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term='snow'/><category term='od'/><category term='bitchin'/><title type='text'>Simply Renee &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'>The higher you fly, the farther you fall</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-49144023913787430</id><published>2011-09-14T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:01:42.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I guess the random Ramblings begin..</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this from Gate 1, American Airlines terminal. The first stop on this 24hr journey to Cyprus. I have so so many different feelings and emotions right now and it's insane. I'm just grateful I paid for my overweight bag, and that i'll board my flight and all will be well. I've got butterflies right now though.. it's like shit!!!!!!!!!!!!! you're going to another countryyyy!!!! faaaaaauuuuccck! lol.. but that's how I feel inside. I'm just trying to remain open minded and enjoy the experience.. Well, now i'm gonna go and uhhhh eat breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;-Lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-49144023913787430?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/49144023913787430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=49144023913787430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/49144023913787430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/49144023913787430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-i-guess-random-ramblings-begin.html' title='Well I guess the random Ramblings begin..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7060099711232466205</id><published>2011-06-05T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:01:54.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>It's so weird</title><content type='html'>It's been 5 days on this vegan diet and it has opened my eyes to sooo many things. I had no idea how much stuff comes from animals, and it's in a way disgusting how much us as humans depend on it. Although I know I'm only doing this for a month, I really think I'm gonna draw up a new eating plan for when this is over because it's insane how much I eat from animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been attempting to pre-pack all my stuff for Cyprus and man is it hard. I never realized how much stuff I still need, it's like starting Frosh year all over agin :/. Anywho I'm still excited about it and I want to do my homework now.. soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7060099711232466205?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7060099711232466205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7060099711232466205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7060099711232466205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7060099711232466205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-so-weird.html' title='It&apos;s so weird'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-522301924448365196</id><published>2011-05-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T07:52:53.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and all'/><title type='text'>That awkward moment..</title><content type='html'>When you realize you're in love! Last night was the first time in a while that I had mentally clicked with my boyfriend on like a completely deeper level. It's just so satisfying. It was kind of sad because he told me that he's going to be going to school in North Carolina in the fall, and I threw a complete fit, and I didn't realize how selfish I was being. I could totally be plagued with some boyfriend who doesn't go to school, and although he doesn't have a job, he always finds a way to treat me to nice things and I'm so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't until he was holding me, and I started thinking and crying (because i'm such a damn pessimist) about all the things that could go wrong, ie; him finding a better girlfriend, us growing apart, him cheating, etc. but to my surprise he had went through all the same thoughts when I told him I was studying abroad. I didn't think about the fact that I would be standing in an airport with tears coming down my eyes, saying 'see ya later' to my family, and my boyfriend. It was overwhelming because he started opening up saying how he's thought the worse, ie; what if I get drunk and hook up with some random Cypriot (which I assure you will never happen) and even breaking up with him just because I don't want to hold him down while I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;He pulled my head up and looked me directly in my eyes and wiped my tears from my face. It wasn't until then that I realized I am really in love with him. He assured me of regardless of ANYTHING that happens he isn't going anywhere, and it's just the assurance I needed. It made me feel good to know that someone loves me just as much, if not more, than I love them. It's beautiful, regardless of all the ups and downs that we've had, I'm reaallly thankful for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-522301924448365196?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/522301924448365196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=522301924448365196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/522301924448365196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/522301924448365196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/05/that-awkward-moment.html' title='That awkward moment..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4932929181467940054</id><published>2011-05-16T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:14:37.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Begins..</title><content type='html'>Since I wasn't surely satisfied with my French Grade this semester, I decided to take my last French requirement over the summer. I'm also taking a Geology class, and a Black World Studies course. So the journey to graduation begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exciting because in the Fall, in Nicosia, Cyprus I'll only be taking electives, an internship, and one class for my American Studies requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the Spring, back in Oxford, OH I'll be taking my capstone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh it's been a long journey, and I still have so much to see! I can't wait!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4932929181467940054?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4932929181467940054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4932929181467940054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4932929181467940054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4932929181467940054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8587366554273508069</id><published>2011-05-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:56:35.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Today's a Big Day..</title><content type='html'>I can't think of the last time I've gotten completely wasted for no reason. SO today is the day. I haven't taken the time to reward myself and I think today, I deserve to. I've got about 3 bottles of vodka in the freezer and I'm gettin' WASTED! I'm going to reward myself for making it this far in college, being an intern for CityBeat, Freelancing for them as well, not being a teen mom, being FINISHED WITH THE JOURNALISM MAJOR REQUIREMENTS (!!!!) &amp;nbsp;And damnit for just making it this far in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be rather rewarding, and I hope to document every. fuckin'. moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you tomorrow to write about my hangover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8587366554273508069?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8587366554273508069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8587366554273508069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8587366554273508069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8587366554273508069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/05/todays-big-day.html' title='Today&apos;s a Big Day..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3282103902801907679</id><published>2011-05-12T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:21:46.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I made it</title><content type='html'>Well, I got through Mother's Day, and my Mom's 52nd earthly birthday. Not saying I didn't bitch, or cry, or kick, or scream.. but I made it through. Up next is the 2 year mark of her death. It still seems like yesterday when she died. It's mortifying.. the dreams that I've been having, that is. It just makes me wonder, when and if I even want to be able to live without them. I couldn't imagine having amnesia, or dementia when I'm older and forgetting everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, final grades were posted today. :/ I passed all my classes, but i got friggin B's in classes where I KNOW I deserved an A. I just hate shitty professors who think they grading too fuckin hard to give people what they deserve, for instance, this BWS class. We come in the first week and this nigga ain't have no syllabus or nothing. We had no Midterm, and No final. We had no Quizzes, just watched movies n shit during class.. so why the fuck would you be giving me a B+? Bitch, just make it an A. Moving on, I passed frickin' French with a C-. Thank got damn God. I knew I was getting at least a F in that fuckin class.. lmao. But now I have one more French course left that I'll take this summer, and I'll be done with the 5 French courses I was forced to take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3282103902801907679?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3282103902801907679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3282103902801907679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3282103902801907679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3282103902801907679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-made-it.html' title='I made it'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6876857807132347315</id><published>2011-05-07T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T19:26:19.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grieving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>I've been a complete emotional wreck lately.. I mean my Mom's birthday is Monday (May 9) plus Mother's Day is Sunday. That in itself has made my nerves and feelings a wreck. My boyfriend and I have been arguing nonstop and I'm sure it's because all I want is a bit of attention during this time and I can't even get that cuz we always fighting which keeps us apart. Then on top of it all, I'm working on getting my stuff together to go Abroad. I moved into my aunt's basement and hell I already feel unwelcome. I had to stuff all my shit from my bedroom in my apartment into this equally sized bedroom, but of course my stuff doesn't fit because someone has huge contraptions of Barbies in there, so I had to get a storage for my things, adding yet ANOTHER bill i'll have to pay while i'm there. But I guess i'm making do with what I have and i'll be grateful for a place to stay but I just know I can't be here for long.&lt;br /&gt;It's day 3 of summer and I'm almost close to snapping. The constant asking of where I'm going, Hell i'm a got damn adult and I've been one since 2009 when they cranked my Mom's body underground. I just dunno what i'm expecting. I'm ready to get abroad, get back, be done with school and have a job with my own personal space so I can just relax and continue doing my own thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm glad. This is my first bitchin' post &amp;nbsp;and I'm sure more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6876857807132347315?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6876857807132347315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6876857807132347315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6876857807132347315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6876857807132347315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/05/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6446603736049692762</id><published>2011-05-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:25:24.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Well how weird is it that it's been almost a year since I've been on here.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just blame college and Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, things have changed, Officially a senior. Finished a bomb internship with CityBeat, and heading to Nicosia, Cyprus in September. I guess you can say life is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to come back to this blog and just turn it into my venting space. I often find myself holding in things that I want to say and it makes me such an angry person, so here is where i'll do my dirt.&lt;br /&gt;An apology free zone, so if you come on here and see i'm talking bout you suck it up, this is my territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can keep up with this thing.. I miss vent blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6446603736049692762?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6446603736049692762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6446603736049692762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6446603736049692762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6446603736049692762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-578505376266055009</id><published>2010-06-05T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:12:47.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 &amp; #39</title><content type='html'>#4 Go to the Gun Range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq8ehMd52I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Bl3LRnSNRGc/s1600/gun+range.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq8ehMd52I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Bl3LRnSNRGc/s320/gun+range.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq8bJyw7sI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hjAZkMHShJ8/s1600/nuts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq8bJyw7sI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hjAZkMHShJ8/s200/nuts.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never had so many emotions at one time since.. well my mom's funeral. But these emotions were different. I was happy, sad, scared, anxious, angry, infuriated; everything. I shot a 9mm &amp;amp; it had 10 bullets in the clip. A box of about 50 bullets &amp;amp; of all the shots i only missed one. A majority were head and body shots, which is GREAT for my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#39 Get a Puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq9O0bj8FI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LiJib0_1ffc/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-04+at+21.21+%234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq9O0bj8FI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LiJib0_1ffc/s200/Photo+on+2010-06-04+at+21.21+%234.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okayyyy! So meet my new puppy Spacely.&lt;br /&gt;She is a Cavalier Pomeranian mix. I absolutely adore her. I got her at a pet shop in Hamilton, OH. In this pic she's 7 weeks! &amp;amp; right now she currently weighs 2.1pounds. Full grown she will be 4. I'm happy just at the thought of that. She will be soooo precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq9uCO9E6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/y5LWU26WKqs/s1600/spacesnuggie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq9uCO9E6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/y5LWU26WKqs/s320/spacesnuggie.jpg" width="320" /&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/1198340301397935235-578505376266055009?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/578505376266055009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=578505376266055009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/578505376266055009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/578505376266055009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-39.html' title='#4 &amp; #39'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAq8ehMd52I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Bl3LRnSNRGc/s72-c/gun+range.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-2517534765994985697</id><published>2010-06-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:29:04.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#36</title><content type='html'>#36 Watch a Sunset!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAaGv4kfWvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sgC7fExc0zA/s1600/sunset_newport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAaGv4kfWvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sgC7fExc0zA/s400/sunset_newport.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-2517534765994985697?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/2517534765994985697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=2517534765994985697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2517534765994985697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2517534765994985697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/06/36.html' title='#36'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/TAaGv4kfWvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sgC7fExc0zA/s72-c/sunset_newport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4651335510630817927</id><published>2010-05-25T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:30:34.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated R</title><content type='html'>Sooo.. this new Rockstar 101 video by Rihanna is rather disturbing. I understand she's been through some shit, but she has made a 190% transformation from who she was when she made If it's loving that you want. Nonetheless, I still love her, her music, and her image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then: Loving That You Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDIO3Lw9byQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDIO3Lw9byQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Marker Felt'; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Now: Rockstar 101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMOIUUS8GWo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMOIUUS8GWo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4651335510630817927?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4651335510630817927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4651335510630817927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4651335510630817927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4651335510630817927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/05/rated-r.html' title='Rated R'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4914012052777319391</id><published>2010-05-24T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:32:22.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Sorry i've gone on a hiatus. I've been so busy twittering, looking for a job, tumblring and other shit! I'm glad to formally announce I am entering my 3rd year of college!!!! :) woot woot :]&lt;br /&gt;anywho.. I've done two things on my list.. well 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5- Road Trip it up with my besties&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking.. I have a shitload of BFFs but these 2 are my boo's fa real! &amp;amp; we went to Athens to see my other boos! it was sooo fun &amp;amp; distrubing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_teEOez0pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t5U6YS3TCRQ/s1600/roadtrip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_teEOez0pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t5U6YS3TCRQ/s320/roadtrip.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 "Learn to Identify Poison Ivy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I've joined botany I've learned how to identify poison ivy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_tfPdN9w9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-m-JOABwYwU/s1600/poison+ivy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_tfPdN9w9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-m-JOABwYwU/s320/poison+ivy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;#35- Day Drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course @OU I day drank! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_tfqFfR0xI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Egg3a3pUN1I/s1600/daydrink2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_tfqFfR0xI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Egg3a3pUN1I/s320/daydrink2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_tf0y7B3sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fPE7RIW7vFw/s1600/daydrink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_tf0y7B3sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fPE7RIW7vFw/s320/daydrink.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;amp; there goes my Boo Babies! &amp;lt;3 xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other updates that have no pictures, because I lost my mediacard..&lt;br /&gt;#17- Find a New Apartment&lt;br /&gt;#22- Get a 3.0 or higher for a semester&lt;br /&gt;#28- See Wiz Khalifa in concert, again. (In New York) thanks Jaymonnn!&lt;br /&gt;#29 See Kid Cudi&lt;br /&gt;#23- Eat Nothing But Fruit for a week- DONEZO! haahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4914012052777319391?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4914012052777319391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4914012052777319391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4914012052777319391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4914012052777319391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/05/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S_teEOez0pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t5U6YS3TCRQ/s72-c/roadtrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7856760867093907001</id><published>2010-05-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:13:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2010 List!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;1. Attend a Wiz Khalifa Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Get another B or higher final grade in French&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Get a 4.0 one semester of college&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;4. Go to the gun range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;5. Go on a road trip with my best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. save up 6k dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. go on a 4 months SHOPPING hiatus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Lose 15 pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Get an internship for a good newspaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. write a chapter full of mental notes to one day put into a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Go to a famous art museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Write a song with a chorus and hook and all (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Go 3 months without saying one curse word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Get my Study Abroad Experience set in stone and ready to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Get a tattoo in French&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Dye my hair a summery color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;17. Find a new apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Trick the apartment out with themed rooms &amp;amp; living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. make 10 new friends from different states outside of the midwest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Learn how to sew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Reunite with atleast 3 friends from middle school/ elementary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;22. Get a 3.0 or higher for a semester or cumulative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;23. &amp;nbsp;Eat nothing but fruit for a whole week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;24. Create a new blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Road trip to 2 states&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;26. Go to a Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Find a 4 leaf clover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;28. See Wiz in Concert, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;29. See Kid Cudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. get an internship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;31. Learn to Identify Poison Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Get a 4.0 in a summer session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Go fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Learn to write an effective feature article&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;35. Day Drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;36.Watch a Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Watch a Sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Sell something on Ebay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;39. Get a puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Read 3 leisure books this summer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. shed the dead "friends", again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Rent an ice cream truck and sell ice cream for a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Guage my ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;62. Get a sew in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7856760867093907001?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7856760867093907001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7856760867093907001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7856760867093907001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7856760867093907001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-list.html' title='The 2010 List!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3420943021972694550</id><published>2010-03-12T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:42:19.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Right Here..</title><content type='html'>Okay so my girl Reyna, and Briana are basically amazing for this video. They have a channel on Youtube called BeingBlasian TV &amp;amp; you should subscribe because they are so cute &amp;amp; creative.&lt;br /&gt;Reyna is obsessed with Trey Songz, and Briana is in love with [my man] Wiz Khalifa!&lt;br /&gt;This is the most creative and well put together video i've seen in a while &amp;amp; if you haven't seen it, it's time to get hip!&lt;br /&gt;follow them on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;twitter.com/reynaciara&lt;br /&gt;twitter.com/brianajanelle&lt;br /&gt;:) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Panty Droppa- &lt;/span&gt;Trey Songz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcYKVq_sdxA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcYKVq_sdxA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3420943021972694550?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3420943021972694550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3420943021972694550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3420943021972694550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3420943021972694550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-right-here.html' title='This Right Here..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4225210041436254347</id><published>2010-03-03T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:05:05.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list'/><title type='text'>#1 &amp; #10</title><content type='html'>Well after taking forever to get a camera chord, I finally uploaded my photos and I can report that, Thursday, Feb. 25, 2010.. I completed #1 on my list as well as #10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S44fmZJ1P8I/AAAAAAAAANw/olPoMT7jWw8/s1600-h/DSCN0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S44fmZJ1P8I/AAAAAAAAANw/olPoMT7jWw8/s320/DSCN0519.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Attend a Wiz Khalifa concert. After missing him at MU last year, I was destined to see my man in concert... &amp;amp; i did. It was epic. Of course I won't share the awesome pictures I got of him but I will share one. :)&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S44ldCQOUKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Qv7J244AB1A/s1600-h/DSCN0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S44ldCQOUKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Qv7J244AB1A/s320/DSCN0382.