<?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-34240236</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:36:43.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StepOnMee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-116466289122724490</id><published>2006-11-27T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:28:11.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Semester.. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester and gone by so fast, it seems as though there isn't much to say about it. When I came to my first day of classes, I was scared that I would have those teachers that you see in the movies and kick you out if you weren't prepared or spitted in you and your papers as they lectured the class. Instead, I have had great teachers who have all been very nice and very helpful. I have met many new people, who have become very close friends. College has taught me to manage my time as well as my money. I am more careful about my homework and  getting it done on time and making sure that it is thoroughly complete. When I first began, I was still use to the highschool environment. Turn your papers in late, give your friends answers to the test that youve just taken, or make lousy excuses on how you didnt feel good and have to go home for the rest of the day. College has taught me to be more responsible and more motivated when it comes to my school work. I'm so glad that i decided to come here when i did.. eventhough i could be in the carolinas right now but i had to chicken out. maybe next year.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-116466289122724490?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/116466289122724490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=116466289122724490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116466289122724490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116466289122724490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/11/semester.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-116164057350490982</id><published>2006-10-23T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:13.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irondavis.com/a_art/a03-05_art_works/gic04b_c4d_prints/d040220u_still_life_5.html"&gt;http://www.irondavis.com/a_art/a03-05_art_works/gic04b_c4d_prints/d040220u_still_life_5.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting is abstract.. It has lots of colors and he uses lots of shapes! There are spheres, cubes, cones etc. Its third dimensional. There are mostly bright colors. not a lot dark. Lime green, whie, red purple.. and even black. it looks as though they are sitting on a tile floor. they are all shaded differently and are all different sizes. I like paintings like these. They arent boring. They are unique..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-116164057350490982?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/116164057350490982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=116164057350490982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116164057350490982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116164057350490982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/10/art-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-116163983477691592</id><published>2006-10-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:43:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a title="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~sequin/SCULPTS/sculpts.html" contenteditable="false" href="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~sequin/SCULPTS/sculpts.html" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~sequin/SCULPTS/sculpts.html" contenteditable="false" href="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~sequin/SCULPTS/sculpts.html" unselectable="on"&gt;http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~sequin/SCULPTS/sculpts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Like these pieces because they are abstract. The ones that I like are by Robert Longhurst. Its like some sort of glass.. its umm.. an orangish color or redish color. It loops around in all sort of directions to make a shape. The one i Like is shaped kinda like a flower. it has 3 little petal thingies that stick out. and it looks like its standing with a little stem that sits on a stand. its very abstract and third dimensional if that makes sense to you. i like it.. and i dont care if anyone else does...  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-116163983477691592?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/116163983477691592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=116163983477691592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116163983477691592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116163983477691592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/10/art.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-116163880262690613</id><published>2006-10-23T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:26:42.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Future for the Day Before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true.. since it comes next in the time line.. i think it means that we should live our lives day by day. Don't look at the future as in 10-20 years from now. look at it as tomorrow. People worry too much on whats going to happen, they tend to look to much into consequences... not that its a bad thing.. but thats causes you to be BORING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-116163880262690613?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/116163880262690613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=116163880262690613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116163880262690613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116163880262690613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-future-for-day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-116121046990523122</id><published>2006-10-18T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:18:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick my nose in publice&lt;br /&gt;2. Go a day without showering or brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;3. Go under the speed limit.. well.. or the speed limit unless a cop in behind me..