<?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-7967283</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:23:30.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinical</title><subtitle type='html'>La la la... Huh? Oh, hello, there. Come on in... heheheh...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-6570189035234274168</id><published>2008-10-18T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:27:48.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm....</title><content type='html'>I... almost completely forgot I had this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think nobody reads it. Grandpa read it, but he passed away this summer. So it's left without a reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can post to it anymore. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-6570189035234274168?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6570189035234274168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=6570189035234274168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/6570189035234274168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/6570189035234274168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2008/10/uhm.html' title='Uhm....'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-1146692260561430858</id><published>2007-11-28T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:23:38.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghandi and Candy Canes</title><content type='html'>So. Who do you think you are, trying to sell me candy canes? You KNOW that I can't afford them. You know that I get addicted very easily. WHY WHY WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I know why. Because you're a stupid head and you want my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does Ghandi come in to all of this? I still need to buy the dumb book for my philosophy class....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-1146692260561430858?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1146692260561430858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=1146692260561430858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/1146692260561430858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/1146692260561430858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/ghandi-and-candy-canes.html' title='Ghandi and Candy Canes'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-622393982408840607</id><published>2007-11-17T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:47:09.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many months has it been? My last post here celebrated my 18th birthday... Nifty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-622393982408840607?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/622393982408840607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=622393982408840607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/622393982408840607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/622393982408840607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-many-months-has-it-been-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-7767091624909455146</id><published>2007-02-13T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:04:24.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, then.</title><content type='html'>First blog post as an 18 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not a heck of a lot to say, I'm afraid. Just that I'm now legal. Fear. Fear for your lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-7767091624909455146?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7767091624909455146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=7767091624909455146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/7767091624909455146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/7767091624909455146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-then.html' title='Well, then.'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-116368815660815465</id><published>2006-11-16T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:42:36.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS DOWN!</title><content type='html'>oh yeah. The web blocker is down, so I can access my blog! GO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to update on... Just that this is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-116368815660815465?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/116368815660815465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=116368815660815465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/116368815660815465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/116368815660815465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-down.html' title='ITS DOWN!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-116251462269563217</id><published>2006-11-02T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:43:42.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo</title><content type='html'>Ah, alas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months have sped by during which I have not posted a single word here, and for that I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, however, I am consumed with a burning desire to write. Since I cannot seem to work on my NaNo story, I will write ABOUT it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo, if I may explain, is an amazing, 30-day challenge. From November 1st to November 31st, you spend every waking moment focused on one thing: your novel. Your 50,000 word novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fantastic idea, and one in which I am partaking of this year. My novel? A rewrite of my life, rebooting at approximately 7 years old and taking me through military training, culminating in an epic battle between the US Governent and hoardes of Nazis, Ninjas, Robots and Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not. I haven't figured if I can use the Zombies yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-116251462269563217?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/116251462269563217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=116251462269563217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/116251462269563217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/116251462269563217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2006/11/nanowrimo.html' title='NaNoWriMo'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-114609715825951162</id><published>2006-04-26T19:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:53:13.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick, tock.</title><content type='html'>And once again, after an insaely long absence, I have returned. Wow, my last post I was still 16. Incredible, ne? Now, however, I am 17 years old, I am passing all my classes, and I am (shock of all shocks) whearing an all-white outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you may get up from your feinged heart attacks... And the real ones, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually, I am wearing a grey sweater. See, today we thought I had a dentist appointment, so we went to Alpena only to discover that I didn't hav an appointment, so... Well, by that time I wouldn't ahve gotten back to school until well after it would be a decent time, so I played hookie. Yeah, big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, well, we went to Big Lots, where I got this ADORABLE little thing called a Nohohon. It's like a little bobble head whose head actually sways back and forth by a little.. well, I don't think it's a motor.. but it has a solar cell thingy that charges it. Whatever it is, it's adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Big Lots, we went to JoAnn's fabrics and got me a beautiful fabric for a kimono. 