift that you have given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is what you have taught me,&lt;br /&gt;and I will not let go of hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7845698820054233321?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7845698820054233321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7845698820054233321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7845698820054233321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7845698820054233321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6750520655461781541</id><published>2008-03-12T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:37:01.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Gavin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R9hdpxq7OVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f-_GfVV3AYM/s1600-h/Pictures+for+Zune+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176990743951784274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R9hdpxq7OVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f-_GfVV3AYM/s320/Pictures+for+Zune+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem after spending a fantastic day with my two-year old nephew, Gavin. I love you buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAVIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a little over the age of two,&lt;br /&gt;the world excites you.&lt;br /&gt;So much to see,&lt;br /&gt;and so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;You laugh easily,&lt;br /&gt;and just need someone to love you.&lt;br /&gt;A bit shy,&lt;br /&gt;but ready to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entertainer,&lt;br /&gt;and a dream-maker.&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh;&lt;br /&gt;how I wish I could hold you forever.&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and show me how you see things.&lt;br /&gt;You see the beauty in a simple flower,&lt;br /&gt;and you notice the wonders of the world,&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;to the world,&lt;br /&gt;with only your innocence.&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoy every minute&lt;br /&gt;that you spend with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you no matter what you do,&lt;br /&gt;because that's the way aunties are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6750520655461781541?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6750520655461781541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6750520655461781541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6750520655461781541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6750520655461781541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/dedicated-to-gavin.html' title='Dedicated to Gavin'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R9hdpxq7OVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f-_GfVV3AYM/s72-c/Pictures+for+Zune+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3676576080001968805</id><published>2008-03-09T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:40:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me</title><content type='html'>Yeppers. Another poem, headed your way. ^.^ Hope you like it. It's called This Is Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting new music,&lt;br /&gt;and playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;Writing down words,&lt;br /&gt;I may be going insane.&lt;br /&gt;Last one asleep,&lt;br /&gt;first one to yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Early mornings&lt;br /&gt;are torture.&lt;br /&gt;A slightly boring life,&lt;br /&gt;with splashes of color.&lt;br /&gt;It's how I live,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting new music,&lt;br /&gt;playing a game;&lt;br /&gt;writing down words,&lt;br /&gt;and going insane.&lt;br /&gt;This is the life I live;&lt;br /&gt;this is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3676576080001968805?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3676576080001968805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3676576080001968805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3676576080001968805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3676576080001968805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-me.html' title='This Is Me'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7513457148653063939</id><published>2008-03-06T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:49:16.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm.....</title><content type='html'>Well, you guessed it! Another poem!! I believe this blog is now pretty much dedicated to poetry. What can I say? I love to write! Anywho, this one is called 'Are We'. I wrote it a while ago...and I had almost completely forgotten about it. Then, I was just reading over some stuff I had written and I stumbled on it. I do that a lot. So, hope you like it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these times,&lt;br /&gt;when the rain is never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;And we are drowning in this river.&lt;br /&gt;We have been drowning for ages,&lt;br /&gt;never dying, but not quite living.&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to kill,&lt;br /&gt;but we stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;Or do we really?&lt;br /&gt;Are we as strong as we seem?&lt;br /&gt;Does fighting the current count for everything?&lt;br /&gt;What about the truth?&lt;br /&gt;And what about faithfulness?&lt;br /&gt;Do those count for anything towards strength?&lt;br /&gt;If they do, maybe we aren't as strong then.&lt;br /&gt;Because we hide the truth,&lt;br /&gt;only telling what they need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;And we only stay faithful,&lt;br /&gt;while there is something there for us.&lt;br /&gt;And we only seem strong on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;where it counts for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But we are weak on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;where everything counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these times,&lt;br /&gt;when we don't speak.&lt;br /&gt;And we are kept quiet by many things.&lt;br /&gt;We have been like this for some time now,&lt;br /&gt;or were we ever anything else but this?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's always been like this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one ever ever really speaks.&lt;br /&gt;Or do we really?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone say what's really on their mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or what they want the most?&lt;br /&gt;And do they really want to say so much more?&lt;br /&gt;Or is that all they have to offer?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew if everyone suffered&lt;br /&gt;as we did, do, and maybe will.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew if everyone told the truth.&lt;br /&gt;If they were hiding,&lt;br /&gt;or if they were coming out of that old shell.&lt;br /&gt;And we only say what they want,&lt;br /&gt;where words are empty.&lt;br /&gt;But we think of what we want,&lt;br /&gt;where nothing is wrong, and everything makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these times,&lt;br /&gt;when I don't know if&lt;br /&gt;we are.&lt;br /&gt;Are we?&lt;br /&gt;That is the question I seek the answer to.&lt;br /&gt;And it is what haunts me at night,&lt;br /&gt;in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Are we?&lt;br /&gt;Are we what we want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we just what &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; want us to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7513457148653063939?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7513457148653063939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7513457148653063939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7513457148653063939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7513457148653063939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/hm.html' title='Hm.....'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-4786383947222896775</id><published>2008-03-05T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:06:17.