tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91809154403650957872024-02-20T14:21:51.902-06:00Silly Stupid High School BlogLexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-53891624329613987402012-04-02T21:07:00.008-05:002012-04-02T21:57:35.187-05:00Participatioins Metals Turn us Into Losers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjdyz9KVjzbqhTIhmuS1sn0oQTJehxbA3DM_qOlIumPKZvASXrtwPBHf5-SL3AfPHMxbTX4zlSgoaF9y0Lqyi9c6mIQFzP3y1QnG2ntv5_96sWWGFraJbWtoGxQQJww0JAYAd6Cb8GHU/s1600/badsport+sandor.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjdyz9KVjzbqhTIhmuS1sn0oQTJehxbA3DM_qOlIumPKZvASXrtwPBHf5-SL3AfPHMxbTX4zlSgoaF9y0Lqyi9c6mIQFzP3y1QnG2ntv5_96sWWGFraJbWtoGxQQJww0JAYAd6Cb8GHU/s320/badsport+sandor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727000994506605298" /></a><br /> Participation metals have turned us all into lazy babies. These comforting awards have made us think that whatever we give is good enough. <br /><br /><br />The truth is, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes we have to learn to work hard and still lose! It starts when we are six years old and we have our first soccer game. No matter what we do on the field our supportive mom ignores the fact we kicked the ball in the wrong goal and says, "Good job honey, let's go get a Happy Meal." And in theory, that's great parenting and I am sure Dr.Phil would be proud. But that won't teach your us to be OK with loosing, how to give 110% and how kick the ball in the right direction because, if I get a juice box and a metal for sucking I am going to be perfectly OK with being lame for the rest of my life. <br /><br /><br /><br /> When we get into college the professors aren't going to care in the slightest bit if we tried hard on the test. If we don't make the grades we will fail. When we get in the work force and have a boss, if we don't do the job right and we don't bring money into the company they won't be happy. And then they'll yell at us. They won't high five us and buy we chicken nuggets because we don't deserve it. We will get the raise and the promotion when we get the job done or win the soccer game. <br /><br /><br /><br /> I compete in Taekwondo tournaments all around the country. When I loose, it's all my fault and my best wasn't good enough. If I don't keep my hands up and get off the line first I walk away with a black eye not a trophy that says "Your a Winner" or "You Tried Your Best". Hopefully this reality check will give me a boost in the real world.<br /><br /><br />So parents, coaches, and teacher, stop babying us. You're only teaching us to be OK with being terrible and we will lose at life because of this. If you keep telling us we are awesome when we are picking our nose on the basketball court how do you expect us to become NBA stars?<br /><br /><br />Now I must get back to watching "Smash" but try to say these three words three times fast out loud and not smile: bubbles, giggle, and hemorrhoids.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-68211520682421668252012-03-11T10:30:00.002-05:002012-03-11T11:04:14.640-05:00Is Technology Keeping Teens out of Trouble?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLVYHJ3tmLBzDwLTiEFTZ_8RTIRIGXktWcuFxyZLKhtXUBgE6zLpuFa9DfJrZRB3MNpqDXIMhd7AgnxmuAXxAAlbdBKkORjK89lPkttp57vQ5W1hJY1h34A63i2BNUkAe8C4fRe5nzJ0/s1600/texting.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLVYHJ3tmLBzDwLTiEFTZ_8RTIRIGXktWcuFxyZLKhtXUBgE6zLpuFa9DfJrZRB3MNpqDXIMhd7AgnxmuAXxAAlbdBKkORjK89lPkttp57vQ5W1hJY1h34A63i2BNUkAe8C4fRe5nzJ0/s320/texting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718670930006186050" /></a><br />What are you doing right now? You're staring at your computer screen. What are you not doing? Driving down highways smashing mailboxes out the window with a baseball bat. That is great for all the mailbox owners but has technology become the 16 year old boys babysitters? Since apps on your massive phone, Facebook, and World of War craft have gotten so popular it's rare you see 15 year old girl hiding in boys bushes spying on their ex-boyfriends new tutor. They can just hacking his Facebook.<br />But is technology ruining our social skills and creativity? Even when teenagers are out and about they are still texting they're cute crush or thinking about the drama at school.<br /><br />There is no escaping this for teenagers. Sure it keeps us out of trouble but I have friends that would rather play Modern Warfare 3 than get a girlfriend. Is it postponing our maturity? Would teens rather live a virtual life then go around living a real one? Kids are so glued to their massive phones but what apps on there do they really need? How is Angry Birds going to help anybody? Technology is taking care of us. Right?<br /><br />Let me know what you think and leave me a comment.<br />Now go out and solve world hunger, kick 13 clowns, and drown a checker piece in hot sauce.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-45110045557722461372012-03-01T22:03:00.004-06:002012-03-01T22:35:48.702-06:00Kitty Kitty Kitty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNggpuFof-ggstHmsOipLx3Nsebx2aJmvlZApWzzauWKb4dt4PazJUjc28ehpFpPWFqTGlNkMLbUdRbS6gRTa9IYzNaH3AS3zKq362_Wtd617afULUY4w1Iu5aX0AfX72DIQVoslpNI0/s1600/kitty.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNggpuFof-ggstHmsOipLx3Nsebx2aJmvlZApWzzauWKb4dt4PazJUjc28ehpFpPWFqTGlNkMLbUdRbS6gRTa9IYzNaH3AS3zKq362_Wtd617afULUY4w1Iu5aX0AfX72DIQVoslpNI0/s320/kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715153741738030978" /></a><br />Cats. I have never been a big fan of them. Their meows are high pitched, they claw you and bite you for no reason, and they knock stuff over and cause a big mess. I have just always been a dog fan. For Christmas my mom decided to get my younger brother a cat. I was not very happy about this. Actually I was really upset. When this little kitten popped it's head up an automatically jumped on my lap my first reaction was to throw it across the room. I resisted my urge and just set her down. I continued on the next few days putting up with Yetti. I just ignored her, I let my younger brother feed her and play with her and I just let her be. Until, she saved my night. <br /><br />A few weeks ago I got home from school and I hated everything, I didn't want to talk to anybody or do anything. I just wanted to lay in my room and cry. I was in my room and felt Yetti's fur on my hand. I started shooing her away but she immediately came back She jumped on my stomach and crawled up my chest and just layed there. She then started purring and petting my face. This seems like an odd thing but it made me feel so much better. There were no claws or teeth. No annoying meows. Just soft fur and a soothing purr. <br /><br />Although I still don't like cats too much, I understand why some people like them so much. And as I write this Yetti is curled up on my lap messing up every other paragraph I type. So to those out there who love their cat, good for you. And those other kitty hatters out there, just ignore them.