<?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-9054093987272156233</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:19:11.787-07:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='Marked'/><category term='Shot'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='Spirits'/><category term='Firday'/><category term='Lizards'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='The 13th'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Band'/><category term='The Priest of Blood'/><category term='subjects'/><category term='Spirit Week'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Tarot Cards'/><category term='Bunco'/><category term='Tagged Seven Facts'/><category term='Calligraphy'/><category term='Exes'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Break'/><category term='School shopping'/><category term='Defense'/><category term='Breaking Dawn'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Face Paint'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='high school'/><category term='Vampyre'/><category term='Black Heart Tuesday'/><category term='work'/><category term='rant'/><category term='update'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Snowflake Eel'/><category term='Homecoming'/><category term='quick-list'/><category term='intro'/><category term='Retainers'/><category term='old teachers'/><category term='Storm Thief'/><category term='Hair colored'/><category term='Divorce'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='geometry'/><category term='Thursday'/><category term='Depressing'/><category term='Church'/><category term='needles'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='Last day of school'/><category term='Cover'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='Eclipse'/><category term='Ambassador'/><category term='Braces'/><category term='Ouija board'/><category term='Hide-and-go-seek'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Release Party'/><title type='text'>Super Gerard Cullen!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-2423140885487460063</id><published>2009-03-28T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:34:15.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick-list'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Uggh, I've been avoiding blogging due the amount of freaking drama in the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Note how I refrain from saying "our" group now, for I don't fully consider it has my own. The same thing happen with Leah and Aidan has it did with her and Richard, and I'm unbelievably pissed about it. Now, in particular, since those two are the cause of the large split in our group, and one of the main reasons everyone is breaking away and kind of distanced from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's also the reason Chelsea has decided to leave our group. And, Chelsea and I are dating. So, people running my girlfriend from the group obviously makes me even angrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once again, I am unbelievably pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Besides that, I think I am going to just create a quick list of important things that have happened, like Brittany did. I don't have the time, nor would anyone have the patience, to read a blog if I paragraphed out everything. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Finals have come and gone, and I did well enough on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Obviously, Leah and Aidan are still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Briggitte joined our group at lunch, but has a strange...interest in me, which leads to part oc Chelsea's extreme dislike of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My classes got switched a little. I have PE for Sixth period with Chelsea, Health for fourth period with no one I still really don't know, even now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm still moving, but not until later this year, it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I started dating Chelsea on a damn squared date: 3/3/09. It fits perfectly, since she is a math person. I myself shall stick to English, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chelsea is still having problems with her ex, Maya. Which reminds me a lot of what happen with Rachel, and it hurts me a ton. I don't think she quite knows how much it hurts, and how deep it digs because of my experience with Rachel. Not like I'm going to say a word, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm going to Japan for two weeks this summer, June 27th to July 11th. I'm soooo excited, it's ridiculous. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I may possibly be going to France next summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's all I'm delving into. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-2423140885487460063?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2423140885487460063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=2423140885487460063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2423140885487460063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2423140885487460063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-7934762594286613256</id><published>2009-01-04T01:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:43:58.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair colored'/><title type='text'>Ehhh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I haven't posted in a while, but at least it wasn't as long has last time, right? ^-^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everything is pretty much the same has my last post; although, life's a little more hectic. Who'd have thought that? Winter Break is supposed to be relaxing, right? Why wasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've had a ton of work to do over Break, thanks to school: an English speech and oral presentation; a full science chapter, power notes and test; three plus hours of damn algebra (I'm in Geometry, why do I have to do sooo much algebra? That's just cruel...), plus studying for the test based off the packet first thing on Monday, and some other, minor things. On top of that, since I was accepted for People to People (going to Japan this summer has an ambassador, yaay!!!!) I have to do seven online chapters, plus three tests that went with the chapters, and and U.S. Civics worksheet. It's worth it to go Japan, but I can complain a little, right? The online chapters were okay- although, I'll admit the Government/History chapter bored the crap out of me because I already knew most of what it was saying. But I reallllyyy hated that Civics sheet. As much has I try to be, I really am not interested in politics. I know it's good to know, but I really don't care who our Secretary of State our U.S. Senator is... That was crazy-hard to find information on, and I don't think I got all of the people and their positions right... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I did get to go ice skating with my friends twice this break. That was loaaads of fun. J'dore ice skating! I have a few pictures I might add to this blog later, when I've loaded them to the computer. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, we're in 2009. New Year's Eve sucked- I think it was one of the worst ones I've had? I'm used to spending New Year's Eve alone, and usually New Year's Night. This time Papa and Jeremy were here...and Mum disappeared. It's a long story, but put shortly: She left the house to walk to Darren's with wine or something so she could party with him, Jessica and their friends/family. Why does this matter? One, she told no one she was going. Two, she was at least buzzed already. Three, there are cops picking up people; someone walking with wine or something is pretty much a good person to arrest for the night, right? Well, Papa and I went to check and see if she was at Darren's, since he hadn't called us like he was supposed to. Turns out they had called Jeremy, but he decided not to tell us Mum had been picked up by Darren. Go figure. Mum basically told me she doesn't want Papa and I around. Isn't that just endearing of her? Whatever. It's over, and she seems to be trying to make up for it. Not like it's an easy thing to make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh! I got my hair done again. This time it's navy blue, light blue, dark purple, my natural color, and whatever other shades the once-blondish tips of my hair decided to take on. xD The colors really range from navy to blue-gray to steelish blue, to purple. I think there might even be some pink from my red streaks in there, too. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Voila:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287365217362193986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWB-psqhLkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uGHDP4ozUXg/s320/Pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;However demonic I look in this one, it stills shows off the colors fairly well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287365215719428146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWB-pmi2kDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xjTuUdSZ2Zw/s320/de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, I believe that's all. I'm going to go back to reading and drawing and listening to manga...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of reading, you can expect some new posts about recommended books from moi- most likely they'll be beacoup of the posts, since I've read so much. (Try over ten books in one month. xD) Or...maybe just a few that I reeeallly enjoyed? We'll see, when I have time to post again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Until then, ma petites. :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-7934762594286613256?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7934762594286613256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=7934762594286613256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/7934762594286613256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/7934762594286613256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2009/01/ehhh.html' title='Ehhh?'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWB-psqhLkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uGHDP4ozUXg/s72-c/Pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-5478923365409394013</id><published>2008-12-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:56:43.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dommage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Talk about it being forever since I've posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll just update on a few things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kalie and I started going out on Homecoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;However, I never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; understood my feelings for her and eventually decided that breaking up would be best. So, we kind of broke up with each other- me leading the conversation in that direction, her being the one to suggest breaking up -this past Thursday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We're still planning on moving, people have been coming to check out the house often enough. It sucks, but I finally decided that I don't care anymore. I have too much to deal with right now without having to worry about moving. When the time comes that I'm actually moving out of my house, then I can start moping and stressing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jeremy got out of jail and has been a parasite in the house ever since. I'm considering demanding that he leaves:  I'm sick of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;, his attitude and his laziness. Not even I sleep from twelve at night to three in the afternoon each and every fucking day. That's not  just because of school, either. Given the choice, I'd still not sleep in that late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; He supposedly got a job while mum and I were at my aunt's for Thanksgiving, but he, being the stupid little fucker he is, never went to the job. Needless to say, his reputation for jobs is already trashed, but now he's further made it worse and it just pisses me off more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got my PS3 now, which is hooked up by a special cord to my TV (which is my computer monitor, also) so now I can go on the computer, play PS3 or watch some of the basic cable channels in my room and see Jeremy's face less than usual, unless he comes up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;harass&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leah, since a few days after homecoming, has been going out with Aidan, rather than Richard. Aidan's nice, but he better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tread&lt;/span&gt; carefully. I approve of him well enough, but if he and Leah go too far as she did with Richard, I won't be happy with either of them. At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Other than that, school's been doing good and other crap, which I need not say, has been going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Duani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#330033;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-5478923365409394013?