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of comfort</title><content type='html'>Things have been really hard in my family lately. I'm faced with the possible death of my sister, and it's really really scary, and just a sad time. I was really feeling it this night/morning (whatever way you want to look at it) and all of a sudden, these words just came in to my head. Just this idea, of how it's going to be after we die. It was so comforting to me, I just had to write it down. And I know that it wasn't my own imagination that put this idea in me. It's just proof that in our hardest times, God is the one who really comforts us. The poem is called 'The Day I Look Forward To' I hope you all like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY I LOOK FORWARD TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when I come home,&lt;br /&gt;I will climb in to my father's lap,&lt;br /&gt;he will sing me a lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;of all that he has done,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly rock me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He will take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;of the life I'm done living,&lt;br /&gt;and he'll wipe the last tear&lt;br /&gt;away from my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;He will show me the world,&lt;br /&gt;the way it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I will live out my dream,&lt;br /&gt;in his fortress of peace.&lt;br /&gt;And I will see what he has made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and lead me down the street.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect world,&lt;br /&gt;and I will know no fear.&lt;br /&gt;And I will see the grandparents I never knew before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will whisper softly to me,&lt;br /&gt;and wrap me in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;The strongest shelter,&lt;br /&gt;and I will be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;And I will feel his powerful love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day,&lt;br /&gt;when I come home,&lt;br /&gt;and I will climb in to my father's lap.&lt;br /&gt;He will sing me a lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;of all that he has done,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly rock me to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-4786383947222896775?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4786383947222896775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=4786383947222896775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4786383947222896775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4786383947222896775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-of-comfort.html' title='Words of comfort'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-480823879427653241</id><published>2008-03-04T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:08:27.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering new music</title><content type='html'>Well, I had my last guitar lesson today with my awesome teacher, Andy. He was really cool, and taught me and my sis a whole lot about guitar. I must brag a little, and say that I am getting pretty darn good at playing. ^.^ Anyway, Andy gave me a few sites to look at that have some good music-related stuff. One of the webistes is called purevolume. So, of course, I went to check it out as soon as I got home. It's a website that just has a whole lot of music from a whole lot of bands. Anyway, as soon as I got on, I found this one band called One Star Story. I listened to a few of their songs that they have up, and I'm already in love with the band! So, now, of course, I have to get their CD immediately!!! I absolutely love finding new bands to jam out to. &lt;br /&gt;My sister just introduced me to Starfield. Again, instant love. I don't know how many times I've listened to Starfield's CD today. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-480823879427653241?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/480823879427653241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=480823879427653241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/480823879427653241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/480823879427653241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/discovering-new-music.html' title='Discovering new music'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7254938426299638676</id><published>2008-03-03T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:13:30.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretations</title><content type='html'>I realize a lot of you probably don't get what I talk about in my poems, because sometimes, I hardly get it. I just write down what I'm feeling at the moment, and then sometimes I'm like, 'Oh. Wow. I never knew that's what was going on inside of me." The last poem I wrote was one of those times. It was just what I was feeling at that moment in time when I wrote it down. I don't expect any of you to 'get it'. You don't have to. That poem was actually more of a general statement of the people around me right now. A lot of the lines were what I was feeling, but I assume a lot of us are feeling that way. But, I would love to hear what you think my poems mean. It's really interesting to me to hear how other people perceive a poem--not just necessarily things I've written. So, again, I love love love getting comments!! And, if there's a poem you really like, I would love to hear about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7254938426299638676?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7254938426299638676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7254938426299638676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7254938426299638676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7254938426299638676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/interpretations.html' title='Interpretations'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3219578798534930331</id><published>2008-03-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:27:57.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another late night poem</title><content type='html'>Well, I think the title pretty much says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not enough time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frightened and worried,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what will happen now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears being held back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a secret being kept.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars in the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn so many things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspiration and devastation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walk a twisted road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A whispered conversation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no smile on your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dead-ends bring more questions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hope brings a possibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith brings trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And words bring an unknown. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3219578798534930331?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3219578798534930331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3219578798534930331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3219578798534930331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3219578798534930331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-late-night-poem.html' title='Another late night poem'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6195037546871011462</id><published>2008-02-25T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:05:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo hoo for poetry!!</title><content type='html'>This one is called 'Stupid Reality'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid Reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunlight is shining through my windowpane,&lt;br /&gt;rain is falling on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder rages in my head,&lt;br /&gt;and the birds are singing in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's going on around me,&lt;br /&gt;feels like stupid reality.&lt;br /&gt;And you all sit there, and judge me,&lt;br /&gt;while you can't even really see.