<br /><br />Thanks for reading! Have a great day handsome pants :)Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-77613580020405554022012-02-01T22:16:00.003-06:002012-02-01T22:54:10.898-06:00Come on Girls!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTn8Mg4PqtwiHbHyQ9gZ5QyLO72D_VvqB22nuIC69t-l4zlw__gKw5Q9F7T3OdaMFMIorcEGJXtCzTOD3nWvLn22las7UxlqSI9rCzAJaaco9sNf_xyEoZOZuCwIdTNolTC0Qwj8VMrA/s1600/joan+jett.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTn8Mg4PqtwiHbHyQ9gZ5QyLO72D_VvqB22nuIC69t-l4zlw__gKw5Q9F7T3OdaMFMIorcEGJXtCzTOD3nWvLn22las7UxlqSI9rCzAJaaco9sNf_xyEoZOZuCwIdTNolTC0Qwj8VMrA/s320/joan+jett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704397078764689810" /></a><br />Hey you guys. Sorry it has been so long since I have written. I have had a huge case of writer's block. But here I am! Back and ready to entertain you with my brilliant words of poetry.<br /><br /><br />I would like to start off by saying Happy National Signing Day!!! <br />I would like to follow that by saying I am very annoyed Arkansas didn't get Dorial Green-Beckham.<br /><br />But I am not writing about football tonight. Instead I am going to vent about pop music's lack of girl rockers. I don't mean rockers as in Kelly Clarkson, or Ke$ha, or Brittney Spears. Those are pop stars. I mean rockers like Joan Jett, Pat Benatar, and Blondie. The raunchy, bad to the bone, full out rockers. The closest pop music now is Pink. I am not downing on Pink because I am a big fan of hers but I mean does it not break your heart that all rocker chicks are gone? I had the privilege of going and seeing Joan Jett and the Blackheats in concert this summer and even for a woman in her 50's she still pulled of the all leather look.<br /><br />Where are the chicks that will punch you in the face while sober? Not the ones that expect roses at her feet and wear cute little dresses. I want "I love Rock n Roll" with killer guitar solos! Not "Boots and Boys"<br /><br />Come on gals. step it up! Go play with the big boys!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-79722400147676672252012-01-19T10:08:00.005-06:002012-01-19T10:28:04.948-06:00Kangaroos. And What Not.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsLOWKKVlFM5-3cb1zalb83WMH1zZubddhsAMgw28WZDsQUGX4DZb3bsrLKNaQ09LjNmrUMVRByDxzYtMgTjTY9luYOPw21OVe-uiyb04E-2iGjEYu1VssoA3GmtoPZ4VDnXjtDCjy28/s1600/kangaroo.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsLOWKKVlFM5-3cb1zalb83WMH1zZubddhsAMgw28WZDsQUGX4DZb3bsrLKNaQ09LjNmrUMVRByDxzYtMgTjTY9luYOPw21OVe-uiyb04E-2iGjEYu1VssoA3GmtoPZ4VDnXjtDCjy28/s320/kangaroo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699380265104294562" /></a><br />I needed to write about something. But I couldn't think of anything. So I am going to tell you a few cool facts on kangaroos. Just because I doubt you knew.<br /><br />Kangaroos are the largest marsupial animals.<br /><br />They were chosen as Australia's representative animal because they are always moving forward and never backwards.<br /><br />There are three different kinds of kangaroos; Eastern Grey, Red, and Western Grey.<br /><br />Kangaroo's have stomachs similar to sheep and cows.<br /><br />Females have their children one at a time.<br /><br />Kangaroo's live in groups called "mobs"<br /><br />Kangaroo comes from the Aboriginal phrase "I don't know"<br /><br />They can weigh up to 200 pounds.<br /><br />They are like camels in the way that they have very little need for water.<br /><br />Male kangaroos are called jacks. <br /><br />So. That was pretty lame. Right? Well e-mail at hampo7@gmail.com , or Facebook, or comment on a blog that may actually entertain you. Unlike kangaroos. <br /><br />Smiley Smiley Smile.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-27874390337043751852012-01-17T18:07:00.003-06:002012-01-17T18:27:33.099-06:00Good Servers are the Bomb<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIiYsECSv8t79gDjnald0fhKdd_T3EtzagMOjNnkAFdYyEwkE0hWo6RZK2W6gJhlLHBQ0DbHKQfVupaZFYVCNm-iE_-mklVqQyNbUXeuJ3dGXmVjhHuHCwRwT5_23gFs5yESQsPDLhhA/s1600/waitress.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIiYsECSv8t79gDjnald0fhKdd_T3EtzagMOjNnkAFdYyEwkE0hWo6RZK2W6gJhlLHBQ0DbHKQfVupaZFYVCNm-iE_-mklVqQyNbUXeuJ3dGXmVjhHuHCwRwT5_23gFs5yESQsPDLhhA/s320/waitress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698761981263121074" /></a><br />I have discovered the new greatest thing ever! Good servers!<br /><br />They just make the entire dinning experience so much better. With a bad server, throughout the entire meal you are wondering whether or not he or she will get the order right, refill your drink, or if they are even going to say anything nice.<br />But a good server! That is an occurrence that should be cherished. They just give you a feeling that no matter how bad the conversation with your friend gets, at least you will have a waiter or waitress.<br /><br />I went to eat at Olive Garden this past weekend with a friend of mine and the waitress I had was just the most adorable thing. It was an older woman with gray hair and old lady glasses. She was so smiley and sweet. She cracked jokes and complimented us. She suggested me a soup, and even called my friend a handsome gentleman.<br /><br />So to all of the servers that read my blog: don't be so serious, have some fun and try to connect with your dinners.<br /><br />And to my customers: be nice and grateful to your server. And tip well!<br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks for reading! Keep smiling Hot Springs, ArkansasLexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-90488499070736385422012-01-11T21:04:00.003-06:002012-01-11T21:34:48.572-06:0020 Things That Make Me Happy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Dcro7vjLfqt5QCOcebINfqDcYLAevHl_UYyl8IPQl2CdberARfvBN5SqgszoSsG4gnyRbq3k_ieFqvI7FMtwCgerMGJN6iyy7MbINnvQ4YmYVgh7gklDEwHruOnAkF0yZ9JNqMoQ2co/s1600/cyborg.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 79px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Dcro7vjLfqt5QCOcebINfqDcYLAevHl_UYyl8IPQl2CdberARfvBN5SqgszoSsG4gnyRbq3k_ieFqvI7FMtwCgerMGJN6iyy7MbINnvQ4YmYVgh7gklDEwHruOnAkF0yZ9JNqMoQ2co/s320/cyborg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696583828268059186" /></a><br />1. Bubble wrap<br />Always has. Always will<br />2. Cursing with a British accent<br />It just sounds so proper.<br />3.Seeing a cat not land on it's feet<br />It's a disgrace to the feline race.