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S44lL9UhD8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TWN6A8mSg44/s1600-h/DSCN0391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S44lL9UhD8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TWN6A8mSg44/s200/DSCN0391.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#10 Attend a Miami Hockey game- well i wasn't sure what was going on the whole time, but it was an amazing time screaming Sieve! haha also, I took a pic with the President of the school! :) we also won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next post numbers 1-75 on my list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4225210041436254347?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4225210041436254347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4225210041436254347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4225210041436254347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4225210041436254347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title='#1 &amp; #10'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S44fmZJ1P8I/AAAAAAAAANw/olPoMT7jWw8/s72-c/DSCN0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5542918153195032282</id><published>2010-02-25T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:51:08.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prozac nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fx_YZclteg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fx_YZclteg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically describes life in itself for me. watch it. respect it. understand it. don't judge me for who i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-5542918153195032282?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5542918153195032282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5542918153195032282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5542918153195032282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5542918153195032282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/02/prozac-nation.html' title='Prozac nation'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-2139715243181399703</id><published>2010-02-25T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:43:37.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#62 &amp; #24</title><content type='html'>So on my 201 things to do in 2010 i have accomplished two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S4bDkEuZ-BI/AAAAAAAAANg/vDJGKoAAyGc/s1600-h/Photo+463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S4bDkEuZ-BI/AAAAAAAAANg/vDJGKoAAyGc/s320/Photo+463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#62 -- Get a sew-in. Thanks to Tiffany I got a super cute sew in!!! Thanks girl!&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;#24 -- Create a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;http://beautifulscanadal.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S4bEYglrWyI/AAAAAAAAANo/bEkr0CwkjAU/s1600-h/scandal.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S4bEYglrWyI/AAAAAAAAANo/bEkr0CwkjAU/s400/scandal.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S4bEYglrWyI/AAAAAAAAANo/bEkr0CwkjAU/s1600-h/scandal.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S4bEYglrWyI/AAAAAAAAANo/bEkr0CwkjAU/s1600-h/scandal.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yay for me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;okay bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo-- LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-2139715243181399703?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/2139715243181399703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=2139715243181399703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2139715243181399703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2139715243181399703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/02/62-24.html' title='#62 &amp; #24'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S4bDkEuZ-BI/AAAAAAAAANg/vDJGKoAAyGc/s72-c/Photo+463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5565395739974844085</id><published>2010-02-24T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:29:20.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Well, I've officially been sucked into a procrastination hole, and after this post, I will release myself from it. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about my latest obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Cameron BKA Wiz Khalifa.&lt;br /&gt;I love him. &amp;amp; here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk136/vcushho/Library/wiz-khalifa1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk136/vcushho/Library/wiz-khalifa1-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My heart just fluttered looking at this. Okaaaayyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on.. Weezy made a list of things he wanted to do in 2010.. sooo i'm gonna do the same, BUT i'm only gonna post the number and a picture of me accomplishing it. SO stay tuned for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now. Procrastination time is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thank you for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LeLo -- xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-5565395739974844085?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5565395739974844085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5565395739974844085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5565395739974844085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5565395739974844085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/02/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk136/vcushho/Library/th_wiz-khalifa1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5244673363498146366</id><published>2010-01-21T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:31:40.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bgc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oxford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie nunn'/><title type='text'>Being Bad..</title><content type='html'>One thing that I have become mildly obsessed with is the newest season of Bad Girls Club. For those of you who don't know it airs on Oxygen at 10pm on Tuesdays, and it's one of the best/ only shows I faithfully watch on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what it is that caused me to become so obsessed with this show but now i'm hooked. My friends &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I have decided that I am destined to be on that show, and that I have the qualities to be picked up! The funniest part is that we've created our own Bad Girls Club- Oxford Edition, and we really do fuck stuff up. It might be one of the most fun things that i've done with friends, and the spontaneousness as well as wild and crazy actions keep me Euphoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S1kampVDxXI/AAAAAAAAANY/MJXA4YjQTtg/s1600-h/natalie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S1kampVDxXI/AAAAAAAAANY/MJXA4YjQTtg/s320/natalie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people say I remind them of Natalie, and although she got "beat up" on the show, everyone agrees that I am untamable as she is. She's a go getter, a hustler, and wild and crazy. She controls everything around her and scarily, so do I. The sad part is that she's not as dumb as people make her out to be. She has a Bachelor's in Sociology so although she acts like a total nut on television, at least she has a degree.&lt;br /&gt;I know that if one day I do make it on the show.. i'm gonna FUCK SOME SHIT UP! hahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-5244673363498146366?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5244673363498146366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5244673363498146366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5244673363498146366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5244673363498146366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-bad.html' title='Being Bad..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/S1kampVDxXI/AAAAAAAAANY/MJXA4YjQTtg/s72-c/natalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4108779166108674874</id><published>2010-01-02T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:03:13.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Twenty ; Ten.</title><content type='html'>Well well well.. How about starting out 2010 with my main man Insomnia. As irritated as I should be, i'm not. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just sitting here trying to piece every moment of NYE together is keeping me quite entertained. Between kissing 2 white guys, one gay and one just creepy, and mixing Patron &amp;amp; Everclear shots, I was a complete mess. It was the usual Clifton shit show-- but I was grateful to spend it with some of the ones I love. As midnight crept up I was subtly reminded that I had a resolution to make and attend to so I think I finally have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010 I want to continue to build strong relationships with people as well as bettering my judgement of who is good for me and who is bad for me. I want to be able to positively shed those that are keeping me down, and not working with me for my better &amp;nbsp;good rather than against me. I know that haters are motivators but I don't want to have haters that are considered my friends. I also want to continue to vent in a positive manner as well as continue to eat healthy and take my medication. Along with these smaller resolutions I want to work on being more feminine/ girly as well as not giving off a "homegirl" vibe to every guy that I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to come back to these resolutions and track my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo- Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4108779166108674874?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4108779166108674874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4108779166108674874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4108779166108674874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4108779166108674874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='Twenty ; Ten.'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4677938660322601107</id><published>2009-12-24T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:34:54.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sweet living...</title><content type='html'>As I post this blog I'm sitting in a remote location in a empty Waffle House.now I can't begin to explain every emotion that I've felt today. Its so weird that Christmas is tomorrow, and if no one would of broadcasted in we never would of known. It's just been weird. In between the crying fits and the irritation and having to slave to buy gifts I've just all worn out. And then being here in Cincy and going to all the local spots that I usually go to without tyler, I'm not gonna attempt to lie is crazy. Eating this waffle house without him munching on my hash browns, or even when I went to o'charleys and ate dinner not seeing him be a fat ass and eating tons of bread lol. What can I say.. When good times and good they're great.. But I guess the many good times couldn't compete with the often bad times we had. The only thing you can do is think good thoughts and continue to pray for happiness and success for each and every person. Well I'm done for now I'll post again later on tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4677938660322601107?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4677938660322601107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4677938660322601107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4677938660322601107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4677938660322601107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-sweet-living.html' title='Oh sweet living...'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-247708935447039552</id><published>2009-12-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:58:46.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Culture</title><content type='html'>My break has come to a brilliant beginning. I have great new books that I will be reading as well as enjoying &amp;amp; tons of gifts to wrap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I went to see The Nutcracker put on by the Cincinnati Ballet Company, which was a gift to me from Deanna. It was BEYOND amazing. I enjoyed every bit of it; especially since the last time i went i was a youngin'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I went to see Avatar &amp;amp; Princess &amp;amp; the Frog. Both movies were quite enjoyable and I would recommend that if you haven't seen them you need to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-247708935447039552?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/247708935447039552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=247708935447039552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/247708935447039552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/247708935447039552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop-culture.html' title='Pop Culture'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8159503237402321387</id><published>2009-12-10T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:44:34.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>Study Break</title><content type='html'>Okay so as if you guys didn't already know, my life is plagued. Not only has this week been AWFUL, but it's been AWFUL. haha. SO this week, my aunt Mildred died.. which is really unfortunate because at my Uncle Micheal's body viewing she seemed jussst fine, and they said when she passed away she had stopped doing her laundry to take a nap; and she didn't wake up. But i guess since she went peacefully, that's all we can be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SyGVNhkvIAI/AAAAAAAAALo/_aHkVlnmUNA/s1600-h/Photo+336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SyGVNhkvIAI/AAAAAAAAALo/_aHkVlnmUNA/s320/Photo+336.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, my "strep throat" that McCollough-Hyde hospital diagnosed actually was Swine flu .. which i still have now. It was so weird how one night i was fine; and then i woke up with a 106 fever and could barely breathe. It was beyond scary but i'm glad i got up when I did cuz God knows what could have happened. Also while getting the 5 tubes of blood work done, they discovered that I'm Anemic. Wow, well if it isn't one thing then it's another. Now isn't that great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to better things, Exam week is QUICKLY approaching, and thanks to Shelton I have a sweet ass program that blocks facebook, twitter, and any other form of distraction that I can get into online for a set amount of time. It's crazy because there is no way to stop the timer ones its set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link; http://dev.eyebeam.org/projects/selfcontrol-app/wiki/SelfControl-app&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I promise you; so far i've been majorly productive! :) and with that said gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo- Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8159503237402321387?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8159503237402321387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8159503237402321387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8159503237402321387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8159503237402321387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/12/study-break.html' title='Study Break'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SyGVNhkvIAI/AAAAAAAAALo/_aHkVlnmUNA/s72-c/Photo+336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7250811824659653828</id><published>2009-12-06T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:39:42.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Well- tonight seems to be another typical night, no matter the day of the week. But for some reason this sunday is different than any other, because I finished all my work at 9pm. Strange to me; because I have this feeling that I'm missing something. But whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i'm laying here in bed, I scanned through my old iPod &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I found a few songs that hold a lot of value to my life. And as usual, i'm emotionally scanning through my current state of mind &amp;amp; life standing. As i'm looking backwards, I realize that this is the last week of the semester. I have officially completed 4 semesters in college &amp;amp; for some reason this is not believable to me. It's a love/hate bittersweet feeling. And looking back, I'm proud of where I am right now. I'm standing on my own, independent, in a positive mindset, and although I haven't participated in all the clubs I've wanted to; I have all next semester to jump in and join some. I'm pleased with where I am in regards to my friends as well. I came in thinking I would be fully isolated from everyone, and although I began that way, my friends stepped in and refused to let me dwell in my own self pity forever, and I love them for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the saddest part of this semester coming to a close is the fact that my bestie, Kordny, is heading back to Chitown. Unfortunately she's transferring, but whatever makes her happy; i'm down with. The worse part will just be those horrible drives/megabus rides to Chicago. hmmm. But i've never been so I guess it'll be sort of an, adventure. But i'm very thankful for meeting her, and like we said a few times this weekend, "Man you my nigga! We done argued, and irritated the shit out of each other, and we still besties &amp;amp; ride or die's" smh.. I'ma miss having dinner with her every night n going to the library &amp;amp; everything else we do together on campus. Forever my ball out til we fall out buddy, and FOREVER my Best Friend. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after i got that off my chest i'm feeling pretty sad. so i'm going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-xoxo Renee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7250811824659653828?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7250811824659653828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7250811824659653828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7250811824659653828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7250811824659653828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/12/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6365744523303759248</id><published>2009-12-02T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:06:00.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G4L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>RIhanna</title><content type='html'>As I am aware that it is 2:45AM I chose to drop a blog posting. I'm currently up listening to Rihanna, I don't have to go to class for the rest of the week, because I have strep throat, and I am contagious for 2 more days until my antibiotics kick in full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here I realized, Rihanna is a really talented artist and she has bomb ass stylist because she always looks great. I remember when I first heard her CD and I had a poster of her hanging on my wall from her CD cover. At the time she was known for wearing baggy jeans, dancing on the island, and singing dance songs. Now Rihanna has evolved into a mogul. She's a trendsetter and very risky in her attire and I like it. Listening to her CD i just wanna reveal a few tracks that are to die for. It also shows her evolution as an artist. Going from her first song, Pon de Replay.. to my favorite song on her new album, G4L, is a MAJOR TRANSITION. She's nw singing about revenge, love, and being bad; while pon de replay was simply telling the DJ she wanted to dance. I love this new Rihanna, because she's fetch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjXvQyR6Xw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjXvQyR6Xw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;xoxo-- Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6365744523303759248?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6365744523303759248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6365744523303759248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6365744523303759248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6365744523303759248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/12/rihanna.html' title='RIhanna'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6231591614449070754</id><published>2009-11-30T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:57:07.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Birthday Week</title><content type='html'>So it's monday, and I am beyond exhausted. It has been one of the longest celebrations of a birthday I dreaded to have. I can't believe I celebrated for two whole weeks, but it began with my surprise party here in Oxford, then Nicki Minaj the night before, then my actual birthday, then a crazy rage with Bekky, then another surprise dinner! it was sooo fun but what a long long celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you pics from the surprise dinner in Oxford, but Helen hasn't uploaded them to Facebook yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxQfC5EcxZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U58tvTGeQ_s/s1600/DSCN0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxQfC5EcxZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U58tvTGeQ_s/s320/DSCN0027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But Nicki Minaj was great. I got a autographed CD, along with some really sweeeet pics. I went with Chris &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we actually got to rap 'I get paid' on the Mic for Nicki Minaj! It was a greattttt time! For such a low price I was so close! and you can't really see but she's holding my hand in this pic! :]&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxQgeuFYfcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xjCrieLh6tI/s1600/DSCN0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxQgeuFYfcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xjCrieLh6tI/s320/DSCN0104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't raged so hard in a while, and raging with Bekky was amazing. It was in a sense very reminding of the "I love college" song. and we were all together 'breaking'. It seemed as if everyone was just ready to be on break, and not to mention it was a SERIOUS PHS reunion. making me miss all the little things about high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxQjREyFgfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lo0LiQfp0z8/s1600/DSCN0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxQjREyFgfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lo0LiQfp0z8/s320/DSCN0130.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deanna, Rachel, and Amber put me on a NIIIIICE &amp;nbsp;surprise party at the Macaroni Grill, and it was delicious. A lot of people they said they invited didn't show up, and amazingly enough I don't care, because half of them i don't consider them friends anyway. The pic is missing Amber, Malcolme, Epiphany, Alexis, Ariel n B. Mitch. I love you all with all my heart and thanks for a great bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo- Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6231591614449070754?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6231591614449070754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6231591614449070754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6231591614449070754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6231591614449070754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday Week'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxQfC5EcxZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U58tvTGeQ_s/s72-c/DSCN0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6331121051010917216</id><published>2009-11-27T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:03:23.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So I know I didn't blog on my birthday and i'm sorry, but I just woke up from the dreadful spell of Black Friday. I got some super nice stuff; a new camera, clothes, and someone a 1-4 seasons of Weeds. SMH. it was a good time. I plan on posting the photos later but for now leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was amazing, my sister took me to breakfast, and I woke up to a sweeeet ass gift! lol. Also, my friends FLOODED my facebook, phone, twitter, with TONS of birthday love. It was BEAUTIFUL. I love all of you from the bottom of my heart and I appreciated you all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo-Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6331121051010917216?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6331121051010917216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6331121051010917216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6331121051010917216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6331121051010917216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4478656394787582330</id><published>2009-11-24T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:55:17.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><title type='text'>1 day away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Swwd9carKQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Npyg_rqCcP0/s1600/Photo+402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Swwd9carKQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Npyg_rqCcP0/s400/Photo+402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I sit at work and dwell on the fact that tomorrow I will be 20, I keep coming to an extensive realization that it is inevitable. I can't fight time, and I realize that my dream of a sweet 16 (at the age of 20) is beyond nuts. I kept asking myself, what the hell is it about turning 16 that I want to re-live so bad? And it got me thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On my 16th birthday, my mom threw me a BEAUTIFUL party at a hotel that at the time was way too expensive for our means of living. It's something that to this day I can't grasp and understand because $250 for a two night stay plus a cake, and gifts, and everything else she paid, seems like an impossible feat that she made happen. It was one of my happiest moments in life I must say. All my friends were present, and I remember every single gift, detail, and aspect of the party. Algeria, Ashley, Alexis, Ashly White, Brittani.. man. it was so many of us crammed on the pull out bed telling stories and just giggling away. And Ashley Blackwell bought me a pink robe that I still to this day wear.. smh.. Randall bought me some cute Pajamas that I still have, and Algeria.. Algeria.. Algeria.. haha she had forgot her swimsuit, and she had a arguement on the phone with her aunt because she didn't bring the matching suit.. lol.. I'm still giggling at this now.. But this is definitely helping me cope.. I guess 16 was the one point in time where my life actually made sense which is probably why I want to go back there. I had a great boyfriend, a happy family, good friends, and no worries or no stresses besides the fact of whether or not I would pass my drivers license test. I mean, those were good days, that I cherish freedom, happiness, and just plain ol' living life.&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've realized why it is that I want to be 16 so bad, I guess it's time to pull myself together and accept the fact that i'm about to embark on a journey. I mean.. if you woulda asked me 2 years ago where I would be today, the answer u got and where I am now would not match up at all. 2 years ago I just KNEW i was gonna die. I was so intermixed in the want, and need to be dead,and away from all the stresses of the world, and for me to be standing here today.. preparing to embark on the day I turn 20 years old.. is amazing. Looking back I am beyond proud of myself. I'm in my second year of college with an acceptable GPA. I have a job, a car, and financial means to live off of. I just feel blessed. Although I'm lacking my main parental figure in my life, I'm coping positively, and moving forward and progressing in a good way. I'm proud of who I am today and I'm ready to celebrate another year living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4478656394787582330?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4478656394787582330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4478656394787582330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4478656394787582330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4478656394787582330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-day-away.html' title='1 day away'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Swwd9carKQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Npyg_rqCcP0/s72-c/Photo+402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4153505533794960408</id><published>2009-11-23T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:07:55.