&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing to where somone could hear how awful i really sound :-)&lt;br /&gt;5. Try going on a diet&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat a Tomato&lt;br /&gt;7. Wear full underwear&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell someone my actual height&lt;br /&gt;9. Take steriods&lt;br /&gt;10. Smoke&lt;br /&gt;11. Go back to being blonde.. yes.. my natural hair color&lt;br /&gt;12. Eat Seafood.. Gross!!&lt;br /&gt;13. Cheat on the person I was dating&lt;br /&gt;14. Drink 151 again&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell my secrets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-116121046990523122?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/116121046990523122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=116121046990523122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116121046990523122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116121046990523122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-would-never.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-116040843194250426</id><published>2006-10-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:40:31.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fears That Keep You From Doing Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are factors in every day life that provide a basic foundation that we choose to use to guide us in our decisions, actions, and choices in life. These factors can include family values, governmental laws, consequences of actions, financial status, religion, race, and environment. Having the power of choice does not necessarily make one person’s decision, opinion, or action more right or wrong than another person’s. It merely determines the outcome. For example, when it comes to your morals and values with your family, there are people that fear the thought of degrading their reputation. Working hard for the respect and trust from others can keep you from the path that could lead you into trouble. When people begin to disrespect, and take actions that may embarrass or look bad upon the family, can cause problems at home or can take away from that family’s values and morals. When you fear for this to occur, you seem to work harder for that respect and support from others. When it comes to governmental laws and the fears of going against them or not obeying them, it can keep you from getting hurt or hurting someone else. When you are scared to go over the speed limit because there is that possibility of getting pulled over by a police officer, you could be doing someone else a favor. You might never know that there could be someone not paying attention or falling asleep at the wheel 2 cars ahead of you that could become dangerous on the road and could cause an accident. Even driving at a higher speed in your own vehicle makes it a lot harder to control and more susceptible to causing an accident. There are certain types of people that are afraid of the consequences of their own actions. I know I am one of these people. I’m always so scared of doing something that could cause harm to myself or another person. I’m also afraid of doing something wrong, that might possibly get me into trouble. When someone is hesitant on making certain decisions, it can cause that person to think about what they are about to do more clearly and look at it from different angles. Instead of jumping right into things, being hesitant or afraid of consequences allows you to possibly look at things at a different perspective and think about your actions more carefully before you make them. Financial status is a very popular topic for one’s own fears. Many work hard for good credit, a steady job, and a reliable partner when it comes to the financials. There is always that temptation on spending the money that you just worked hard to make, but people with the fears of losing money, or affecting their credit score in a negative manner are very good with handling money. They save, keep track, and budget their money wisely. I need to learn a thing or two from these types of people. Religion is a very difficult topic to discuss when it comes to fears because there are so many different facts and opinions of all sorts of religions. No one is right or wrong when it comes to one’s beliefs. But I can say that when someone is more into the religion that I take part in such as christianity, we are taught not to become sexually active until one is married. In other religions, you are taught to marry and reproduce at a young age or sometimes people who don’t follow a certain religion aren’t taught a certain way and can make bad judgements and wrong decisions. Parents who fear for their child’s future, are often strict and oblige by rules they have set like curfews after dark that can keep them out of trouble or dangerous situations with other people. When it comes to race, many people of all different backgrounds fear the thought of rejection or judgement. It is normally looked upon as a bad thing but when you fear of this sort of nature, it tends to keep you close to your friends and family of the same ethnicity. When you stay close to your family members, your heritage and traditions carry on from your grandparents onto you, and you will teach your children, who will one day teach theirs of traditions of the family. For example, certain racial backgrounds can relate to one another through their cooking like the Italians or South Americans. The last topic I would like to discuss is the environment. There are two big ones that I came to my head. The fear of change in an environment and the fear of staying in the same environment. When someone is use to where they grew up and have lived for so long, and change in their environment can be a very scary thing but not necessarily a bad thing. The change in one’s environment can make them work harder, learn new things, and meet new people. When someone is scared of staying in the same environment they grew up in and is immune to, this may be caused by an abusive family member, poor social or financial status, or even an unsafe neighborhood. But having this fear can cause that person to work harder to remove themselves and/or family members out of that situation. Even though almost all people look upon their fears as a bad thing, they can always be helpful. Don’t look at them as a dead end, try to embrace your fears and try to figure out the positives instead of the negatives. I’m afraid of several things, anywhere from heights to commitment. But when I joined the volleyball team, I had to become committed to my team and practice. By doing so, I have learned self-discipline, independence, as well as working well with other teammates. So next time you hear the word fear, don’t think of a different path to take, just think of it as an obstacle to overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-116040843194250426?