<br />4. Heated arguments over stupid stuff<br />"No! I wore pink yesterday" <br />5. Terrible songs we can't help but like<br />"I like big butts and I can not lie"<br />6. Screaming high school coaches<br />It's just a game<br />7. Ugly dogs <br />It's so ugly you think it's cute<br />8. People that quote Dr. Seuss<br />They may not know anything. But just for a moment you think they're profound<br />9. Our national anthem<br />Yea. It's just great!<br />10. Old men in tiny shorts<br />It's gross but you gotta give them props. What a man.<br />11. Slime<br />Simplicity that keeps you entertained for hours.<br />12. Hand clap thingies that every elementary girl does at some point in her life<br />Apple sticks they make me sick.<br />13.Skipping school for the horse races<br />Come on Zippidy Doodat!Go number 7.<br />14. Afros<br />Way to be awesome! I want a high-five now.<br />15. Hot baths and candles<br />Even alone they're so peaceful<br />16. My legs after I shave them<br />So so so smooth.<br />17. First glass of milk in the carton<br />Freshest thing out there.<br />18. Terrible acting<br />You watch and think. They get paid how much? For that?<br />19. Mom's that say inappropriate things<br />"You two would make such cute babies"<br />20. Punching stuff<br />BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><3 Leave me a comment please! <br />or e-mail me at hampo7@gmail.com<br />or find me on da face-idy-book<br /><br /><br />If you don't I will come to your house and hide under your bed. Muhahaha<br /><br />PS. It's a cyborg smiley!!!!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-44291359805899231062012-01-10T21:24:00.003-06:002012-01-10T21:56:52.596-06:00Offended Instead of Flattered<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfqa2tZ19RYJQhGA8VABU5ZEkGaZ_y4Hyn_lSpZ518wljCqWYMfq3GgSQNFcrK4n0x80huh4tFXDPtUBwNJeIkLQZXUlCNqqxtQIwoP4cRTICZUGj7HAOjuwWPHIwD_uGJxDE5kmxXbE/s1600/romantic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfqa2tZ19RYJQhGA8VABU5ZEkGaZ_y4Hyn_lSpZ518wljCqWYMfq3GgSQNFcrK4n0x80huh4tFXDPtUBwNJeIkLQZXUlCNqqxtQIwoP4cRTICZUGj7HAOjuwWPHIwD_uGJxDE5kmxXbE/s320/romantic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696215811018601906" /></a><br />I was watching the news and this story comes up about a women suing a police officer for stalking or harassment or something like that. The story is: after pulling her over the officer went and found out who she was and where she lived. Then he left a note on her door saying something along the lines of, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I pulled you over. I feel like I owe you dinner for fining you. Do you want to get dinner. PS I get it if you don't want to go out with me." Or something like that and my first thought was what a bad word for suing. She is literally suing the man for being a hopeless romantic. I don't understand! I mean this is the ultra compliment. The officer put his job on the line by finding her. <br />And she sues!?<br /><br />So I got to thinking and I realized, girls do it ALL THE TIME! Way too often I hear my girlfriends saying, "Oh my gosh! This 10 year old keeps calling me beautiful. I mean I barely know him. How creepy." But it isn't creepy. It's sweet! These guys, of all ages, put their pride and dignity aside just so they can call girls beautiful, or pretty, or even the guys who don't know what to say so they call them a sexy chick. It's a compliment girls so stop sticking your noses up about it. <br /><br />And to make it even worse I then hear the same girls complaining about how guys aren't romantic enough. And girls say they think they are ugly and fat. Yes, the same girls that have guys calling them sweet things are worried about being ugly and fat. <br /><br />I guess some women just can't appreciate what they have in front of them, tons of guys being oober nice. And all you can say is how creepy? I mean come on. I bet the women suing is the same way and always complaining about the lack of romantics the world. Well there ya go. I hope she is happy now. <br /><br />So, I give total kudos to all the men out there that are still being nice and trying to impress that certain somebody. I appreciate you guys. And I am always up for hearing nice things, so feel free to call me hot stuff. It will still make my day.<br /><br />Thanks for reading! Go read some more now. Rumor is it makes you smarter. But who knows?Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-67313122483310694872012-01-08T13:29:00.004-06:002012-01-08T14:22:09.777-06:00Boobies and Pink<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ265tLjl5E5kCztV_xQONLU07yFNtho_LR_8Fa0DuZ4s2yUhFNDruVV4eINTwL0zRNDDxIAkEWBCHGTrUZS5BbxjFgFNOHOF60EKE48yM1VEoRzaVEWXK9jMtiBR_0-AC4yK8YZpET30/s1600/pink.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ265tLjl5E5kCztV_xQONLU07yFNtho_LR_8Fa0DuZ4s2yUhFNDruVV4eINTwL0zRNDDxIAkEWBCHGTrUZS5BbxjFgFNOHOF60EKE48yM1VEoRzaVEWXK9jMtiBR_0-AC4yK8YZpET30/s320/pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695359071905385970" /></a><br />What are the two things that come to mind when you think Victoria's Secret? The color pink and boobs right!?<br />Now when you think of the color pink and boobs you think about breast cancer awareness. Don't you? <br />My big question for the day is why hasn't Victoria's Secret teamed up with breast cancer awareness. No two groups love boobies and pink pride more than they do. They go hand in hand and it just seems like one of those "duh" ideas. Just imagine that fundraiser; tons of gorgeous women strutting their stuff down a lighted catwalk with the breast cancer awareness ribbon on their bra straps tons of men and women would pay to see that. <br />Victoria's Secrets could raise more money for breast cancer awareness than any other company in the world. And it would make them look like they care about more than lacy panties and silky jammies. It shows that they care about the women in them too!<br /><br />So come on Victoria Angels! Help out some.<br /><br />PS when I googled Victoria's Secret breast cancer awareness I saw that they already have gotten together. Good job! Glad somebody listens to me :)Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-36122845811621937092011-12-17T10:45:00.004-06:002011-12-17T11:18:20.550-06:00Girls Night<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbkoyXdu1KtR0QfjdavEvhKuu6jTIw061kUuhZqI_FkAPhie1vbRaSZy-UvyU6TCQcgwrLi5mmQLmzRTPRJnzVesfy6E4P8bVQSItDy1bAOnw-b8ZoRkloR8lvx9sg_5UV89P-39Jdjg/s1600/Scary-movie-watching.