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cierra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='probate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='congrats'/><title type='text'>Go Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwsVsMpnu2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Lo1d1W0LxzA/s1600/homegirrrl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwsVsMpnu2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Lo1d1W0LxzA/s320/homegirrrl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this weekend, Saturday, November 21,2009 to be exact.. My bestie Cierra White had a pro show.. And she is now one of the newest members of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc. Zeta Mu Chapter, here at Miami University!!! We are soooooo proud of her!! Go head girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4153505533794960408?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4153505533794960408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4153505533794960408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4153505533794960408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4153505533794960408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-girl.html' title='Go Girl!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwsVsMpnu2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Lo1d1W0LxzA/s72-c/homegirrrl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8619966961666803529</id><published>2009-11-20T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:06:12.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rndom'/><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>So I guess I kicked off my Birthday Bash/ countdown last night. My magnificent crew who i blogged about 2 days ago surprised me with a party!! The way they got me was sooo original I had nooo idea at all. Kordny said we were going to a "How Well Do you know your ____ " contest and the whooole time was how she kept me going. They all had a small part in order to make it come together and the fact that they pulled it off under my nose was magnificent. I am truly blessed to have the great friends I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8619966961666803529?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8619966961666803529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8619966961666803529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8619966961666803529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8619966961666803529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7667930661038235966</id><published>2009-11-18T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:03:50.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jaymon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwSZXxyCMNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vLeCJtv1LmU/s1600/jaymonnn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwSZXxyCMNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vLeCJtv1LmU/s400/jaymonnn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today my best friend, Jaymon, turned 20!!! Its so weird because in 7 days I will be celebrating my 20th birthday also, which caused me to reflect. It seems as if although I am growing older, year wise, I still feel the same at heart. I don't feel like i'm 20, I still do my immature acts, and I still think like a teenager.. so it made me think, when will I feel like a real adult? And what classifies me as an "adult?" I already feel "grown" so to say because I live alone, I pay my own bills, and I go to school full time. I mean, I've carried this torch since June 7, 2009; when my mother passed away, and that is officially I was no longer a kid in my mind. I guess I won't know until the days go by and the years start to come. Who knows when I will feel like i'm grown, maybe it'll be when I buy my first legal drink? Or maybe it'll be when &amp;nbsp;I get my diploma, and I settle into a real job, in a different location? Who knows, I guess it's just food for thought, but until then i'm living the life of a hustler by night and a student by day. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; in the conclusion I'ma say happy birthday fool. I love you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7667930661038235966?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7667930661038235966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7667930661038235966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7667930661038235966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7667930661038235966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-jaymon.html' title='Happy Birthday Jaymon'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwSZXxyCMNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vLeCJtv1LmU/s72-c/jaymonnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5962913475029385301</id><published>2009-11-16T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:02:40.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meet the crew'/><title type='text'>Meet the Crew</title><content type='html'>So today's post is dedicated to my lovies! So in no particular order, I present to you; the livest, greatest, nicest friends ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Kordny bka the Armani Barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwCyRVfneiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mSSOZMFWSQ8/s1600-h/kordny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwCyRVfneiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mSSOZMFWSQ8/s200/kordny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Kordny last year when we realized we had the same class and were in the same scholar program. She's from Chicago, IL and is a 2nd year at Miami University. She grew into my right hand chick and if I ever need ANYTHING she has my back no matter WHAT happens. No matter how much we disagree, or our personalities conflict, she is my best friend. She one of the realest people you will encounter in life, and of course it's the Chi-City in her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Tyler bka T. Stallin' on em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwCz4fliFLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hYIjT0RrYVI/s1600-h/tyler2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwCz4fliFLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hYIjT0RrYVI/s320/tyler2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler is one of my closest best friends in the entire world. Although we see eye to eye often, but fight more often, he means the world to me. He's a 1st year at Ohio University. If you keep up with the blog, he's a primary topic and he's also 97% of the time, the one i go on these exhibitions and adventures on. He might be one of the greatest people God put on this earth and he does soooo much for me that I am beyond appreciative for. The definition of a true ride or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Aaron bka Weezy E. Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwC5I6MclKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-Wq18UuriXI/s1600/aaron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwC5I6MclKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-Wq18UuriXI/s320/aaron.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Weezy's an eligible bachelor from Cincinnati, OH. Lmao.. you better get him while he's single because this is a rare occasion with him! He's a 2nd year at Ohio University. I met Weezy back in high school, and he definitely knows how to hold a bitch down. He started off as my editor in Odin's Word and now the tables have turned, and now he's my bitch!He's definitely one of those people who once they walk into your life things are never the same! I love him with all my heart, and he know's if his career fails that there is a place for him in my basement with a nice futon and a refrigerator of beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwC7So6XEqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NlnFHsHnw3U/s1600/ariel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwC7So6XEqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NlnFHsHnw3U/s200/ariel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Ariel bka Spade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel is one of my fellow card suits! &amp;nbsp;Although I hate her 65% of the time because she forces me to be medicated, She's definitely a good friend. And even though she is hypocritically because she has two different fb profiles but she calls me crazy.. lol! She's always there when you need her, and she does what she can with what she has. Although she cut her pretty hair off and acts overly touchy on me in the gay clubs, she's a greeeat bestie. We go back to our matching KY swishy suits with our matching Jordans! When she used to go home with me everyday after school and her and dawn ate all the food in my mom's refrigerator. Me, Dawn, &amp;amp; Ariel definitely a handful together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwC-YVolDOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/peDXQAxxieA/s1600/Deanna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwC-YVolDOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/peDXQAxxieA/s320/Deanna.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Deanna bka Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where to start on baby Dee?! We met in high school on flag line! we all clicked when we became F-6 which dwindled to F-4 and some people were removed and replace but there still remains four. Me and her together might be the worse situation you can put yourself into, because we are both ignorant and know no censorship to our feelings and words. She's a 2nd year at University of Cincinnati. She's definitely a Plus!&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDGFRiVlQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OUAQqCmE624/s1600/joanna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDGFRiVlQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OUAQqCmE624/s320/joanna.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Joanna bka JoPo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna.. Words can't explain how much this chick means to me so hers will definitely be the shortest. I love this chick. She's a 2nd year at Kent State and probably one of the most persistent and engaged young women i know. She's all about her studies and she is gonna be an AMAZING fashion mogul and I can not WAIT to see her succeed beyond measurable means, because if she eatin'... ME AND CHELSEA EATING TOO!! HAHAHAH :) Joanna and I go back to when we argued about who loved Bow Wow more in 8th grade lmao. Soo precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDHQqqqG3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/2we4wptMT3A/s1600/chelsea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDHQqqqG3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/2we4wptMT3A/s320/chelsea.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Chelsea bka Chels Bels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea's the one on the far left in the black top. She's a 2nd year at The Ohio State University and as you can see her, Joanna and I make up a FABULOUS TRIO. She's also one I trust with my life. She's no judgmental and a great friend. She's always down for adventures, road trips and any other spontaneous action that Joanna and I can come up with. She also is there EVERY TIME Joanna and I have a horrible problem (which is everyday). She's unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet The Ride or Die: Miami University Chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDI2gNFRpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KPuh6qdc-qM/s1600/friends2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDI2gNFRpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KPuh6qdc-qM/s200/friends2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These girls right here are ALWAYS down for a good time. It seems like whenever a mass text is sent out amongst us, no matter where or what we are doing, some one is available to be in attendance, or to represent. Definitely the show stoppers when we all together, and we all about the school shit so you know we shuts it down grade wise. From Left to Right its: Shanon, Fiona, Teona, Shay, and Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bekky bka Bekky (LMFAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDJQiJIvMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/B47ySoMpQJ0/s1600/bekky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDJQiJIvMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/B47ySoMpQJ0/s320/bekky.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bekky is the little squirt in the yellow. She's a first year at Ohio University. She's full of life, open, liberal, and all about everything i'm about. If i wanted to text or call her right now and have a vulgar conversation about needing sex or how much school sucks, she would listen fully and agree with everything I say. Definitely in the top 10 Bitchy chicks!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Ashley bka D'Arcy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxS-iJoxpjI/AAAAAAAAALI/p0hB6Jtz1xE/s1600/DSCN0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxS-iJoxpjI/AAAAAAAAALI/p0hB6Jtz1xE/s320/DSCN0117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's a fellow Odin's Bandit. She's a first year at NYU living life better than all of us. She's an indie chick that likes baristas who are 3-4 years older than her, and she adores drinking midday beers. We in the Bandit's club live life by the motto "If you aren't wasted, your life is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Rachel bka The mothafuckin' Feminist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDMLDvXBAI/AAAAAAAAAII/1tgXHrcp_2k/s1600/Rachel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwDMLDvXBAI/AAAAAAAAAII/1tgXHrcp_2k/s200/Rachel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rachel Rachel Rachel.. smh. A ride or die 40 year old virgin.. lmao LITERALLY. She's one of the oddest people you will ever meet and it's sooo hard not to love her. She has an OCD which I probably manipulate, but she organizes my closet sooo well! She has a huge ass and doesn't use it for common good, and is the only person i know with HORRIBLE vision but still wants to work for the FBI. She is inconsistent with her wants, and she likes to save her money and blow it on shoes..HEELS to be exact. IRRESPONSIBLE lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Cierra bka Ci Ci! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Sydney bka Syd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwIDqqBdktI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nMyh77Ce73U/s1600/girlsss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwIDqqBdktI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nMyh77Ce73U/s200/girlsss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My girls my girls my girls! My back bones my girls my back bones. I cant even speak on this crew without tearing up because I love us just that much.. so i'ma leave it at dat. Syd is on the far left and Ci is on the far right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Michael bka Hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwHsTF_5tvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ri1YI-aqKOg/s1600/odulana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwHsTF_5tvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ri1YI-aqKOg/s320/odulana.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's not a lot to say about Michael besides the fact that he's dry as hell when you first meet him. He's a dollface, and a wonderful friend. He's always down to skip class or say fuck homework, and the best part: he's adorable. He cooks well, dresses well, and is ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS down if you say the word mall haha! He's a 1st year from Cincy, but ladies just know you aren't his cup of tea. (sorry he's married to me already lol) and he wouldn't have time for you anyways because he spends 65% of his time studying and the rest of the time at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet John bka J- Beezy bka India bka Adonis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwHwnUIjC8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/PWpGHjVxuXQ/s1600/john.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwHwnUIjC8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/PWpGHjVxuXQ/s200/john.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;John is one of the funniest, downest, livest, males u will ever interact with. When him, Eran, Chris, Michael and Tasty Tay are together you are sure fire in for a treat. He's a first year from Cincy too, but words can't even describe how real this dude is. He's gonna be an amazing teacher some day and i want you all to know that!! When he gets up in it, he looks like one of the baddest chicks in the building, and for sure niggas do recognize! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he also can clap his booty harder than anyone i know. In the photo john is in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &amp;nbsp;Dondre bka Drizzy Minaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzy is on the far left of the above picture. He's a 2nd year at Miami but he's really only here to be social lol (no shade). He's a creep.. like one of the creepiest people you would ever see me around and that's what makes him, himself. He's there for everyone genuinely, and although he may seem soft sometimes.. he knows how to wake it the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Chris bka Buffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxS9VG5nG_I/AAAAAAAAALA/MjgCvMk7cM8/s1600/DSCN0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SxS9VG5nG_I/AAAAAAAAALA/MjgCvMk7cM8/s200/DSCN0053.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Definitely one of my Harajuku Ken's. He loves to be shady and just as much shade as he dishes out he can take back and I love him for that. We both have an obsession with Nicki Minaj &amp;amp; we looove to talk shit about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH1aLrTiTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gpoDUFSdExU/s1600/asia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH1aLrTiTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gpoDUFSdExU/s320/asia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She's a 2nd year at Miami from the Dub C. I love this chick to death. Although we be so damn busy dat we rarely cross paths i fb stalk her &amp;amp; she does the same. She's sooo nice, has amazing words of encouragement, and she keeps a new nigga on her arm haha! She's one of my fav ladies everrrrr!&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;Meet Eran bka Eran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwHzflmxVDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Yk5Yh88u8f8/s1600/eran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwHzflmxVDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Yk5Yh88u8f8/s200/eran.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is no okay spot to start about Eran, because Eran is just Eran. He has the cutest guy friends ever and he keep a bad bitch by his side.. And we're Hyundai Buddies!!!! :) He's a 1st yr at Miami, and although he don't like the social life, he loves it here.. (which makes it 2 of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo so i know you guys are thinking damn bitch how small is your inner circle?! haha but believe me, a lot of ppl have been left out.. but the list shall continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Shelton bka Shelto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH32MV_gPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D4HTm5UK4io/s1600/shelto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH32MV_gPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D4HTm5UK4io/s320/shelto.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;A nerdy nigga from Cincy, 2nd year at Depaw. Only black nigga i know that plays college soccer ahhah! Only nigga i dated back in grade school that i'm still tight as fuck with. Only nigga that tried to keep up in the Lacoste Race with me! Only nigga that stilllll loves me no matter how hard I dog him. Definitely one of my truest niggas! me and this fool go back to RELIS when I wore braids and beads! smh.. but i cnt help but love his lame ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Meet Angelica bka Angel bka Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH8RE4P6EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zM85EQvJZHI/s1600/angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH8RE4P6EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zM85EQvJZHI/s320/angel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I met angel last year through Ariel and I quickly learned she was the most openly sexual lesbian I was ever gonna meet. That was like a no go for me but the more I hung with her the more I loved her. Unfortunately one thing that connects us is that we are living legacies of our mother's who both passed away from cancer. But angel and I along with Ariel have begun our own WD.. Women Distressed group that had a super positive outcome the initial time so we'll see where this goes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Wow So we've hit the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Meet Jaymon bka The Man of the Fuckin Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH-eNfhq1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/yRCnZqg52Cw/s1600/Jaymon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwH-eNfhq1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/yRCnZqg52Cw/s320/Jaymon.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMH- I could write a whole million word blog about this mans and it still wouldn't justify how fuckin amazing he is. I feel like every person should have one person that keeps them grounded beyond measures. No matter when I BBM him, or text him he is there for me. He's a GREAT friend and it's so weird how we became so tight. Of course we went to the same Middle School and High School, but the way we bond now is so damn unreal. Real recognizes real and this nigga ALWAYS looks familiar. HE's so down to earth, open about everything and gives the greatest no bullshit responses a person could look for. He never tells me what I want to hear, and when I start getting beside myself he snaps me back to reality QUICK. I love the fact that he's my friend because when ppl let me down, like they usually do, he reminds me that some people can't be trusted and he gives his opinions from looking from the outside in. Now although I don't agree with some of the shit he say, he definitely is reliable. And who else do you know can say they a nigga, from the hood, that goes to a damn Ivy League school?! smh. my nigga attends Columbia University in NYC and he's a 2nd year building hella clout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Whoo.. So this is the end of this editions of Meet the crew. SO I hope you all can clearly understand why when I say My crew is better than yours, I MEAN BUSINESS! I have the greatest backbones in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;peace and blessings xoxo- Renee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-5962913475029385301?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5962913475029385301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5962913475029385301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5962913475029385301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5962913475029385301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-crew.html' title='Meet the Crew'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SwCyRVfneiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mSSOZMFWSQ8/s72-c/kordny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3667865362777130340</id><published>2009-11-14T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:35:40.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russian ROulette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Russian Roulette</title><content type='html'>Rihanna's situation has finally twindled down until she came out and broke the silence with her interview. I actually understood a lot of things that she was saying in the interview but I now feel as if she will use her experience to reflect into her music. Below is the video of her new song Russian Roulette. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely adore this song, and the video is very different. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" height="412" id="flashObj" width="486"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/2648424001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=1079000770" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=49940756001&amp;amp;playerID=2648424001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/2648424001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=1079000770" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=49940756001&amp;amp;playerID=2648424001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xoxo] Peace and blessings - Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3667865362777130340?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3667865362777130340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3667865362777130340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3667865362777130340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3667865362777130340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/russian-roulette.html' title='Russian Roulette'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-707970974740480557</id><published>2009-11-13T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:29:42.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fame monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gage'/><title type='text'>Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>Lady Gaga is legit one of the greatest in her "genre" right now. It's really hard to label her as to what type of music she makes but I know it's GOOD MUSIC. I first fell in love with her as I was pre-gaming to her first single, Just Dance. The song basically is a party/dance song.. and it's usually what I pre-game to. below is the actual video. But this is when I first fell in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Vu5JsqU6b0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Vu5JsqU6b0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now little did I know, that the randomness of her videos/ epic short movies, was just the beginning. She soon evolved into more creepier scenes but she continued persistently to be chic in her attire as well as he music, IMO.. Pokerface was her next song, which is one of my all time favorites.. well actually they all are my favorite, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ5uCfwK6qw"&gt;Poker Face- Lady Gaga&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can't understand is how they can say she is a hermaphrodite?! She wears one pieces, and I have yet to seen a bulge in the crotch area, so if she was; that's one tight tuck! LoveGame is one of my favorites just because she says "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick" lmao! I know really .. freaky. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fDwRRZ7eUo"&gt;Disco Stick-Lady Gaga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beautiful Dirty Rich was one of the theme songs for Me, Joanna, &amp;amp; Chelsea for the summer, because we lived beyond our means and still managed to stay with cash and have great times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvhwIpspk-w"&gt;Beautiful Dirty Rich&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now a lot of people were bothered by her VMA performance, &amp;nbsp;but a lot didn't understand the concept because they don't listen, nor see her music videos on a regular basis. Gaga's attire was strictly Avant-Garde with some themed attire for the Movie "Where The Wild things Are"&lt;br /&gt;Here's the original Paparazzi video, followed by her MTV Performance.. and I just want to say this is one of my all time favorite songs.. never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQJ9Vi8GLok&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQJ9Vi8GLok&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RSxsrSQPM7Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RSxsrSQPM7Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANCE!!! She currently just released a new video off of her CD Fame Monster, which is set to be released at the end of this month. This one's called Bad Romance. This video is epic in all forms, including her ultra chic futuristic scenes and her amazing heels that she dances in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Marker Felt'; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;So hopefully after reading and watching all the videos you learned one thing: Lady Gaga is amazing and deserves your full attention and obsession!