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/116040843194250426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=116040843194250426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116040843194250426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/116040843194250426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/10/fears-that-keep-you-from-doing-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-115975821372708665</id><published>2006-10-01T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:03:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tHe CoLoR rEd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a lot of things that are red.... like...&lt;br /&gt;-an apple...a red one ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;-a stop sign, whether u see them or not&lt;br /&gt;-my tongue.. before i eat a sucker&lt;br /&gt;-blood... when it gets a shot of O2 (HA)!!&lt;br /&gt;-a lady bug.. with no spots&lt;br /&gt;-a tomatoe... thats ripe&lt;br /&gt;-a red pepper&lt;br /&gt;-my face when im ANGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;-my nose when im cold&lt;br /&gt;-my cheeks when i giggle&lt;br /&gt;-Santas suite&lt;br /&gt;-rudolphs nose&lt;br /&gt;-the devil&lt;br /&gt;-tomatoe soup&lt;br /&gt;-my underwear, yes they're clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with red... that is all... have a great day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-115975821372708665?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/115975821372708665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=115975821372708665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115975821372708665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115975821372708665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/10/color-red.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-115939578059623993</id><published>2006-09-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:23:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PeT pEeVeS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pet peeves. I can honestly admit that i have several, which many are very stupid. I hate when....&lt;br /&gt;-You bite your nails&lt;br /&gt;-You pick your nose in public&lt;br /&gt;-You drive and eat at the same time&lt;br /&gt;-You don't use your turning signals&lt;br /&gt;-You ride your break&lt;br /&gt;-You complain about you being fat&lt;br /&gt;-You complain that your boobs aren't big enough, or even too big&lt;br /&gt;-You snore in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;-You flip constantly through the TV channels to avoid commercials&lt;br /&gt;-You have to rewind the movie every 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;-You tell whats going to happen next in a movie&lt;br /&gt;-You lick your plate after your done eating&lt;br /&gt;-You smell your armpits when you think they smell&lt;br /&gt;-When you do smell, you change rather than shower&lt;br /&gt;-You suck up the snot in your nose, rather than get a tissue&lt;br /&gt;-You can't sit still&lt;br /&gt;-You put empty things back into the fridge&lt;br /&gt;-You drink out of the milk jug&lt;br /&gt;-You stick your hand down your pants whenever you feel the need&lt;br /&gt;-You yell at the TV&lt;br /&gt;-You always think your right&lt;br /&gt;-You clean out your ears with your finger&lt;br /&gt;-You walk around in your underwear&lt;br /&gt;-You never admit when your wrong&lt;br /&gt;-You lick your fingers when your done eating&lt;br /&gt;-You drive like your about 85yrs old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-115939578059623993?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/115939578059623993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=115939578059623993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115939578059623993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115939578059623993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/09/pet-peeves-i-hate-pet-peeves.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-115879192690187380</id><published>2006-09-20T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:38:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NiGhTmArE jOb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have had my fair share of jobs from working at subway to painting car. I would have to say my worst job ever was when I worked in Summit Mall being a sales representative for Nextel. Don't get me wrong, the job itself wasn't so bad but where I worked and who I worked for was another story. I worked in the mall where you see a lot of new faces but also a lot of the same faces everyday. I'm not including the other mall employees. There's that old man that walks to every store with a calculator, calculating exactly how many people were in each store that day and in the mall all together. There's that other old man that takes laps around the mall timing each turn, either yelling and cursing because some stupid teenager cut him off or some old "hag" was walking too damn slow. And there is also the lady that works right outfront the store in one of those little carts selling oils and candles who does not believe in shaving, or deoderant but by using "natural escents" such as nector.. not kiddin.. wish i was.. she also believes