<?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-705227441080267491</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:53:37.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aria's Spin</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blog! I hope you enjoy reading my posts as much as I enjoy writing them! I reccomend books, make curious accusations of the world, and talk about everything and anything that exists!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-3463046011190342780</id><published>2008-11-01T14:38:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:00:18.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Your Mark on the Arts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am very sorry for not posting in a while. But, please enjoy these assortment of paintings for the "Leave your Mark on the Arts" theme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pablo Picasso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQyl45jF_lI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0UxKunwl2Pc/s1600-h/picasso_dora_maar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263764461428538962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQyl45jF_lI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0UxKunwl2Pc/s320/picasso_dora_maar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQyly218tFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oKAXu6QgERE/s1600-h/picasso_self1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263764357623100498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQyly218tFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oKAXu6QgERE/s320/picasso_self1901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylsxjx8kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OrR-mntKzoc/s1600-h/picasso_selfport1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263764253125505602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylsxjx8kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OrR-mntKzoc/s320/picasso_selfport1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylek_tv0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zQ9Gj4TuEzA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263764009234841410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylek_tv0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zQ9Gj4TuEzA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude Monet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylYkzekrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5PZZhb9PCvY/s1600-h/claude+monet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263763906104300210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylYkzekrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5PZZhb9PCvY/s320/claude+monet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylVRe183I/AAAAAAAAAUA/nqZ8g4bZPI8/s1600-h/claude-monet-giverny-paintings-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263763849377870706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylVRe183I/AAAAAAAAAUA/nqZ8g4bZPI8/s320/claude-monet-giverny-paintings-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylPVQumsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/815H-gBuHRY/s1600-h/claude+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263763747313195714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylPVQumsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/815H-gBuHRY/s320/claude+trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylJ7QeQOI/AAAAAAAAATw/JZACGjAcmuE/s1600-h/780px-Claude_Monet,_Impression,_soleil_levant,_1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263763654433456354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQylJ7QeQOI/AAAAAAAAATw/JZACGjAcmuE/s320/780px-Claude_Monet,_Impression,_soleil_levant,_1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQyk22ydA4I/AAAAAAAAATg/G6K0YRNy2AY/s1600-h/leonardo-da-vinci-lady-with-an-ermine.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263763326816289666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQyk22ydA4I/AAAAAAAAATg/G6K0YRNy2AY/s320/leonardo-da-vinci-lady-with-an-ermine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQykswnkFzI/AAAAAAAAATY/klVVnt1OJDY/s1600-h/Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263763153361311538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQykswnkFzI/AAAAAAAAATY/klVVnt1OJDY/s320/Portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQykkHVhvgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AK9mJHoAL-Y/s1600-h/the+mona+lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263763004840852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQykkHVhvgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AK9mJHoAL-Y/s320/the+mona+lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQykNf7-MGI/AAAAAAAAATA/LID0Qw11cTc/s1600-h/22leonardo_da_vinci_study_for_the_head_of_ledo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263762616307560546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQykNf7-MGI/AAAAAAAAATA/LID0Qw11cTc/s320/22leonardo_da_vinci_study_for_the_head_of_ledo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-3463046011190342780?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/3463046011190342780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=3463046011190342780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3463046011190342780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3463046011190342780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/11/redemption.html' title='Leave Your Mark on the Arts'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SQyl45jF_lI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0UxKunwl2Pc/s72-c/picasso_dora_maar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-2425347221783322438</id><published>2008-09-14T18:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:55:14.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b8fddced7308ecb" 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href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/2425347221783322438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=2425347221783322438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2425347221783322438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2425347221783322438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-halloween.html' title='This Is Halloween'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-666697560061900843</id><published>2008-09-14T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:31:09.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Hollow's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhh....what is it about Halloween that we all love? Is it the feeling of being scared, of fear of the Headless Horsemen? Is it that we love the one night we get to be someone other than ourselves! Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. I love to tell spooky stories, and later on as we approach Halloween, I would be happy to share some stories with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please visit this site for up coming events of Halloween:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crawldog.com/ghostmission/"&gt;http://www.crawldog.com/ghostmission/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-666697560061900843?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/666697560061900843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=666697560061900843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/666697560061900843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/666697560061900843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-hollows-eve.html' title='Old Hollow&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-2134557793454600312</id><published>2008-06-28T11:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:28:41.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.gamespot.com/gamespot/images/2005/214/reviews/919367_20050803_embed002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.gamespot.com/gamespot/images/2005/214/reviews/919367_20050803_embed002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r98/PharaohsVizier/untitled43224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r98/PharaohsVizier/untitled43224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsmedia.ign.com/ds/image/article/785/785554/rune-factory-a-fantasy-harvest-moon-20070503043428517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="400" alt="" src="http://dsmedia.ign.com/ds/image/article/785/785554/rune-factory-a-fantasy-harvest-moon-20070503043428517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfoCN1MoK4Q/SAwSMRkpkPI/AAAAAAAABX0/SyoqF-VYIDE/s1600-h/rune-factory-harvest-moon-soundtrack-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playic.com/image.php?id=59057"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.playic.com/image.php?id=59057" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.qj.net/uploads/articles_module/66402/Harvest%20Moon%20DS_qjpreviewth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.qj.net/uploads/articles_module/66402/Harvest%20Moon%20DS_qjpreviewth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gametab.com/images/ss/ds/3642/box-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gametab.com/images/ss/ds/3642/box-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know if any of you have heard of the Harvest Moon game series, but I have been playing them since the Winter of 2006. I currently have Harvest Moon DS, Harvest Moon: Rune Factory, and Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town(a girl version, thank God). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.cheatscodesguides.com/nintendo-ds-cheats/harvest-moon/"&gt;Harvest Moon DS&lt;/a&gt;, you start out as a young, man, (sorry girls...I wish I could be a girl) and your father has just died. You inherit his rundown farm and all of it's content. Your job is to make the farm successful by any means possible. You can own chickens, cows, ducks, and grow crops to make money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These games are definitely like virtual reality. You can marry a local girl of Forget Me Not Valley, or enter in monthly festivals. No matter what you're doing in Harvest Moon, you'll never be bored. A farm game may not sound fun, but you'll never know how great it is if you don't play it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.cheatscodesguides.com/nintendo-ds-cheats/untitled-rpg-from-marvelous/"&gt;Harvest Moon: Rune Factory&lt;/a&gt;, you again starr again as a boy, but that won't hold anyone back. Your two jobs are to 1. Make your farm one of the best and 2. Figure out who you were. The boy you starr as, suffered from amnesia, making it all the more exciting. Rune Factory is a Fantasy Harvest Moon, making it even more fun! You travel to mysterious caves, and fight in combat with some pretty stubborn monsters. You can capture them and have them work on your farm. But, like most Harvest Moon games, you can marry, and have one infant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.gamewinners.com/game_boy_advance/HarvestMoonMoreFriendsOfMineralTown.htm"&gt;Harvest Moon: More Friends of Mineral Town&lt;/a&gt;, you can finally be a girl! You have some repetitive characters from Harvest Moon DS, but also some added fun with new characters introduced. The only problem I have with this game is that the time seems to pass by very slow. About ten seconds in reality, it ten minutes in this Harvest Moon game. Overall, you get to raise cows, chicken, and even a horse, like Harvest Moon DS. Once more, you can marry, this time, a boy, and have one infant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Overall, Harvest Moon games can teach you skill, while you are having fun at the same time! Enjoy them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/705227441080267491-2134557793454600312?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/2134557793454600312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=2134557793454600312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2134557793454600312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2134557793454600312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/06/harvest-moon.html' title='Harvest Moon'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-7137084336531923367</id><published>2008-06-27T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:53:11.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ahhh...the few pleasures in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/320701~Mouse-Flying-on-Piece-of-Swiss-Cheese-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/320701~Mouse-Flying-on-Piece-of-Swiss-Cheese-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/320701~Mouse-Flying-on-Piece-of-Swiss-Cheese-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/705227441080267491-7137084336531923367?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/7137084336531923367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=7137084336531923367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/7137084336531923367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/7137084336531923367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8538098455647425230</id><published>2008-05-21T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:15:58.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of One, The End of Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's almost the end of the year. Many are excited for Summer, I can't deny that I have been counting the minutes. But, when have you thought, I mean really thought, about it? When a new year starts, you'll be in a different grade, possibly a different school, and much more different things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You are leaving behind one thing, and starting a new thing. The beginning of one, the end of another. In a way, it's kind of sad. Maybe I should go to Never Land and go with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys! Come one, I bet you wish you could go to Never Land at some point! Leaving memories can really be sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know if any of you are like this, but I don't adjust to change easily at all. I don't have the mentality to adapt! It's really hard for me to get used to something. Give me a year, and I still don't like it. But there are so many great things that happened to me, it's hard to say goodbye to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's why, we truly need to appreciate the moment, because we don't know how much time we have. We don't know how long we will be blessed. It's going to be hard for me to move on, but I guess, like is about change and taking risks. Life was made to live it! We should all live it the best way that we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8538098455647425230?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8538098455647425230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8538098455647425230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8538098455647425230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8538098455647425230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/05/beginning-of-one-end-of-another.html' title='The Beginning of One, The End of Another'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8383373822625847826</id><published>2008-05-13T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:20:02.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As many students know, finals are coming up. For middle schoolers, well, at my school, they are called the EOG's (end of grade testing). I am up to here (imagine me raising my hand) in studying, homework, projects, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I always thought the end of the year was supposed to be easier. In elementary school, the end of the year &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;the easiest by far. Middle school is WAY different. I am sure many of us have figured that out by now. I just want it all to be over, so this weight can be lifted off my chest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good luck to anyone who is studying for finals, EOG's, and what not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8383373822625847826?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8383373822625847826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8383373822625847826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8383373822625847826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8383373822625847826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/05/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-1552276713447923173</id><published>2008-05-02T15:24:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:39:39.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I was trying to get an afternoon nap, after having one sleepless night. It started when people the home owners association hired came. They were mowing the lawns. In a failed act to block that &lt;em&gt;noise, &lt;/em&gt;I put on some calming William Ackerman music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Many people would think that this would help! Nope! Well, a little later, they FINALLY LEFT. This is something that would happen in movies! Obviously, after you mow a lawn, you must blow away all the excess grass. So, they had leaf blowers, and they were blowing all the grass away. I could hear them all the way around the sub division. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They must have been doing that for at least half an hour. Having turned off the music already, I thought they were finally done, so I turned on the music again. I hope this makes you laugh so hard, you fly off your seat. The waste industries people come. They have this giant truck, that makes noise you can hear 50 miles away! I stood ten more minutes of this. I finally gave up. That was some nap! Then, I came down here and wrote this post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People, if you ever try to take an afternoon nap, be aware of garbage days, mowing days, and blower days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-1552276713447923173?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/1552276713447923173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=1552276713447923173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1552276713447923173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1552276713447923173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8041495595151603036</id><published>2008-04-22T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:28:41.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eucalyptus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eucalyptus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA5-4iL5mGI/AAAAAAAAACk/up1HHOCw3gA/s1600-h/DSC04118.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192226930119252066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA5-4iL5mGI/AAAAAAAAACk/up1HHOCw3gA/s400/DSC04118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in action! This is also one of the favorite ones I took!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8041495595151603036?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8041495595151603036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8041495595151603036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8041495595151603036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8041495595151603036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/04/eucalyptus.html' title='Eucalyptus'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA5-4iL5mGI/AAAAAAAAACk/up1HHOCw3gA/s72-c/DSC04118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-3270853993390062275</id><published>2008-04-22T20:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:28:41.