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Marker Felt', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Marker Felt', sans-serif;"&gt;[xoxo] Peace &amp;amp; Blessings! - Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-707970974740480557?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/707970974740480557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=707970974740480557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/707970974740480557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/707970974740480557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-1886285057829477676</id><published>2009-11-12T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:12:42.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuffing season'/><title type='text'>Cuffin Season?</title><content type='html'>Okay so I woke up extremely happy because I had a soothing, and relaxing night last night. I hung out with.. a guy after I left the Pink Panther Pageant. Shouts out to Codi Staples, who actually cleaned house! &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; waking up sooo happy after last night made me think about (but not sulk in) my past experiences.. so everyone knows the season has changed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it is now "cuffing season"... Now you guys who know me know that I am strongly against cuffing because normally I have a dude already before; but this year it's came out of 'nowhere'. haha well not really because i saw it coming;; just not this quickly but let's just think of it as a journey that I took.&lt;br /&gt;What started as a paired activity for class turned into a close friendship.. and now we're kinda sorta.. well whatever; yes we're dating now. Uhm let's see; i guess it's the typical female romance, but i mean it started with a movie night, and progressed from there. I haven't had a relationship like this in a while.. and i guess i can say that.. I kinda like it. And I can't lie and say i'm not all for a guy who likes themed nights ie; movie night, cuddle night, and we sometimes go out and party together, he buys me flowers, tells me funny stories, and although his jokes aren't as funny as mines, we actually click.. We've only had one major arguement, and that was over a movie.. lol smh. hahah. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; on top of that.. he's not a typical guy i would date, so change has been good, and i've had a lot of it lately. I don't wanna jynx anything but I definitely wanna say that I'm blessed to have met him; he's super nice &amp;amp;&amp;amp; even if it doesn't work out.. we'll forever be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO for all of you who are very anti-cuffing; i say you give it a whirl.. because you never know what could come from it. I surely hope what I have now will last.. &amp;amp; from the looks of it; it will. Don't discriminate against races, or genders because you never know.. If you're black, being with a white guy or girl might not be that bad after all ;) but you never know until you try. Also, be open minded to change, because being hung up over changing situations that don't fit your likings can result in unhappiness, and no one wants a mopey dopey! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -- Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-1886285057829477676?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/1886285057829477676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=1886285057829477676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1886285057829477676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1886285057829477676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuffin-season.html' title='Cuffin Season?'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-2245900026250247806</id><published>2009-11-11T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:40:19.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Am I Back?</title><content type='html'>Okay, SO a few days ago Kara said I always have a lot on my mind and that I should just continue my blogging adventure. So I guess I'll use this one to catch you up and tomorrow start fresh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. School is baaaack! of course, So classes are fun; the worst class on my schedule is Theatre because it's pure BORING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My hair is growing back! and I am not longer Natural.. which is bad and good at the same time. lol. I'm happy to have my straight hair but all my friends said it was straighter when i was natural; but now that I haven't had a relaxer &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it keeps growing I have knaps :( boop... BUTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I've been deemed a "fag hag". Although I don't agree with the term; i do agree with the lifestyle they are implying. My new first year pals are from cincy and the are also homosexual. I love them soo soo much because they are ALWAYS down to hang and fuck up lives with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 2 of my besties are pregnant. 1. Christina &amp;amp; 2. Anonymous. I'm really excited because one is having a girl, while the other is potentially having a boy!!! That means i have 2 god daughters and a god son! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Uhm; anyone who knows me.. knows Tyler and I are in a "fight" which doesn't even deserve the time of day to be blogged about, be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause there is a lot to be said between us that won't be said because of others' selfish feelings.. so lets just say we're not on the same page.. And the question I keep getting.. Will you ever be friends again, because this seems like a nasty fall out? Well your answer is.. only time will tell, but I will not be the pursuer because I'm tired of being the only one putting myself up and sacrificing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I got a lip ring!!! Below is a pic of me with it!! Hope you guys like it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SvutjAJerZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ay5oWTtmzfw/s320/gorgeous.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403102994807827858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; since it's 2am I guess I will wrap it up! Good night!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-2245900026250247806?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/2245900026250247806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=2245900026250247806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2245900026250247806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2245900026250247806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-i-back.html' title='Am I Back?'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SvutjAJerZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ay5oWTtmzfw/s72-c/gorgeous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8238203330849330694</id><published>2009-09-01T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:51:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey O'Day</title><content type='html'>I haven't been technically pleased, to say the least with Aubrey from MTV &amp;amp; P. Diddy's popular Making The Band show. She needs a publicist and some good old fashion public speaking training. It seems as if no matter what she is doing publicly she is making a fool of herself. Before I didn't agree with Diddy for letting her go, but now i completely understand. She is a complete IDIOT for the statement she made in the video below. These types of feeling should be left to oneself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vH7VJ3DLWxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vH7VJ3DLWxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1198340301397935235-8238203330849330694?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8238203330849330694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8238203330849330694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8238203330849330694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8238203330849330694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/09/aubrey-oday.html' title='Aubrey O&apos;Day'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-2921610457531337016</id><published>2009-08-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:28:21.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bow wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Cash Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SojqFR133uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xGYY3zNWHtA/s1600-h/cash+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SojqFR133uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xGYY3zNWHtA/s200/cash+money.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370799932048924386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to Bow Wow's Twitter updates and USTREAM feed; he is now signed to Cash Money Records. This is NOT Young Money but they are all Label Mates. This is a big move for Bow Wow, but it wasn't until I was following him on Twitter for me to realize how damn LAME he is. ugh. Congratulations. I hope he steps up his lyrics and comes hard, i can see a few good collabs though. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo- Alicia Renee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-2921610457531337016?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/2921610457531337016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=2921610457531337016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2921610457531337016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2921610457531337016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/08/cash-money.html' title='Cash Money'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SojqFR133uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xGYY3zNWHtA/s72-c/cash+money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7852356854058727016</id><published>2009-08-14T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:43:58.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiffany&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Well, I look forward to another late night. I'm up right now listening to Insomnia by Craig David. I just wish this song wasn't about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. lol! 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HBD babygirl! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;So what's the T?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Well let us see; I am set to move in at 9am on August 18th. Yay 3 more days! I am soo ready to get back and raage! ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I got a gorgeous Tiffany Bracelet for myself and my 3 best friends. They are BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SoZJr-geGOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7C9is9_3TNU/s200/tiffany.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370060625548286178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;AUTIFUL. They have the traditional one's that everyone wears, and i have this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;with my initials hand carved on the back of it =) Best gifts ever fershurr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Uhm That's all the news i have for you tonight. My current listen is to Jordin Spark's new CD titled Battlefield. Go cop it; it's beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Peace Loviess! Read a book, do a good deed, and live your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;xoxo -- Alicia Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;http://twitter.com/bitchyrenee [FOLLOW ME]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1198340301397935235-7852356854058727016?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7852356854058727016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7852356854058727016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7852356854058727016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7852356854058727016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/08/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SoZH7KkpRSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cxEXs4dhdQQ/s72-c/deanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7918228891809676002</id><published>2009-08-14T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:33:12.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>My return</title><content type='html'>Well if you are reading this, it means you are interested in my blog; or you are bored enough to read it. LOL. Regardless of your intentions here, I am back.&lt;div&gt;I had a minor hiccup in my posts since my mom passed; and my mind has been dazed, typical. But i am back and am ready to move forward and apply what my mother taught me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, my blog got a make over. A new title, new links, new background, new pictures, etc. I'm gonna try to blog regularly once school starts up again, but for now here is an update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer was a rocky one. You guys already know my mom passed; and on top of that i took 13 credit hours for summer. Yes i know a slow suicide, but i got a great  GPA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my hair cut into a mohawk, then it grew and i didn't have money to get it re done, so i went to a barber shop and got my sides shaved off; so now i have my hair like this. and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've developed a resistance which is why it is 5:27 am &amp;amp; I'm writing this, and I haven't been to sleep yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news; I move into my apartment at Miami on the 18th! yayy and the weird part is my apt number in 911. oh lord please don't be a sign of something bahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my estranged best friend Ariel cut all her hair off like a boy. My sister Alex moved back to Atlanta and my nephew goes to school there. My sister Amber gets married in less than 4 months!! Soo amp'ed! Uhm let's see what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post once I've moved in pics of my Apt, as well as my fall schedule! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time read a book or something. Stay out of trouble, and catch me in the streets dolls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo-- Alicia Renee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://twitter.com/QueenLeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7918228891809676002?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7918228891809676002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7918228891809676002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7918228891809676002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7918228891809676002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-return.html' title='My return'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4688016222815353445</id><published>2009-07-25T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:32:36.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ma beat yo ass!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha thisss shitt is lameee but hilarious!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma beat yo ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ITuvKIGrYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ITuvKIGrYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4688016222815353445?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4688016222815353445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4688016222815353445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4688016222815353445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4688016222815353445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/ima-beat-yo-ass.html' title='I&apos;ma beat yo ass!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7434859594567735723</id><published>2009-07-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:25:22.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity High schoolers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SmVQi7yqQMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OKf_qqp3KIk/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SmVQi7yqQMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OKf_qqp3KIk/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360779492550394050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww man! Shouts out to The Young, Black and Fabulous website for putting this up. Man these pics madddd funny.  from top to bottom, left to right. Lil' Jon, Kanye, Snoop, 50 Cent, Diddy, Paul Wall, Jada Pinkett Smith, Tupac, Eminem and some 80's rapper. Anywho this shit madd funny yo, and Lil' Jon looks like a fuckin muppet. smh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7434859594567735723?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7434859594567735723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7434859594567735723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7434859594567735723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7434859594567735723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrity-high-schoolers.html' title='Celebrity High schoolers'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SmVQi7yqQMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OKf_qqp3KIk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-279524042611861560</id><published>2009-07-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:26:57.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VeriChip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I hear about things like this it scares the wits out of me. What would the future really look like?! How controlling is our government to the point where everything must be tracked. I don't know if I would be able to handle my life being controlled by a chip that could tell potentially everything about me. That is just too scary. But it could be a hype.. but the hype should be televised, people should be warned, what if this becomes mandatory and every person in America is forced into these things. What is becoming of the world with technology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HW_PImimbxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HW_PImimbxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 29px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWulZOKANB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWulZOKANB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6674268730441867401?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6674268730441867401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6674268730441867401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6674268730441867401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6674268730441867401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-joys.html' title='random Joys'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-1292863497636192054</id><published>2009-07-12T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:55:53.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIcki</title><content type='html'>This bitch sound deaddd on Nicki Minaj! hahah hell na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhgolvhU4eN4o9J59x"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhgolvhU4eN4o9J59x" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-1292863497636192054?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/1292863497636192054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=1292863497636192054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1292863497636192054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1292863497636192054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/nikki.html' title='NIcki'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3050169846685424403</id><published>2009-07-11T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:39:56.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can this man get a life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8haxiMybLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8haxiMybLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3050169846685424403?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3050169846685424403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3050169846685424403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3050169846685424403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3050169846685424403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-this-man-get-life.html' title='Can this man get a life?'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4398241590569377397</id><published>2009-07-11T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:11:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearted Girl</title><content type='html'>Beyonce is hands down, the coldest (pause) out right now. But i love her dead ass. Her songs are like a full soundtrack of the shittiest days of my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0csLlzdhAPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0csLlzdhAPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4398241590569377397?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4398241590569377397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4398241590569377397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4398241590569377397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4398241590569377397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-hearted-girl.html' title='Broken Hearted Girl'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-1200671390130019744</id><published>2009-07-10T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:26:45.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Something that keeps me going..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Footprints Poem - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;One night I had a dream...&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord, and&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from my life.&lt;br /&gt;For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand;&lt;br /&gt;One belonged to me, and the other to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of my life flashed before us,&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that many times along the path of my life,&lt;br /&gt;There was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered me, and I questioned the Lord about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,&lt;br /&gt;You would walk with me all the way;&lt;br /&gt;But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life,&lt;br /&gt;There is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why in times when I&lt;br /&gt;needed you the most, you would leave me.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, "My precious&lt;br /&gt;child. I love you, and I would&lt;br /&gt;never leave you during your times of&lt;br /&gt;trial and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;When you saw only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I carried you."&lt;/span&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/1198340301397935235-1200671390130019744?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/1200671390130019744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=1200671390130019744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1200671390130019744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1200671390130019744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-that-keeps-me-going.html' title='Something that keeps me going..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6439435504136192561</id><published>2009-07-10T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:19:05.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicity Stunts?</title><content type='html'>Well Damn,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Game shot some serious shit towards Jay-Z and he included Beyonce.. Smh. In Madrid this week, he performed, and even had the crowd in on it.. Where da fuck does this nigga think he has championship rings to do shit like this? Like what the fuck.. Did his CD even sell major? RME. "Fuck Jay-Z"- The Game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4i-lLzu2g4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4i-lLzu2g4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6439435504136192561?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6439435504136192561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6439435504136192561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6439435504136192561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6439435504136192561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/publicity-stunts.html' title='Publicity Stunts?'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8641056110138817626</id><published>2009-07-09T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:58:36.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><title type='text'>Drake on Best I ever Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, Kanye fucked my mans over on his Best I Ever Had video, but Drake comes out and explains the concept behind the video as well as well as talks about his injury. Here are some highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Complex: Everyone’s been waiting on this video. Can you take us through the making of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Drake: Yeah. The video is directed by Kanye West. Basically we decided, as opposed to taking ourselves super serious, we just wanted to have some fun with it. Myself, being a young man, a young single man at that, I kind of wanted to be real about the way I function with women at this current point in my life. Which is, I don’t have one woman that I call my girl. There’s different girls in my life that play different roles and I see at different times, but collectively they kind of make up the roster of happiness for me [Laughs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Complex: Understandable. So what’s the concept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Drake: The concept of the video is, I’m a coach at a high school and the girls of my life are all on my high school basketball team. Throughout the video you see us prepping for this big championship game, and my team ends up losing. You see the looks on their faces at the end of the video, but the moral of the story, I guess, is win or lose, you can still be the best to somebody. When women see the video and see all the breast and ass, hopefully they don’t take offense. Hopefully they see the real meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);   line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Complex: Kanye is known as kind of a control freak. How was it working with him on set with him directing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p color="transparent" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong color="transparent" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Drake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Me and Kanye have a great eye to eye. I can’t speak for anybody else, but I would give Kanye the utmost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="iAs" classname="iAs" href="http://www.complex.com/blogs/2009/07/02/wake-n-watch-drake-best-i-ever-had-exclusive-interview/#" target="_blank" itxtdid="9033759" style="font-weight: normal !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 100, 0) !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; for actually being one of the most understanding creative people that I have worked with. I think me and Kanye have mutual respect for each another and I listen to what he has to say regardless, ’cause I trust him. I don’t really fight his suggestions [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.] But he was great. It was a long day and I just thank him for dedicating the time he dedicated. He was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Complex: Speaking of basketball, you tore your ACL playing basketball, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Drake: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes sir. It was intense casual, I guess [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;]. It was just a regular pick up game and I just took the wrong step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: initial; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- display: block; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read the full interview &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.complex.com/blogs/2009/07/02/wake-n-watch-drake-best-i-ever-had-exclusive-interview/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: initial; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- display: block; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: initial; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- display: block; color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; 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font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found GREAT comfort in this article written by T.D Jakes. It was also amongst one of the articles my mom read just a day before she passed away. If you are faced with many trouble is your life, it is best to let it go and let God work it out. I have been faced with a few problems in my life lately, on top of my mother's passing, and just letting it go, has given me the MOST CONTENT feeling that I've felt in life ever. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let It Go"&lt;/div&gt;By T. D. Jakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who can walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk&lt;br /&gt;Away from you: let them walk.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you,&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you,&lt;br /&gt;Staying attached to you.&lt;br /&gt;I mean hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;When people can walk away from you let them walk.&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible said that, they came out from us that it might&lt;br /&gt;Be made manifest that they were not for us.&lt;br /&gt;For had they been of us, no doubt they&lt;br /&gt;Would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]&lt;br /&gt;People leave you because they are not joined to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.&lt;br /&gt;Let them go.&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means&lt;br /&gt;That their part in the story is over. And you've got&lt;br /&gt;To know when people's part in your story is over so that you&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep trying to raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm hateful,&lt;br /&gt;it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God&lt;br /&gt;Means for me to have He'll give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop begging people to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Let them go!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And was never intended for your life, then you need to......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If someone can't treat you right, love you back,&lt;br /&gt;And see your worth.....&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If someone has angered you,&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets&lt;br /&gt;Your needs or talents&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad attitude.......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take&lt;br /&gt;You to a new level in Him........&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship.......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying to help someone who won't even&lt;br /&gt;Try to help themselves......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling depressed and stressed .........&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;If there is a particular situation that you are so used to&lt;br /&gt;Handling yourself and God is saying&lt;br /&gt;"take your hands off of it," then you need to......&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let the past be the past. Forget the former things.&lt;br /&gt;GOD is doing a new thing for this New Year!&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get Right or Get Left .. Think about it, and then,&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;"The Battle is the Lord's!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7562036124027806944?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7562036124027806944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7562036124027806944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7562036124027806944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7562036124027806944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8318945501803671316</id><published>2009-07-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:43:31.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain relievers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poetry at it's best</title><content type='html'>I've been into poetry a lot lately; and I've continuously stumbled across this girl &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTnxJdxhU7o"&gt;Zora Howard&lt;/a&gt;. She speaks the realest words that I've ever heard, and the combinations and rhymes that come off of her tongue are intricately woven into something amazing. I love her work and ya'll should definitely hear it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And damnit if I'm not hearing this chick's videos everyday, I'ma DIE. I love this girl, she's a BEAST. Shannon Matesky. smh. One of the GREATEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cO_37ZFKUmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cO_37ZFKUmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one is Black Ice. He's an incredibly intelligent man, who speaks nothing but the truth. He's OD talented. Here's some of his videos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrNl6JCbOEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrNl6JCbOEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdGP9S9f4go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdGP9S9f4go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SY7pM8k8moY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SY7pM8k8moY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8318945501803671316?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8318945501803671316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8318945501803671316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8318945501803671316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8318945501803671316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetry-at-its-best.html' title='Poetry at it&apos;s best'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-16214251767517120</id><published>2009-06-30T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:21:10.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relocation.</title><content type='html'>I'm probably moving to Atlanta. More details to be posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-16214251767517120?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/16214251767517120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=16214251767517120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/16214251767517120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/16214251767517120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/relocation.html' title='Relocation.'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-233325233894551486</id><published>2009-06-30T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:15:01.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down &amp; Out</title><content type='html'>Calm is the storm, as a result of the hurricane;&lt;div&gt;As I close my eyes gently, I hear you scream my name;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come back to me, Don't Leave me" you scream;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I open my eyes I realize it's only a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graphic images of you, in your tan colored suit, with you beautiful head band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you lay there.. dead. No speech, no movement, no guidance or moaning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all your pain is gone, for your legacy we live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Never understand while the things in life occur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; all we understand is simply a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monetary support, as well as the love and tender care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are all simple memories that are there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's nose I can rub, and cry when things go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me want to become famous, and write and produce a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your death was sudden an tragic, as we didn't see it coming so soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I wish is that you watch over me, and protect me as you normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN YOUR RESTING I HOPE, THAT IT ALL BE FILLED WITH PEACE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN MOMMY, YOU BLESS ME IN MY DREAMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP MOMMY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-233325233894551486?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/233325233894551486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=233325233894551486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/233325233894551486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/233325233894551486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-out.html' title='Down &amp; Out'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8734623375625445810</id><published>2009-06-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:36:51.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no weapon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving forward'/><title type='text'>Moving in the direction of Life's Tug</title><content type='html'>I went to church Sunday. yes, church, and it was fairly interesting. The pastor ministered a sermon about a lot of things that I feel like is very influential to my life, one being my relationships with others. Along with this he preached on how, although it may hurt, letting people go, are what is needed in order to better oneself. And although it may seem wrong at the time, it will become a blessing to me in the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been having ongoing issues with people in my life. Although it may not be by them, there's someone that always tries to come in between us. For example, I had a crush on this guy, and we were super close to dating, when he informed me that he wasn't allowed to talk to me because his mother didn't like me because I didn't speak to her in the grocery store. Now I know you all are thinking, yes, this is pretty petty, but YES this is what he said, and NO i have never been formally introduced to her, so NO i didn't know what she looked like to even speak in the grocery store. I've been baffled by the way she goes out of her way to make him get off the phone when we're talking, or has a problem with him having photo's of me, so as my family has told me, i've had to let it go. The worse part of letting it go, is that it didn't terminate the issue, and so it continues. This is only one example of the relationship problems I have been having, &amp;amp; this doesn't even begin to touch on the problems Troy and I face, but that's a different blog, for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with that being said something has opened a different door to a thought process I've never pursued before. In less than a month I will permanently be moving out on my own, in the real world, without a mother to fall back on when I fail. This is ABSOLUTELY terrifying to me, and although there are resources available for me, I still always have the fear of failure. The sermon I heard at church addressed exactly this, that the fear I feel is absolutely normal, but with my faith strong I could be able to move forward in life. But what I question along my new chapter, is my ability to leave things and people behind. There are people who of course I will never leave behind, and people that I will leave behind. I've been having people truly show who they are, and what they mean to me, and they could potentially be cut, but I know with the fundamentals my mom instilled in me I'm sure I can make it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8734623375625445810?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8734623375625445810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8734623375625445810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8734623375625445810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8734623375625445810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-in-direction-of-lifes-tug.html' title='Moving in the direction of Life&apos;s Tug'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8990339170042762314</id><published>2009-06-29T16:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:00:56.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PC - - Pure coonery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpEdJ_tlX2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpEdJ_tlX2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;This sets the black race back OVER 1000 years. THIS IS NUTS, AND PUR COONERY.&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/1198340301397935235-8990339170042762314?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8990339170042762314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8990339170042762314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8990339170042762314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8990339170042762314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/pc-pure-coonery.html' title='PC - - Pure coonery'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6522918723982650906</id><published>2009-06-23T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:45:13.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtapes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atlanta'/><title type='text'>Newwww Music</title><content type='html'>In atlanta I always creep up on some good tunes.. and I want to share some.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px;"&gt;What's up- Rich Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq4rG2uvyac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq4rG2uvyac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My partna' dem- Rich Kids feat Young Dro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWrVAxxDE5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWrVAxxDE5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1198340301397935235-6522918723982650906?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6522918723982650906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6522918723982650906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6522918723982650906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6522918723982650906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/newwww-music.html' title='Newwww Music'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-2230677717392038772</id><published>2009-06-21T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:36:14.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuristic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pause'/><title type='text'>She massaged it so well I thought I was dying..Pause..</title><content type='html'>First and Foremost follow me on Twitter, http://twitter.com/QueenLelo &lt;div&gt;Follow Shelton : http://twitter.com/thabriefing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow Tyler: http://twitter.com/tyTerrell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow Jaymon: http://twitter.com/TAK3OV3R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, This whole (pause) movement I suppose is taking over the whole [no homo] thing? But shyd, I'm starting to think it's the (pause)est thing i've ever heard of. I've seen niggas that were lame in high school, write people that are way more popular than they could ever dream to be, saying intentionally gay shit, just to say pause. Like are you fucking serious? (pause) is by far as gay as it's meaning as well as the dumb ass GNR- "Got a nigga rolling" movement, which will be used by black people instead of lol. But come on people before you know it we gonna be having Al Sharpton on TV talkin about how racist that is after a white kid asks what it means, or says it without knowing the damn meaning behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever that's my vent for the day. treasure your family people you never know when it will be broken, RIP Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for my song of the Week; the shit madd old but it's my shit fa real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So Futuristic by Young Dro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0x-B08seUYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0x-B08seUYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-2230677717392038772?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/2230677717392038772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=2230677717392038772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2230677717392038772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2230677717392038772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-massaged-it-so-well-i-thought-i-was.html' title='She massaged it so well I thought I was dying..Pause..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-2563515653346123902</id><published>2009-06-13T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:42:49.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest in peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no goodbyes'/><title type='text'>Reflections.</title><content type='html'>Feelings and words can not be fabricated for all the emotions and feelings I have inside. I feel cold, lonely, lost and confused. I know that all things happen for a reason, and I knew with the pain she was going through that she wouldn't be here forever, but I never expected for her to leave me so soon. I miss her everyday more, and more. And when all the people are gone, and the condolences are sent, at the end of the day, we're all alone, and we're all we have. It's painful and scary, because I'm 19 in a cold, full world with no place to go. I can do nothing but try my best and pray that when I fall I can pull it together and pick myself back up. My mom is gone physically, but spiritually and mentally I can feel her here with me pumping through my bones. I need her more everyday, and although she won't be here to fall back on, I'm glad she was content to the fact that she felt I as well as my brother and sisters were strong enough to let her go. Heaven gained one of the Earth's strongest Angels, and I know with the amount of "gangsta" my mom had battling 2 terminal diseases for 15 years, that's POWER. and that is too much power for this earth to hold. I'm very very very grateful to be given the life that she gave me, and I pray that I do nothing but make her proud of me. I miss you mom, but I know you are forever in my heart. So when I walk across that stage, and travel the world, and get married and have children, and get that Ph. D, and start my own business, and move across the seas, I know you will ALWAYS be there with me. And just think, when physically you wouldn't be able to come with me because of financials, now you can, EVERY STEP OF THE WAY! I'll see you one day, because before I can see Him, I will get to see you. Tell Grandma, and Uncle Jeffery, and Aunt Kim, that I love them. Rest in Peace mom. We will DEFINITELY make you proud!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CELINE DION-Because you loved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_r8pDziQKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_r8pDziQKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-2563515653346123902?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/2563515653346123902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=2563515653346123902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2563515653346123902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/2563515653346123902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections.'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7597159194238827705</id><published>2009-06-07T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:11:29.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Siyq8Bj1rmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5bejwDibXpg/s1600-h/GOD+PARENTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Siyq8Bj1rmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5bejwDibXpg/s200/GOD+PARENTS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344834805969563234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, June 7, 2009 around 12 my mother passed away. The woman that gave me and my 3 siblings life. It was not expected at all. She had colon cancer and sarcoidosis which are both terminal illnesses.. but it wasn't t&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SiyrFLITGAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3_90pcquRy4/s200/redrobn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344834963157227522" /&gt;erminal to her. she survived 16 years with both disease and she fought strong through the whole process. She will NEVER be forgotten, and my life will NEVER be the same without her. She was 50 years and 28 days young. Rest in Peace Mom.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SiyrQ67j8iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HMfTTLS9_Zg/s200/me+n+mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344835164967268898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo-- LeLo&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/1198340301397935235-7597159194238827705?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7597159194238827705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7597159194238827705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7597159194238827705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7597159194238827705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mommy.html' title='RIP Mommy'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Siyq8Bj1rmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5bejwDibXpg/s72-c/GOD+PARENTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3452367367131069895</id><published>2009-05-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:20:42.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of friends, i must admit I enjoy their company.. but it seems to be as if it is at my inconvenience and their convenience when they want to hang out. I invite them places but their 'busy' which is absolutely fine with me, but it's starting to irritate me when their free time is supposed to be a convenience to me when it is really an inconvenience.. does that make sense?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever.. I just feel like the only friend that I have thru it all is Tyler, and I'm not saying that u other friends aren't good friends, it's just that when all the stuff happens it doesn't matter what he's doing, he comes and is there for me. He's been here every step of the way through my bipolar disorder, my mom being sick, college and everything else. I know this summer me and him will have tons of fun times but I just wish that this kind of friendship I have with him can sometimes be applied to my other friendships. I knw people can be busy, but when it comes dwn to not seeing you after a long time (weeks) and when I text you (weekly or daily) and you don't text back, it calls for signs that we dnt have a friendship.  I am a very observant person and when things occur in relationships that I have whether it be friend wise, or boyfriend wise, I like to make sure that I can clearly understand what is going on in my life and relations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3452367367131069895?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3452367367131069895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3452367367131069895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3452367367131069895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3452367367131069895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5245507645237487955</id><published>2009-05-17T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:51:13.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh my god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>i've been gone</title><content type='html'>I've been gone for a short while, but i'm back. i'm going to try to blog daily but first I want to reflect on my first year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such an up and down year but I'm glad I finished strong. After being on academic warning 1st semester I knew that although my mom would continue to get sick I would have to keep my check in on her to a minimum for my grades' sake. I got a 3.05 my 2nd semester and I was VERY proud of myself. I finished with a cumulative of a 2.58 but oh don't get me wrong my grind doesn't stop here. I will be taking summer courses as well and I'm only looking up up up til my cum is at LEAST a 3.75. I've always been a determined person and I know that when I set my mind to something I WILL get it done. And with that said I will be knockin' out these 15 credit hours this summer, on top of working, doing community service, taking care of my mom, and hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made sooo many close friends and some of em I can PROMISE you we will be friends til the end. Shouts out to Kordny, Cierra, Syd, Honey,Teonna, Shayla, Shannon, Fiona, Helen, Aisha, Wendy, Chelsea, Angel, Emma, Helen D., Vicky and I can't even forget my girl Ashleigh Palmer (MASTER OF ACCOUNTANCY). if I missed your name, nbd you still were my road dog this year. Anybody that was there to lend an ear, or just to hang out, have a drink etc with, Thanks. You all made some sort of Impact on my life and I thank you all for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take this time to pause and say.... I DID IT SUCKAS! I did it. For all the people that thought that I was too wild to be able to finish, and that thought that I would get kicked out;; keep it up cuz ya'll my motivations. Without ya'll I wouldnt have the bumps in the road and wont be able to have my trials without yall. It feels good to be the first of my mom's children to finish one year of college AND i'm taking summer classes so you know I'm on my shit. It feels sooo good driving passed my daddy on the corner selling drugs and laughing as he tries to brag about me being in college to his lil druh buddies. It's even funnier when they tell him NOT to try to take credit cuz he took NO part in it.. n that's what's funny and wrong.. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna wrap this up now. Have a good summer my dudes and keep stacking the money to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox Lelo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-5245507645237487955?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5245507645237487955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5245507645237487955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5245507645237487955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5245507645237487955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-gone.html' title='i&apos;ve been gone'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3828916688819564855</id><published>2009-04-29T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:59:48.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oxford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami University'/><title type='text'>Living in the Projects</title><content type='html'>I swear Symmes Hall is like the projects. It's so crazy! There is always SO much drama in this dorm. Well today I'll share with you what police call "Operation Felon Fest" Bahaha! Standard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.local12.com/mediacenter/local.aspx?videoid=39432@video.wkrc.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the report with the video. Not gonna lie Ron targeted the Perfect audience, Rich, slightly obsessed with alcohol students!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.wcpo.com/mediacenter/local.aspx?videoid=32090@wcpo.dayport.com&amp;amp;navCatId=23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is from WCPO. Bahahah! I love Scandalous Symmes. It's so scandalous. Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo- LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3828916688819564855?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3828916688819564855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3828916688819564855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3828916688819564855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3828916688819564855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-in-projects.html' title='Living in the Projects'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-1897976674299725928</id><published>2009-04-23T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:30:23.