in magic and hates loud noises because she can't hear the spirits talk to her and tell her what to look out for in danger. but yet whenever i made her mad or when i ACCIDENTLY turned up the surround sound up too loud she would go out to car and get into her stash of liquor that she kept under her seat. As for in the store. I worked for the chinese mafia. My boss was in jail for 4 years for mone laundering and god knows what else. my manager went to jail for selling me a car that was stolen.. which i didnt pay for yet but got to keep the system inside :-) the cops would come to the store atleast twice a month when they knew i was at the store alone and ask me questions on what i knew eventhough i was getting paid to keep my mouth shut... it goes on and on.. but i quit when i found out i was being watched by 13 cameras in the store when all the little chinese men sat and home infront of the TV.. weird, huh??? tell me about it! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-115879192690187380?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/115879192690187380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=115879192690187380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115879192690187380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115879192690187380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/09/nightmare-job.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-115872611486549502</id><published>2006-09-19T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:21:54.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HaTe To AdMiT iT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but I think it's all my fault that my stupid, allow me to say that again... STUPID!!!! laptop in our class doesn't work for me EVER!!! Everytime I come to class, hoping that just one time the class will go smoothly in my favor but noooo my sweet 007 computer always has to sabotage my hopes. I dont think i ask for much and i really dont believe wanting to have my computer work atleast ONE DAY a week isnt considered a high exspectation. I've never had the green thumb considering everything i try to grow in my mother's garden always dies or gets eaten within a week, I certainly don't have the skill of keeping any of my pets alive since my fish that i JUST BOUGHT has already floated to the top and is on his way to fishy heaven.. and I Definately dont have the master touch with technology.. obviously by all the grunts,  sighing, and other infrustration noises i make during class trying to figure out my damn computer while everyone else is doing what they are suppose to be doing.. yes, class. I hate to admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-115872611486549502?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/115872611486549502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=115872611486549502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115872611486549502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115872611486549502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-to-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-115818613258360383</id><published>2006-09-13T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:20:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Fortune Cookie Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Avert misunderstandings by calm, poise and balance". What does this have to do with this semester of class? Well, let me just tell you... I have absolutely know idea what this means so I'm just going to pull this out of my ass... I'm guess it means try to think before you speak to prevent any misunderstandings... Be calm when you communicate.. use poise and confidence when you speak.. as also balance out the positives and negatives. Don't be fake and too nice, but don't be a dick and be too negative. So what does this have to do with this semester of class? Communication plays a big role. When you don't speak to anyone.. you have no friends and become what is known as a loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-115818613258360383?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/115818613258360383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=115818613258360383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115818613258360383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115818613258360383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-fortune-cookie-fortune-avert.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34240236.post-115818385290346805</id><published>2006-09-13T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:44:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know what I'm suppose to be writing about but colorless means there is no color. We are talking either black or white, right? So how in the hell are these ideas colorless and gree? So if these ideas ARE colorless and green, then whoever's ideas these are must be pointless and not to be taken seriously. For example, why should we have to pay $110 for a parking pass when we already pay waaaaaayyy to much for school already? Or how about when I... I mean... my friend orders a "Big Kid's" meal at McDonald's and she receives a little kids fry and drink. Don't big kids deserve big kid fries and big kid drinks too? What's the world coming! Can we say, cheap skates!! Colorless green ideas? Give me a break. No wonder why they sleep furiously in your mind. Because these things make me so mad.. I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34240236-115818385290346805?l=steponmee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/feeds/115818385290346805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34240236&amp;postID=115818385290346805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115818385290346805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34240236/posts/default/115818385290346805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steponmee.blogspot.com/2006/09/colorless-green-ideas-sleep-furiously_13.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanieyeatts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12518741440360902776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