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In color, Multicolor Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one of my favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA590yL5mFI/AAAAAAAAACc/3ZjqYnlzpm4/s1600-h/DSC04100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192225766183114834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA590yL5mFI/AAAAAAAAACc/3ZjqYnlzpm4/s400/DSC04100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/705227441080267491-3270853993390062275?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/3270853993390062275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=3270853993390062275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3270853993390062275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3270853993390062275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-color-multicolor-rocks.html' title='In color, Multicolor Rocks'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA590yL5mFI/AAAAAAAAACc/3ZjqYnlzpm4/s72-c/DSC04100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-5757011345456915065</id><published>2008-04-22T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:28:41.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another one of my photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA59CSL5mDI/AAAAAAAAACM/gnz_X2oJs1g/s1600-h/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA59SSL5mEI/AAAAAAAAACU/vNYFgUpWuLo/s1600-h/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192225173477627970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA59SSL5mEI/AAAAAAAAACU/vNYFgUpWuLo/s400/DSC04098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/705227441080267491-5757011345456915065?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/5757011345456915065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=5757011345456915065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5757011345456915065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5757011345456915065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/04/sea-shell.html' title='Sea Shell'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA59SSL5mEI/AAAAAAAAACU/vNYFgUpWuLo/s72-c/DSC04098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-3666762259208937543</id><published>2008-04-22T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:28:41.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black &amp; White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I took this picture in my back yard, and I added special affects. How do you like it? Please leave a comment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA58FSL5mCI/AAAAAAAAACE/kTnOMm612Vk/s1600-h/DSC04096.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA58FSL5mCI/AAAAAAAAACE/kTnOMm612Vk/s400/DSC04096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-3666762259208937543?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/3666762259208937543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=3666762259208937543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3666762259208937543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3666762259208937543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/04/black-white.html' title='Black &amp; White'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SA58FSL5mCI/AAAAAAAAACE/kTnOMm612Vk/s72-c/DSC04096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-4313867189644337266</id><published>2008-04-20T19:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:22:19.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had prejudice towards someone? Prejudice is a dangerous thing because it can cause us to make assumptions of other people before truly getting to know them. We may assume they are something, but they truly aren't. The real question is, how do you get to know the person behind the curtain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am sure many of you have heard of the book &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;, written by Jane Austen. Some may have read it, some may not. But, I think there is one main point in the story. The moral, if you may. It is the most important thing that ever reading pride and prejudice could teach you. Perhaps Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bennet&lt;/span&gt; had too much prejudice towards Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy had too much pride. In the end, everything works out. Perhaps they both needed to let go of a few things before they could finally become one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe we won't ever truly know someone. Every person is different. Human beings are difficult and complex things. We all have different personalities, different minds, different, opinions and much, much more. The thing is, we shouldn't judge people by what we see on the outside. We should judge them by what's in their hearts. That is what is truly important. How stupid is it not to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; friend just because they aren't popular, or they buy this brand of clothes, or they have glasses? You are having prejudice towards that person because of what you are observing on the outside. But, we must all search for what truly matters on the inside. Perhaps we all need to let go of a little pride and prejudice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-4313867189644337266?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/4313867189644337266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=4313867189644337266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4313867189644337266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4313867189644337266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/04/prejudice.html' title='Prejudice'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-1465129154650411087</id><published>2008-04-13T13:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:55:02.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Has there ever been a point in your life when you wished that you had more than you already have? Come on, you know that you have at least one point in your life. Sometimes, we don't even realize how lucky we are to be alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are two types of people in the world. There are the people that want more no matter what they already have. There are also people that are happy with little things. Remember when you were a kid, and you would be excited by just getting a new toy? Remember? Little kids are so easy to make happy. They are innocent and pure, and even the littlest things can please them in the most miraculous way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We should all stop thinking about what we don't have, and what we do have. As I say, you don't know what you have until you don't have it. So, think about that. Think about what you already have the next time you want a new cell phone, car, or anything material. Remember what it was like when you were little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-1465129154650411087?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/1465129154650411087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=1465129154650411087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1465129154650411087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1465129154650411087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/04/remember.html' title='Remember?'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-6011032844212221715</id><published>2008-04-02T21:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:22:59.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer and Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Summer is now almost here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can hardly believe that almost a year has gone by. We spend our lives complaining about the single moment, but we don't know how precious it is until we actually loose it. Sometimes we need to loose things in order to realize how important something is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For example, we don't know how important our dog may be to us, until we loose it. What can it take for us to realize that we are very lucky. Not all of us are as lucky as some of us. The next time you don't pay attention to something, think about what your life would be like without it. Would it be different or the same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes, we need to realize all the things that we have, and be thankful for it. For all we know, it could be gone tomorrow. I think we should treasure things, because they may never be anything like it again. Treat something like you'll never see it again. Appreciate what you have, and be thankful that you have it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-6011032844212221715?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/6011032844212221715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=6011032844212221715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6011032844212221715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6011032844212221715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-and-realization.html' title='Summer and Realization'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-1115474875969133721</id><published>2008-03-07T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:43:25.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is another rainy day. Rain is so beautiful. Whenever it rains, I open my window and I love to hear the sound of the rain. It's just so peaceful in it's own way. It's like mother nature's tears. Each drop is just as special as the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes people don't appreciate things as much because they are so ordinary. Of course, rain is a &lt;em&gt;normal &lt;/em&gt;thing. But, I think we should all be thankful for it. If it weren't for rain, we would probably be in a permanent drought. It's so important to our daily lives. The next time you see rain, you should stop and  be thankful for it, no matter how ordinary it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-1115474875969133721?