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotted'/><title type='text'>Spotted Thursday's 4/23/09</title><content type='html'>Spotted: A bunch of cool people getting tested for HIV and other Sexually Transmitted diseases, as a part of MTV's GYT Campaign [me included ! :) ]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: An HIV/STD negative girl named ALICIA WILLIAMS :) [that's me]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: A junior standing at Slant Walk passing out fliers as the wind blows her skirt up and her fliers away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: A kitten in Symmes Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: A car run into a semi-truck going around 85mph, and the person in the car dying instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm traumatized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-1897976674299725928?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/1897976674299725928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=1897976674299725928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1897976674299725928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1897976674299725928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/04/spotted-thursdays-42309.html' title='Spotted Thursday&apos;s 4/23/09'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8345244210957688397</id><published>2009-04-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:09:55.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotted'/><title type='text'>Spotted:Thurdays</title><content type='html'>Thursday's will now serve as days to address things "spotted". This will greatly favor Perez Hilton's layout of "spotted". So, Enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: Antibacterial hand soap in the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Are you serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: A girl standing outside of Shriver waiting for the bus eating a booger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: A hot body on central quad laying out getting a tan. Sheesh he was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: A person doing EXTREME meat riding on Facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted: A boy with high water jeans on and an imprint of his nuts in the back of his jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo-- LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8345244210957688397?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8345244210957688397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8345244210957688397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8345244210957688397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8345244210957688397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/04/spottedthurdays.html' title='Spotted:Thurdays'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6186295908635864288</id><published>2009-04-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:19:42.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family friends'/><title type='text'>I love my Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSlraE85sI/AAAAAAAAADs/fonSzikVEbM/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSlraE85sI/AAAAAAAAADs/fonSzikVEbM/s200/Family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562824611817154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can honestly admit that they love everything about their family? I know we have our ups and downs but I have to admit I love my family. My grandmother had 12 children, and her 12 children had a lot of children, and their children even had children, and in one case (i believe) their children had children. My family is HUGE! and I love each and every one of them. The photo on the left is of the 'Adults' in the family including my late Grandmother, and late Uncle Jeffery. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSnTfpCwkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/drKnTWlJaYo/s200/adults.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324564612811768386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the holiday's come around it never ceases to amaze me that my family kind of favors Soul Food. Although our family is much bigger, we have the 'head' of the family, Aunt Ann and Gwen, that are the rock of the family. They hold the family together and strong. We all live in a common area, which is Cincinnati and a little in the vicinity except for my Aunt Felicia, who resides in North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family gatherings are always fun, and my friends always want to come over and laugh. If it isn't my aunts Leslie and Dee Dee (picture on the left) &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSnhEI0JhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zjx7hCPEeFM/s200/les+n+dee+dee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324564845947004434" /&gt;cracking open the Natty Light's and amusing the family with personal stories, then it is my Aunt Inda's television obsession with BBC and witty cartoons like the Simpsons etc. that keeps us entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is very open minded. We have a series of extremities in our family. My brother Alexandria(hahah!)[bottom right] is a lesbian, and she also has a so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSpbLWZ6uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xqEQHAzJWYo/s200/brotheralex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324566943827094242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;n. Most people whose I've met's family always questions how that goes over in the family, and I say Perfect because I don't know how else it should. Your family shouldn't be the one's judging you and my family doesn't do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes growing up I felt like it was a constant competition between me and my cousins because we are so close in age but I've come to realize this is a strategy they use in order to force us to be the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best that we can be. My sister's  competition was my cousin Curtis, Latranay, and perhaps Terran. Alex attended UC, as well as an Auto Diesel College in Nashville and now resides in Atlanta, and although my mom takes care of her son, I'm proud that she even attempted college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 'competition' is Amber, Whitney(left in the red), and Justin. They all graduated in 2005. Although my cousin Justin is not the most ind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSoyoFgQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fj7gSHycbZQ/s200/whitney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324566247166198754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ependent he is living well and luxoriously. My cousin Whitney is currently enrolled at Alabama A&amp;amp;M University and she lives in Huntsville. My sister got her cosmetology license and she worked at a shop, then she worked for Medco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next up to step out into the real world is me and my little cousin Ashley(bottom right). I graduated in 2008 and she graduates this year in 2009. I am at Miami University on Full scholarship, double majoring in Journalism and International Studies. My cousin Ashley currently wants to go to Spelman, she's been accepted and now she's about to make a decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSoMv2oHOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3PkVVquzoVc/s200/ashleyyy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324565596416253154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. (I guess Spelman is a Williams family thing because that's a school I planned on going to but didn't due to lack of funding). She's currently been accepted to over 10 schools, therefore giving her a variety of schools to choose from. She also is a GREAT singer, and she wants to do something with her singing. I can honestly say rather she goes to college, or pursue a singing career, she will do great. Congrats Ash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The careers my family has are amazing, and I get anxious envisioning where I will be in 5 years. With Greek life in my family with my aunt being an AKA, as well as my God parents I question whether Greek Life will be incorporated in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family's diverse backgrounds range from a Janitorial company, a retired AT&amp;amp;T management, retired teacher, Bennett College graduate, P&amp;amp;G associates, Accountants, GE associates, Army, Marine and Air Force members, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come from a very diverse background and I love it. I LOVE MY FAMILY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- LeLo&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/1198340301397935235-6186295908635864288?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6186295908635864288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6186295908635864288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6186295908635864288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6186295908635864288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-family.html' title='I love my Family'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SeSlraE85sI/AAAAAAAAADs/fonSzikVEbM/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7360045163768789438</id><published>2009-04-07T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:50:08.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='od'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of order'/><title type='text'>YouTube is funny</title><content type='html'>Damn I gotta thank my boy Shelton for putting this on his facebook. This shit might be the funniest video ever! But first you gotta read the background on the side then watch the video again lmmfao! The background of the video is a boy was on the computer(prob black) and he got up from the computer to get the librarian. So when dude got back the girl was on his computer and he politely asked her to move.. we of course she got up ans was sassing off at the mouth i suppose...&lt;div&gt;He went up from the computer again and she got on and this time proceeded to X out all his assignments and all his work and this was the result! enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVSz-YsBDS4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVSz-YsBDS4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad for the girl But damn the bitch shouldn't of took his computer TWICE and DELETED his shit while he went n got the librarian. I mean damn.. wait ya fuckin turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this video is just straight up G-H-E-T-T-O! i mean really? a teacher fighting a student?! FIRE HER ASS! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XR6Iv6yUK_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XR6Iv6yUK_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo-- LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1198340301397935235-7360045163768789438?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7360045163768789438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7360045163768789438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7360045163768789438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7360045163768789438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube-is-funny.html' title='YouTube is funny'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4330544457527449365</id><published>2009-04-01T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:50:16.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prescription'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final goodbyes'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy Busy, But I'm on a mission</title><content type='html'>I'm appalled at the fact that people try to constrict others' freedom of speech. I live in the United States of America and because of the first amendment I can FREELY express my opinion about ANYTHING (to a certain extent) I want and seeing that this is MY blog I will continue to freely express my opinions on anything that is going on in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this current moment I'm on the phone with my mom discussing things that are going on at home as well as here at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My mom has been put onto a different medication in order to stop her cancer from attacking her kidney, as well as keeping the Sarcoidosis from spreading farther and attacking her liver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(WHOA) I know this is big news because the medication is very potent but it works, but I need to know... WHAT GENIUS INVENTED A MEDICATION AGAINST DISEASE AND CANCER, that's SIDE EFFECT IS CANCER?! I'm sorry I just don't get it. Looking at my antidepressants I keep seeing the side effects say, increased 'suicidal thoughts and efforts' so Why prescribe suicidal persons pills that increase suicidal effects?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Never in a million years would I imagine a pill that can 'cure' a certain person's 'disease' would cost 350 dollars a prescription and insurance can't even cover it except for about 1/4 of the cost. This is tragic, because this person needs to be healed IMMEDIATELY.. because like Marvy Arv said... T.E.A.M C.H.A.R.L.E.S- "CAN'T HAVE ANOTHER RELATIVE LEAVE EARTH SOON" Because If this doesn't come through and be fixed I will lose an AMAZING person that means A LOT to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Why is it that people only visit loved ones when they are increasingly sick, or close to death? I'm sorry but I refuse to be one of those type of people that cry so hard at a loved one's funeral because they held a grudge against this person and they died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh shit I have to go to class so I can continue later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4330544457527449365?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4330544457527449365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4330544457527449365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4330544457527449365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4330544457527449365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-busy-but-im-on-mission.html' title='Busy, Busy Busy, But I&apos;m on a mission'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-886105466910622744</id><published>2009-04-01T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:09:00.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old friends with new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COLLEGE MATURITY'/><title type='text'>Acquiring Higher Learning part 2</title><content type='html'>Just recently I want to put this out here, my Alma Mater were State Champion runner-ups!!! Whoo!!!!! Haiiiill Vikings! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho on the way to Columbus my old friends and I had pretty deep conversations! (Not really we never go deep because we all confuse each other, and no one ever wants to re explain what Joanna didn't get lmao)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways we all discussed how we kept having the problems of mixing our old friends with our new friends which left me to pose the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you mix your high school friends with your college friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This question will need further review and until I get more feedback from others on their opinion I will make a well rounded conclusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So feel free to post your comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo--LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-886105466910622744?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/886105466910622744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=886105466910622744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/886105466910622744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/886105466910622744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/04/acquiring-higher-learning-part-2.html' title='Acquiring Higher Learning part 2'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6500314602028099495</id><published>2009-03-31T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:48:02.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual seduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMMATURE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIGHER EDUCATION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STUPID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COLLEGE MATURITY'/><title type='text'>Pursuing Higher Learning</title><content type='html'>I've been dreadfully putting off this blog in hopes that things would change; but they haven't so I am forced to speak on it. I've currently been speaking with my mom 3x more a week because things around me have been getting extremely... "strange". I've come to the general realization that just because you go to college doesn't mean that people grow up and change their childish behaviors and lifestyles. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm more mature and left behind all my childish endeavors but I have grown to be more open minded about people, the way they were raised, where they're from etc. But I keep getting this feeling that others around me have not, and it bothers me greatly. In college, everyone is pursuing different things in life, and they use their time in college to find themselves, as well as create bonds with friends and whatnot; but I feel like I have done exactly that but slightly opposite. My group of friends here are AMAZING, but don't get me wrong we all have our times. And based on my changes from high school, I am pretty much content with who I am and where I am in life, but I can't get past the issue that I keep having with certain people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When I first entered Miami University, I had an... "accent", which my best friend Ariel likes to call it, and she said that you can put me in and out of the ghetto but you can't change the 'white' in me. Now this is who I am and I totally accept that, and so does my family, which is all that matters to me in life. My TRUE friends (my roots) that stand by me no matter what I dress or sound like, is what keeps me grounded. But with time here I have grown to speak in such a manner that I did when I was younger; more slang oriented and swarmed with cus words. But at times my "normal" voice will come out and that is when I become most irritated with those around me. Certain individuals like to say things like, "Oh here you go, talking like one of THEM again," now pardon my language, but WHAT THE FUCK DOES TALKING LIKE ONE OF THEM MEAN? I also get these kinds of responses because I like to wear Uggs, flip flops, mini skirts, and chucks instead of air force one's, timberlands, and pumps.  All because I'd rather wear a sweat shirt and Uggs in the winter instead of Timberlands and jeans I'm seen as a 'poser'?! This sincerely bothers me, and my mom tells me everyday that if you can't change the minds of the people around you, to accept you for who you are, then change the 'scenary' around you. And this is exactly what I am doing. I'm tired of being judged based on things that I like and don't like to do. Who are you to tell me I'm being fake because I don't want to go out every weekend, or Why do you always feel that when you ask me to do something you want it to be convenient for YOU and not for ME when I'M the one doing YOU a favor? Ok, when other's ask me to do things yes I do them because they SPECIFICALLY ASK FOR WHEN IT'S AT MY CONVENIENCE because they understand that MY WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND THEIR PROBLEMS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Do people in college seriously have enough time on their hands to spread rumors and gossip about others? SERIOUSLY?! Apparently at Miami University they do. I've NEVER had a problem like this in high school where people go out of their way to be so fake as to start a rumor that I am having sex, or giving someone on this campus head. WOW! ARE YOU SERIOUS. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I EVER MESSED WITH A PERSON ON THIS CAMPUS (HINT THAT I DIDN'T). excuse me for being so content with my college life that I don't walk around spreading rumors about others, or that I'm so busy working on 19+ hours of homework and study materials that I don't have time to personally confront every person that tries to say something that isn't true. Yes I know all these things have been said about me, but I know they aren't true, and giving people the attention they want by actually addressing it doesn't do anything but create another unwanted stress on my life. SO for all you people that consistently say that I'm giving people head, or having sex with people on campus, you should think and question your maturity, your level of education, and how lame you sound saying or repeating something that you don't even know is true or not. And for all you other people that think i'm stupid or 'soft' for not addressing the people that said this can really get a fucking life, because i'm living mines, and obviously you living mines too being so worried about what i'm doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is all I have time to discuss right now, but part two of this blog will be coming VERY soon! so be on the lookout! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo - LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6500314602028099495?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6500314602028099495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6500314602028099495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6500314602028099495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6500314602028099495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/03/pursuing-higher-learning.html' title='Pursuing Higher Learning'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7971823812756922878</id><published>2009-03-21T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:03:29.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquiring Fun.</title><content type='html'>It's not often that one can say that they had an amazing night in Oxford and also remember every bit an piece of it. I must admit I love my girls because no matter what we do we have fun doing it. Now being black there is a limited amount of fun you can have here in Oxford without some sort of Faculty approval, and my story later will be of evidence as to why I feel that why. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/ScW2R3IQCXI/AAAAAAAAADE/5eiTB5AAl_A/s200/girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315855353153325426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of us, Me, Teonna, Kordny, Fiona, Shanon, but we're missing Shayla and Helen in this photo.  Our night started at the usual clown spot, someone's dorm room where we cracked jokes and what not; We then went to the concert for Vision Dance Company. The show was amazing and we all plan on trying out for next year's team. After that we hung out in my dorm room and made a few video's, but before then we hung out in the parking lot of  dorm and danced to all our jams. Well supposedly there was some diversity meeting going on at the Miami Inn and all these cars came driving past. Great. Just Great. What do you think happened when a bunch of Rich White people saw 5 black girls outside smiling and dancing to music, just minding their own business? OF COURSE! THEY CALLED THE DAMN POLICE! But it wasn't expected because we were minding our business and having a good time.  But we blew it off and had more fun in the dorm room as we danced and sang more before going to the RHA's Frequinox. It was lame, but the glow sticks, techno and strobe lights were funny. We requested two songs, and after we set the party up to be hype, we left. LMAO. It never ceases to humor me to see white kids trying to do dances like the 'heel toe' and the 'stanky leg'. It's the absolute cherry on top of my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -- LeLo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1198340301397935235-7971823812756922878?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7971823812756922878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7971823812756922878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7971823812756922878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7971823812756922878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/03/acquiring-fun.html' title='Acquiring Fun.'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/ScW2R3IQCXI/AAAAAAAAADE/5eiTB5AAl_A/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5132253253111500821</id><published>2009-03-11T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:07:54.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new hair cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Hair cut!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.talkingmakeup.com/pics/news/ri80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.talkingmakeup.com/pics/news/ri80.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunately my hair is going back to the phase where it grows, grows, grows then breaks, breaks and breaks again, so now I have to get another hair cut. SO! lets get some help here people!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking a short pixie cut, kinda like rihanna's, but with a slight bang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it may not be cute on me =( but keep in mind my abstract outfits, colored leggins, and obsession with Chuck Taylors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Maybe a slight, short bob like Trina's?  except mines will be shorter, and I won't have tracks on one side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5p8vyWGrkO0/Rqpbx7RkAtI/AAAAAAAAA00/8lLEyyBj54A/s1600/trina4.jpg" alt="[trina4.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can also be an option, and they won't have to cut so much hair off.. If I had to rate this I'd give it a 6/10? What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Sbg1pgdgePI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yUbZQBU1Ptw/s200/kelis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312054747688106226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I must admit this is what I want done. The "Kelis" cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So What do you guys think? HELPP!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/Sbg17iC9wUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_E-xCLvltXw/s200/boss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312055057351295298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-5132253253111500821?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5132253253111500821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5132253253111500821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5132253253111500821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5132253253111500821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-cut.html' title='Hair cut!!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5p8vyWGrkO0/Rqpbx7RkAtI/AAAAAAAAA00/8lLEyyBj54A/s72-c/trina4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6872921470437269199</id><published>2009-02-25T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:49:18.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand washing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hygiene'/><title type='text'>Oh Doctor Doctor, teach them some hygiene!