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't think of discovering what I'm all about,&lt;br /&gt;instead you believe what you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't dare to be different,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't dare to let them know you have a not-so-perfect life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know what to do, so you put labels out.&lt;br /&gt;And you try to fit in with the rest of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;As the sunlight streams in, and the rain falls,&lt;br /&gt;life goes on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to find your place, and count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to impress,&lt;br /&gt;be yourself and no less.&lt;br /&gt;So I say to you now, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;the choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;Will you let the rain whisper to you,&lt;br /&gt;or will you continue as you are?&lt;br /&gt;As the sunlight streams in, and the rain falls,&lt;br /&gt;life goes on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6195037546871011462?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6195037546871011462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6195037546871011462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6195037546871011462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6195037546871011462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoo-hoo-for-poetry.html' title='Whoo hoo for poetry!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-4655529932059100428</id><published>2008-02-24T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:31:02.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really don't spend all my time writing. I swear.</title><content type='html'>But I do spend a fairly good amount of time writing down things. It's what I love to do. So here's another poem I wrote. I wrote this one a while ago too. It's called 'I Cry'. Enjoy, and again, go comment-crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On dark nights, when I am the last to be consumed&lt;br /&gt;by the sleep that holds so many hostage,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will turn out alright,&lt;br /&gt;and how things might have been in another life.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you feel these things too,&lt;br /&gt;if the hurt kills you as it does me.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone can see behind the lie&lt;br /&gt;of 'I'm fine, really.'&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I am as transparent as&lt;br /&gt;I believe to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;On dark nights, when I am the last to go under&lt;br /&gt;the nighttime spell,&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you,&lt;br /&gt;who must experience so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;I cry for me,&lt;br /&gt;who hardly knows what's inside my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I cry for them,&lt;br /&gt;who don't notice that which doesn't want to be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;I cry for the world,&lt;br /&gt;that has become so blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-4655529932059100428?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4655529932059100428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=4655529932059100428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4655529932059100428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4655529932059100428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-really-dont-spend-all-my-time-writing.html' title='I really don&apos;t spend all my time writing. I swear.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7644724051137002047</id><published>2008-02-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:16:07.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Untitled</title><content type='html'>I know. This is my second post today, right? I don't know. My days are so messed up. But you know, I just have to write. I have to. I just have to. I don't even have to write anything that makes any sense right now. But I just have to do something. And writing is the thing that I do best. But I just don't know what to write. There are so many things I could write about. So many. But am I ready to actually write about any of them? That, I am not sure about.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the answer is no. I'm not ready. I just can't. You know what I mean? There are so many things I want to write down, but I can't right now. I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7644724051137002047?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7644724051137002047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7644724051137002047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7644724051137002047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7644724051137002047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-really-feel-like-coming-up-with.html' title='Currently Untitled'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-4045788575531757549</id><published>2008-02-23T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:37:26.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Road To Guide Us</title><content type='html'>Hello readers!! So, I've really taken to the idea of posting poems, so I've got another one I would like to share with y'all. This is called A Road To Guide Us. I wrote it a while ago, and it's actually kind of strange that I stumbled upon it today while I was browsing through my poems. It's ironic because I'm kind of going through a tough time, and I had completely forgotten that I had wrote this. I never imagined it would help me through something else. So, here it is for everyone. Again, feel free to comment. (It's kind of long..sorry 'bout that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Road To Guide Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This road that we're walking,&lt;br /&gt;is a hard, twisted lane.&lt;br /&gt;And if we keep falling,&lt;br /&gt;it's alright, we can handle the pain.&lt;br /&gt;The rain will drench us,&lt;br /&gt;and the sunlight will shine.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;we must march on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights will break out,&lt;br /&gt;and friendships will end.&lt;br /&gt;New faces will be seen,&lt;br /&gt;and loved ones will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;Silence will come,&lt;br /&gt;and noise will be over-whelming.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;we must march on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's tough,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you just want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;But you'll soon get victory,&lt;br /&gt;we'll soon leave this behind.&lt;br /&gt;The end is so much better&lt;br /&gt;than the trip that takes us there.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;we must march on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all planned out for us,&lt;br /&gt;and it's our job to take it as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;It's all our choice,&lt;br /&gt;so what's it going to be?It's your life,&lt;br /&gt;come on now, be what you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;we must march on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This road that we're walking,&lt;br /&gt;is a hard, twisted lane.&lt;br /&gt;And if we keep falling,&lt;br /&gt;it's alright, we can handle the pain.&lt;br /&gt;The rain will drench us,&lt;br /&gt;and the sunlight will shine.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;we must march on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-4045788575531757549?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4045788575531757549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=4045788575531757549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4045788575531757549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4045788575531757549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/road-to-guide-us.html' title='A Road To Guide Us'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6640484364553135180</id><published>2008-02-22T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:48:11.