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/1115474875969133721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=1115474875969133721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1115474875969133721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1115474875969133721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/03/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-5311986643564605914</id><published>2008-03-06T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:18:06.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lately, I have been thinking of seeing beyond the image. I have always been interested in analyzing people, and seeing who they truly are on the inside. People may see you as someone who is funny, or smart, but at home you're just a quiet person who doesn't seek attention. Or, it could be the exact opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We can never really know one person too well. People are complex and mysterious creatures. But, it is obvious that the world would be boring if we knew everything! I think that more people should try and see others beyond what they see. People may accuse you of being something you're not when they don't even know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even with shy people, if you are nice, they might open up. Everyone has living, beating hearts. We all deserve to feel like we belong. It is always good to see people in a way that other people wouldn't even think of seeing them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-5311986643564605914?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/5311986643564605914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=5311986643564605914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5311986643564605914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5311986643564605914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/03/beyond-image.html' title='Beyond the Image'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-7738948478436488467</id><published>2008-03-03T20:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:28:42.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yxQvyNAJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QHVfyf-LyCE/s1600-h/DSC03651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173704973204914322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yxQvyNAJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QHVfyf-LyCE/s320/DSC03651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cosmic Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yw8PyNAII/AAAAAAAAAB0/vzVCp-jCZ7A/s1600-h/Paintings+for+website-Marilena+Linardatou+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlinardatou.googlepages.com/MetamorphosisDetails.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yvJvyNAHI/AAAAAAAAABs/-dF-Gdyj9Ss/s1600-h/Paintings+for+website-Marilena+Linardatou+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173702653922574450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yvJvyNAHI/AAAAAAAAABs/-dF-Gdyj9Ss/s320/Paintings+for+website-Marilena+Linardatou+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaths of the Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yuV_yNAGI/AAAAAAAAABk/ua6TlDXYjmo/s1600-h/Angel+and+Soul+of+a+Man+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173701764864344162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yuV_yNAGI/AAAAAAAAABk/ua6TlDXYjmo/s320/Angel+and+Soul+of+a+Man+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8ytwPyNAFI/AAAAAAAAABc/XEJWHj1wntk/s1600-h/Paintings+for+website-Marilena+Linardatou+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173701116324282450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8ytwPyNAFI/AAAAAAAAABc/XEJWHj1wntk/s320/Paintings+for+website-Marilena+Linardatou+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Composition with Guitars II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8ytF_yNAEI/AAAAAAAAABU/nhqok0bQYm8/s1600-h/The+soul+of+a+woman+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173700390474809410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8ytF_yNAEI/AAAAAAAAABU/nhqok0bQYm8/s320/The+soul+of+a+woman+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Soul of a Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you like these paintings and you want to see much more, you can go to my Mom's website. &lt;a href="http://mlinardatou.googlepages.com/index.html"&gt;http://mlinardatou.googlepages.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8ys0vyNADI/AAAAAAAAABM/Hlfu0VLYjJA/s1600-h/The+soul+of+a+woman+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlinardatou.googlepages.com/BreathsOfTheEarthDetail.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlinardatou.googlepages.com/MetamorphosisDetails.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/705227441080267491-7738948478436488467?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/7738948478436488467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=7738948478436488467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/7738948478436488467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/7738948478436488467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/03/paintings.html' title='Paintings'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/R8yxQvyNAJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QHVfyf-LyCE/s72-c/DSC03651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-4588039618162148185</id><published>2008-03-03T20:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:49:42.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintings from the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are many artists out there. My Mom, &lt;a href="http://mlinardatou.googlepages.com/index.html"&gt;Maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linardatou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is one of those very talented artists. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; paints from the heart. Making most of her paintings abstract, you have to look carefully to find the true meaning. Painting has always been her passion and she loves doing it. You can view some of her artwork on her website linked above, or you can see some of her paintings in the post above this. Please enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-4588039618162148185?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/4588039618162148185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=4588039618162148185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4588039618162148185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4588039618162148185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/03/paintings-from-heart.html' title='Paintings from the Heart'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-2873487270704895477</id><published>2008-03-02T17:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:02:01.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here we are again, with another beginning. As we all know, March brings the beginning of spring. The time where the flowers start blooming, and people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frolic&lt;/span&gt; through the fields! Just kidding! We don't live in the 1930s. Of course, people can still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frolic&lt;/span&gt; in the fields, and there is nothing wrong with picking flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, the year has gone by so fast! I can't believe it! It seemed like yesterday that I woke up to the beginning of a new year. Time really flies. It seems as though when you're not paying attention, it goes by quickly. But, when you are in class, you are just itching for the bell to ring. Of course, it seems like and eternity until it rings. That can be really annoying. It applies to the same concept of loosing things when you need them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aggravating&lt;/span&gt; when I am looking for something, and I can't find it. I know I have seen it before, but now that I want it, guess what?-it's gone! Sometimes life operates in funny ways. But, one day, I am sure we will all benefit from some of those funny ways. Believe it or not...most of the things that happen in our lives happen for a reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-2873487270704895477?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/2873487270704895477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=2873487270704895477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2873487270704895477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2873487270704895477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-beginning.html' title='Another Beginning'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-1762506764041894434</id><published>2008-02-24T17:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:06:12.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't seen this wonderful movie for a while(even though I own it). Somehow I was re-visited by it when I was looking for some good inspiration. By far, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0007TKNIS?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=arssp0c-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is the best, dramatical, and suspenseful movie out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You can listen to some of it's songs on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBYoarsGLXc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. I hope that you will love the songs as much as I love them, and I highly reccomend the movie and the book! Enjoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-1762506764041894434?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/1762506764041894434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=1762506764041894434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1762506764041894434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/1762506764041894434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/02/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8862416918291034906</id><published>2008-02-18T11:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:05:00.