</title><content type='html'>Ok ok ok! So this post is about something that has been bothering me since the first week of school, which has caused my friend's already bad Germophobic actions to get worse. I'm not one to generalize and put all people in one group, but in this case, with close observation I have been forced to put them in to one generalized category. Now I just have to know... Why don't white people wash their hands!? Now I know some of you do, and I'm glad.. You guys are the one's who's door I don't mind touching, but that doesn't mean I won't pull out my handy hand sanitizer and sanizite myself from your vast amount of germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For every time I go to the bathroom it has become a routine to get paper towels first from the paper towel contraption, then I cut on the faucet, wash my hands, and grab the paper towel and wipe my hands. After I wipe my hands I use the paper towel to turn off the faucet and then I have to use the towel to open the door. Once I get to my room I immediately sanitize my hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now yes, I know you may think this is a lot to do just to go to the bathroom, but picture all the germs on your hands from just one trip to the bathroom, and then picture turning around and putting your hands in your mouth, or eating...? G-R-O-S-S! I'M CREEPED OUT JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I know my complaining won't make everyone wash their hands but I have tried to rationalize to give them the benefit of the doubt as to why they don't wash their hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how when you are younger/ how little kids are afraid of the toilet when it flushes? I think this concept goes hand in hand with them. I came to this realization because as I walk into the bathroom there's always that one girl running out of the stall and almost hitting me with the door trying to run out of the stall before the toilet even flushes. Then there was this time I was going to dinner, and this girl flushed the toilet and approximately 1.2secs after the toilet was flushed, she was walking out the bathroom door buttoning and pulling her pants up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME ON NOW?! you can't be serious. Wash your hands people. And you wonder why I flip out when you come in my room and you touch my stuff, or you sit in my bed, or something like that.. It's like WTF! GET YOUR GERMY ASS THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. I'm not OCD or anything but i'd rather sleep, and eat in peace without being bombarded with the thoughts that your bathroom germs, or sickness germs, or coughing and sneezing, are all over my room, my bed, and my stuff... UGH i'm getting creeped out just thinking about it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wash your damn hands people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -- LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6872921470437269199?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6872921470437269199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6872921470437269199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6872921470437269199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6872921470437269199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-doctor-doctor-teach-them-some.html' title='Oh Doctor Doctor, teach them some hygiene!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8227781303383464012</id><published>2009-02-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:30:15.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al sharpton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stimulus plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>New York Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SZzkd7T5W-I/AAAAAAAAACY/lsGlDSogl-w/s1600-h/bogus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SZzkd7T5W-I/AAAAAAAAACY/lsGlDSogl-w/s320/bogus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304365663924083682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ate my breakfast I flipped through the New York Times to see what kind of satire they had to offer me today. As I skimmed through the articles I saw the illustration to your left. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, yes we all know at this point Al Sharpton was all over it but I had to get to my dorm so I could read through what the fuck this illustration was about because I knew it had some sort of reference to Barack Obama with it's direct mention to the stimulus plan that is struggling in popularity in the Houses. When I got into my car I flipped to channel XM66 where Leo da General was discussing the contents of the illustration. This illustration is based off of the Chimp named 'Travis' that attacked a family friend.  The 70- year old woman, who is responsible for raising the chimp had to stab the chimp where he later died. The chimp was raised like a human child, obedient and disobedient. The police that showed up had to help kill the chimp after he brutally attacked the family friend. There was no problem in reporting on what happened in this case but there are a couple of limits in which one should generate themselves with when they work for a place that has so many readers. The downfall of this illustration is that the artist shouldn't of combined the two headlining news stories, and just stuck to one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With knowing that African Americans were called and referred to as monkeys, the racism is screaming in this portrait and this is the one time where I feel like Al Sharpton may not be going overboard when making this into a race thing. When you think back in time to blacks being referred to as monkeys, and our president being black, and who wrote the stimulus and/ or atleast had the main ideas and components of  the stimulus plan?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point exactly. If you gonna be racist in this day and age, you may wanna try to be more subtle about it.. and with that being said, I'm boycotting the New York Times. &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/1198340301397935235-8227781303383464012?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8227781303383464012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8227781303383464012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8227781303383464012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8227781303383464012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-york-times.html' title='New York Times'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SZzkd7T5W-I/AAAAAAAAACY/lsGlDSogl-w/s72-c/bogus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8239937808703184180</id><published>2009-02-16T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:00:52.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hella work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloud 9'/><title type='text'>PS. St. Valentine</title><content type='html'>This is probably the first time I've remembered/celebrated Valentine's Day since when I was dating Randall, and I must admit... If they're gonna be as awesome as this one was, I want everyday to be Valentine's day, which may be possible [LoL].&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I began the day being fairly lazy because I overslept and didn't get a chance to go to the welfare office to get some insurance, so i just laid around and agitated my mother for a few hours. Since my boyfriend Justin doesn't normally get off work until around 6am I figured he would be sleeping in til 3pm which is when i assumed our day would begin....WRONG! He got off work took a powernap and began to make my day perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Besides waking up to about 7 texts saying how gorgeous and beautiful I am, he called and left sappy v-mails hyping me up for the day... and although I told him how much I hated love and sappiness, he made it into a good, constructive sappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SZn8d2vP1GI/AAAAAAAAACI/oixuw8h5VgM/s200/Photo+175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303547626045559906" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SZn8QmDSS1I/AAAAAAAAACA/lko6-IPlo2U/s200/Photo+173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303547398227905362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Around 1:30pm I was finally dressed and ready so I followed directions and promptly met him at Eden Park, only to be greeted with roses and a teddy bear by the prettiest water contraption thing [EVER]. That alone made my day, but that wasn't even the beginning. He read me a cute poem he wrote, and we walked the park and ended up at his car. We left my car at the park and he blind folded me as we giggled and drove to the next destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now hey! Don't get me wrong, every pessimistic thought in my head was saying he was probably kidnapping me and taking me somewhere dangerous BUT for some reason I trusted him lol.. so I was okay. When I opened my eyes we were at Newport On the Levee where we saw Friday the 13th, where I also almost pissed my pants from fear, which is probably why I enjoyed myself so much. Never did I think that I would have fun seeing a scary movie on a sappy day but it evened out the sappiness and normal human behavior lol. After the movie we went out for Ice cream (which I'm sorry I didn't tell you Tyler, since this is way against my diet, but whatever) and he dropped me back at my car because he had to go to work :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; As strange as it sounds, I'm still on cloud 9 from the amazing time that I had, and I wish that the day didn't have to end. And although I spent V-day Night with a different guy, they both made my weekend AMAZiiNG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- I abstained from any forms of fornication.. except KiiSSES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8239937808703184180?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8239937808703184180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8239937808703184180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8239937808703184180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8239937808703184180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/02/ps-st-valentine.html' title='PS. St. Valentine'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SZn8d2vP1GI/AAAAAAAAACI/oixuw8h5VgM/s72-c/Photo+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-1747102163408051699</id><published>2009-02-15T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:01:04.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris brown'/><title type='text'>Beat on my brotha'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yourcelebritystuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/chris-brown_rihanna-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.yourcelebritystuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/chris-brown_rihanna-kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Damn, Damn. I never thought I'd see the day that Chris Brown would hit a female.. I mean coming from the nigga singing about dancing and doing 'damage' to a girl's heart for having another chick on the side, but damn never Ike'n a bitch did I expect to see him in court. I mean this dude has skills, I saw him in concert and his ass held and rocked the crowd, but I guess a person's performance skills don't portray who they are as a person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I must admit the media coverage of this shit is a bit extreme and superfluous.. This nigga is HUMAN, ya know?! There wasn't a shit load of media coverage when Ike was beating Tina's ass was it? I mean damn! and what happened after the whole Ike and Tina thing? Yep, that's right, Tina was the shit and kept "Rollin' Down the River", which I'm sure these two will continue to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But besides that there's the constant discussion about it, and I can't think of how many XM radio stations I click through trying NOT to listen to it.. I mean... who cares! I just don't get how this could happen to two celebrities and get so much coverage when women be going thru this shit everyday! I'm not saying him hitting her was right, but damnit the coverage of it isn't right. He's human and he should be treated like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although many people think that girls aren't gonna like him anymore, or that his career is going down the drain and stuff like that... NOPE! YOU'RE WRONG.... this nigga gonna continue to sell records cuz think about it... If he made a song either for or against him hitting her.. all ya'll asses would be banging it in the crib or ur whip just because it's the latest shit occurring, and you so nosey that you wanna know what he says or if he has hidden messages as to what really happened.. And as for Rihanna, we all know her whiny, moan voice ass will be dropping a track about it as well no matter how much she'll say she wants to 'leave it in the past'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what this whole blog is saying is who gives a fuck that Chris Brown hit Rihanna.. She needs to file a suit just like normal people and move the fuck on.. I mean u can't even tell me that it's a figment of my imagination when I say that these two muhfuckas a prolly still be together or 'friends' when all this shit is over. Can u blame me? ha it's life... shit happens. But I just want to leave u females and guys with a hint of advice... No doubt just because of the type of person I am... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dudes: If a female ever hit u harder than yo mama ever did when she gave you a whoopin... BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA HER.. den leave her ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies: If you touch him you're giving him permission to touch you back based on how much force you use... But look... 1 time... if it's real serious... let him go.. if not let it slide... but after the second time you better leave his ass cuz it's probably not a 1 time thing.. it will quickly become a habit, and if you're stupid enough to stay around... you deserve to get knocked the hell out... but that's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kthanks for reading. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-1747102163408051699?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/1747102163408051699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=1747102163408051699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1747102163408051699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/1747102163408051699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/02/beat-on-my-brotha.html' title='Beat on my brotha&apos;'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3546574222661463712</id><published>2009-02-02T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:57:58.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen on Mr. ChiCity</title><content type='html'>Well Well Well,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally pulled myself from misery and put a chain lock around my heart.. so now I will write about my favorite Youtube guy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy is just a straight retard and he cracks me the hell up. Not only does his videos lack purpose, but they are so purposeless that they are hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBRL7D0wcXM"&gt;Mr. ChiCity&lt;/a&gt;, is a dude i would say in Mid 20's low 30's that "video blogs" about events in his life. He is just now trying to become an inspiration to people and provide positive advice through his videos through what is going on in his life. He has a video of times from when he first goes to the Four Seasons Hotel, how he keeps his women on deck, and my favorite, The Dollar Menu Millionaire haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I don't feel like writing more just watch a video and choose for yourself whether you wanna watch more!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3546574222661463712?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3546574222661463712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3546574222661463712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3546574222661463712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3546574222661463712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/02/queen-on-mr-chicity.html' title='The Queen on Mr. ChiCity'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3089786624788019898</id><published>2009-01-28T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:06:46.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independence.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kordny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Queen has no words</title><content type='html'>Very &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTGA_YvJ6kQ"&gt;seldom&lt;/a&gt; do I find myself in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;predicament&lt;/span&gt; ampersand I don't have anything to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1198340301397935235-3089786624788019898?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3089786624788019898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3089786624788019898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3089786624788019898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3089786624788019898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-has-no-words.html' title='The Queen has no words'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3374520381932177487</id><published>2009-01-27T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:53:54.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up to makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual seduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independence.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckkk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raper man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen lelo'/><title type='text'>The Queen Hits Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>Once again it's snowing outside. Now not only with having to trek around this big heavy boot, extra resistance is added to it and did I add the comments I get from creepy ass men saying things like, "Wrong weather for a boot eh?" or of course my favorite, "Gosh you look so helpless, want a ride?" (sarcasm).. it just dwindles in my head after hearing this.. 'What type of got damn creeper are you.. I mean yeah there may be some good in you but don't start your 'hitchhiker' phrase with "Gosh you look hopeless," because you only make me think of you as a weird raper creeper.' But on to the subject at hand.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This morning I woke up at 7:15am, after finally falling asleep after 32 hours without sleep, only to realize I felt like shit. I felt as if someone had, while I was sleeping, jumped into my body and stomped on my skull and ripped out my heart. I mean.. I clearly haven't felt even half this bad since the "Randall days" I'll call it. I know I spent half the night up crying, and talking with Kordny, who in fact is probably the best college friend a person could ever ask for and i thank God everyday for her, [NO HOMO]. But anyways, I know I brought this horror upon myself which is why in the future when I look back on these days... they will be entitled 'Terror Days.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure there are many things I could do to prevent these feelings such as not listening to my favorite love songs/break up songs, but I feel like the songs were made for a purpose. It's like you are SUPPOSED to feel this way because these are the times when you have to depend on yourself the most in order to pull through and become a better person overall. Although I feel like I'm swimming in an ocean without a lifejacket, (and everyone knows how bad I suck at swimming) and a shark is swimming below my open fleshed wound in my heart. This is the time where I have to pull it together and be strong in order to better myself, and keep myself from getting hurt by anyone besides myself. So that is what I am going to do, whether I like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Current Read: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Too Close by Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SX8ti9UhTGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gtEPiFNbv_k/s200/Photo+261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296001765410425954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Queen Lelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3374520381932177487?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3374520381932177487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3374520381932177487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3374520381932177487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3374520381932177487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-hits-rock-bottom.html' title='The Queen Hits Rock Bottom'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SX8ti9UhTGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gtEPiFNbv_k/s72-c/Photo+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3706012843174271369</id><published>2009-01-26T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:30:25.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love lockdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spread'/><title type='text'>The Queen grows wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Excuse me in advance for the sappiness of this blog but I need to get this off of my chest because I haven't felt this way in like 2 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow, I plan on doing one thing that I never ever planned on doing in my life... Telling the one I love more than myself, that we may need time apart. I know many of you may know who I am referring to therefore I will let this person remain nameless/anonymous. This person has been my best friend for years, and although it hasn't been many years I feel as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;if we've been best friends FOREVER. I just feel like lately this person has been ridiculously fed up with me, and our frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dship so in order to save myself the heartbreak I figured I'd ask for a "rest" of our friendship so that we don't have a horrible "Titanic" friendship wreck. So i decided to write them a letter stating where I came from and it sincerely made me cry as I listened to music by K-Ci and JoJo, Whitney Houston, Dru Hill, Mya, and the INFAMOUS LAURYN HILL, who assured me t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;hat everything is everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGUsF-Whb1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGUsF-Whb1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and that all things happen for a reason. So in closing, I want to reminisce on a couple favorites that me n this friend had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Our random trips to [ Newport, KY. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Our unhealthy obsession with O'Charley's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Shopping ridiculously hard in the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Highlighting this person being here after and before I went to rehab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. My WONDERFUL 'Build-a-Bears'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[This one may be a give away but oh well]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Staying up all night talking to you on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. The first time I kissed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. How it felt when I very first fell in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Giggling under the covers in my bed room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Being Bogus with my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Being the one who i use up all my mobile to mobile minutes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Going to get Troy and dissing all my "Graduation Party- friends" for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Introducing you to my first college friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. My graduation party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. Our homecoming, dinner after homecoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SX6nPwO68JI/AAAAAAAAABo/84x-EnHOUFY/s200/lovee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295854100921643154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SX6mtbVJI6I/AAAAAAAAABg/zKOP7WlmBqk/s200/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295853511195042722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Getting our pictures taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Getting advice about all the Random Guys in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Dating you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Being there for me at the drop of a dime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I revealed you.. but oh well who cares. I'm almost completely out of the sorrow stage and into the numb stage that will be immediately followed by rage.. therefore I will end it with this, this list could go on for years full of good times... but with one bad time it takes almost 10x as many good to make up for that one bad, and regardless of how much you try to forget it.. you never can. God puts people in your life for certain reasons, but I feel like this one I took advantage of so I'm gonna have to let go and let God steer this one back into the safety shore. Thanks for your attention. New book recommendation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 9/11 Report. Amazing Graphic novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SX6psQ3dJbI/AAAAAAAAABw/0Ah2NkMwVc8/s200/deuces.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295856789741184434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Retail therapy anyone?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Queen LeLo &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3706012843174271369?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3706012843174271369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3706012843174271369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3706012843174271369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3706012843174271369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-grows-wings.html' title='The Queen grows wings'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SX6nPwO68JI/AAAAAAAAABo/84x-EnHOUFY/s72-c/lovee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5534188093828691691</id><published>2009-01-20T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:14:40.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AJycPolhg0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AJycPolhg0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;I couldn't be more proud to call myself African American!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   white-space: normal; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;"My President is black, in fact he's half white. Even in a racist mind he's half right. If u have a racist mind its alright, My President is black but his house is all white!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;"Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk, Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run, Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly, so I'ma spread my wings you can meet me in the SKYY!!!!!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aBaX9GPSaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aBaX9GPSaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;-HOVA!&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/1198340301397935235-5534188093828691691?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5534188093828691691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5534188093828691691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5534188093828691691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5534188093828691691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-couldnt-be-more-proud-to-call-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7824882109768210636</id><published>2009-01-19T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:08:03.