8 yards, yes, but at only 2 dollars a year, it was insanely cheap. Well, for JoAnn's at least. Anyway, it's this really pretty black with pink and yellow flaowers on it. When the kimono is made, I'll post picutres. I jsut need an obi and an obi-jime for it now. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After JoAnns, we went to Wal-Mart. &lt;3 gotta love it. I got a long, full white skirt in the style that I prefer... I have noticed my family's somewhat reluctant acceptance of my more usual, bomber blacks and dark blues and greens, and have decided to humor them slightly in this purchase. I also got a matching white tank top, as well as a brilliant green and oragne and purple tye-dye-rumble-twist-whatever the heck it is shirt... It's the kind of shirt i wouldn't normally be caught dead it, you know? Plus a pretty sage green tunic-style top.  So all in all, an outfit i'd never normally wear. (Plus matching white shoes). But I'll give it a shot. It'd be cool to walk in to school wearing the whole white ensemble... and then my black coat over it. I'd look like a penguin. The Matrix Penguin, with my glasses. Oh yeah. ph33r d4 p3ngu1n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... Well, life's been life. I'm in a good mood, so I can't particularly recall any of the worse aspects of it, but in any case. It's finally getting warmer up here, which is a blessing all it's own, dance is becoming harder than I'd like, but the end is near. For my brithday, I got Dance Dance Revolution for PS2, plus a PS2 and a dance mat (the exact setup I had previously wished for &lt;3&lt;3 I love my parents). Therefore, I now have something to actively occupy me for a while &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Wow, for not haivng blogged in a while, I really can't think of much to say... O.o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-114609715825951162?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/114609715825951162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=114609715825951162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/114609715825951162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/114609715825951162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2006/04/tick-tock_26.html' title='Tick, tock.'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-113882899771038099</id><published>2006-02-01T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:23:17.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>Well, the coutdown is on. Ten days and couting to two major events: one being the first ever school dance I attend in Michigan, and the other being my Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, though, i have to share: I have once again managed to freak out my parents! I purchased a bottle of &lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt; nail polish. This is the first bottle of black polish that I have ever owned. The only reason mom let me get it was because, in the store, she thought it was black. So we get home and she looks at the label, "NYC Colors - Black Cream Lace". "What?!" She cries. "I thought this was brown?" "No, mother." At which point mom looks kind of shocked, you know that look where they just realize all of the sudden that thier kid isn't quite the 5-year-old pink-frilly kid they remeber? ... Well, realize it again? I remeber when I first wore all black, with the makeup and everything... Poor parents, they must have about died. But hey, that's who I am right now, you're only a teenage once, and only the seriously hardcore goths can get away with black after 18. Since I'm obviously NOT hardcore Goth... Well, I have to get it in while I can. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I AM wearing a champange overcoat on it, so it's not like... Black-black right now. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so anyway, moving on. Going to homecoming... Well, I have my dress, although I am going to look into another one. As it is, I have a knee-length burgandy halter dress, wedge heels with a gold design on the side, and my hair is going to just go up in a clip. I haven't decided on makeup or nails yet, but chances are they'll be black/dark. Like I said, I gotta be me. ESPECIALLY at a school dance, when it won't be too outrageous. If I can find the right dress, the effect will be even cooler, you know, becuase what I really want is... well, if I find it, I'll tell you. Until then, it stays in my head. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Next topic: Birthday. No party, no presents I guess. But... Well, I just don't really care. Call me apathetic, but... I can't think of a single actual present I really, really want (except the PS2, DDR pad, and DDR games (Dance Dance Revolution Extreme 2 being at the top of my list), but that would be about 200 bucks for the whole thing, so I'm not gonna get my hopes up), so I'll just hold out for the cash and see if I can buy it myself &lt;3 Fifty bucks in the bank right now, I just need 150 more! (*dies* riiight. That's gonna happen soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T-Minus Ten Days and counting...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-113882899771038099?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/113882899771038099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=113882899771038099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113882899771038099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113882899771038099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2006/02/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-113856289938695126</id><published>2006-01-29T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T14:29:27.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming... O.o;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/1600/Kenshin%20under%20Sakura%20tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/200/Kenshin%20under%20Sakura%20tree.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, since this school up here is uber-stupid, they have a homecoming for Basketball as well as Football. Now, I understand that there really is jack-squat to do up here, so you kind of have to invent events, but still... Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the story goes like this: Buncha people have decided to gang up on my and get me to go to with a guy from school. Well, one groups wants me to go with one guy, and a totally different groups is trying (and failing) to conspire to get me with another guy (whom they don't know except by name). So anyway, I've got this whole conspiracy to get me to homecoming. While I admit it's kind of nice that people want to include me, I still don't know if dances are my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a long talk with &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; of my friends, it turns out that I will, in fact, go to homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heart attacks, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I don't want to be the cause of some coronary arrest somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, crap. Someone get a medic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* So anyway. I've got my dress and everything. And I didn't have to spend a single cent on any of it. Except the ticket to the game/dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going to the game, too. Scary, ne? I'm growing a social life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even as my social life grows, every story idea i've ever had flies out of my head. I can't write anymore! *dies* I haven't come up with a good story in almost 5 months! Octavia was... okay, for a vingette. Red Circle was more of a vingette, too. I guess that one was okay... But... well, I know for a fact that the peak of my writing career is now over. I mean, I'm not gonna stop trying, but... I jsut don't hav eth epaitence to stick to any of the stuff anymore. And I can't just write PG-13 stuff anymore, but I hate writing R... I was never any good whatsoever at romance, I'm horrible with SIs, way too many OCs (for fanfiction), all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm shutting down my FF.N account for a while. Well, not shutting down, but I'm not even going to look at it for a while, much less post. Maybe, slowly, I'll get better. Look at some other stories elsewhere. Get some more professional feedback, that kind of thing. I'm sick of reviews that say "cute story, i lik it. update now!". 