<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:35:14.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Please</title><subtitle type='html'>The random, pointless thoughts of a fourteen year old nobody.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-2347883064650003873</id><published>2010-06-28T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T09:33:48.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'more Cupcakes and Green Cookie Dough</title><summary type='text'>At some point in time my mom made these amazing cupcakes that were pretty much S'mores combined with Cupcakes. Don't worry they tasted much better then the sound. So I think I skipped school one day (wait. . . my parents and brother were out . . . yup that's it) and I felt the urge to eat the last cupcake. I was talking on the phone with my friends Sarah and Brittany, okay maybe this was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2347883064650003873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/06/smore-cupcakes-and-green-cookie-dough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/2347883064650003873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/2347883064650003873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/06/smore-cupcakes-and-green-cookie-dough.html' title='S&apos;more Cupcakes and Green Cookie Dough'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-4424677752702196096</id><published>2010-05-29T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:54:50.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Dancing</title><summary type='text'>A side writing project I am doing. Pretty much a way for me to write about some of the things I feel, think, and question about. Linky

Normal (more words, an actual topic, etc.) post next month!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4424677752702196096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/05/benjamin-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/4424677752702196096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/4424677752702196096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/05/benjamin-dancing.html' title='Benjamin Dancing'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-6077702222962005505</id><published>2010-04-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:35:51.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Alert</title><summary type='text'>I occasional see people talking about Final Call of Grand Theft Larson (random game title haha) and they know ALL of the characters, locations, bosses, and a wide knowledge of guns or someone studying nonstop every hour of everyday. I always say nerd in my head, but that's only because I haven't looked at myself in what ways I am "nerdy." I am a sooooo effing Pokémon addict and totally obsessed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6077702222962005505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/04/nerd-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/6077702222962005505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/6077702222962005505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/04/nerd-alert.html' title='Nerd Alert'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/5fmc1d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-8116574360163620954</id><published>2010-03-13T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:31:15.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs = Sadface</title><summary type='text'>3 CLEAR reasons I will NEVER EVER take dugs

1. Pills
2. Needles. D:
3.WHERE AM I?
I could never pop pills. I hate the feeling of it in my mouth (that's what she said),  swallowing it (once again - that's what she said), and the feeling that I am going to choke on it (OH GOD, TWSS.)  Pills are always the last choice for me. The only way I can currently take pills is via applesauce. Can you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8116574360163620954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/03/drugs-sadface.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/8116574360163620954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/8116574360163620954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/03/drugs-sadface.html' title='Drugs = Sadface'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-4610083594174596527</id><published>2010-02-01T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:26:15.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't see this. . .</title><summary type='text'>I will be doing a "love" blog post later (around the Valentine's Day?) Anyways, here is a little something that I cut out from the new Pokemon fanfic I am writing. I can't even finish it. That's how bad it is. Not bad, but it is well the type of comedy I wouldn't have a whole chapter devoted to. I guess it is a sneak peak . . . 


A hour or two later Kris began to complain about all the walking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4610083594174596527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-wont-see-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/4610083594174596527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/4610083594174596527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-wont-see-this.html' title='You won&apos;t see this. . .'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-8073149553452807819</id><published>2010-01-12T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:34:18.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well I'm not surprised."</title><summary type='text'>Twitter followers can ignore this unless they know what Project Pokemon is . . .I am pretty much talking to the possible one forumer/lurker who actually likes my writing (me perhaps?) THERE ARE NO PRETTY PICTURES AS WELL. I don't feel like searching for any at the moment. =[

If you haven't noticed I kind of let it die down a bit. Hell, it has died completely. I wasn't completely sure how I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8073149553452807819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-im-not-surprised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/8073149553452807819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/8073149553452807819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-im-not-surprised.html' title='&quot;Well I&apos;m not surprised.&quot;'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-6503114017142065581</id><published>2009-12-27T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:54:54.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Songs of 2009</title><summary type='text'>2009 was a year of comebacks. 
A year of sexy women.
A year of the ongoing dance craze.
A year of new arrivals.
The year Miley Cyrus begins to use ice cream carts at music awards for striping action. Bitch take it to the club.  More or less the writing of this blog entry gets better towards the end (like wine) as well do the songs. There's some cussing as well. 