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbkoyXdu1KtR0QfjdavEvhKuu6jTIw061kUuhZqI_FkAPhie1vbRaSZy-UvyU6TCQcgwrLi5mmQLmzRTPRJnzVesfy6E4P8bVQSItDy1bAOnw-b8ZoRkloR8lvx9sg_5UV89P-39Jdjg/s320/Scary-movie-watching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687147814651430402" /></a><br />Lately I have been spending a lot of time with Ethan (my boyfriend of almost 4 months). We go out to eat, or we watch a movie at my house, or we yell strange things at hoodlums in the walmart parking lot. We have a lot of fun. But because of the time spent with him I haven't had much girl time. <br /><br />Last night. I decided to change that.<br /><br />I had four girls over at my house last night we rented some movies, bought a thing of cheesedip, some brownie mix, and a 2 litter of Mountain Dew. We were set! The first movie we attempted to watch last night was a zombie movie, Land of the Dead or something. We were hoping it would be a ligit, brain-shooting, rotting guts, zombie's in wells, kind of movie. But we couldn't make it past the first 20 minutes of a cheerleader zombie and one with a trombone. <br /><br />We watched The Haunting in Conneticut as it began to get darker. My house is already creepy enough to people who aren't used to it. So watching a movie about a house made of dead bodies didn't help our case much. Espicially when it is based on a true story.<br />Tara and Alexis screamed so loud. And to freak them out Katie just screamed at bizzare and awkward moments. I ended up going outside to the window by our TV and jumping out at them and scaring the living watermellon out of them.<br /><br />At a party, when all fails, play Truth of Dare. No party is complete without at least one person doing something stupid. I ended up gargaling and drinking a concoction of pickle juice, apple juice, and red wine vinngegertte and Alexis had to belly flop on my trampoline, without a shirt on, in the cold. <br /><br />So girls, no matter how wonderful and amazing your boyfriends are don't forget about your friends! <br />And parents, if you are going to let your daughter have 4 friends over and 5 acres to be stupid don't expect a little havic not to occur.<br /><br />Thanks for reading! Leave me a comment! <br /><br />O and by the way....I hid under your porch. Because I love you >:)Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-17580709782173273452011-12-06T19:24:00.002-06:002011-12-06T19:43:51.070-06:00LMSLMS-Like my status. This translates in my mind to, "I am self absorbed and want more attention". <br /><br />For those who don't know what I am talking about, many people put their status's on Facebook LMS if I have ever made you smile. Or LMS and I will tell you one truth about you. And man this bugs me.<br /><br />With the like my status if I have ever made you smile, or if you are really my friend I think the condescending teenagers just like hearing how great they are and how many people like them. So the people who put those up are 1 of three possibilities: self absorbed, under appreciated, or bored and out of ways to entertain themselves.<br /><br />The LMS and I will tell you a truth is just as bad if not worse than the other LMS's. When you like a status saying that it is basically saying, "Hey! Come hurt my feelings! I don't mind." No matter how well you know a person, if you ask somebody to tell you a truth about you there is a very large possibility that the comment won't be nice. People of this generation find "the truth" to act as an outlet to be rude and get away with it. <br /><br />That is all I have to say on LMS. I hope you stop your silly habits of posting them because they're also insanely annoying! Now my fellow fools! Go enjoy your life because well who wants a sucky life?Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-53397732637296980852011-12-05T21:46:00.003-06:002011-12-05T22:12:44.646-06:00It Ticks Me Off! My Boys Desere Better!I know it has been a while since I have written. Sorry about that. But since I am back I am more inspired than ever!<br /><br />I want to address this blog to all those insanely pretty girls out there. You may be gorgeous and phenomenal in every way but no matter what, you aren't that important and you have no right to treat all of my close guy friends like poop! It isn't nice and it ticks me off! So cut it out! Lately a friend of mine, *Bob* has been coming to me asking for help, advice, and my famous comforting hugs. Poor Bob is sweet, handsome, and only wants the best. He could honestly get any girl he wanted. The one girl his heart is set on, however does not seem to care at all for him. He continues to text me asking me what he is doing wrong and all I can do is reassure him that it isn't him. What it seems to me is his girlfriend is too full of herself and too immature to think about Bob's feelings. It breaks my heart to see Bob going through this. In the long run no guy will ever stay with you if you continue to think you are the biggest thing that came out since the iPhone. If you aren't nice to the people that do like you, you won't get very far in life. Treasure what you have because every time you are mean to them there is a good chance you are pushing them into another girls arms. <br /><br /><br />Moral of the story. BE NICE! O, and no matter how purple the rock, it won't run a 5K.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-49927989527822276382011-11-09T16:29:00.007-06:002011-11-09T16:48:17.238-06:00Justin, the Twitter Bird.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwaDfmJNlEsmQ2kOoy41JOxp7qdKWNVSG9-wP8aJzGwK2u9fsQ-_-csUvoSkhe7b-7C9opqNX9EbvMOZu_CxQ4hQ5pLKQPsb7HaZJnAcd-6vpmHP2sTYP_85tWCeajtKzvxDvPMZhN9o/s1600/new_twitter_bird_vector_by_eagl0r-d2yth6g.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwaDfmJNlEsmQ2kOoy41JOxp7qdKWNVSG9-wP8aJzGwK2u9fsQ-_-csUvoSkhe7b-7C9opqNX9EbvMOZu_CxQ4hQ5pLKQPsb7HaZJnAcd-6vpmHP2sTYP_85tWCeajtKzvxDvPMZhN9o/s320/new_twitter_bird_vector_by_eagl0r-d2yth6g.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673131631903113842" /></a><br />Today I was told to write a blog about my friend Justin Gunnoe. I didn't think I was actually going to do it, but here I am, writing about Justin Gunnoe. He was telling me how addicted he was to Twitter, the Hunting Channel, and cheese sticks in 3rd period today. Those are terrible things to be addicted to! I told him this and to my surprise he was actually offended. He began to explain the reasons why he loved all of them. He told me Sonics cheese sticks were the best, and that they were like love in his mouth. He couldn't explain to me why he likes the Hunting Channel, all he said was he blamed his dad. But Twitter caught my attention the most. He went on telling me about how often he is on Twitter and how it runs up his phone bill. All I could say was, "Really? Twitter? That is a stalkers paradise. What is so great about Twitter?"