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5478923365409394013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=5478923365409394013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/5478923365409394013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/5478923365409394013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/dommage.html' title='Dommage...'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-8671580413963712356</id><published>2008-10-11T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:26:02.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit Week'/><title type='text'>Oh La La!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn, I haven't updated for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School has been keeping everybody insanely busy with homework and projects. I think there needs to be more hours in the day! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, other than me moving soon, everything has been the same for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I am moving. We have the house in the markets and have finally started to pack up a few things. It's terribly depressing, really. I've been acting like it hasn't gotten to me, but I am sad about having to leave this house. I have been here for all of my life, after all. Moving is a big change. Not to mention we're not sure where we are going to move yet; but, we have plenty of time to find out. No one has made a solid offer on the house has of yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Other than that, this past week at school was kind of like a spirit week. Here was what we were supposed to wear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday: Tacky Tourist Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday: Belt-Buckle Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday: Cowboy/girl Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday: Wrangler Jeans Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday: Red Out Day (Wear the school color.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I participated on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Otherwise I didn't really feel like doing the other two days. Although, I did forget that Monday was Tacky Tourist Day. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was the Tailgate thingy and the Homecoming game. I didn't go to either, but I am being dragged to the dance that starts at eight tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was going to take John, just has friends, because it would have been really funny to show up with him; however, the stupid Student Services person was a bitch and wouldn't give me a visitors pass for him. So, I'll be hanging out with Kalie and Heather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leah is taking Aiden because Richard couldn't go with her, and because Richards is also being a massive asshole. Chelsea (a friend from school) will be taking her girlfriend, so we finally get to meet her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, I know I said something about finally getting Breaking Dawn to read from Leah in my last post. Well, I finished that in under a week (would have been faster if I didn't have so much damn homework!) and it was insanely good! Anyone who hasn't read that series needs to be shot. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-8671580413963712356?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8671580413963712356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=8671580413963712356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/8671580413963712356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/8671580413963712356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-la-la.html' title='Oh La La!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-2362934007805819463</id><published>2008-09-06T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:08:30.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambassador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, the second week of school has past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I did okay on some retard Geometry definition exam, but I still don't get the point of having to write out crap word for word. "If an angle is a right angle, then its degree measure is 90." Why can't I just fucking say that a right angle is ninety degrees? It's not that much different; its also easier to freaking remember. Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think I did good on my first Biology test. It was fairly easy, and I had studied a bit before the test, so I believe I'll get a good grade on it. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lets see...French has been super fun. I love learning new language. xD I know my ABC's, numbers up to sixty-nine, how to ask how someone are you, how to ask how are you, what is your name, guess someones nationality or where they're from, and tell people my nationality, where I'm from, how I am and what my name is. =D I've also having a blast with the different ways to say hello or goodbye. (Yes I'm a nerd; live with it. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;English is a ton of writing, which is slightly annoying because she doesn't even collect the essays she assigns us. -twitch- But, I suppose it's kind of fun during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's really about it for school, other than boring details. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I went to a meeting today. It's a People to People thing; they want me to go to Japan has an American High school Ambassador sometime at the end of this school year! I reaaallly want to go, even though it would cost around six grand. My mum and aunt want to work together to get me to go, so I'll be going to Japan! Huzzah! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, that's about it, other than I finally got Breaking Dawn from Leah! I shall start reading it tonight! =}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-2362934007805819463?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2362934007805819463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=2362934007805819463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2362934007805819463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2362934007805819463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-2294868061701738065</id><published>2008-09-01T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:45:53.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subjects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geometry'/><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, I'm done with my first week of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and moving into the second week tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's not as fun has I had thought it would be; mainly because I'm not fond of my geometry teacher for two reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. She teaches geometry. It's hard for me to like anyone who teaches a subject I despise, and suck at. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. She keeps giving us assignments and she hardly even explains what the hell you should do, if she explains it at all. She also told me that she eventually was going to totally stop explaining things to me after the first month of school. That's bullshit. A teacher is there to help explain things. If they don't explain what you don't get, then you are set up for failure. A teacher isn't supposed to let you fucking fail, which is basically what mine said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, geometry is totally ruining the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; program for me, even though my other classes are fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I like my English teacher so far; she's really nice, and really perky, which is good, since I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to wake up to her four out of five times a week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I'd rather not wake up to someone dull; I'd simply fall back asleep. x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My science teacher is a freak! I love it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;waayy&lt;/span&gt; too strict with class/homework, but he's pretty funny when he wants to be. His class room is kind of freaky, though. It's literally wallpapered with pictures that have his name on it and other drawings. Even the ceiling has pictures and posters on it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;French is awesome! I love French. :] My French teacher is really nice so far. I already know the entire French alphabet and most of the numbers for 1-20. I also know how say what my name is, ask for your name, ask how you are doing and say how I am doing, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PE is...well, PE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; We haven't done much, really. But I like the sound of not being forced into doing sports. We also get to do off-campus PE activities. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then there is geometry. -twitch-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After that, I have Computer Lit. I don't like having to re-learn to type in the "One Touch/ Home Row" position. I trained myself in a different way, so I can type faster. Now I have to go through lessons and do the one touch. It's annoying, but I'm doing it just fine. I can always revert back to my own way of typing out of school. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Other than that, we just have a lot of homework, really. Most of the time it's a lot of writing, but it's easy to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't believe I'll be joining any clubs or anything. I don't want anything getting in the way of my school work, to be honest. I want to focus on work, and then relax. I don't need to be on my toes running from club to class, to club after school things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I'll join a club next year, after I have the hang of my work and the school campus. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, other than that, I'm kind of sick. I got a sore throat, and a kind of upset &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;. I've been resting up this weekend, so I'm feeling better. I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reaallllyy&lt;/span&gt; tired. I've been in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt; mode for the past week and a half. D= That does not help with school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, that's all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Duani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-2294868061701738065?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2294868061701738065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=2294868061701738065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2294868061701738065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2294868061701738065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-2599181947784508138</id><published>2008-08-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:53:33.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair colored'/><title type='text'>New Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SLDoTDldy2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VFrgBeAGie8/s1600-h/ha+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237941780709493602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SLDoTDldy2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VFrgBeAGie8/s320/ha+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, I got my hair cut and colored on Friday. It's black and red, with my natural brown looking like the actual streaks of color in it. XD I choose red in black because I wanted to do a ton of color. I would have done blue or purple or something with lots of color, but hardly anyone at Wooster knows that I am the hair-dye girl. xD I didn't want it to be too shocking; the last thing I need is to stand out anymore than I already do. x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237942564910948994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SLDpAs9qYoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vq-0hfEiGDo/s320/ha+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I love my hair color though, the red is really pretty, with the black accenting it just right. My hair cutter actually did the job correctly. It's exactly has I wanted, with a slight exception to the bangs. But, minor details aren't a problem. I love my hairstyle either way. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hm, I went school shopping today. Unintentionally, I picked out a black and red messenger bag for my backpack. Then my mum told me that it matched my hair, and I was like, "Oh, it does!" xD So I got a black and red binder to go with the messenger bag, too. I like to color coordinate. Fashion and all of that doesn't phase me, and means very little to me. But the artist in me freaks out if I'm not color coordinated. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;While we were out shopping, I realized how picky I am with mechanical pencils and binders. I never knew how many little details had to be just right, or I wouldn't buy the product. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I also saw Mr. Hunter while I was shopping today. Goddess, you never realize how much you miss last year's teacher until you see him shopping around in Office Max! XD We talked, and I warned him that I'd be haunting his class room whenever I could get over to SMS, and that Frances and I would be terrorizing his new animal care takers. He told me that he was expecting me to do so, and would be waiting. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Other than that, today my parents and I went over to Darren and Jessica's condo. It's a neat little place. And I love Jessica's cat. Leah's new cat reminds me so much of Jessica's cat. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway, the cooked dinner for us, and it was very good. I suppose it was nice to hang out with them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dad and I left early, and that was an hour or two ago. Mum's still there; she'll probably stay over at their house for quite some time. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, that's all for today. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&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/9054093987272156233-2599181947784508138?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2599181947784508138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=2599181947784508138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2599181947784508138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2599181947784508138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-hair.html' title='New Hair!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SLDoTDldy2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/VFrgBeAGie8/s72-c/ha+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-6370437793358822460</id><published>2008-08-20T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:48:47.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Okay so on Tuesday (yesterday, the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) I went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, and to the orthodontist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm starting with the Orthodontist first, since it's less information than what I have to say about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The appointment only took five minutes, actually. Which was nice compared to the ten and longer appointments I am used to. You all know from my previous blog about my getting my braces off and my retainers on. I said in that blog that if I did well with my retainers, I'd be able to wear them only at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, apparently I did well! Bu-bye braces during the day! Now I don't have to worry about taking them off and loosing them in school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Now for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; program at Wooster, which basically means it's an elite program that will be fairly challenging program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, Leah, our mothers, and I all went down to the school at nine in the morning on Tuesday; we had to get our schedules and such since we hadn't been there for the orientation. The school is huge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; We were running around from building to building, finding out classes and our lockers and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Here's my schedule for the first semester of school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;First period: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; Honors English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Second: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Intg&lt;/span&gt;. Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Third: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; French 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fourth: PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fifth: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Fml&lt;/span&gt; Geometry 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sixth: Computer Lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And we have a thing called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ELT&lt;/span&gt; sometime around ten, I think. It's basically and extra-learning thing, I think....? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;For second semester I have Health instead of PE. And I have PE instead of Computer Lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I think all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;IBs&lt;/span&gt; that are taking French have third period, but I'm not sure. So far, that's what it seems to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, that's all. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Duani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-6370437793358822460?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6370437793358822460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=6370437793358822460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/6370437793358822460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/6370437793358822460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-9204371092880249667</id><published>2008-08-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:11:26.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, after my depressing Wednesday, Leah spent the night on Thursday because I was taking her with us to Oregon. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We had fun just talking and running around at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We had a Dianic (as close to my religion has it gets) Spell Ritual. It was basically a ritual to banish past and recent pains. You burn any notes that you've written about yourself, and any notes that will cause negative thoughts in the future. I burned all my notes, except for some in my notebook that I forgot about. I kept two songs that I had written about Rachel, though. The songs are really nice, and they don't have to be considered purely applied to her. They could be about anything, really. And I want to keep them. They're good memories of when I was really happy. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Okay, now for the Oregon Trip! We went to Newport, Oregon. It's a nine to ten hour drive, and Leah and I agreed that we'd go mutiny if we had to drive nine hours there and back. xD So, we decided to stop at Yreka, which was half way to Oregon, and stayed at a Best Western that my mum, sister and I stayed at last time we all went to Oregon two years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then we continued our drive all the way to Newport, which was five and half hours. We had a GPS, which my dad adores, and we named it The Slut. xD We got the idea because my uncle calls his GPS The Bitch. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, my mum would not listen to the damn GPS, and got us lost quite a few times. In the end, I had to pretend to be the GPS and tell mum what to do so we could get back on track. x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When we finally made it at the Embarcadoro (the resort we were staying at for the week) it was exactly has I remembered from the last time. :) The resort is right next to the ocean, and it had crab docks, which Leah and I went to nearly every night. It's so pretty when you're floating on a dock right by the sea. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, this is what we did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went down the street to the shopping strip that was right next to the ocean. It was a really long line of stores on each side of the street, which meant we had to split the shopping into two days, or we wouldn't make it to all the stores. xD We ate at Mo's and I had Oyster Stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We also went across the big bridge to an Aquarium, which was pretty big. After we finished up with the Aquarium, we went shopping in a little villa-like area that had tons of interesting shops. Unfortunately, most of them were closing up by the time we got there, so we had to make another day to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went to an outdoor mall to go shopping some more, and had a lot of fun running around the stores being retards and trying things on. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went back to the shopping strip by our resort, and Leah and I went to Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum-thing, the Wax Museum, and the Undersea Gardens (which was a big building with a gift shop on the ground floor. When you went down below, you were in a large room that had tons of windows so you could see what was ten feet under the water.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All in all, we did a lot of looking, but not a whole lot of actual buying when we shopped. We bought what we liked, but most of the time we never really found something that we would actually wear/use. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In the end, I bought a little vest that looks good when worn over dark colors (haven't tried light colors yet); a necklace that has a little dagger hidden in it, for self defense; a Japanese Steel Shogen Fan, which is a form of a defense weapon, also (but I'm using it for decorative purposes right now); a glass calligraphy pen that was hand-made and some ink for it; and a few other little thing. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. I'll post later on about other things. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-9204371092880249667?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/9204371092880249667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=9204371092880249667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/9204371092880249667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/9204371092880249667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/oregon-trip.html' title='Oregon Trip!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-307807876063455669</id><published>2008-08-18T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:46:55.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lizards'/><title type='text'>Depressing Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Okay, I have to do some major catch upping. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;First of all, I'm going to talk about Wednesday, the sixth of August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was a majorly depressing day, to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;First all, my parents are splitting up, and I had to talk with my dad again about in the afternoon (after I walked Hozer.) We also had to talk about my mum moving away, and who I'd be staying with and for how long. It was a long, highly depressing talk, and I'm just going to leave it at that. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Another thing (this is both good and bad) is that Darren and his girlfriend are finally getting their own place! That means he won't be bugging me much anymore! Unfortunately, I learned on Wednesday that he was planning on taking my lizards away before school starts. My lizards are my babies. I don't want them to be taken away, but he doesn't a give a crap about how I feel, and plans on taking them anyway. My mum won't back me up on it either. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Also, I have been tormented by Jeremy and his whining about his damn ex-girlfriend for the past month and a half. He's driving me crazy; if I have to hear about that sixteen year-old slut going out some thirty-two year-old creep one more time, I'm going to go insane. It's not the end of the world, Jeremy. You two never seemed serious about each other, and she's underage. You're too old for her; get a girlfriend your own age, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know that sounds insensitive, but he won't listen to anything you say unless you are mean to him. Someone has to tell him the truth; and my mum loves him oh-so-much that she won't be mean to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Added to all of this, Rachel broke up with me. Something about us not seeing each other very often, I guess. We haven't fully talked about the reasons; I couldn't understand her because she was mumbling and talking really fast on the phone. I was also too upset to really care very much at the time. I cried a little, but then Leah called me (and I left Rachel on hold. I totally spaced that she was still on the phone while I was talking with Leah. xD) and I had to compose myself before answering. According to Leah, I can compose myself really quickly. I guess that's because I don't like to cry while talking to my friends. It makes me feel weak. Dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway, I'm doing better. I'm not so depressed, nor am I going to allow any of this shit bring me down any further. Eventually everything will sort itself out and return to normal for me. Rachel and I just need to talk about why she broke up with me, so I know the reasons for sure. I want to stay friends with her, just like I stayed friends with Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So that was my depressing Wednesday. Wasn't that just a super fun day? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'll write about my Oregon trip in my next post. That will be a happy post, because the trip was really fun. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-307807876063455669?