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Our Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if people see themselves the way other people see them.   Can they see that they have a high pitched, loud and annoying voice? Do they see their flaws? No one is perfect, but I wonder  how people would change if they knew what other people thought about them. Would they stop wearing their favorite color because someone said it looks bad on them? Would they stop playing a sport if it was not popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people today don't realize the mistakes they made. If you videotaped them saying something horrible, would they realize what they have done? I don't know. Many people have done things that are so inconsiderate, I wonder how they fall asleep not feeling guilty. Some people never realize who they are in the eyes of other people. They never think, "Well, they might have lied to me because they are scared to come to me with the truth." People are not perfect, and they make mistakes.  You need to learn to forgive people like you would forgive yourself. It is in our nature to sometimes think we are perfect or better than everyone else. But, I think once in a while, we should see ourselves the way other people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8862416918291034906?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8862416918291034906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8862416918291034906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8862416918291034906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8862416918291034906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-our-nature.html' title='In Our Nature'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8901224976433008178</id><published>2008-01-07T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:33:57.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People are Funny!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whenever someone tries to insult me or make me feel bad, I am laughing inside my head. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reluctant&lt;/span&gt; to notice that many people aren't bothered by comments like that. People that try to make you feel  bad about yourself are insecure. Whenever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; tries to insult me or hurt me in any way, I am not offended. I feel sorry for that person. They are truly the ones who are insecure, and they have to make other people feel bad to make themselves feel better. It's the same thing with popular people. Why do you think they are in the spotlight?-for attention of course! They need the spotlight to make them feel better about themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People think they have gotten me down, but I am still standing with my feet firmly to the ground. It takes more than an insecure person with cheesy comments to get me down. If you believe in yourself, and you are confident, there is absolutely nothing to worry about. If you don't let insecure people get to you, then they won't. If it does get to you, you are only giving them power they don't deserve. Power over you. I feel sorry for insecure people because they are not happy with who they are. Also, it seems the only way for them to make themselves feel better seems to be that they have to make other people feel bad too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Overall, don't let insecure people get to you. They have no right to have power over you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8901224976433008178?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8901224976433008178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8901224976433008178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8901224976433008178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8901224976433008178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2008/01/people-are-funny.html' title='People are Funny!!!'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-5342748793740168898</id><published>2007-12-19T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:31:56.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for the Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't have homework today, and I won't be having it for the rest of the week! Tomorrow we are going to have pizza and a movie in my class. We don't even need our binders! This part about the holidays are great, but there are other parts to the holidays too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Think about all the families that don't have the money to buy their kids presesnts. Think how sad it is to go downstairs on Chirstmas or light candles on Hanukkah and not find any gifts. It's always a good idea to donate to homeless shelters during the holidays. It always helps with the spirit. Sometimes, what I say is that you don't know what you have until you don't have it. During these holidays, be thankful for what you have. Enjoy your life. If you think your life is right down the drain, think about other people that are less fortunate than you and give thanks for what you have! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-5342748793740168898?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/5342748793740168898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=5342748793740168898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5342748793740168898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5342748793740168898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoory-for-holidays.html' title='Hooray for the Holidays!'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-5596354275718316939</id><published>2007-12-18T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:44:43.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Host by Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/thehost.html"&gt;Stephenie Meyer's&lt;/a&gt; next new book to be released will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316068047?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=arssp0c-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp"&gt;The Host&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; The release date will be May 6, 2008. This is great news to all of her fans, including me! All of her books have become such a success, and I am almost certain that everyone will like &lt;em&gt;The Host. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-5596354275718316939?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/5596354275718316939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=5596354275718316939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5596354275718316939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5596354275718316939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/host-by-stephenie-meyer.html' title='The Host by Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-6621205681255330300</id><published>2007-12-15T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:55:14.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;most important things in life is to be yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you have to act like a different person to get people to like you, then they aren't your true friends. Everyone deserves friends that like them and have fun with them just the way they are. The best person that you can be, is you. You are the only one that can make people like you. You have that power, just be yourself. Eventually, people may find out too. It is always good to be honest when you start out making friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once you decided to be yourself, people may actually decide that they like the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;you.  No one is perfect, and that is no reason to hide who you are. All that is important is to be yourself, and to be confident!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-6621205681255330300?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/6621205681255330300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=6621205681255330300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6621205681255330300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6621205681255330300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-yourself.html' title='Being Yourself'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-4705230570834495612</id><published>2007-12-08T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:35:38.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights lead to Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was quite an adventure for me.  My mom and I were running all over the place getting Christmas lights and extension cords. What a mess! We were going back and forth all day. We were going to get blue lights, and somehow they ended out of the cart and we never bought them(I am suspecting my mom took them out  by accident). So then, we went to the Ace Hardware close to our house, and then we bought the lights there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We started to put everything around the tree including the ornaments, and all the little nick knacks. On top of it, we had a smaller tree to decorate, and the whole process took the whole day. I don't even want to imagine what it will be like putting them back in the boxes at the end of Christmas! My mom and I were both snapping at each other because we were both tired, and everything was a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do all families go through this? Does your family? Don't be shy, leave a comment! I would love to hear your Christmas tale of adventure! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-4705230570834495612?