<br />I have a Twitter but I am rarely on it because I find better things to do with my time then to Tweet all the time. But then in 5th period I realized how often I have incredible, brilliant, and world changing thoughts that I forgot before I had time to tell anybody about them. I suppose that is what Twitter is for, to get your thoughts out before you forget them. So I guess I will get back on Twitter, just so I can share my knowledge about life with all the unfortunate, lousy, losers out there who are no good at thinking so they decide to follow me. <br /><br />So there you are Justin, a blog about you. Now stop head-butting me!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-67152531148787390392011-11-02T21:15:00.004-05:002011-11-02T21:58:34.433-05:00I'm no therapist, but I like to think I am pretty smart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd61st6WMPayJ34ACtHUQD5ZIETWtxZmIUp-jlSeqpLC4403qHbWKqPr0Kcu7ZHZfCO_3HWQx5z5w98tYQIOWkpfyUzsZN4rJePB_pwu1Rk4a5aGTcyeKO2l2pEHuqZmhg062KH_6yt04/s1600/childupsetREX010606_228x315.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd61st6WMPayJ34ACtHUQD5ZIETWtxZmIUp-jlSeqpLC4403qHbWKqPr0Kcu7ZHZfCO_3HWQx5z5w98tYQIOWkpfyUzsZN4rJePB_pwu1Rk4a5aGTcyeKO2l2pEHuqZmhg062KH_6yt04/s320/childupsetREX010606_228x315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670598489375842706" /></a><br />Ok, so I have had a past couple of crummy days, eh...weeks. But, I have discovered some really good ways to get yourself together when it seems nothing is going your way. And although it may not cure your problems some things can just change your mind set completely. <br /><br />First of all, you can change your day before it even happens. Whether your day is good or bad can be altered by a different mind set. When you wake up and you jump in your steaming shower, instead of dreading the test 2nd period, think about having a good day. Convince yourself it is going to be a good day. That can have a large effect on the outcome of your day. <br /><br />Ok, now imagine you find out your boyfriend of 3 years was cheating on you with your best friend. Some girls find that the best solution to heartbreak is stuffing your face with chocolates as a comforting substitute, watching sappy, gross, love-dovey movies (which I don't understand), and crying on your mom's shoulder. In my experience, a great way to get any anger emotions out is throwing eggs. I have gone through 3 dozen when I had to deal with a dumb little girl who decided she wanted to ruin my life. Luckily, I threw the eggs instead of punching her in the face like I wanted to. <br /><br />I LOVE to sleep. If I could, I would eat and sleep all the time. Unfortunately, I do not like being fat. But other then making you fat, sleeping is a great way to blow off steam. I do a lot of my best thinking sleeping (if that makes sense at all). I do this all the time and it drives my friends NUTS! If am in a "text argument" and about to blow up on somebody for their ignorance or lack of common courtesy I will simply ignore the text and go to sleep. Yea, it is pretty childish but I think most people would rather that then the other choice which is me blowing up on them like nobodies business. <br /><br />Last but not least, take your I-pod and go for a walk/run. Not only does the exercise release endorphins, but listening to your I-pod lets you hear other peoples problems that they have decided to sing about. I love sweating when I am upset. In my mind it lets me rid my body of the sad and upset toxins. Even though I know it isn't logical at all, it still gives me a mental excuse to burn off the chocolate from that break-up.<br /><br />So! Recap! Throw eggs, sleep, run! And there you have it, a happy human being! Isn't that better then paying a load of money to have a therapist tell you your days have just sucked? I think so. Your welcome!!!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-76013574434989597952011-10-27T17:39:00.003-05:002011-10-27T18:00:36.703-05:00Excuses ExcusesDear excuse makers,<br /><br />This one's for you. <br />Did you know that excuses don't fix anything? If not then this blog may be an eye opeaner. People that continuously make excuses for every little thing are just annoying! And it isn't just parents and teachers that it bothers (although they are the ones that gennerally get onto you for making excuses) but as a friend I can't stand to hear lousy reason after lousy reason. If you are twenty minutes late meeting me, instead of saying, "Oh my goodness I had homework and I forgot, the traffic was terrible, and my mom kept getting onto me for every little thing" All I want to do is tell you to shut up and apologize. I think that is the worst part, when somebody makes all these excuses and dosn't apologize! It drives me absoulutly nuts. I just want to hit them with a sledge hammer!<br /><br />All excuses do is make you look immature, pathetic, and irresponsible. Sometimes people mess up, it is just part of life but not having the nerve to get over yourself and fess up. I mean come on. <br /><br />Well I hope this blog changes your look on life and everything else you ever thought you knew. Glad I could help! <br />Look at this new cute face ---> !.! it's like a little robot face! Thanks for reading leave me a comment would ya?Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-26949724365362169042011-10-26T16:25:00.003-05:002011-10-26T16:39:50.898-05:00Bad luckGuest written by our friend Mason Abbott<br /><br />I am probably the unluckiest person alive. I do not know why I am so unlucky. I try not to dwell on it, but sometimes it starts to bother me. For example, last week I was enjoying reading a book on a pleasant, rainy day. The storm was very relaxing and I was enjoying my book. Then, all of the sudden lightning strikes a tree outside and it bursts into flames. I guess the electric current traveled through the ground and into the house because the next thing I know the alarm is going off. I have read all the <a href="http://www.totalalarmsystems.com/">alarm system saftey</a> guides and I know electricity is dangerous. But I needed to turn off the alarm, I hit the correct buttons, but the current shocked my fingers so bad I was thrown to the ground. How does this happen? Why did a relaxing day turn into a nightmare? The only explanation is that I am unlucky. I honestly cannot think of another excuse. Perhaps I should go get a horseshoe or a lucky penny. Something needs to change because I am not sure how much longer I can take bad luck.