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Minutes</title><content type='html'>Hey hey everyone. Well, I kinda liked posting a poem up here, so I decided to do it again!! Of course, this one was written at a decent time, but I'm still not quite sure about the 'flow' of the words. Tell me what ya think!!! (It's called ten minutes. Which is how much time I had to write it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;Not much time to write,&lt;br /&gt;hurried words,&lt;br /&gt;frantic mind.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;hope everything turns out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Just say what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;angry about so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Pain to an extreme,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts a confused mess.&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk,&lt;br /&gt;need to get away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think,&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;So I just write it all away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6640484364553135180?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6640484364553135180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6640484364553135180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6640484364553135180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6640484364553135180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/ten-minutes.html' title='Ten Minutes'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7784837010652987162</id><published>2008-02-22T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:53:02.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See what happens when I write at odd times?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here in front of the computer, not ready to go to sleep yet, and I decide to write a poem. Well, I don't know if you could call it a poem, but I'd like to think of it as one. So, here's what I came up with. (Feel free to comment on it, even if you think it's a piece of crap.) Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A MORNING MIND CREATES&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here with the lights turned off,&lt;br /&gt;water bottle, music, and computer.&lt;br /&gt;1:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;Forcing ideas out of a tired mind,&lt;br /&gt;words could sound better if I wanted 'em to.&lt;br /&gt;1:33 AM&lt;br /&gt;Words racing through my head,&lt;br /&gt;none of it really makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;1:35 AM&lt;br /&gt;Regrets bitter and too much to bear,&lt;br /&gt;worried about future plans.&lt;br /&gt;1:39 AM&lt;br /&gt;A confused writer,&lt;br /&gt;I swear only one more poem before I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;1:43 AM&lt;br /&gt;TGIF I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;hey hey to early mornings.&lt;br /&gt;1:44 AM&lt;br /&gt;A minute passed,&lt;br /&gt;quickest typing yet.&lt;br /&gt;1:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;Ideas flowing like river water now,&lt;br /&gt;bye bye to stalled fingers.&lt;br /&gt;1:46 AM&lt;br /&gt;I think I could go on forever,&lt;br /&gt;writing minutes of my life.&lt;br /&gt;1:47 AM&lt;br /&gt;Taking a serious outlook on life,&lt;br /&gt;what will happen if she dies?&lt;br /&gt;1:48 AM&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by a song,&lt;br /&gt;silent tears fall for so long.&lt;br /&gt;1:49 AM&lt;br /&gt;Hey look I made a rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;haven't thought about that in a while.&lt;br /&gt;1:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;Random writings of me,&lt;br /&gt;twenty minutes pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7784837010652987162?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7784837010652987162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7784837010652987162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7784837010652987162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7784837010652987162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/see-what-happens-when-i-write-at-odd.html' title='See what happens when I write at odd times?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-4947986521589998918</id><published>2008-02-20T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:44:13.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Thursday</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here, playing Poppit on Pogo (I loves that game) and trying to figure out what to blog about. (Remember that last post about writer's block? ^^) And, behold, I sat here in front of the computer, and Thursday arrived without me knowing it. It's strange how time passes like that. It goes quickly, and you hardly even know sometimes. Other times, you can be aware of every minute. Like when you're waiting for something, time can drag on forever. (But I don't have to tell you that.) Anyway, this day (I guess it was yesterday now. So, Wednesday) went by so fast, I can't believe it's gone. I wonder how many days I'll have like this? How many days will go by without me hardly knowing? I just hope that even if the days go by quickly, I'll still remember it. Especially now. I want to remember every day I have with my sister. Yesterday, (or, Tuesday) my sister gave us a quite a scare, and now, it all seems so much more real. I mean, any of us could be gone soon, and I just don't want to forget all of these good times right now. It's important to me to have these memories.&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all have a great rest of the week/and weekend&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Okay, so when I first posted this, it says I posted it on Wednesday at 11:51 PM. I'm staring at my clock, and unless I've gone blind, the numbers read 12:45 AM. *sigh* Is my computer just messed up? Anyways, by my standards, Welcome to Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-4947986521589998918?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4947986521589998918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=4947986521589998918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4947986521589998918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/4947986521589998918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-to-thursday.html' title='Welcome to Thursday'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-1922578954132166738</id><published>2008-02-19T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:31:34.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, dear Pencil, please move.</title><content type='html'>Writer's block is perhaps the worst thing that can happen to you when you're trying to actually write something. I would like to be a professional writer one day, and I really hate it when I get a sudden brain lapse. It's like I just shut down, and I can't get words to fit in to a sentence and to still make sense. Now, I've tried things in the past to get through this as quickly as possible; I tried listening to music, reading other things, going outside and taking a walk, moving to a different place and trying to write. These things work for a short time, and then I can only get a certain amount of words to flow right. Sadly, I find that I just need to sit down, and think. About anything. Or sometimes, it actually works to just sit down and write random words/phrases on a sheet of paper. One word can send a landslide of ideas. I actually think I have better ideas later at night, but then again, I'm so tired sometimes, I write something down that I believe to be good at the time, and then in the morning, I read it and go 'what was I thinking?' But that's just the way it goes. And with writing, you can always go back and cut things out, or add things in. You can change it. I only wish it worked that way with real life.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-1922578954132166738?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1922578954132166738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=1922578954132166738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/1922578954132166738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/1922578954132166738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-dear-pencil-please-move.html' title='Oh, dear Pencil, please move.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-8083767333557266991</id><published>2008-02-17T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:16:24.