10. Party in the U.S.A. by Miley </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6503114017142065581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-10-songs-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/6503114017142065581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/6503114017142065581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-10-songs-of-2009.html' title='Top 10 Songs of 2009'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/262v42x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-1260939647304583292</id><published>2009-12-17T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:55:01.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My balls are here for your pleasure."</title><summary type='text'>All Questions from here. Win points if you know what the title is from. 

Early Merry Christmas to all! I doubt I will become unlazy and blog on Christmas. I got bored and decided to answer some of the weirdest questions ever . . . let us begin!


Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
I don't know, but now that you point it out . . . 



Why don't you ever see the headline </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1260939647304583292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-balls-are-here-for-your-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/1260939647304583292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/1260939647304583292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-balls-are-here-for-your-pleasure.html' title='&quot;My balls are here for your pleasure.&quot;'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/34t4brl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-3244601063038209866</id><published>2009-11-21T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:26:26.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU POST SOMETHING</title><summary type='text'>


As most of us know Christmas is around the corner! I personally can't wait, through I did have a heated discussion with a friend yesterday at lunch. It was whether or not Christmas is (now) a religious holiday. It went something like this:

Friend : Christmas is our way of praising God and all his glory.
Me : NU-UH. Look at people who don't believe in God. They celebrate Christmas.
Friend : </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3244601063038209866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-damn-time-you-post-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/3244601063038209866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/3244601063038209866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-damn-time-you-post-something.html' title='ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU POST SOMETHING'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/2en5kjo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-4426828163615027033</id><published>2009-11-03T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:28:45.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your a Geek, Imma Geek</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for not blogging in a while, I got into a plane crash and was deserted on a magical island of unicorns for a couple weeks. I will always remember those yummy unicorns...

Anyways I found this awesome site called Think Geek. I am already thinking geek like and I always will, but this site has made me feel like a geek monster. It has a great selection of clothing, toys for geeks, and loads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4426828163615027033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-geek-imma-geek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/4426828163615027033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/4426828163615027033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-geek-imma-geek.html' title='Your a Geek, Imma Geek'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/qysnmd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-1018182669653496271</id><published>2009-10-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:15:28.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be jealous I have been scientifically proven to be hotter than you.</title><summary type='text'>I got home early today and decided to look around at the articles on the front page of Yahoo. I stumbled upon this article. Let us break it down bit by bit. I am biracial of that black and white blood, so let's move on...

"Atlanta – Louisiana justice of the peace Keith Bardwell's refused to marry a white woman and a black man reportedly because he believed that children of an interracial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1018182669653496271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-jealous-i-have-been-scientifically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/1018182669653496271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/1018182669653496271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-jealous-i-have-been-scientifically.html' title='Be jealous I have been scientifically proven to be hotter than you.'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-5963498350925716470</id><published>2009-10-16T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:12:29.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am Reading</title><summary type='text'> Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger
 
 Plot (from Simon and Schuster):
Julia and Valentina Poole are semi-normal American twenty-year-olds with seemingly little interest in college or finding jobs. Their attachment to one another is intense. One morning the mailman delivers a thick envelope to their house in the suburbs of Chicago. From a London solicitor, the enclosed letter informs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5963498350925716470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-am-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/5963498350925716470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/5963498350925716470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-am-reading.html' title='What I am Reading'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/23u35gk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460624070956416612.post-2352156056137896461</id><published>2009-10-10T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:46:34.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Past!</title><summary type='text'>It's Friday (or it was...) and I didn't feel like going to school at all, but I went anyways. In English to get my head up I started to sing the Dora the Explorer song. WELL LORD BEHOLD, a girl asks what I was singing. I told her Dora the Explorer. She goes, "They turned Dora into a slut." I wanted to slap that girl so hard. For these reasons:


(1) The new Dora is MUCH cuter than the old one.
(2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2352156056137896461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/2352156056137896461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460624070956416612/posts/default/2352156056137896461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasofnonsense.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-past.html' title='To The Past!'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525370641577078431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2129u78_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