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president is black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='congrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mlk jr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancestry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black president'/><title type='text'>The Queen celebrates a historical Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This I can proclaim in advanced as my favorite blog posting I will ever do. In less than 15 hours we will have a new president. And although I am happy that President Bush will be leaving office I am happier that President- elect Barack Obama will be entering into office. I never, ever, ever thought I would see the day that an African American President would be nominated, and then elected president. Just thinking about what will be occurring makes my insomnia break more and makes it hard for me to even relax. Although Barack is half white, half black I will NEVER consider him bi-racial. It's just one thing I can't see myself coming and doing. My reasons are as follows.. before he was nominated.. he wasn't spoke of as biracial. He was spoken of as an African American, and immigrant, and even a terrorist. All these horrible things had been spoken of him and he still prevailed and stayed genuine in order to win the ticket as well as the presidency. Strength and courage like that is RARE and you will ONLY and mostly find it in the black/ African American culture. Our race has been through SOOO MUCH in the past and president Obama's campaign of hope shined  a new light on every African American person that I knew. This blog actually reminds me of a conversation I had with a distant friend I had growing up and we both were discussing what we would have done if we lived during slavery times, and also if we had the chance to choose, would we be black or white. My distant friend said she would prefer to be white, because she wouldn't want to have such a struggle that blacks endured, and of course I chose the exact opposite. She chose to be white because she said Blacks would NEVER have a chance at being president's, big time Judges, or district attorneys, and she said that all she ever was expected to do was grow up and be an athlete. On the other hand I couldn't "sell out" on my race in that nature. My ancestors were Indians, Whites, and then Black. My great great grandmother was and indian and she was raped of her land by white settlers. She had children with a white settler which progressed the white into my family line. My grandmother's parents were black and white. My great grandpa was white and my great grandma was black. My grandmother was black and so my grandfather was biracial as well. Although we have so much mix in our family  blood line I am 100% black, and 100% proud of it. I'm proud that my grandmother was biracial and open minded enough to reproduce with a black man because I honestly couldn't view my life as anything other than being black. I wouldn't change my race nor my background and heritage for ANYTHING. It takes a STRONG willed person to be extremely proud of who they are and where they're from because struggle generates progress and progress generates success... and that is how we've done it. Congratulations &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ffh9xDf2S9c"&gt;[President] Barack Obama!!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels good to be able to FINALLY say that and not one bit will ANYONE be able to knock this smile off of my face. FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, WE ARE FREE ATLAST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I guess this is what Martin Luther King Jr. meant when he said that he 'had a dream'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1198340301397935235-7824882109768210636?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7824882109768210636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7824882109768210636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7824882109768210636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7824882109768210636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-celebrates-historical-moment.html' title='The Queen celebrates a historical Moment'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-5040861773405253731</id><published>2009-01-15T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:00:12.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Splurge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wannabe&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>The Queen spys Chanel couture...!</title><content type='html'>on MALES! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coco Chanel has a product line made for WOMEN.. with the product line slogan of "Women should be two things, classy, and fabulous"- Coco Chanel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with that being said can someone explain to me why I see dudes in the club wearing Chanel shades, or hearing a certain MALE friend who i will not name... saying he wants Chanel's. I can understand why people may want to live the fabulous life, and wear high fashion name brands but CHANEL IS MADE FOR WOMEN! I shouldn't walk past guys in the mall smelling more like Coco Madamemoiselle than I do.. that's just ridiculously homo people I mean seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the next thing. If you can afford to go to a boutique, or store and buy more than one pair of certain kinds of name brand jeans ie; Rock and Republic, True Religion, 7 of All Mankind, Joe's etc. then stay yo ass the FUCK OUTTA THE STORE BUYING THE CLOTHES. You all don't know how ridiculous you look and sound wearing Joe's Jeans one day and Aeropostale jeans the next. You just CAN'T DO THAT! I understand you are expanding your attire.. but if you only own one pair of them.. you don't deserve to wear em. It's like going to Sam's Club to buy a candy bar... you just don't do that. If you can't splurge.. don't even bother wasting your dollar because you'll just look more stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I must get an insight on why people lie about what they do and do not own. When did it become cool to try to be something you're not? Last time I check individuality was what kept the world spinning this far. If it wasn't for people's courage to be individuals I wouldn't have the courage to do what I do today, and that's wake up every morning and strive to be the best I can be. I know it may sound cliche but It's so true. It takes so much for me to get out of bed at 8am every morning just to go talk in a class I already master 2 years ago, but my courage and determination is what keeps me going. And i hope the same can be in you all, good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-5040861773405253731?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/5040861773405253731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=5040861773405253731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5040861773405253731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/5040861773405253731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-spys-chanel-couture.html' title='The Queen spys Chanel couture...!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-7372608720079971217</id><published>2009-01-11T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:30:52.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami University'/><title type='text'>The Queen is back in Miami</title><content type='html'>Well, Well, Well. I'm back at this shitty ass Miami. ha.. I've been here for all of 1 hour and I've been pissed off, happy, sad, and confused..ALREADY. First a LITTLE HOUSEKEEPING!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No lie I've missed some of these girls.. especially Vicki, Kordny, Helen D, Emma, Alison, Clare, and Emily.. Oh how I love them so. It makes me happy to be around them. Now I know the first thing I thought was oh shit how am I gonna get up these ridiculous stairs?! Well let's just know that I did! haha. Number two. Coming in I was greeted by the lovely Alison who I love majorly! haha I love Kordny too but i've talked to her all break.. and let's not forget.. [NO HOMO]! haha anywho.. I was overwhelmed with how concerned she was about my surgery and so was Vicki and Helen. They all wanted to know what they could do to help and oh how it made me come to the conclusion that in college you will make some of the GREATEST friends in life. It overwhelmed me how I've only known them for almost 3 months and friends that I've had for YEARS don't even take the time out of the day to say "hello, how are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now off to the other business. I am going to try my hardest to get along with my room mate, her friends, and others in the dorm. It's gonna take time to adjust to the way they are raised and their lifestyles. It will take some time but I'm sure I'll get it. I'd love to finish this but I am ohhhsooootireddd! first good night's sleep! I'll leave you with my favorite song. AND THERE WILL BE A BLOG ABOUT IT! have a good day. xoxo  --LeLo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/le6ul5rYEPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/le6ul5rYEPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-7372608720079971217?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/7372608720079971217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=7372608720079971217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7372608720079971217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/7372608720079971217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-is-back-in-miami.html' title='The Queen is back in Miami'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-6420448246396158382</id><published>2009-01-08T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:18:01.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><title type='text'>The Queen has a heart attack.</title><content type='html'>I have never been so surprised in my life and I have to leave it at this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAUbl4vgqP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAUbl4vgqP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-6420448246396158382?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/6420448246396158382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=6420448246396158382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6420448246396158382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/6420448246396158382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-has-heart-attack.html' title='The Queen has a heart attack.'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-4619384759739314264</id><published>2009-01-05T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:33:15.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no movement. movie reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy&apos;s girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laguna'/><title type='text'>The Queen is in Recovery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, it's day 13 of surgery recovery and things are going greater than I expected. A ton of people have been asking.. "WTF happend to you," and "I bet if you woulda used those crutches and that brace you wouldn't of had to get surgery".. haha.. well let me explain to you children what a brace and crutches would of done for me..SQUAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First of all what I have is an OCD in my right ankle which is known.. well actually not known.. as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Osteochondritis Dissecans,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; which in my case a loose piece of cartilage peeled away from my bone and fell into place where one of my joints were causing my ankle to often swell and make cracking noises. After further review, those cracking noises came from my bones constantly rubbing together so an operation at a convenient time for me had to be set up. The crutches and brace were only to keep me from being on it when the cracking noise came meaning that the cartilage was being rubbed down more and more. Now the other questions I got was, "What did they do in the surgery?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Well.. since I was knocked out I couldn't tell you EXACTLY what they did, but they told me a scoop of their plans. They cut open my ankle and drilled holes in my bone to generate new cartilage growth and then in about 2 months if new cartilage hasn't grown or the problem occurs again then artificial cartilage will have to be placed where cartilage should be. SO with that being said.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SWLjAMJNniI/AAAAAAAAABA/nZH6vRhTFGo/s200/my+anklejpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288038504885755426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;onto explaining my progress in my recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;About 3 days ago I couldn't even bear my own weight on it and miraculously as the days went on I was determined to stand up and atleast move my ankle in a circ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;ular motion. To my advantage I did more than just that. Yesterday I found my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;self to be able to walk, and although many people don't think thats a HUGE transition, with it being 13 days post-op that is a BIG improvement from laying on the couch. Today, I decided to put on my damn near 3 pound boot and see if I could attempt to drive. Now I know all of you are thinking... sheesh you're pushing it Al, but desperate times call for drastic measures and if I can't drive then I won't make it to Physical Therapy. But anywho, the driving went WELL. Ha.. so Yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Now today besides driving I watched a few things that were ridiculously worthy of being blogged about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;1. Lakeview Terrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All I can say is... talk about a plot. Who would of thought that Samuel Jackson could do a movie where he didn't yell the whole time.. now don't get me wrong I didn't say he didnt yell at all, but he yelled 65% of the time. The whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SWLdNjCmdFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GqLIawooYcI/s320/lakeview+terracejpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288032137300571218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;concept of an interracial couple moving in next to a black cop that didn't approve of there relationship just really caught my interest. And the crap he put them through made the movie that much better. When a friend told me the movie would be suspenseful I was thinking that people were gonna be spontaneously killed left and right and that just didn't happen. Yes, I was intrigued by Kerry Washington being the "nontraditional" black girl dating a white male, that enjoyed more hip hop music than she did, but I was let down because of the movie's lack of credible action. Maybe showing the scene of his wife dying, or perhaps him interracting more with characters other than Jackson, Washington and Wilson. Although the best part of the movie was the ending I'd still recommend all to see the movie. And did I add how buff Sam looked in this movie :) hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Final Grade: D+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Black Christmas-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had never gave this movie a try because my friends all told me it was ridiculously stupid.. but after seeing in I BEG TO DIFFER. I know i'm not all up on my horror movie game like Kate BUT this movie had me jumping and giggling.. which is the key to my heart. Although the way the people died was quite stupid.. the actual killers looked so creepy that I could of shitted myself If my doorbell rang while they were on the screen.  Get my point? Haha.. Yes the plot of a sorority house with naieve girls who were abnormally weird, was a bad plot but the action of the head rolling in front of the girl and them coming to the hospital was pure genius. And the movie followed the theme of "family first" lol. because "she's my family now!" Not to mention that the nutcracker music scares the wits out of me regardless. I give this movie 1 1/2 thumbs up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Grade: C-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Daddy's Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dyfuse.com/files/images/Angela.Vanessa%20simmons.preview.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm really into Angela and Vanessa from Run's House. I mean they have amazing bodies, sucessful lifestyles, although they rely on there dad for cash and "promotion", andthey have AMAZING SEW INS hahah! I'm really anxious for this season because the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y crack me up the way they argue, and I'd do anything not to see cry baby ass Justine for 30 mins to an hour. Although I may have to learn to get over Angela's awkward manly ass voice.. I may come to enjoy watching them rise to fame. Besides, atleast JoJo's ugly, non rapping ass will be off of my screen... except for when he come's and visits but I won't have to see him and lame ass "Team Blackout" anymore. I have a good feeling that I might be pretty into the Pastries label pretty soon, because those two are awesome. I'm also looking forward to seeing more of their cousins who by the way look nothing like them lol. I definitely will be glued to MTV every week for this show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Grade- A+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Secret Life Of An American Teenager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gahhh! At last I can breathe again. Got damnit I missed this show. I love Amy Jergens so freakin much. Oh so what she got pregnant in high school during BAND CAMP bahahah! And the guy who happened to get her pregnant is a man whore who makes out with her best friend.. OH THE DRAMA! HOW I LOVE DRAMA! haha..This season has already proved it's amazingness! Fast ass majorette girl and her slut mom is getting in touch with her dad, and Amy married Ben.. and don't forget Amy's parents are getting divorced. Oh how I can't wait to see how their parents are gonna flip about the marriage.. and then the grandma...OH WHAT A SEASON! MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED! haha this is better than the stupid hills, OC, city, and laguna beach bull shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Grade: A++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-4619384759739314264?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/4619384759739314264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=4619384759739314264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4619384759739314264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/4619384759739314264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-is-in-recovery.html' title='The Queen is in Recovery!'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9qGWFwLF4A/SWLjAMJNniI/AAAAAAAAABA/nZH6vRhTFGo/s72-c/my+anklejpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-3900092765264288067</id><published>2009-01-04T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:09:16.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topsongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaliyah'/><title type='text'>.. The Queen loves music..</title><content type='html'>this is my list of my top 20 most favorite songs EVER. In no particular order.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 Shontelle- T-Shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 Coolio- Gangsta's Paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 3 Lil' Wayne- Lollipop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 4 Lil' Wayne- Dick Pleaser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 5 Whitney Houston- I'm every Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 6 Beyonce- Video Phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 7 Destiny's Child- Dangerously in Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 8  Luniz- I got 5 on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 9 Fugees- Ready or Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 10 Fugees- Killing me softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The Whole Kirk Franklin Christmas CD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 11 Breaking Benjamin- Breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 12 Avenged Sevenfold- Almost Easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 13 Katherine McPhee- Over It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 14 Tupac- Ghetto Gospel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 15 Bone Thugs and Harmony- Crossroad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 16 Johann Pachelbel- Canon in D major&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 17 Bone Thugs and Harmony- First of the Month (Every ghetto black person's anthem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 18 Lady Gaga- Just Dance ( The ultimate Drunk song )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 19 Usher- Nice and Slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 20 R-Kelly- Half On a Baby (LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-3900092765264288067?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/3900092765264288067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=3900092765264288067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3900092765264288067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/3900092765264288067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-loves-music.html' title='.. The Queen loves music..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8133239179950283774</id><published>2009-01-04T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:48:27.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire baton twirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queenalicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuntmasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrogant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>What Makes Me so arrogant..</title><content type='html'>Since 12:00am January 1, 2009, people gave propositions to themselves to change stuff in a year. To me that is stupid.. there's people who have been pledging to lose ten pounds and every year gains more. There's people who promise not to cus as much but every other word from there mouth is fuck, shit, and damn. I honestly think shallow resolutions are stupid. If you think that with a new year, a new you can be made, then you have a shit load of soul searching to do. How about making resolutions of how to better people around you, or to commit hours to community service.. you knw shit like that. But then I was asked by a so called "friend"..&lt;div&gt;"Alicia, every year you never make a resolution.. why is that.. what makes you think you are better than everyone?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This question did nothing but made me laugh hysterically. I mean seriously do you think that me not making a resolution makes me think I'm better than you? ha if you think that you're stupid. SO this blog is a LIST of accomplishments I had in 2008 that put my head in the clouds that makes me think i'm so great. ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I started the new year with a great group of friends. These friends gave me the WORLD! they would do backbends for me if i needed them to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I was on my way to graduating high school. A task that I never thought I would accomplish because of my intense addiction to cutting. I tried nightly, daily, to kill myself via cutting, and over dosage, as well as other acts of self harm.. but i surpassed that in 2008 which gave me a sense of strength and pride in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I got into Miami University-Oxford with a full ride. After all financial aid was applied to my schooling I still get 3k dollars back each semester, and that is AFTER books are purchased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My mother battled cancer and won.. although it continued to sneak up on her.. she still lived to see another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I worked at Abercrombie and Fitch and before then Bob Evans... but i worked at both for 2 years which was clear evidence that I'm not a job hopper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Before graduating high school I got a job at First Financial Bank. I was the youngest worker there at 18, didn't have a college degree, African American, and hired based off of pure merit and outstanding background. I was forced to resign because of my ankle surgery which i may blog about later, but offered my same job back when I am recovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Although I suffered from Bipolar disorder, I was completely in control of my life and I didn't see it threatening me any time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. In July I bought a 2009 Hyundai for a Summer car along with the 2003 Explorer I had for the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I was a successful baton twirler who after  5 months began twirling fire. which i have a video of..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6KO3v_JRWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6KO3v_JRWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;And excuse me if I was taught that a little self pride could go a long way... besides If I don't believe in myself who else will? Ha cause my aunts and cousins damn sure won't.. so excuse my french when i say I THINK IM THE SHIT BECAUSE I FUCKIN DESERVE TO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1198340301397935235-8133239179950283774?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8133239179950283774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8133239179950283774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8133239179950283774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8133239179950283774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-makes-me-so-arrogant.html' title='What Makes Me so arrogant..'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1198340301397935235.post-8264831742042685198</id><published>2009-01-03T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:19:57.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colon caner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tyler'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, after years of therapy, I have realized I have a problem. I withhold everything to myself but i will use this blog to exert some of my feelings on people as well as problems that I have, and hopefully I will maintain a level head, and you guys will be ridiculously emtertained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First let's start out with a little about myself. My name is Alicia and I am 19 years old. I have biploar disorder and mild schizophrenia which is probably the most entertaining part of my life. The bipolar genetic trait had only been in the male line of the family and I somehow got it. I'm extremely independent and mildly bitchy but I have one person in my life who is I couldn't possible breathe mentally without and his name is Tyler. I am a freshman at Miami University- Oxford and yes I do fit the "Miami profile" of a person. I am intelligent, I wear Uggs, Northface, and I have a Winter and Summer car. I never went a day in my life without speaking my mind, and I don't ever plan on stopping doing so. I graduated from Princeton High School in the top 20% of my class. I'm extremely bossy and mildly opinionated but I am known as the 'Queen Bee' out of all my crews because I just have that nature to me. I grew up with one parent and she still manages to provide me with whatever I need all while continuing her 10 year long battle with colon cancer. I have 2 older sisters and an older brother. My older brother is older than me by 10 years making him 29. He is bipolar as well. My oldest sister is 23 and is a lesbian, but she has a son. My other older sister in 22, and she is a psycho. I am the baby, as well as the torch carrier. I am the first person of my mother's kids who has finished a full semester of college, and I am also the first to get a full ride to a prestigious college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite movies are Mean Girls, Napoleon Dynamite, and ATL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite colors are pink, red and orange, and purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite drink is Snapple Goji Punch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite TV Show is Law and Order: SVU &amp;amp; Criminal Intent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite youtube video is Scarlet Takes a Tumble...dumb bitch hahah!-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIwTYL1fwJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIwTYL1fwJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   white-space: normal; font-family:arial;font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as well as this crazy bitch on the Marta- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/byOtxwl8iEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byOtxwl8iEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thus a toast to a fantastic year. HAPPY NEW YEAR! and hooray for Barack Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1198340301397935235-8264831742042685198?l=bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/feeds/8264831742042685198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1198340301397935235&amp;postID=8264831742042685198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8264831742042685198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1198340301397935235/posts/default/8264831742042685198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bipolarqueenalicia.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Alicia Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08201488317389770901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7_U3xLi-io/TcRmHlrRKTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/atJDrhtOQXU/s220/kissesferu.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