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-D Glasses and The Wolf</title><content type='html'>I'm a big movie-watcher. I'm the type of girl that sits at home the entire day and watches movies. And I'm not a huge fan of 3-D movies, because I usually end up with a headache at the end of them, but I took a chance and went to one on Friday with my sister and my dad. I have to say, I absolutely love those 3-D glasses. They're huge and nerdy. What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I really really am in love with is music. (Which I know I've said in past posts.) And there is this awesome country radio station called 'The Wolf'. I listen to it whenever I can in the car. It just plays the best song. And any day that I can get awesome glasses and listen to my favorite radio station is a good day in my book. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-8083767333557266991?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8083767333557266991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=8083767333557266991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8083767333557266991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8083767333557266991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-d-glasses-and-wolf.html' title='3-D Glasses and The Wolf'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-5307056922634790387</id><published>2008-02-16T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:31:31.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>You know those type of days. The ones where everyone sleeps late, and then just sits in bed for a while longer, trying to become fully awake before showing yourself to the rest of the house. Today was one of those days. Kell had some doctor stuff this morning, but the rest of the day was spent at the house. Molly practiced guitar (we're going to be international superstars someday you know) and I read a lot. (Reading is a very good lazy-day activity) In my family, it seems like we're on the go a lot. So it's nice every once in a while to just sit at home and watch movies. Those are some of the best days. When you can just sit and be comfortable. I love weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-5307056922634790387?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5307056922634790387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=5307056922634790387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5307056922634790387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5307056922634790387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6249714526985935189</id><published>2008-02-11T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:06:23.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Never Really Know</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been thinking about what's going to happen in these next few years. My older sister is battling leukemia, and when a family goes through something that changes your life as much as that does, you really have a different outlook on everything. One thing this experience has taught me is that you have to have faith. You can't go through something like this and not have faith. It's just too hard. I can't imagine going through this and not knowing that God is going to take care of my sister. Because He is taking care of her, and all of us. It may not seem like it sometimes, because we go through a lot of pain, but He is. I mean, sure, a lot of things have happened in my life, and you sometimes you wonder how much you can be loved if things like that happen. But then I look at what I got out of the experience, and how it made me stronger, or how it brought me closer to my family, and I know that there was a reason it happened. With my sister having leukemia, I've moved a lot so that she could get treatment. It never is easier to just pack up and leave, but every time that we do move, I meet new people. And, if nothing else, I am now pretty darn good at packing a suitcase. Every time we move, I see new things. I learn more about myself, and what I really do love. It brings me closer to my family, and it makes me stronger. This brings me back to my faith. I may be young, but I know about it, and I know how I feel about it too. I know that it confuses me sometimes, and I know that no matter what I do, I'll still be loved by Him. And so, it doesn't worry me that I won't know where my life is going until it gets there.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a fantastic week.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6249714526985935189?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6249714526985935189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6249714526985935189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6249714526985935189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6249714526985935189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-never-really-know.html' title='We Never Really Know'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6415889531761985510</id><published>2008-02-07T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:37:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have adorable nephews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R6vaPQ0TQrI/AAAAAAAAABU/HkN-5dPgmO4/s1600-h/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164461353457631922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R6vaPQ0TQrI/AAAAAAAAABU/HkN-5dPgmO4/s320/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R6vZbQ0TQqI/AAAAAAAAABM/wl7smr3GO08/s1600-h/Pictures+for+Zune+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164460460104434338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R6vZbQ0TQqI/AAAAAAAAABM/wl7smr3GO08/s320/Pictures+for+Zune+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Above, Nate is sitting with Grandma. And to the left, Gavin is sitting on Grandma's lap after dinner.) Aren't they just the cutest little boys ever? I love 'em so much! And Gavin is really talking a lot now. Which only makes him cuter, even though I really don't know what he's talking about sometimes. And Nate is just adorable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait until they get even older, and we can really find out what they're thinking about. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has an awesome weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6415889531761985510?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6415889531761985510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6415889531761985510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6415889531761985510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6415889531761985510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-adorable-nephews.html' title='I have adorable nephews'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R6vaPQ0TQrI/AAAAAAAAABU/HkN-5dPgmO4/s72-c/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-182915483036436403</id><published>2008-02-06T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:08:54.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing concert!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. I absolutely freaked out yesterday when I found out that I actually got tickets to go see the Jonas Brothers in concert. I won't lie, those boys are incredibly talented. And they put on a really good show last night. It was crazy how loud it was in that arena!! As soon as the boys came on the stage, you could easily tell that they have a ton of female fans. I may suffer from permanent hearing damage from all the screams. (I must admit, I was screaming right along with the rest of 'em.) Like I said though, the boys are excellent performers. It was an amazing experience, and I will definetly keep listening to their music! (If you haven't heard any of the JB songs, I suggest you go listen to them.) I can't wait for their next cd to come out. I still can't believe I got to go see that amazing concert!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has an awesome rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-182915483036436403?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/182915483036436403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=182915483036436403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/182915483036436403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/182915483036436403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-concert.html' title='Amazing concert!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3164217024281015428</id><published>2008-01-27T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:48:22.