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/4705230570834495612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=4705230570834495612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4705230570834495612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4705230570834495612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/lights-lead-to-adventures.html' title='Lights lead to Adventures'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-4009566837234505538</id><published>2007-12-07T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:01:15.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being popular isn't everything. As I have previously stated, only insecure people want to be in the spotlight. Since they are insecure, they make themselves feel better by getting all the attention or making other people feel bad to make themselves feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are two kinds of popular. One kind, is when they make other people feel bad to make themselves feel better. They usually are in a clique. The other kind of popular is when people just like to be around you. You may have a lot of friends, and that could just be because they like your personality. It is true that they should be happy that they are popular, but if you know who you are and you are confident, then there is no need to be popular. Insecure people go for the spotlight, not confident people. You don't have to be popular to know who you are on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Popular people only pick on others because they are jealous of you, or it makes them feel better about themselves when they make other people feel miserable. The best way to get rid of them is just to ignore them. They are really the weak ones, and if you are brave enough to go up and confront them, then you are definitely a strong person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like I said you usually find popular people in cliques. They have a little group of people, and they don't let anyone else be their friend. There is a difference between a group of friends and a clique. A group of friends are just people that have fun together and they have fun, and it doesn't have to be one gender. Everyone is welcome in a group of friends. A clique, is usually made up of insecure people that rely on the people in their group to make them feel better. They make other people feel bad, and it is usually one gender. You can't exactly declare yourself popular. They assume the force of being popular. When people just like you, they come to you. Like in Greece, a Tyrant was a King that assumed power by force, that is exactly what popular people do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just because popular people &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;they are popular, it doesn't mean that other people like them. People don't usually like popular people for who they are. Just because they may be popular, or again they think they are popular, they don't have to be popular in your book. You shouldn't feel like they are a giant cat and you are the mouse. It's the exact opposite. You shouldn't be threatened by popular people, they are really the weak ones. This is what I always try to remember day-to-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-4009566837234505538?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/4009566837234505538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=4009566837234505538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4009566837234505538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4009566837234505538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-popular.html' title='Being Popular'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-3334610978389138031</id><published>2007-12-06T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:46:46.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egos and People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today has gone like a bore. The same thing happens every single day. When does something interesting happen once in a while?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only thing that I hate more than bullies is people with big egos. I know that they are insecure and they just want to seem like they are confident, by being stuck up and always wanting attention. They usually make fun of other people to make themselves look and feel better. I, myself stay away from making fun of people to make myself feel better. If you are really smart, or you do a perfect back flip, not everyone needs to know. If people accomplish something and they brag, that means that they are insecure. Believe it or not, the only people in the spotlight are the insecure people. You should be happy with who you are, and just be intact with yourself as a person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your unhappiness to make themselves feel better. You don't have to tolerate people with big egos. You can just tell them straight up to stop. Humility is important, and if someone says they are so smart, they have to have humility. You are smart to have humility, because it is in human nature, to make other people feel bad. Don't say it an in insulting way and think carefully of how you say it. Once, when I was sitting at a table with this annoying boy, I was finally fed up. He was making fun of the girl sitting next to me, and occasionally me. Finally, I just told him how insecure he sounded. I said, "You are insecure. You make other people feel bad to make yourself feel better." He hasn't bothered me ever since. Sometimes people need to know how bad they make you feel.u come across people with big egos everyday. I am trying to work on tolerating. If they don't have a big ego, then they are just insecure and they feed off of other people's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-3334610978389138031?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/3334610978389138031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=3334610978389138031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3334610978389138031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3334610978389138031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/egos-and-people.html' title='Egos and People'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-6363654424124530443</id><published>2007-12-05T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:47:25.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have always been thinking about bullies and why the do the things they do. I have always found bullies, and what they do to other people very interesting. I think about why they do it. I want to find it out, and then I don't have to be afraid of them. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a friend, who wouldn't bully me physically, but emotionally. I know what you are thinking... "Why was she your friend if she bullied you?" Well, it wasn't always like that. Even though she did that, she was still a friend, because I forgave her. No one else wanted to try being her friend because they didn't like her. But, I have learned to tolerate it, get this,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BULLIES ARE INSECURE&lt;/span&gt;!!! They only pick on you because it makes them feel better to make other people feel bad. My friend, was insecure. Most of the time, bullies are jealous of you. But, be humble, they have feelings too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever the people in the class always made fun of her, I was there to stick up for her. Mostly the boys did it, though. Once she went to the bathroom and cried, and I came after her to calm her down. I told her exactly what I am writing about. People pick on others to make themselves feel better. I have figured out that there are two kinds of bullies. The first kind, like my friend, will do anything to make a friend, and they may sometimes be your friend, but they also get bullied for their appearance. The second kind, is where they bully you physically, and like in shows, everyone goes running when they see that one person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They may be two kinds of bullies, but they are actually alike. They are both insecure, and what they do to other people could have come from their childhood. For bullies that hurt you physically, you need to get an adult's help. The first kind of bullies, can be lightly taken care of, and they make do it again. They are just like us, and we shouldn't make fun of someone for their size, shape, and race. People are all people. We all have beating hearts, and brains. Just because someone is different, it doesn't give you a free pass to pick on them. What they look like is what makes them unique. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullies also bully people, if they get bullied. That is what happened with my friend. They just want to give anyone a taste of what it feels like to be bullied. You are insecure if you bully someone to make yourself feel better. So, to make a long story short, it is like a chain reaction. People are insecure because other people make them feel insecure. Or, they could just be unhappy about who they are in general. I have learned to ignore bullies, and feel sorry for them. They are really the ones less fortunate than you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-6363654424124530443?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/6363654424124530443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=6363654424124530443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6363654424124530443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6363654424124530443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/bullies.html' title='Bullies'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-6798002901847204452</id><published>2007-12-04T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:47:46.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, Thoughts, and Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find it interesting, that any type of music that I listen to gives me different thoughts. I am sure that lot of other people feel the same way. It's almost like your thoughts are connected to the music, and it can make you think of something sad or something happy. I like to listen to music that gives me good memories, or makes me think about my future. I like to think about the things that make me happy or think about a really great book that I just started. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder sometimes why people are made fun of for the way they look. I see this happen and it makes me wonder what they feel like. Sometimes, I have fallen into that trap. Guilty as charged. :) I am sure that we all have fallen into that trap once in our life. I try to keep myself from doing it, there is nothing that can be hurt more than a person's feelings. Before I say something out of hand, I think about how it would make the other person feel. I had a friend that was made fun of because she was different. Nothing is wrong with being different, it's what makes us all unique. If everyone looked the same, it would be boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many people have some weird like and dislikes. Me? I love the smell of paper. Not all kinds though, sometimes some books smell really bad. It may sound weird, but that's what makes me unique. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone may have something goofy that they like. There is nothing better than the smell of rain other than curling up by the fire with hot cocoa, the fire burning, and snow outside. I hope that is snows this year. So many people dispise it but, I like to see it's beauty. Each flake is so different form the next one. There are so many things that you can do with snow in my opinion. During the summer, all you get is a really bad sun burn and a swim suit wedgie! Spring, well, all you can do is pick flowers. With winter, you can make snow men, have a snowball fight, sled down your drive way, and have hot cocoa by the fire place. I remember wheneve I do swimming during the winter, I loved coming outside after a good work-out and to be in the cold. I know it's weird, but I liked getting my towel on, and waiting for the heat to kick in. I love going outside in the cold, I like getting ready to go out in the cold. Everything about it seems fun to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-6798002901847204452?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/6798002901847204452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=6798002901847204452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6798002901847204452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6798002901847204452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/music.html' title='Music, Thoughts, and Paper'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-3404457763558234264</id><published>2007-12-01T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:55:28.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/media/entertainment/games/A/avatarhigh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="117" alt="" src="http://www.channel4.com/media/entertainment/games/A/avatarhigh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/avHigh/ahigh.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/avHigh/ahigh.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Avatar High&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is a harmless and interesting 3-D high school adventure. There are so many things that you can do. You can name your high school and choose a mascot, you can design your students, choose their names, make them have crushes, and even B.O. You can have real life events like the prom, big test, big game, a party, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt;. But, on the screen, you won't virtually be present. A day will pass and it will give the details of how it went. For the big test, big game, prom, and the party, it shows the results the next day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-3404457763558234264?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/3404457763558234264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=3404457763558234264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3404457763558234264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/3404457763558234264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/12/avatar-high.html' title='Avatar High'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-2039894829766094290</id><published>2007-11-28T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:48:58.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowd vs Individual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everday middle schoolers face the pressure to be part of the crowd or to be an individual and be your own person. Which is right and which is wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have always wanted to be an individual and be my own person. As I entered middle school, I noticed that there were popular brands that most people were wearing . The popular most popular ones are the first three and the last two are less popular but still popular. Abercrombie and Fitch, Aeropostale, Hollister, and American Eagle. I saw them everywhere. Even in gym, on the girl's bottoms. I liked that brand, but I couldn't figure out if I wanted to wear it because everyone else was wearing it, or if a just liked it. Recently, I got an Abercrombie sweater. I was so happy, and actually excited to go to school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I got to school on Monday, I actually fell into the trap of being like everyone else. I felt guilty that I had done it. I wore it for a few days and got used to it. I realized, that no one looks at you differently when you wear a brand name. I don't want people to like me for what I wear, but what they see in me on the inside. I will still wear it, but not think that people look at me differently. I am who I am and that will never change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing wrong in wearing things like Abercrombie, but you shouldn't do it to fit into the crowd. No matter what you wear, people will still see you as you, and you don't have to wear a brand name to show them that.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-2039894829766094290?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/2039894829766094290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=2039894829766094290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2039894829766094290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/2039894829766094290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/crowd-vs-individual.html' title='Crowd vs Individual'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8587077236293988852</id><published>2007-11-25T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:49:11.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There have been five movies released based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. They have made all the movies up to the fifth, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. There are still two more to come. The &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fs%3Furl%3Dsearch-alias%253Daps%26field-keywords%3Dharry%2Bpotter%2Bdvd&amp;amp;tag=arssp0c-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; are just as great as the books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The movies that have been released are Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I love all of the movies, but I would have to say that the third, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban and the fourth, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire are the best. In the third, I like the suspense and mystery. It has a good plot, and it is pretty much self explanatory. In the fourth, I like all the challeneges that Harry has to go for, when he is not at the age to do it. I like how Voldemort shows himself in this movie and there is nothing that I don't like about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8587077236293988852?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8587077236293988852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8587077236293988852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8587077236293988852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8587077236293988852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/harry-potter-movies.html' title='Harry Potter Movies'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-4775528973917828153</id><published>2007-11-25T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:49:23.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jkrowling.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is a wonderful author. She has written the whole &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0439887453?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=arssp0c-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0439887453"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. All the books have become movies up to the fifth book. She has written the series up to the seventh book, and sadly, that is the last of the series.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is about, Harry Potter, a young wizard who faces the most feared wizard in the wizarding world, Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort has been after Harry since he killed his parents but failed to kill him. Slowly, as Harry starts to find out more about him, it is Harry's destiny to fight Voldemort and finally kill the person that cost his parent's lives. Will he defeat Voldemort and more importantly, will he survive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.K. Rowling is a really great author. I have loved her books since I have been in third grade. I was very sad when I found out that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows was going to be the last book of the series. This is one of my most favorite series and I recommend it for all ages!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-4775528973917828153?