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-54033664419989495052011-10-16T11:50:00.008-05:002011-10-16T12:58:25.537-05:00ADVENTURE TIME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOI-6prPShMh-RcUBFGju41EdRA7931AF0-bxYOIAO39yLRp1kWsWKZJpCoc_AMrNac31vdSb-VECOk_hAuTdDxsMNA2yyrPp2qpIyeAQCXrngaDshUz6vZhBymwvp_1M1EcNkhFnP5g/s1600/CIMG0038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOI-6prPShMh-RcUBFGju41EdRA7931AF0-bxYOIAO39yLRp1kWsWKZJpCoc_AMrNac31vdSb-VECOk_hAuTdDxsMNA2yyrPp2qpIyeAQCXrngaDshUz6vZhBymwvp_1M1EcNkhFnP5g/s200/CIMG0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664139967382460434" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyfT7DYhdUmWvuycUGDl-FFW1JfQdUuZMKUw7PPQ_qceIVxz0QJRhVwDKwf8oPiaWKJsB-35i9wN3NtA05xbsqBmdYszgS9Pbhv044Nwdh6L5hvBFHE5U4wDnbUEVHR3mD91LyYlU3pU/s1600/CIMG0037.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyfT7DYhdUmWvuycUGDl-FFW1JfQdUuZMKUw7PPQ_qceIVxz0QJRhVwDKwf8oPiaWKJsB-35i9wN3NtA05xbsqBmdYszgS9Pbhv044Nwdh6L5hvBFHE5U4wDnbUEVHR3mD91LyYlU3pU/s200/CIMG0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664139817644925410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGK6gHSSJM8g5o0TDV6zSyU6Nlh1sKfbMo8r_3A7l8Zz2Z46RKyhrpmwltVbQjAgTuxg60Zm9cR-akwKyYzNp3ilJUdRuEsi0O6VpQJ10sJBTUl97ywrbHXA3t0_wh_x5l4P6_NGzekOY/s1600/CIMG0035.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGK6gHSSJM8g5o0TDV6zSyU6Nlh1sKfbMo8r_3A7l8Zz2Z46RKyhrpmwltVbQjAgTuxg60Zm9cR-akwKyYzNp3ilJUdRuEsi0O6VpQJ10sJBTUl97ywrbHXA3t0_wh_x5l4P6_NGzekOY/s200/CIMG0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664139574128577458" /></a><br />Hey you guys I'm sorry it has been a while since I have posted. I have had a crazy busy schedule lately! <br /><br />But today I want to talk to you about something REALLY important!<br />ADVENTURE TIME! Yea, I said it. Adventure Time, the best cartoon out there! The subject came to me when Ethan (my incredible boyfriend) bought me the Jake the Dog hat at Spencer's yesterday. The reactions I got on it were insanely diverse.<br />From the adults I got "Why do you have a dog on your head?", "What's up with it's eyes?", and a whole bunch of awkward chuckles. Parents didn't seem to be too fond of my incredible hat! <br /><br />But anybody that was under the age of 30 thought it was the coolest thing! They asked me where I got it, told me Ethan is the most amazing boyfriend on the planet, and told me they were planning on stealing it. Now, I know that a lot of those kids were Adventure Time "posers" meaning they don't really keep up with the show they just think the characters are cute and the sayings they read on the shirts are funny; like "Shmowzow", "Algebraic", "Flip what the zip", and "Slam a cow". But ,that is OK with me. <br /><br />Ethan brought me home last night and my mom just flat out couldn't take me seriously with it on and it was even worse seeing Ethan wearing it and imagining he got nine tackles the night before. It got me thinking what is it that ages 7-28 love the show but any "real" adults just don't get it. It doesn't bother them like screaming Sponge bob, they just don't see why we all love it. <br /><br />The reason I love it is because it is so bizarre, it has an insanely simple theme song consisting of a ukulele and vocals but then the show is just out of the blue. One of my friends tried to describe it as going on an acid trip without having to. Between the unicorn made up of a rainbow, little candy people who live in a candy city that giant women try to eat, and bad guys that will turn poor people into a foot just to prove to them that he is a good for nothing jerk, and how delicious tofu human is I guess the reason we like it is because it is like the story books our parents used to tell us, just to more of an extreme. <br /><br />Well comment your opinions! I'm curious to hear what you guys have to say about it!<br />Go be wonderful and amazing like Ethan, then kick a cardboard piano out of jealousy.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-36811743033185367392011-10-09T19:13:00.008-05:002011-10-09T20:25:19.839-05:00Why do people like me???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DdkK_zS0TG32grLMnJfz54L-huD5bXHA2RSHo-2yhyphenhyphenO9dgq7CLk2V8ZBzf7RjCg46T3Bri0oqdxkqwDlcRy3ubktVZvCng5ul9ZDqlve6Q-mKTPUV7t5TWDZhZecA4q1lwaO_RaQKAA/s1600/girls2.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DdkK_zS0TG32grLMnJfz54L-huD5bXHA2RSHo-2yhyphenhyphenO9dgq7CLk2V8ZBzf7RjCg46T3Bri0oqdxkqwDlcRy3ubktVZvCng5ul9ZDqlve6Q-mKTPUV7t5TWDZhZecA4q1lwaO_RaQKAA/s320/girls2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661668191481134178" /></a><br />I have so many friends. I have the most amazing and incredible friends! They are fun, and kind, and more then I could ask for! My biggest question is why do they love me? I don't understand it. <br /><br />I mean, I am narcissistic and pretty sure I am the best thing on this planet. I am crazy bossy, so much my friends call me Rachel after the motherly like figure on FRIENDS. I am notorious for being anti-romance. I have the hardest time sitting through any Nicholas Sparks book/movie.And the list just goes on and on. I guess my friends are crazy. O and I also have this problem where I don't understand something I tend to blame everybody else.<br /><br />My boyfriend loves me. Lucky me! He loves me just as much as my friends do. That weirdo! He puts up with me even though I am more violent then a teenage boy. But Ethan puts an end to that quickly because anytime I try to beat him up he just throws me over his shoulder. He deals with my insane competitiveness, I am probably worse then the average NFL coach. And he somehow listens to each and every word I say to him. Or at least pretends to listen. And man do I talk a lot (hence me beginning a blog).<br /><br />I got this trait from my mom where we just want to fix everything. Whether it is our problem or not. Like if I am at the movie theater and the movie is too loud or too quite, I am the one that goes up to the people behind the counter selling the popcorn and lets them know. I guess that can come in handy eventually in life.<br /><br />So to all the people that know and love me, please don't stop loving me because I would be no where without you guys.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-22756448015078421222011-10-06T20:05:00.005-05:002011-10-06T21:08:56.407-05:00Why We Love Homecoming<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8c3RKtmhDhsE08sPJYKHRiP1jWyF20TGX5A6HMaPAHa8WihtI7kJntKuCml1dyWnZHlqAzW-0MDvFsGjdLgFUJjDZzawzsQ46zxtuVKDZG9Xn2JBX5AsSvnaDuTM0E89UyombDr4jhY/s1600/people_dancing.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8c3RKtmhDhsE08sPJYKHRiP1jWyF20TGX5A6HMaPAHa8WihtI7kJntKuCml1dyWnZHlqAzW-0MDvFsGjdLgFUJjDZzawzsQ46zxtuVKDZG9Xn2JBX5AsSvnaDuTM0E89UyombDr4jhY/s320/people_dancing.