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Every family has their good times, and their bad times. Depending on what family, usually one more than the other. I have three older sisters (yes, I am the youngest). And, yeah, my sisters and I fight--a lot sometimes, depending on the situation. Some of the fights are really bad, and some of them are just plain stupid. But, despite the fact that we fight, they're still my family. I would do anything for them. And I know that they would do the same (You would, wouldn't you, guys?) Because they know what I've been through, and they know me. Too well sometimes. =) &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my point is, that I love my family, no matter what they do. Because we have to stick together. We wouldn't have gotten through some things if we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3164217024281015428?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3164217024281015428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3164217024281015428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3164217024281015428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3164217024281015428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-8549368151929982290</id><published>2008-01-19T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:49:51.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>When it's pouring outside, some people tend to get really depressed, or sluggish. Me, on the other hand, I love the rain! I love going walking in the rain..there's just something about it...Not sure what it is, but I love it! And after it rains, it just smells so good outside!! And thunderstorms are awesome!! I love 'em! And to watch lightning...that's cool too! I see nothing wrong with rain, or anything that comes along with it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-8549368151929982290?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8549368151929982290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=8549368151929982290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8549368151929982290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8549368151929982290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3180798744810594712</id><published>2008-01-16T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:04:07.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I absolutely lovelovelove American Idol!!! So, I had to watch the season premiere last night. ^^ Some of the people that try out for that competition are completely crazy! (And I don't mean that they have crazy good voices) I didn't think that Simon was too harsh last night, but that's just my opinion. He certainly has been worse than that. And, okay, the second-to-last girl on the second day (the star wars fan) she got more than a little upset. I didn't think that they were that mean to her either. It just shows how mature she really is. Honestly. She had to expect some remark on her costume. And when you admit to being a dork, you have to learn how to take other people calling you that. Because, you call yourself a dork, and others are going to. It's the way of life. ^^ Anyway, I thought that they got some really promising contestants so far. I can't wait to watch tonight!! (The auditions are the best thing to watch, because then you actually have something to laugh at!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hope everyone is having a great 2008 so far!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3180798744810594712?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3180798744810594712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3180798744810594712' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3180798744810594712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3180798744810594712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-2002884278768794521</id><published>2008-01-03T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:27:30.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say crazy?</title><content type='html'>I don't know about the rest of y'all, but my 2007 was..interesting. The year started with being moved to a semi-new town, and starting at a new school. Fun, right? Uh, no. Not exactly. Three months later, I was home-bound. Finally! I survived the rest of the school year, and got all excited for summer, because that's the type of girl that I am. Summer was fun, but we were limited to one small camping trip. =( A shame really. Other than that, my summer was spent at home, chilling with my friends and rocking Guitar Hero. It was an uneventful summer, but still packed with fun. (Well, if making short, stupid, 'horror' films is fun, that is) Alas, it did not last long. I started school again, but was, yet again, moved to that not-so-new town again, about a month in to the school year. Luckily, the new school is awesome, thanks to my new buds. My own birthday (taking place in November), was pretty dang awesome if I do say so myself, even though my bestest buddy in the entire world (Kels, that would be you) didn't get to be there. After my b-day, the holiday season came fast. December flew by. My school let out way early, giving us three weeks for Christmas vacation. (Sounded like fun at the time, but I am so ready to be back) Christmas was super fun, despite the fact that I was sick. After Christmas, we had New Years Eve. Nothing big happened, but we still had a good time. All in all, my year was crazy, but still fun.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a great 2008 so far.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-2002884278768794521?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2002884278768794521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=2002884278768794521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2002884278768794521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/2002884278768794521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-you-say-crazy.html' title='Can you say crazy?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6817092466242656934</id><published>2007-11-26T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:37:01.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree is up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R0tncXv4ZQI/AAAAAAAAABE/p4iNkRm2hFY/s1600-h/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137313537055024386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R0tncXv4ZQI/AAAAAAAAABE/p4iNkRm2hFY/s320/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's finally the Christmas season!! Christmas is absoulutely my favorite holiday! I just love everything about it! So, naturally, I'm one of the people that starts decorating Thanksgiving weekend. I already have a tree up with lights and everything. It's a really small, fake tree though. My current living situation will not allow the normal height of a tree. But all the same, it's a tree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6817092466242656934?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6817092466242656934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6817092466242656934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6817092466242656934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6817092466242656934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/tree-is-up.html' title='The tree is up!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/R0tncXv4ZQI/AAAAAAAAABE/p4iNkRm2hFY/s72-c/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-6592964361111373741</id><published>2007-11-14T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:53:40.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert!!