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/4775528973917828153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=4775528973917828153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4775528973917828153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/4775528973917828153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/harry-potter-series-by-jk-rowling.html' title='Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-6014442644855415648</id><published>2007-11-23T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:49:38.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Class on Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As an average middle school kid, sometimes I have problems on getting to class on time. I am never late, but it is always hard to make it. Here are some tips that could help you get to class on time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all, try not to run but, you can fast walk. If some people are slow, just find a space and cut in front of them. Whether or not you have a top or a bottom locker, these tips can help for both. If you have a top locker and the person on the bottom is blocking your way, don't just waste your time! Find a clear space, and get what you want out of your back pack. That way, you will be ready when he or she is done with the bottom locker. If you are a bottom locker, the same thing can work. Or, careful try to get yourself in if it is taking a while. Also, try not to get too distracted by talking to your friends. After that, there is not much you can do but fast walk and have good time management.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-6014442644855415648?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/6014442644855415648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=6014442644855415648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6014442644855415648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/6014442644855415648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/class-on-t.html' title='Class on Time'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8171406101915390993</id><published>2007-11-22T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:53:21.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.titletrakk.com/images/ultimate_gift_dvd_cover_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="223" alt="" src="http://www.titletrakk.com/images/ultimate_gift_dvd_cover_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000QUU7KC?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=arssp0c-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000QUU7KC"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ultimate Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; was originally a book by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimstovall.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim Strovall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. It has now become a movie, and it is available to watch and to read. I have just seen the movie, and it was definitely one that touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I starts with a young man, Jason Stevens, who has all the money in the world and he has never had to work a day in his life. A tragedy happens and his rich Grandfather dies. Not many people, including Jason seem to care that Red Stevens, his Grandfather has just died. All of his sons wanted inheritance to get all of his money. In the beginning, Jason believes that his Grandfather has left him nothing. But, his Grandfather leaves 12 tasks for him to perform in order to get the inheritance. Jason soon embarks on journeys that he could never imagine doing. Will he survive the tasks he is being asked to perform?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8171406101915390993?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8171406101915390993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8171406101915390993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8171406101915390993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8171406101915390993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/ultimate-gift.html' title='The Ultimate Gift'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-5911540392498330667</id><published>2007-11-22T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:51:50.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilary Duff CD- Dignity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the CD's that I am currently listening to is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000MV9OHW?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=arssp0c-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000MV9OHW"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dignity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hilaryduff.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. She combines the song genres, pop and rock. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some of my favorite songs are Gypsy Woman, Dreamer, Burned, and Outside of You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Outside of You is my most favorite because when I went to the mountains, I listened to it 7 times on my iPod. Gypsy Woman has a very nice rhythm to it. It makes me want to tap my foot. Dreamer has a nice beat to it and gives a very interesting input in the human condition. I like burned because it seems like the slowest song and and has a good tone and I love the music she uses to sing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-5911540392498330667?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/5911540392498330667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=5911540392498330667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5911540392498330667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/5911540392498330667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-get-to-class-on-time.html' title='Hilary Duff CD- Dignity'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-8982374764383344032</id><published>2007-11-22T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:52:07.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Global Warming has become a big problem all over the world. Scientists and News channels everywhere are warning us of the consequences if this problem can't be fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are many &lt;a href="http://www.fightglobalwarming.com/page.cfm?tagID=608"&gt;things that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can do&lt;/a&gt; to help against global warming. Try using less paper and more importantly, try to recycle. Instead of taking a car, you can walk and get some exercise. There are so many things that can be done to save the environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scientists have discovered a whole in the ozone layer bigger than Europe across Antarctica. This causes the ice to melt. If the ice melts, we will soon have tsunamis and this will cause the waves to get out of control. This may not happen for some time, but scientists say that future generations could be under water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-8982374764383344032?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/8982374764383344032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=8982374764383344032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8982374764383344032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/8982374764383344032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705227441080267491.post-7166826296619633994</id><published>2007-11-21T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:56:07.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The recent series the I have been reading is the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316015849?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=arssp0c-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0316015849"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; series. The author of the Twilight series is Stephenie Meyer. Her official website is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stepheniemeyer.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first book of the Twilight series is Twilight. These are the kinds of books that you will not be able to set down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It starts as 17 year old Bella Swan ventures to Forks, Washington to go live with her Dad. While being there, she meets a boy, Edward Cullen. Edward and his family do not interest Bella in the beginning, but as their friendship and love for each other grow, she becomes more attached to Edward than ever before. But there is one complication, Edward is a vampire. Can their relationship last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer has two more books out on this series, and there is more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this series is miraculous. When I read her words, it's like I am there. You feel like you are actually in a teenage girls mind. The friendship and the love seem so pure, and the words are un-forgettable. This is one of the best series I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series can be for all audiences, preferably middle school and older kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/705227441080267491-7166826296619633994?l=ariaspin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/feeds/7166826296619633994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=705227441080267491&amp;postID=7166826296619633994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/7166826296619633994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/705227441080267491/posts/default/7166826296619633994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ariaspin.blogspot.com/2007/11/twilight-series-by-stephenie-meyer.html' title='Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>Aria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09099753758575222500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fgi2BPfko8/SkXO0l3brmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zl8bSPxwd-Y/S220/r.a.b.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