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660566339586406306" /></a><br />I am so PUMPED! Homecoming at my high school is tomorrow night! I got a real pretty dress, a shiny pair of shoes, and a whole bunch of dangle jewelry. I didn't have to go out and buy new clothes, I just wanted to. Most of my friends are actually going in jeans and t-shirts. There will be a whole bunch of muddy boots on the dance floor and that is perfectly OK at my little Arkansas school. The dance won't be big and formal, it is just for fun! We will all have a great time at the football game before the dance. The homecoming maids will be all dressed up in the middle of the turf before the game,looking gorgeous. Everybody will laugh and cheer on their Cobras. The entire event will bring the students closer to one another, we will all get to dance and hang out together til midnight and it will be wonderful! <br /><br />My boyfriend texted me and was so excited because he cleaned out his truck for me. It is a little thing but it just put the biggest smile on my face. So if little schools like Fountain Lake have taught me it's just to enjoy the little things. Not everything has to be a big blow out party where everybody is dressed up and everything runs smoothly. Enjoy the "Walmart Moments" because life is full of them!<br /><br />Thanks for reading! Leaving me a comment telling me how beautiful and brilliant I am!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-12821812110573756022011-10-04T15:57:00.013-05:002011-10-04T21:40:45.424-05:00It Makes Me Feel Pretty!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguituJ6ZLPQKrIvz2osdeN7Qi1d8G935cZIMTC9XCZ0Lde5EnzMfVuN8ZnLKHn3iSWjO0VRvl3H72M9OBaUNw15pSU5isP77VI2kMgl3VG4Y5BQiOaRQbDH9YsI9rVrzb9ZcjfhPljvgI/s1600/uwearztoomuch128636629306292299.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguituJ6ZLPQKrIvz2osdeN7Qi1d8G935cZIMTC9XCZ0Lde5EnzMfVuN8ZnLKHn3iSWjO0VRvl3H72M9OBaUNw15pSU5isP77VI2kMgl3VG4Y5BQiOaRQbDH9YsI9rVrzb9ZcjfhPljvgI/s320/uwearztoomuch128636629306292299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659832430608969650" /></a><br />I want to start by clearing something up for all of my readers. <br />Make-up is (or should be) used to enhance your appearance, not cover it up. <br />If you interview a group of guys no matter what age or personal background, I promise you, over half of them will say they like little to no make-up, over the "raccoon" look. Who wants those teenage girls roaming the mall who have black eye liner down to their nose, layers of foundation that makes them 3 shades darker, and eye shadow the color of the sky up to their eyebrows. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.canadapost.ca/shopper/makeup-cosmetics/pc/68">Cosmetics</a> are great, I love them they make me feel prettier and I can use it to cover-up my flaws or to bring out my good features.<br /><br />If you have blue eyes why would you spend hours applying tons of dark colors all around your eyes? That hides your natural beauty. If you have naturally thin long eyelashes, don't put a lot of mascara on. I mean why use bat poop when you already have the lashes? <br /><br />Most make-up is meant to be put on in little proportions and in the correct manner to make you look better. There are a lot of woman out there that are anti-make up. I get where they are coming. I get that that is "who you are" and you shouldn't have to change, but I don't see what is wrong with enhancing looks. It is just like wearing flattering clothes. They don't change your body any more then sweats do, they just bring out your natural beauty. Hey, I look better in jeans and a cute take top than I do in overalls. That doesn't make me a sell out.<br /><br />So thank you for reading! And keep reading, I like the attention.<br />Now go and read a neon sign, o and check out this website :)Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-4544950266216367092011-10-02T21:46:00.003-05:002011-10-02T22:08:33.462-05:00Can't Sing But I Can Wiggle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mv2IlHY4Lk6GG1eO6Ku6lbh1iD4Sz-ZfmSQ7VPVhuwpPtjaMZtaz7OosCyO3AerfPb-FnJFiNEsqGhkABu1-VWthun7j0t9apNgQrEJ5MuhQ-Ask0-P2Z8luljp221IlSNuPzdca8ps/s1600/Adele_-_21.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mv2IlHY4Lk6GG1eO6Ku6lbh1iD4Sz-ZfmSQ7VPVhuwpPtjaMZtaz7OosCyO3AerfPb-FnJFiNEsqGhkABu1-VWthun7j0t9apNgQrEJ5MuhQ-Ask0-P2Z8luljp221IlSNuPzdca8ps/s320/Adele_-_21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659097323242908754" /></a><br />For a while I have had a saying that I use probably about once a week.<br />"Life would be a lot easier if I could sing." And it is true! So many things would just come easier and be really nice if only I even had a moderately pleasant voice. But no, I got my voice from my mom and it is no good. Just today I experienced 4situations where I thought, Man I wish I could sing! <br /><br />This morning when I was in church I was standing in the pews and began singing the hymn along with the rest of the church and my mom just started laughing at my voice. It was depressing! And back behind me I have this mother daughter duo with matched voices that were right on key. And here me and mom are, tone death losers.<br /><br />This afternoon I was in the car with mom, my younger brother, and Sandor's friends brother (one of my good friends) who just has a wonderful voice and Adele's newest song came on. I love this song and know every word to it but can I hit those notes? Of course not!<br /><br />And tonight I had youth group and I was trying to teach some members in my church the beginning verses to the song Hallelujah and it was so embarrassing. My voice sounded terrible. Life would be easier if I could sing.<br /><br />Last I tried to sing happy birthday to my mom today. That didn't go too well, but luckily I was surrounded by a bunch of loud, off key, vocalists.<br /><br />So to all of those cool cats with the killer voices. Shut up JERK!<br />And to all those out there like me. Keep with the band!<br />Now my fellow shoe wearers, go drink some coffee, put on some booty shorts and dance like you can't sing! :)Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-7380957428948858022011-09-26T20:40:00.003-05:002011-09-26T21:08:49.746-05:00Why I Love Zombies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveYID6Ejrs38mE89Ez8hyphenhyphenMobImG5IVVILlDbkvVdg_5nb1UwyvCvPAo74OzvCtE8J5Q-lVo1cQwiQQe6Rp3B4lsxj0rbnQaLZcWFNhcHDxBGden3XXp_yEpNe4gy1c2QBQPxP0slmKuo/s1600/real+zombies.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveYID6Ejrs38mE89Ez8hyphenhyphenMobImG5IVVILlDbkvVdg_5nb1UwyvCvPAo74OzvCtE8J5Q-lVo1cQwiQQe6Rp3B4lsxj0rbnQaLZcWFNhcHDxBGden3XXp_yEpNe4gy1c2QBQPxP0slmKuo/s320/real+zombies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656855560771726162" /></a><br />So out of the blue in the past year or so zombies have become very popular, and I am perfectly OK with that. Zombies are just the greatest. End of story. There are so many reasons to love them that you just can't help it.<br /><br />The first reason to love zombies is there is a type of zombie for every kind of person.