</title><content type='html'>Hello again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That Kelly Clarkson concert was the best in the world! I loved it!! I didn't recognize the name of the guy who opened for her, but he was good also. (He had some wicked good skills on the piano) Unfortunately, the pictures I said I would put up will not be available. They didn't really turn out..so I don't think I should put them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got to the concert after struggling to find a parking place and found out that they weren't letting anybody in until 7:00. We had a half hour to kill, so we admired the theater we were in. Thankfully, they let us in early! So we sat in the crowded theater seats (which were comfortable) and waited for another half hour for the concert to start. At exactly 7:30 the lights dimmed and the music started!! Yay! Like I said, we had never heard of the person who opened for her, but he was good. We ended up buying his cd. After he ended his last song, the lights came back on and we waited while they set everything up for Kelly. Oh my goodness, her opening was amazing! If you have seen the front of the cover, she had those same stairs on the stage and was sitting on them. Her band-mates were all posed in various positions on the stage. And then strobe lights went off (I'm not very fond of them, but I was fine with it this time) and the music started. The cheering from the crowd was so loud! Although, I must say, I was contributing to the noise. I was happy that she sang songs from her two most recent cd's: Breakaway and My December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert was over, my feet were tired from standing for two hours straight, and my throat was aching from cheering and singing so much. But it was completely worth it. ^^ If you ever have a chance to go to her concert, go. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself! I know I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-6592964361111373741?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6592964361111373741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=6592964361111373741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6592964361111373741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/6592964361111373741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/concert.html' title='Concert!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-285879457987686417</id><published>2007-11-11T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:02:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music music and more music</title><content type='html'>You guessed it, this post is about music. ^^ I could talk about music (and books) forever. So, I just found this new song called Near To You by A Fine Frenzy. It's such a good song!! If you haven't heard it, I suggest you go listen to it. So, in most songs, I can find a relation to one of the books in the Twilight series (That's what happens when you are as big of a fan as I am) and this one strongly reminds me of New Moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More newly-discovered completely-and-totally-awesome songs: Love Like Winter by AFI, Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Aparatus, Breath by Breaking Benjamin, Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I'm talking about music, I might as well say this. I'm totally excited because tomorrow I get to go to a Kelly Clarkson concert!! Yay!! *jumps up and down* I love her music! Her song, Haunted, reminds me of New Moon. (I told you any song reminds me of one of the books. ^^) So, I'll try and get some good pics to put on this blog. Have a good week everyone!! Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-285879457987686417?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/285879457987686417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=285879457987686417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/285879457987686417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/285879457987686417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-music-and-more-music.html' title='Music music and more music'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7845098744200559400</id><published>2007-11-10T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:37:02.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/Rzaxggvq_JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ucTiyX1EIik/s1600-h/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/Rzaxggvq_JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ucTiyX1EIik/s320/img003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131483997539073170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So, there is a little thing of sketches I did. I don't know how clear that shows up, but *shrugs* I tried to show you, against my better judgement. I don't think I'm too good with art, although I am fond of these drawings. Anyway, if they aren't art, at least you can get a good laugh out of looking at them. ^^ Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7845098744200559400?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7845098744200559400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7845098744200559400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7845098744200559400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7845098744200559400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/artist.html' title='Artist?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VR1EswacJGU/Rzaxggvq_JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ucTiyX1EIik/s72-c/img003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-8037541870374988885</id><published>2007-11-10T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:51:39.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight series</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you haven't read this series, you are missing out on a lot. This series is written by Stephenie Meyer. (Stephenie is a really amazing author!) There are currently three books in the series, but she's working on a fourth. The series starts with Twilight. The second book is New Moon and the third is Eclipse. They are amazing books. They tell the story of a vampire named Edward Cullen and a human named Isabella (Bella) Swan. I can't really say too much about the series though, because I don't want to spoil it for anyone. Anyways, the series is, like I said before, absolutely amazing. I was sucked in after the first chapter. Each of the books has an amazing (I like that word. ^^) plot and makes the book impossible to put down. So, I suggest you go to the nearest book store (or a library if you're out of money.) and get it. You won't be disappointed. (Or maybe you will. I don't want to lie. It could go either way.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I just thought that I would share that little bit of info with you. ^^ Like you really care though. Oh well. So, that's all I wanted to say at the moment. Sorry for the lack of posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-8037541870374988885?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8037541870374988885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=8037541870374988885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8037541870374988885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/8037541870374988885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/twilight-series.html' title='Twilight series'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-5229952518310800828</id><published>2007-11-03T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:47:45.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Besides writing, there are two things I enjoy doing just as much. One of these things is listening to music. (The other is reading) Listening to music is way easier than writing..so I tend to do this activity more. And, it distracts me just as much as writing does. I've taken to carrying around a piece of paper with me, and every time someone recommends a song or I get in to a discussion about music, I write down band names and songs. Then, I'll go on to project playlist (an awesome site for music) and listen to all the songs. Already, my piece of paper is filling up. And now, you get to hear about some of my favorite songs/bands. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite bands: Jimmy Eat World. Collective Soul (thanks to stephenie meyer for putting them on the playlist. I would have never heard of them if you didn't do that!) Linkin Park. Muse. Evanscence. And that's only to name a few. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite songs: December by Collective Soul. Vampire Heart by HIM. A Place For My Head by Linkin Park. I Miss You by Blink 182. Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World. Why Does It Always Rain On Me by Travis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..so that's it for this post...feel free to leave comments about your favorite bands/songs!! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-5229952518310800828?