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/307807876063455669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=307807876063455669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/307807876063455669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/307807876063455669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/depressing-wednesday.html' title='Depressing Wednesday'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-8442726690700638338</id><published>2008-08-02T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T03:15:45.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Face Paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Release Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Defense'/><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay, so, for those of you who do not know about Breaking Dawn (you're insane if you haven't heard of it's release by now), it's the fourth book in the Twilight series (Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and the finale Breaking Dawn.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today at Barnes and Noble was the release party. It went from ten pm to about 1am. I went with Leah and we met up with Sam and Megan (old lead singer, and an awesome friend.) Might I add that it was extremely crowded? I'm okay with crowds, usually. But, even for a store that big, people swamped the place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wore my corset-like top I got from Hot Topic. I remember thinking when I was putting it on: "Will I stand out in this? Not like a I care but..." Then I considered the fact that they were all Twilight fans and decided there would be lots of people dressing oddly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cosplaying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which was true. That only made the party even more cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Most of the time I hid in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; section while Leah, Sam and Megan ran around. I made a new friend who will be going to the same school has Leah and I, and be in the same program, so that was cool. I talked with her about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yaoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mangas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not a major-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reader) and I'm not sure about her reaction. She didn't seem to like the idea of gayness, which is kind of a problem if she's going to hang out with us homo-friendly at school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anyway, while she and I were in line getting our face painted, Leah and the others ran over to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I should have joined them; I kick ass a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most of the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They eventually quit the game, though, and joined us in the line. I got Rosalie painted on my cheek, with a rose underneath it. Leah got Jasper and a heart, Sam got Alice and a heart, and Megan got Jacob with a heart too. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229859212951269650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SJQxPsVDsRI/AAAAAAAAADM/86qzNPHJBpQ/s320/rose+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229859580150732098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SJQxlEQO1UI/AAAAAAAAADc/oDCHujnxIps/s320/rose+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We went upstairs for a bit after that, and hung around in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; section. Then the book release happened. We got stuck going down the escalator because the bottom of it was crowded with people. It was pretty scary being tripped off the escalator and sent flying into a crowd filled with people. They actually had to stop the escalator for a bit so they could clear a path. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Once they started releasing the books, I left Sam and Leah. A crowd filled with around a thousand people screaming and jumping around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I found Loveless (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yaoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; series) and read that until the crowds cleared and it was safe to go back down to Leah and Sam. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;isn't for me; not unless it's a concert. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh-another thing about tonight. I was really smart and had a Starbucks coffee at like one in the morning while waiting for  everyone to get their books. Normally it takes six to eight hours for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; or sugar to kick it, but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;realllyy&lt;/span&gt; hyper now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;For those that missed it, I'm sorry. It wasn't super special, if you ask me, but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Let's see, other than that, the only thing that happened today was my dad being a dork. A cool dork, but he's still a dork. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He was playing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ordering some cell phone for my sister. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; he out-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bidded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; something he acted all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mastery. It was hilarious, especially when he'd go running to the computer to see if he was out-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bidded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love how funny he is; he's such a cool dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He also didn't like the idea of me out being so late (even though I'd be a in a safe, very crowded place), so he taught me some judo/karate, whatever the hell he's a black belt in, moves for defense. It was fun learning, even though he got serious and one point when he was teaching me about knocking a knife out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; hand. When he did the move on me, he did it a little too hard by accident. My wrist hurt for a tiny bit after that. x3 Oh well, now I have some new defense moves to practice. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;That's all for now. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Duani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-8442726690700638338?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8442726690700638338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=8442726690700638338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/8442726690700638338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/8442726690700638338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SJQxPsVDsRI/AAAAAAAAADM/86qzNPHJBpQ/s72-c/rose+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-3835927191199816926</id><published>2008-07-29T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:23:49.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged Seven Facts'/><title type='text'>Seven facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ah, I got tagged. I don't know very many people, nor do I really feel like hunting people down right now. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So, I'll tag two people, that'll be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Here’s the rules:&lt;br /&gt;A. List these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;B. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;C. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~1. I love music, and My Chemical Romance is my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;~2. I also love my friends; I couldn't live without them. =D&lt;br /&gt;~3. I favorite thing to do to pass time is to draw while listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;~4. If something bores me, I usually end up drawing, if not day dreaming. (No wonder I was always drawing in Algebrae! xD)&lt;br /&gt;~5. I dispise the Harry Potter book series (not too fond of the movies, either), Fall Out Boy, and quite a few people (-cough-Nicollebeingonthetop-cough-)&lt;br /&gt;~6. I adore Gerard Way. =D The only male that I think is hot/cute.&lt;br /&gt;~7. Je aime Rachel. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tagging: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Brittany and Rachel. (Links on the side bar.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;That's all. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;~Duani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-3835927191199816926?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3835927191199816926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=3835927191199816926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/3835927191199816926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/3835927191199816926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/seven-facts.html' title='Seven facts'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-910156775527225898</id><published>2008-07-15T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:34:57.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowflake Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retainers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calligraphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>Goodbye braces!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;First, earlier this week I went to the art store and got some canvases (Mrs. Steiner, an art teacher and a friend of mine from middle school, has gotten me into painting) and a new calligraphy pen and new nibs. For those who don't know, I use the handle calligraphy pens that you insert the nib into and dip in ink. (Nibs are metal things that are what you dip into the ink and write with.) So, no, I do not use the type of calligraphy pens that already have replaceable ink tubes inside them. I don't like those; for some reason I find the less real. -shrugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The day finally has come (and gone!) I got my braces taken off yesterday (Monday the 14th), and boy does it feel really weird. I can actually feel-and see- my teeth and gums again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can't believe you can take the brackets off so easily. All they did was use some weird plier tool and they pulled each bracket off one by one, without even removing my wires. The only painful part was when the girl took my bands off (I had metal bands around two of my back teeth that had been used to support a mouse trap-thing I used to have). Apparently whoever had put my braces on had used a lot of the glue/cement stuff. I thought my tooth was going to get ripped out with the band. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But now I have straight, white teeth! Yaayy! The only thing I have to do now is wear my clear retainer-things. (They're the kind that are molded to fit around your teeth, like the fake vampire teeth that glow in the dark and you wear on Halloween. =D) I have to wear them all the time, with the exception of eating and brushing my teeth, for the next month. If all goes well, I'll only have to wear them at night. All should go well. These things are already driving me crazy with their smooth-fake teeth plasticyness. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Other than that, we had miracle weather today. It started out sunny, then went rain, then went sunny, then rain again, then hail, and sun with lots of humidity, then rain again, and finally the sun stayed out. xD Nevada's weather is bi-polar or something, I swear. It's completely normal to have all four seasons in one day here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So, I got totally drenched when I walking Hoser (the dog I get paid to walk). Most of the time the rain drops were quarter-sized, and the came down fast! When the hail came, we had to hide under the pavilion at the park- dime sized pieces of ice hurt like hell. px But I'm glad we got a break from all the smoke. Even if the rain water was incredible dirty with all the soot it brought down from the air. I really hope that the rain made it to California and helped with the fires. That would be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;An interesting fact for you readers. Did you know Nevada means Snow in Spanish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The only other big thing that happened was that I had to go to Jeremy's (another one of my sister exes) after my orthodontist appointment. We went to the Petco and got a Snowflake eel- who is incredible aggressive, but beautiful- and took him back to Jeremy's apartment and put it in the tank. I then helped Jeremy put algae in his tank (salt water tanks need algae, while fresh water tanks generally shouldn't have it). That damn eel was hissing and snapping at me the whole freaking time. He's already territorial. Hopefully he'll get less shy and come out more when he gets older. I'm in charge of naming him, but I haven't decided on what would fit him yet. I'll tell you in a later post when I have decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;That's all for now! I'm going to go play with my new calligraphy pens! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-910156775527225898?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/910156775527225898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=910156775527225898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/910156775527225898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/910156775527225898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-braces.html' title='Goodbye braces!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-1360625520968883002</id><published>2008-07-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:27:35.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, there are over eight hundred fires in California right now (actually, it's pretty much a thousand, really.) Of course, Nevada gets all the freaking smoke; and since we are such a large basin, the smoke come over, and just stays unless a strong rid blows long enough to push it on to Utah or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's disgusting. I hate smoke, my lungs can't handle being exposed to any form of smoke for very long. (Fire smoke or cigarette smoke, it doesn't matter. Both suck, although Cigarette smoke has more of an effect on me.) My guess why I'm so weak when it comes to smoke is because of how sensitive my nose it, and also because of some after effect from sixth grade (I was sick with who knows from Halloween to pretty much the end of the school year, I missed eight months of school and still ended up with the top twelve of my class and graduating. I had to go through many things- from X-rays to Cat scans to blood draws to having a camera shoved in me- and no one every figured out what was wrong.) I'd choose to stay inside, but I get paid to walk a dog named Hoser. That means I'm out in the smoke for an hour or more. That's not good for me-or anyone, might I add. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, since smoke has such a strong effect on me, I have to wear a damn mask- like the kinds doctors wear- so I don't inhale it. It's too freaking hot to wear the mask, but I have no choice anymore. There are three stages that are declared when it comes to fires:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stage one- Cautionary, not advised to be out for long periods in the smoke, but not exactly hazardous. This is what we've been in for the past few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stage two- This is when it's considered extremely unhealthy to be outside in the smoke, and you are advised to stay out of the smoke if you can. Yesterday (the tenth) we were declared in a stage two. We should have been put into stage two on the ninth, since it was far worse then, but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And stage three- Which you could pretty much considered a lock down. All doors and windows and any other access to outside must be closed tightly. You are not to go outside unless it's for some form of an emergency (the need for food, or actual hospital emergencies and such.) It's said that if we stay like this for much longer, then we are going to go into a stage three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are some pictures that prove how hazy it is, and has been, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020609167138498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhYE5stHsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Usr1uzFsgAU/s320/Haze+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just look at the sky. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020747344680802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhYM8czF2I/AAAAAAAAACs/d1Z-JPK-PKw/s320/Haze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;^ A house through the haze. This is on a hill not too far away from my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And, of course, I had to include a picture of me in my mask =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222025109536252002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhcK24UIGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fqfFM44kEsA/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strangely, I like this picture. xD I think it shall be my new profile picture for now! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-1360625520968883002?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1360625520968883002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=1360625520968883002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/1360625520968883002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/1360625520968883002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/smokeeee.html' title='Smokeeee'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhYE5stHsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Usr1uzFsgAU/s72-c/Haze+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-5450435485244041696</id><published>2008-07-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:52:46.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whew, time to play catch up, again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why I keep forgetting to post blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, starting with last week. My grandma and her boyfriend, Chuck, are driving all over the place in their RV, so they decided to pay us a visit since they were passing through from Oregon. (No idea why they went from Arizona to Oregon, then to Nevada, but oh well.) It was nice seeing them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222012978327767122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhRIum0yFI/AAAAAAAAACM/juXxOErPwRA/s320/Fourth+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;^ My mum and dad in the background with my Grandma and Chuck in their chairs in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They were with us on Fourth of July, and we went down the the Catholic Church (Yes, the big one with the people in it that I have a high dislike for...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;) because it has a great view of the fireworks there. Before they totally destroyed the wildlife there to build the church, it had been a home to many creatures, and a place my friends and I went to for the fireworks. So, just because there is a church there now, that doesn't mean I'm willing to give up a damn great spot for watching the fireworks shoot off from the Nugget. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I got a lot of good pictures using the camera I got for my birthday (That thing has some unbelievable settings- Like a setting for take pictures of landscape during the day, and one for night. Or for taking normal pictures for day or night, or one specifically for flowers or fireworks, etc etc.). Here are a few of my favorite ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222011251234083762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhPkMrmk7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/9fbEl9P7S0g/s320/Fourth+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;^ If you look closely in the one above, you can see that the ring has a smile face in it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222011540095215266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhP1AxdpqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/adnNMc7QP9s/s320/Fourth+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;^ Lots of bright, blindingly beautiful colors in this one! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222012143404702306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhQYIRp2mI/AAAAAAAAACE/HZDYBed563Y/s320/Fourth+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;^ This one is subtle, but has it's own awesome beauty to it. I love how the lights are hitting at the same height and are crackling so much. I think it's a reminder that everything has some form of a beauty, whether it's extravagant or not. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got tons of other pictures, but that's all I'll put up. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let's see... I had to go out to eat with my mum, Dad, Grandma, and Chuck. Has well as Darren, Jessica and Darren's parents. It was okay. I really don't like eating out in large groups where I'm the only young person there, but someone has to be the mature person. (Everybody there drank some form of alcohol, and Darren and his father were obviously drunk by the time my part of the group got there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have I told you about Darren? No, I don't think I have... To put it simply, Darren was a runaway has a young child because his parents, who are actually fairly nice, supposedly hated him or something. He must have done something to make it thus. Anyway, my "cousin" (has she used to try to convince me she was, when she was just my sister's best friend) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt;, was the one who find him and bring him to us, if I remember right. Then Megan and Darren got together, so he lived with us. But whatever he did when he was younger caught up to him and he had to go to jail for a year. That was when Darren and I were really close, I still have letters he wrote to me, actually; it's kind of like proof of how nice he used to be.&lt;br /&gt;He's been to jail one or two more times since then, and has gotten into a lot of trouble. One thing led to another and he always came back and lived with us for a year or two before finding his own place again. Now he is dating Jessica, so he lives with her and her family now.&lt;br /&gt;Though, Darren and Jessica think they need more room, so they are moving to a condo that's between Jessica and my house. They'll be taking my lizards, too. -silently fumes- I payed for the lizards- which were around sixty bucks each- and he payed for the three hundred dollar tank and whatever he decided to put in it. Now he thinks he can just whisk them away? Last time I let him take my lizards, he killed one, then went to jail left the remaining one in the care of a friend who broke its jaw and put it in the freezer to "put it out of it's misery." Who the fucking hell is actually stupid enough to put a live lizard in a freaking freezer? You've got to be kidding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, that's all for this blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Sorry for making you read so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Duani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-5450435485244041696?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5450435485244041696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=5450435485244041696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/5450435485244041696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/5450435485244041696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/catching-up_11.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SHhRIum0yFI/AAAAAAAAACM/juXxOErPwRA/s72-c/Fourth+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-8800294224734811937</id><published>2008-07-01T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:52:39.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marked'/><title type='text'>Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SGnrxA1QLuI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOB7qIszYOc/s1600-h/marked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217960870554906338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SGnrxA1QLuI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOB7qIszYOc/s320/marked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Guess what? Yes, that's right! I have found another new book! (And I gotta stop eating sugary foods at Six pm, because they'll finally effect me six to seven hours later, at twelve or later in the morning!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Marked, by P.C Cast + Kristin Cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, Marked is the first book in the totally awesome House Of Night series! (Which I've read the first two books in the a week and a half. Not to mention that I'm almost done with the third book in less than a day or so... ^^' )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Marked, being the first book of a spectacular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vampyre&lt;/span&gt; series, tells about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;, our lovely heroine, is first Marked- which, literally, means marked. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vampyre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fledgling&lt;/span&gt; is marked by an adult Tracker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vampyre&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crescent&lt;/span&gt; moon of the Goddess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nyx&lt;/span&gt;, smack in the middle of their forehead. Being marked means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; has to move out of her old home, and into the House of Night. There she spends her first four years turning from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fledgling&lt;/span&gt; into and actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vampyre&lt;/span&gt;- well, that's if she doesn't die at some point during the change into and adult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vampyre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; isn't any run-of-the-mill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fledgling&lt;/span&gt;, though. The Goddess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nyx&lt;/span&gt; choose her and grants her great powers. Along with those powers comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bloodlust&lt;/span&gt; and the ability to Imprint with humans easily; that's not something any average newbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fledgling&lt;/span&gt; can do, nor are they fun things to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Her main adventure in this book is to stop the leader of the Dark Daughters and Sons- a special, elite school group- from further misusing her powers and endangering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fledglings&lt;/span&gt; in the Dark Daughters and Sons, as well has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Zoey's&lt;/span&gt; "Almost ex-boyfriend" Heath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So, if you liked wicked cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Vampyre&lt;/span&gt; books, with plot lines and none of that corner crap about vampires not being able to eat garlic, or can't go out in the sun (they can, it just isn't the best idea), then this is the book for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If you liked Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse, I'm fairly sure you'd enjoy this series, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's all for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Duani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&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/9054093987272156233-8800294224734811937?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8800294224734811937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=8800294224734811937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/8800294224734811937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/8800294224734811937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/books.html' title='Books!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SGnrxA1QLuI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOB7qIszYOc/s72-c/marked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-3391920174414386910</id><published>2008-07-01T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:05:33.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged in awhile, nothing has been happening lately, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Let's see. Rachel came over and spent the night on Thursday last week (the 26th). I didn't tell her, but the 26th was our four-month anniversary! xD Four months, and moving speedily really. But I'm not going to go into the details of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Before that, on Tuesday (the 24th) Leah and I hung out later in the day and she spent the night. She hung out with Mr. Boyfriend (Richard) all day, and was up at the park at seven when I went up with my ferret, Sunder (her nickname is Sunny; I'll have to post pictures of soon.) My mum had been bitching about tons of crap, and my dad just disappeared for awhile, so I retreated to the park and found Leah. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's was freaking  smokey. There's a big fire in Cali right now, and the smoke was carried over by the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So, Leah came home with me to drop of Sunny off, then we went down to the church (we have a giant freaking Catholic church right next to our neighborhood. Leah and I love hanging out in the back because it's all rocky, and it's quiet. The church itself of fucking stupid and need to be burned because of how prejudice the Catholics that go there are. That's just my opinion though. ^-^ Sorry if I offended anybody, I'm not attacking the religion; but the people that go to that church are seriously stuck up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We took a lot of pictures of scenery and stuff, which I have yet to crop, sharpen, and edit in general. I'll come back and edit this blog to put a picture or two in. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Leah then spent the night, and we stayed up talking about our significant others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That's about everything, unless I talk about family problems. I'm not in the mood for that, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sorry if my random babbling totally lost you. xD My next blog will be a book review, I believe. So you don't have to fear me off-tracking and burning your train of thought again anytime soon... Haha =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-3391920174414386910?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3391920174414386910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=3391920174414386910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/3391920174414386910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/3391920174414386910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-517359766891297358</id><published>2008-06-20T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:35:13.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarot Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouija board'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The 13th'/><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, now I'm going to talk about the night of Friday (the 13th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all but Leah, Kalie, Rachel and Sam (who were all spending the night) had finally gone home, our little group travelled up to the park in my neighborhood with my Tarot cards, Rune Stones, and Ouija board; also a candle, not only because it was dark, but helps get people in the "spiritual mood."&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I'm a highly spiritual person, so this kind of thing is normal for me. xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started out reading Tarot cards for everyone. It was funny how everyone reacted to how accurate the readings were. Tarot cards aren't just fake things where you can always apply a card to something; each card has a specific meaning.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we broke out the Ouija board. Ouija boards are called talking boards because they contact spirits that speak to you through the letters and words on the board. You always have to have a partner; at least, that is what I have come to believe. If you use only one person, that one person is left open for any form of an attack. Two people using the board generally helps block attacks because you have two combined, and usually weak and inexperienced, spiritual powers working has a shield.&lt;br /&gt;So, we started out by asking questions that the spirits could answer with yes or no. (Like, does this person love me and other questions like that.) Then, Sam and I made further contact with a spirit. It was German, judging by the fake name it gave us. Although, it may have just been fucking with our minds. When Sam and I asked if the spirit meant us harm, it said yes. Of course, we freaked out and moved away. Breaking contact with the board doesn't always mean breaking contact with the spirit, but I'm fairly certain we broke away from the spirit, too.&lt;br /&gt;Kalie and Leah went next and contacted a new spirit. Eventually, the spirit told us it name was Gab. We also learned that Gab was 18, and died by her own hand (suicide.) She came to us simply looking conversation and friends. We learned later on that Gab is also Kalie's guardian. We talked with her and got to know her more; she's a really awesome guardian. We hope to be able to contact her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to go back to my house because my mum didn't like us being at the park speaking to spirits at twelve in the morning. ^^; So, we went back and did more readings. I, having trained my spiritual senses and having a strong spiritual power, sensed something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it until we decided to go inside. I went to go retrieve a sweater (we had placed over the out door lights so we could be in only candle and moon light) and found out why I was so uneasy. It turned out a spirit was out there. It wasn't any run-of-the-mill spirit, either. It held extreme malice towards one of us and was probably going to attack. The first person it would attack would have been me; spirits attack those who have the highest spiritual strength first. I'm to entirely sure why it's like this, but I think it has to do with the fact that spiritual power draws on their own power or something. They go after the strongest person to get rid of them, then they go after the second strongest and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went rushing back into my little courtyard and told everyone to get inside immediately. If I was going to be in danger, no else needed to be in danger has well.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not saying anymore about the spirit or anything; only that it comes around a lot and is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;That's all about spirits. Now it is time for Saturday between three and six in the morning. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all piled into my dad's room (it's the biggest room, so we kicked him out so we could all sleep together) and went to sleep around three. Sam, Rachel and I were on the bed, Kalie and Leah were on the ground. I was still worried about the spirit, and kept getting up and going downstairs to check things out. I simply couldn't fall asleep. When I finally crawled back in bed (which was hard, since I was in the middle) I found that Rachel was also awake. She kept me up until six in the freaking morning trying to figure out what my first Tarot question and other random stuff. We had fun being retards though. We also had our first make out...at five in the morning. -twitch-&lt;br /&gt;FYI- Rachel and I are going out; we have been since February 26. Sam and I had been going out for over a year before we broke up and Rachel went out a few days later. Leah and Rachel had recently broken up, after having over half a year long relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sam went out with John on the 25th, Rachel and I got together on the 26th, and Leah and Richard got together on the 27th. Pretty weird how it was all in a row. Anyway, yes I am Bi...or Lesbian. I'm not entirely sure. I haven't liked a guy since fourth or fifth grade. =) My and Rachel's parents do not know we are going out, and we're going to wait for a time when we can tell them on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll stop typing now. This was one long-ass blog. xD I wonder who will actually read it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-517359766891297358?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/517359766891297358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=517359766891297358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/517359766891297358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/517359766891297358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-6083483299457022140</id><published>2008-06-16T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:18:19.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay, this blog is on this past Friday (The 13th!). This one is going to cover my party. My next blog will talk about Friday after ten/Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay, so the party was for my birthday, which was on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Before the party, Leah and Kalie came over to help me decorate. They weren't the largest of help after a little bit; they got distracted on inhaling the helium. Once I got them to get out of my way, they were amusing on the side while I continued to work. The funniest part was when Kalie inhaled the helium and said "Hiii.... I'm Kalie! Destroyer of worlds!" I was about to die laughing. I got a video of it; too bad the damn video doesn't have sound, which was the whole point. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I invited twelve people; and all showed up. Two people were late, but that's better than them not showing up at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyway, once we got everyone settled, Leah, Kalie, Ivy, Brittany and I all attempted to teach the people how to play Bunco (see Birthday! blog). By the Goddess, that was the hardest thing to do. xD Everyone kept asking for repeats. If the people would have settled down and actually listened, I'm sure we could have gotten through it much faster. But, I don't blame them. It was a party, and everyone pretty much knew each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We played bunco, and everyone caught on and understood the game fully. It's always easier when you have the people watch and play along. It makes explaining a bit easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After that we ate pizza and got dressed to go outside and swim in my pool! Have you ever had twelve people trying to change into swimsuits all at the same time? It's dangerous. xD Everyone was fighting over the bathrooms and bedrooms. Eventually we got everyone out and into the pool, though. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We played Marco Polo (with twelve people in an eight-foot pool, that was interesting. =P), and then just swam around and did our own things. John, being an idiot, didn't swim around much. The pool was heated, but the air was windy; thus was it cold to the wet body. Once he was in and wet, he just stood there shivering. I had to chase him around to keep him moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If I thought people changing into bathing suits was dangerous, you should have seen it when everyone went back inside to change again. That was scary. Cold, wet people fighting over bedrooms and bathrooms. You can bet I stayed out of the way. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Then we went downstairs, ate ice cream cake (since I don't like frosting) and opened presents. I got gift cards to Target, Barnes and Noble, Hot Topic, and Best buy. I also got some jewelry, a statue, cds, and a stuff animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've used my Barnes and Noble card to get a cool series of books (I'll probably post about them later); I used my Hot Topic card to buy a corset-like top, and I used my Best Buy card to buy a new computer game. I'm not sure what I'll buy with my Target card; we'll see when I get taken over to Target later this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To summarize the day, it was amusing, chaotic, and really, really fun! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's all on the party! I'll post about Friday night later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-6083483299457022140?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6083483299457022140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=6083483299457022140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/6083483299457022140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/6083483299457022140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-1696894441582307084</id><published>2008-06-15T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:14:41.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hide-and-go-seek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay, from Thursday to Sunday was a really busy weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll post a new blog for each event, otherwise you'll be reading one loooonnng blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, starting at Thursday, June 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It wasn't that busy of a day, really. I went over to Sam's with Leah and we hung out and watched TV, waiting for Sam's boyfriend, John, to come over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me tell you, it was a long, torturous wait. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sam's little brother (Tyler) and sister (Sydney) have endless amounts of energy stored up. At least Sydney takes a break and settles down when you want her to. Tyler runs all over the house, screaming in his extremely high-pitched tones. I swear, if he was just one octave higher he could speak to freaking dolphins or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That boy is always running around; it's no surprise he runs into walls sometimes. I know that sounds mean, but you should see this kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, I got realllyyy bored of just sitting around and doing nothing, and went to play hide-and-go-seek with the kids. It's amazing how you can play that game for hours in a house, and kids never get bored. Even if they run out of hiding places, they keep playing. It's really amusing. So, I hid and I sought. Apparently I'm the "hiding master" because whenever I play with the little kids, I find at least one good spot where the have to give up on finding me. That good spot? It's usually somewhere obvious and right out in the open. It's pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, by the time I was tired of hide-and-go-seek, John was there. We all sat around, talked, and waited until Sam's mum came home and took us out to eat pizza. Once we were inside, Tyler was flying over to the arcade. Damn, that kid was fast. xD I had to retrieve him a few times. I thought one of us was going to have to retrieve John, since he wanted to go on the little pony ride thing so badly. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All in all, Thursday was a good day; tiring, but good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My next blog will be about Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-1696894441582307084?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1696894441582307084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=1696894441582307084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/1696894441582307084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/1696894441582307084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday.html' title='Thursday!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-2527207047715371173</id><published>2008-06-11T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:31:24.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunco'/><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, yesterday (the 10th) was my birthday. It started out not too great, because my mum and dad were fighting already, but otherwise it was a pretty good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My gifts were: a Japanese Zen Garden, from my mum and dad, Tarot Cards from my Aunt, a Japanese scent thing from my sister, a remote control boat-thing for my pool, and a new Kodak digital camera. (Yeah, the last two presents soo do not fit in with the other presents. xD)&lt;br /&gt;I really love all of my presents. A few of them were pleasant surprises, while others were exactly what I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Leah and I hung out before we had to walk the dogs (I'll explain that later). We had fun just being retards an exploring/setting up my gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I came home, I helped Mum set up for her Bunco party. Bunco is a dice game with 3 rounds of six for a total of 18 rounds. Each round goes with a number on the dice. So, 1 would be four people at one table rolling dice and aiming for ones. There are three tables, the Head table, the Middle table, and the Lower table; four people sit at each table for a total of twelve people playing. If the head table gets a Bunco (when someone rolls all three dices and each one ends up being the number of that round-ie. the round is six, so someone rolls three sixes; that would be a bunco.) then that round is over, and the go to the next round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, I played Bunco in my mum's place, that way she could continue cooking, cleaning, and such. You wouldn't believe how many times I was asked what high school I was going to, how old I was, and all of that. It was hilarious, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;At the end, of course, a group of the girls did what I had dreaded; they sang me happy birthday. =P It was nice, but embarrassing. The desert, that always comes after the bunco rounds and before the prizes, was an ice cream cake. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Charlene, my mum's boss, is one of the bunco ladies. She chose a rug for her prize, for she won the most non-buncos (those are when you roll a dice of all the same number, but the number isn't the one for the round- ie. the round is round five, and you roll three ones. That's a non-bunco.). The rug she chose had been one I liked, and in the end, she gave it to me has a birthday present, even though I could have gone out and gotten the rug if I had wanted. It was very nice of her. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Of course, my mum had to ruin the nice evening by yelling at Dad when he came home. "What are you doing here?! I told you stay at the bowling alley, no one wants you here!" Dad kind of lives here too, you know, Mum. My father has every right to come back to his house, especially since it's his daughter's birthday. Dad didn't need to throw one of his semi-fits and throw a water bottle, though... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-shrug- Oh well. All in all, the day was a really good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, that's all. I'm tired and wish to go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-2527207047715371173?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2527207047715371173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=2527207047715371173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2527207047715371173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2527207047715371173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-2167292734422265226</id><published>2008-06-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:33:58.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shot'/><title type='text'>Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ohh, today sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had to go to my new doctor and get a shot; note I said new. I hated my old doctor, and finally had to transfer to my dad's doctor because she only accepted patients that had a "yearly good bill of health." I'm sooo happy I got away from my old doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, today I went with my dad, filled out a ton of paperwork, and then was sent to the little room in the back with him where my blood pressure and all that good stuff was taken care of. (By the way, you know the new freaky blood pressure things that actually tighten around your arm? Yeah, that scared the crap out of me. I'd never had one of those kind put on my arm. I'm used to the one where the doctor pumps it with the little squeezy-thing. Lol. xD) Then I had to sit in the room for over an hour, cooking with the agonizing notion that I was about to get a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hate doctors, and I hate other people with needles. I'm fine when either my friends or I are holding the needle, but freak out when someone else, especially a doctor, is holding any form of a needle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;An hour and forty-five minutes of waiting for one damn little poke with a needle? You've got to be kidding me. It didn't hurt at all...until the fluid was ejected into me; it hurt a bit then. I'm still a little sore now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My dad wants to take me back to get some other series shot. I'll go mutiny on him if he even tries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, I'm going to stop reliving the shot now. I'm done ranting about the shot for the day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-2167292734422265226?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2167292734422265226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=2167292734422265226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2167292734422265226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2167292734422265226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/shot.html' title='Shot'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-1744610300645190592</id><published>2008-06-08T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:50:59.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Heart Tuesday'/><title type='text'>The Band!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so remember I mentioned that my friends had a band, and that I'd tell you about it later? Well, later is now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEuX-aEe6qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hS6T1xEBD24/s1600-h/ba+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209424492389919394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEuX-aEe6qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hS6T1xEBD24/s320/ba+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Above: Rachel, Guitarist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: Leah, Bassist&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209425172627330770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEuYmAJuFtI/AAAAAAAAABE/APABVuGxfjQ/s320/ba+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209428164965266706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEubULerdRI/AAAAAAAAABc/E7HzxrQH5JY/s320/ba+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Above: Ivy, Singer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: Sam, Drummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209426485101194786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEuZyZf37iI/AAAAAAAAABU/q3xTJJsAj7k/s320/ba+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;These are all really close friends of mine, so you'll probably hear me refer to them a lot in my blogs. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, they created the band last year and went through a few singers before they found Ivy. Since then, Ivy has remained the singer, and probably will continue to be so for a long time to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rachel is generally the person that holds the band together, since she knows how to play all the instruments and taught everyone how to play theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sam learned how to play the drums from Rachel, and still is. She's learning steadily, and doing a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Leah also learned how to play her bass from Rachel. She is now learning a bit more from her boyfriend, Richard, and is getting better steadily with practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All together, they make the band they call Black Heart Tuesday. The name has changed multiple times, so there's no guarantee that is what they'll stick with. ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They practice weekly and currently are working on their cover of Die Die My Darling, by Aiden, has well has I'm Not Okay, by My Chemical Romance. They also have other songs they are working on. I'll update in other blogs on what they are working on, and will probably post some videos that I'll record later on. The last band practice I went to was on Wednesday, since it was the last day of school and it was a half day. I did record some videos, but none of them were in good visual or sound quality. I'll have to be careful about that next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Duani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&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/9054093987272156233-1744610300645190592?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1744610300645190592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=1744610300645190592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/1744610300645190592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/1744610300645190592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/band.html' title='The Band!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEuX-aEe6qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hS6T1xEBD24/s72-c/ba+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-4461910732633219426</id><published>2008-06-07T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:51:40.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storm Thief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEpJEmZ0BHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dpbJN88lI4s/s1600-h/storm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209056262384518258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEpJEmZ0BHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dpbJN88lI4s/s320/storm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okay, ready for the next review? Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Storm Thief by Chris Wooding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I read this a few weeks ago, and I have to say I really liked it. It kept me interested throughout the book. For the most part, I wanted to continue reading and reading and- well, you get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Storm Thief takes place in a city of complete chaos, Orokos. It's constantly assaulted by probability storms that randomly re-arrange the world. It has stood for so long that history has forgotten it, and its citizens no longer question what else may exist outside Orokos. Everyone is to believe that in this world, Orokos is the only place there is. Then, two thieves, and one unlikely friend of theirs', discover a map that holds the key to the secret at the heart of Orokos. But many others want this very key, and are willing to do whatever they can to get their hands on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If you like adventure, fantasy, and a little dash of romance, then this is for you. I'm certain a lot of people will like this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~ Duani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-4461910732633219426?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4461910732633219426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=4461910732633219426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/4461910732633219426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/4461910732633219426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/books_07.html' title='Books!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEpJEmZ0BHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dpbJN88lI4s/s72-c/storm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-2769338523636635588</id><published>2008-06-07T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:33:29.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Priest of Blood'/><title type='text'>Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEpDik66ILI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5SkXhzrOAEo/s1600-h/priest.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209050180312768690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEpDik66ILI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5SkXhzrOAEo/s320/priest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, I said I'd give some reviews of a few books every once in awhile, right? ( Remember, I don't guarantee you'll like the books I decide to review. =) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well here's one I finished reading( I read books really fast, so I probably will be posting a lot about books, if I remember to. ^^' ) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Priest of Blood by Douglas Clegg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is the first of three books in the Vampyricon series. It looked and sounded really interesting, so I decided to try it out. I have to be honest and say that I found the beginning incredibly &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. It just takes a little bit of time to get into it, I suppose; at least it did for me, and I love vampires/fantasy books. But once I got going, it was really interesting. I got through it before I realized it, which tends to happen a lot to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, this book is about a young man, named Aleric, (the Falconer), and his journey from being a poor boy, to a falconer at in the Baron's household; he story also speaks of his unrequited love for the Baron's daughter. When his love is found out, he is forcibly conscripted as a soldier and sent to the Holy Land to fight; unfortunately, he has lost all faith and conscience. He cares not for his life any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Soon, he finds a new love. "She calls herself Pythia -- and in her passionate, bloody embrace, he also finds his destiny..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I found it a truly good book, even if you had to try to keep yourself interested in some parts. You can find it in most libraries, if you'd like to take a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Duani &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-2769338523636635588?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2769338523636635588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=2769338523636635588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2769338523636635588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/2769338523636635588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/books.html' title='Books!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEpDik66ILI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5SkXhzrOAEo/s72-c/priest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-7933083630733276354</id><published>2008-06-05T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:08:07.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last day of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm so sad, and yet I'm really happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day after the last day of school. It feels so strange to not be getting up early in the morning and getting ready for another long, but interesting, day of school. I actually got up at six and was about to get ready for my imaginary school day when I realized I had around eleven or more weeks without school. When I went back to bed, it felt like I was skipping school. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;These past two years in middle school were probably the best school years I have ever had. I met tons of great people like Rachel and Sam (two of my best friends from school) and got to go to school with older friends like Brittany (also on a blogger!) and Leah (Life-long best friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have to say that eighth grade was the best school year, though. There were a ton of tough, sad times, but the happy times and my friends are what made it worth it. If I had the choice to rewind and relive the year, I probably would; especially if I could relive just after Valentine's Day up to now. I had all my friends, and we had so much fun. We were all super retarded at times, which made it all the more fun. We had sad times, and serious times, too. All in all, this school year was so great, I hated that it ended.&lt;br /&gt;When good things end, some of the good has to continue. I know a lot of my friends will still be with me in high school, and I know I will stay in touch with those who aren't going to the same high school. It's just sad about those who won't be going to the same high school has me, because I won't be able to see them as much. There will be times where I'll have to go weeks, or months, without seeing one of those particular friends. But, it's good that I won't totally go without seeing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm particularly worried about Rachel; I won't get to see her much. I can't go to every band practice (My friends have their own band, I'll probably post about them tomorrow, or sometime really early in the morning if I'm still up) and see her. I wonder how our relationship will be over the summer; and how it will be throughout highschool? But I'm not going to really go into that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The last period of the day was the most dismal. Our English teacher sang a very beautiful, stirring song that basically told us to have good lives and wished us well. Just when she finished singing, it was time for the enrichment video. The video was a slide show of a lot of the events that happened this year. Of course, the music on it was the Graduation Song, by Vitamin C. By the end of the day, and the video, over half the class was crying. That includes myself, unfortunately. I really hadn't expected to cry, but I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm happy that school is out, though. It's finally time to hang out, celebrate, and have has much fun as possible! My birthday is next week on Tuesday (June 10th), and I'm having a party on Friday the 13th. That will be fun. Of course, I'll blog about both days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll stop being bi-polar and changing from feeling strange, to sad, to happy again. I hope I didn't make you depressed with this blog! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;~Duani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054093987272156233-7933083630733276354?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7933083630733276354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=7933083630733276354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/7933083630733276354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/7933083630733276354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-after.html' title='Day After'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054093987272156233.post-5295055056907694748</id><published>2008-06-05T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:10:15.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first blog'/><title type='text'>First Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEjUQ2yNMbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TAT5izvH3pI/s1600-h/torpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208646355103068594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEjUQ2yNMbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TAT5izvH3pI/s320/torpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hey! So, I'm Karah/Duani/Gee/Gerard, whatever people want to call me, or know me by; and, yep, that's me above in the picture to the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I mainly started blogging because of my friend, and because it sounded like fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll probably talk about my family, my friends, things I like, and other stuff. Just whatever I feel like talking about at the time. I might give some ideas for mangas, books, and movies that I think other people might like; especially if it's one particle thing I found and loved a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, that's about it for my first blog! Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Duani&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&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/9054093987272156233-5295055056907694748?l=mythicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5295055056907694748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054093987272156233&amp;postID=5295055056907694748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/5295055056907694748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054093987272156233/posts/default/5295055056907694748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythicnight.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-blog.html' title='First Blog!'/><author><name>Mythicnight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933277810046346599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SWCAQOzk7JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ruO7H5lsSa0/S220/Pose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iYMdEGUA3Sc/SEjUQ2yNMbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/TAT5izvH3pI/s72-c/torpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