<br /><br />There are the cute zombies that are in "zombie love". They're the one's holding hands with hearts all around them and their organs falling out of their body.<br />There are the gory zombies that the mega gamers want to shoot in the head so they can see brains, and eye balls cover the refrigerator. <br />And then there are the original zombies. The ones that are in the classic black and white movies that are slow moving, disease ridden, flesh hungry and generally in suits. I wonder if the epidemic began in an IRS building. <br /><br />Another reason to love zombies is unless they are right there locked in the same room as you, you can't be afraid of them. They aren't like vampires that will track you down and can out run you. They aren't like werewolves, astounding, animal senses. They just want to eat your face. Can you really blame them for that? I mean just look at you!<br /><br />And finally, zombies don't try too hard. Unlike vampires, and werewolves, and Frankenstein. Zombies just let it all hang out. They don't try to be super sexy and win the girl. They aren't going around searching for the villagers approval. They don't try and stop their human craving. They are just hungry. <br /><br />So I am in full support of zombies! I hope you are too. And remember if you see a zombie eating road kill.RUN OVER IT...TWICE! Rule number 4 in Zombieland's 32 Rules of Survival,Double tap!<br /><br />Go hug a zombie!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-2640073744961187802011-09-25T22:38:00.003-05:002011-09-25T22:56:09.629-05:00Come here Sparky<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPXaJnOsXVLclrENx7BMG18UDEeNgGQ7cm8C_7ONK7zKWdmvl4Nou-Cu1-Z08Mp7mLaXzdTqyLUcKQo1Uj0NftHz3Rcw-vwtgU9jJArQ1Ct5G9Hx6FxRLohatJ0XA-eHCqAM8acIHy4U/s1600/horse.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPXaJnOsXVLclrENx7BMG18UDEeNgGQ7cm8C_7ONK7zKWdmvl4Nou-Cu1-Z08Mp7mLaXzdTqyLUcKQo1Uj0NftHz3Rcw-vwtgU9jJArQ1Ct5G9Hx6FxRLohatJ0XA-eHCqAM8acIHy4U/s320/horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656512122914906882" /></a><br />I'm back!<br />Sorry it has been so long since I have posted.<br /><br />Here is a story my wonderful, beautiful, amazing, momma told me about one of her friends.<br />Alright so my mom's friend George and his younger sister Veronica everyday would walk up their drive-way after school and see their pet horse, Sparky. The two kids would bring Sparky sugar cubes and apples, and brush his hair, and pet him, and all that good stuff. One Friday afternoon after school Veronica went to pet Sparky and out of the blue he bit her hand. This was very out of the ordinary but it didn't hurt too much. The horses bite drew a little blood but George wasn't too worried. The next week the two kids went up to the fence and Veronica held out an apple and called Sparky. Made the clicking noises "Sparky come here Sparky". When the horse got close and began to reach for the crisp red apple, BANG! Veronica punches Sparky square in the face and says, "Now we're even Sparky". <br /><br />So, the moral of the story is be cautious of the hand that feeds you. <br />Hope you have a wonderful night my fellow dummy's!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-84397875838129819462011-09-21T19:04:00.005-05:002011-09-21T20:26:08.771-05:00GO NERDS!!!OK. It is time I write about something that isn't about me. What I say may surprise you. But this is about the kids that get "bullied". At Fountain Lake and around this area it isn't the scrawny, nerdy, or intelligent kids that everybody makes fun of. No, to tell you the truth, it is the obnoxious, rude, arrogant kids everybody laughs at and wants to beat down, simply because they are super annoying, especially when they go on and on and on about how cool they are. <br /> When guys continually talk about how manly they are, and how they can get any girl they want by showing off their "hard core" fighting skills we rol our eyes and want to throw chairs at them in English. And usually these guys can't fight at all. When they do fight, it's ugly. pathetic and embarassing. Hearing those guys brag just makes everybody want to beat them up because we don't want to hear it!<br /> The kids that are class president and make straight A's, well, we all love them because they are generally nice, they don't brag all the time and they don't walk around talking about how killer their basketball skills are.<br /> The classic teenage movies make nerd look like they are always at the bottom of the social food chain but at Fountain Lake, it is a little different. And the bullying isn't how it used to be. We don't put kids in lockers or trip them in the lunch room. It is a little more verbal, even with the guys. <br /> I don't know if it is like this at other schools but I sort of hope so. These days kids don't bet bullied just for showing up in math class? Personally, I am against bullying, but if you want to make fun of somebody, pick on the "big and bad" kids who brag, they obviously have ego to spare.<br /><br />Thank you for reading, and remeber, MEAN PEOPLE SUCK!Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180915440365095787.post-3753229940698203162011-09-20T21:44:00.003-05:002011-09-20T22:00:51.042-05:00RecallSo, it seems there has been some controversy about my previous blog, Lexie the Flawless. I want to just clear this up for everybody now. I do not actually think I am flawless and perfect. That blog was written as a joke making fun of myself. I thought the picture of Charlie Sheen would have given my sarcasm away. But I suppose that problem is my fault, I should have been more flamboyant with my criticism on my own personality.<br /><br />I watched an old home video of myself and MAN was I obnoxious. I spoke like I was a the queen of England, but I didn't have a shirt on! I was sitting there with my big buck teeth in blue sweat pants. I was five and had a voice like I have been smoking cigarettes for the past 45 years. And oh my goodness my speech pattern was just wacko! I told adults it was a pleasure to meet them. How everybody put up with me I have no clue.<br /><br />I caught myself doing this today in the halls. I don't walk, I strut! I walk like I am a Cheetah Girl and to make it worse because of my 2 years in marching band, I roll my feet and am in time with anybody walking near me. I AM SUCH A FREAK! My amount of flaws is crazy and my ego is just a cover up it seems. So please don't be fooled, I am not as great as I say I am.<br /><br />So my friends, foes, and that one person from Russia that reads my blog. Stay happy, humble, and keep a good sense of humor.Lexie Hampohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477749408724866964noreply@blogger.com1