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5229952518310800828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=5229952518310800828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5229952518310800828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5229952518310800828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-5492078939407920829</id><published>2007-10-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:37:57.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I knew it! I can hardly keep a blog! Ugh. This annoys me. *sigh* I will try yet again though. So, now I suppose I should write something. After all, I am trying to keep a blog here. I suppose I shall write about writing. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you most likely know that I write. (I say most likely because I have met a lot of people, and sometimes there is no way they could know that about me) So, if you know me well, you know that I love to write. I'll write anything. (Except for blogs apparently) Whether it's role playing, or my current book. I love to write. (I wonder how many times I can say that in one post....) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true. I am working on a book. It's hardly moving, but it will get finished. My life has been a bit crazy lately, and it seems I hardly have time to write. But, I'll fit it in somehow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, this post comes to a close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-5492078939407920829?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5492078939407920829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=5492078939407920829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5492078939407920829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/5492078939407920829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-3292911916931018526</id><published>2007-09-13T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:19:21.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Well, it's not one of my favorite topics, but I guess it's something about me, so I might as well tell it. I've been dragged around to countless stores by my sister. It can be fun, but it can also be the most boring experience in the world. It's not that I don't like shopping, I mean, I am a     , but it depends on what we are shopping for. If it was books, I would shop all day. Clothes on the other hand, not so much. Of course, it is essential that I shop for clothes myself; I'm way past the 'mom picks out clothes for you' stage of life. Not that moms aren't great, but, well, you know what I mean. (And if you don't, well, I'm really very sorry then.) Okay, I got a little carried away; time to refocus. I don't mind shopping, but I definitely have limits. I will not tolerate going to every single clothes store in the mall even though I'm flat broke. I will, however, tolerate going to every single book store in the mall even though I'm flat broke. (If you can't tell, I love books) &lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love to shop for is Cd's. I don't have a huge collection, but I'm working on it. And, movies. My movie collection is also slowly getting larger. Of course, I don't have endless money, so I can't always afford the newest Gilmore     s season and jeans. (Again with the essentials)&lt;br /&gt;So, by now, you're probably wondering why I even bother tell you this. Even if that wasn't a question that managed to wander into your mind, I'll answer it. Me and my family go shopping a lot. So, it seemed like it needed to be explained. I do tend to say useless things often though. Who knows? Maybe this info will be important someday. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now folks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-3292911916931018526?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3292911916931018526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=3292911916931018526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3292911916931018526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/3292911916931018526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782657510366709626.post-7173050807024249101</id><published>2007-09-11T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:05:27.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my world!</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my second attempt at a blog. The first failed miserably. Of course, there's a possibility that it only ended up that way because I was describing the world through my pet's eyes. She really had nothing interesting to tell. Yes, I know, it's strange when people do things like that, but I just had to give it a try. But this blog isn't about my dog, although you may hear her mentioned every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't been going on for very long, but it has been everything but boring. When I was little, my sister was diagnosed with leukemia and has been fighting since then. It's been an amazing experience for my whole family. It changed our lives so much. Of course, I've known nothing but having that in my life. I don't know if everyone realizes that it affects the family as much as it does the patient. Of course the patient has to deal with getting stuck with needles and undergoing surgeries, but we all struggle. It's so hard to see someone you love so much be hurt. But let's not think about the negatives. It's definitely brought my family closer. (These are all positives..) And I now have had the opportunity to meet many different people, something I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;My whole family is different. My father is very much a people-person. He is very comfortable around new people. My mother is very thoughtful. She's the person that you go talk to when you have a problem. (Most of the time anyway) My oldest sister, (There are four of us) is now happily married and has children. My second-0ldest sister is the one with leukemia. She is an inspiration to us all. My next sister is one of my best friends. Although she does get on my nerves and we fight often, we still love each other. I often go to her with my troubles and she'll help me figure them out. She's also a very talented song-writer, although nothing has been published yet.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I guess I must explain myself. I'm the youngest in my family, and it has it's perks. Unfortunately, I can't come up with any at the moment. It also has it's disadvantages. Two of my sisters are extremely close and I've gotten left out of conversations a fair share of times. But, again, I don't like the negative thinking. So, I'll move on to my hobbies. My biggest hobby is writing. Unlike my sister, I write stories. I'm currently working on one, and I hope that someday it will be published. But I have my doubts that it's even good enough to be glanced at. I also like, no, that's an understatement, &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to read. I'm currently reading &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt;, the third book in the Twilight series. If any of you have ever read any of those books, you can understand my need to endlessly talk about or read these books. They are the point of most of my conversations. I'm not sure if my family appreciates my random facts, such as Edward drives a silver Volvo or that Bella's boyfriend is a Vampire and one of her best friends is a Werewolf. Although, they are going to have to get used to it seeing as my thoughts are now almost always in Forks, Washington with Bella and Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think there's much else you need to know about me. At least, not in this post. Of course there will be more, I'll try to update it weekly. Though forgive me if I fall behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782657510366709626-7173050807024249101?l=samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7173050807024249101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2782657510366709626&amp;postID=7173050807024249101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7173050807024249101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782657510366709626/posts/default/7173050807024249101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my world!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06622408793031087186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VR1EswacJGU/SBC7uGIUwWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ph7wdXz3OH8/S220/Camcorder+pics+and+vids+092.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