'lik' was intentionally misspelled, as it as been on so many reviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think aobut it, one of my favorite reviews was from this person who called themself "Mary Sue Hunter". They told me what was wrong with it, told me how to improve it, and even though I didn't appreciate it back then, I appreciate it now, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. I've gotten as off-topic as possible, so to wrap up, I will explain my picture for this post! ^^ The cute little red-head is Kenshin. He used to be an assassin, but he gave that up after his first wife died. Now he's a rurouni, a sort of wanderer, who has vowed never to kill again, no matter what. Of course, this causes a few problems becuase, as an assassin, he's gained quite a few enemies, you understand, and all of them want to kill him. Lol, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked one of him under the sakura trees in anticipation of the (still long-off) spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-113856289938695126?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/113856289938695126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=113856289938695126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113856289938695126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113856289938695126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2006/01/homecoming-oo.html' title='Homecoming... O.o;'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-113609569283829477</id><published>2006-01-01T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:08:12.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year?</title><content type='html'>An hour into the new year and already a breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I just want to cry. It won't solve anything, but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MISS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my friends! Nothing I can do, but I miss them, and it physically hurts. This is my second New Year in Michigan, and... I don't know. It physically hurts. My gut feels like it's been stabbed, my throat is tight, my chest hurts... My eyes burn and sting and my tears are aggrivating my cracked and chapped lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish I was HOME. I wish this move had never happened, that I was still back, toasting the new year with Jaslynn and Paris, sipping sparkling cider and tossing back caviar, grinning at thier disgusted looks. I miss the Bauers, Aunt Al, I miss Darlene coming to pick them up a bit after midnight, wishing her a happy new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss coming back to school, excitedly sharing my winter break with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years to all of you; To Jaslynn and Paris, whom I miss with all my heart; To Ashley and Chanel, who are and will forever be my soul sisters, To Nicole and Catty, whom I will never in a million  New Years forget; Gabby, the little sister I always had to protect and teach; and Kierston, the one who will always and forever be my &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; real, true best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the people who made my life worth living in Maryland, I make this New Years Pledge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Elizabeth Smith, resolve to change to the best of my ability in the year of Two-Thousand-Six, Anno Domini. I resolve to do this by being less isolative and more social. I resolve to no longer passively take the insults and put-downs that come my way, but to defende myself against them and give the insulters no more reason to insult. I'm now promising that I will focuse academically and athletically, toning my mind and body so that I can live healthier, longer, and happier, so that I can be there fore my friends as they've been there fore me. I resolve to tell people when I'm sad or angry, instead of hiding it with the cop-out 'I'm jsut tired'. I resolve to fake it less and be more genuine, to tell people the good things about me, rather than push them away with the bad things. I resolve to try and put th past behind me and live for the future, however hard it may be to see, however rought the road gets I shall not EVER take the 'easy' way out. I won't mope behind a screen name all my life, but celebrate with the people who care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart, I will try to hold true to these promises in the year 2006. If I should fail, these resolutions will by all means carry to the next year, and on and on until I am living the life I WANT to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I miss you guys back home... I love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-113609569283829477?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/113609569283829477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=113609569283829477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113609569283829477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113609569283829477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year?'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-113572423508736635</id><published>2005-12-27T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:57:15.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merri Kerisimasu!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/haiku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/haiku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/haiku.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day late, dollar short, big whoop. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still the Holiday Break!!! And, in the spirit of the holidays, I've composed a haiku. Don't get on me about syllable count, etc, because extensive research has proved that you can write a haiku without having the typical 5-7-5 lines. Here, for your enjoyment, is my haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate pouring,&lt;br /&gt;comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives you warm, fuzzy feelings dosent it? &lt;3 lol well I certainly hope everyone had a very good Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My image this time is one I made myself. It's a pretty image, if you ask me. Simple, like the Haiku it frames:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kateikankiyou yuriatsumatte.&lt;br /&gt;atsuri chiyokore-to o taguneterutte,&lt;br /&gt;taguchime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can guess at the translation? (Hint: look at the English version just above it! &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! I painstaking took over an hour to check and double-check the spellin and conjugations to make sure that this beautiful peice of work can be understood in not one, but two languages. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other haiku, yes... This one here was written kind of spur-of-the-moment, and is not yet refined, so I'll only post the pretty kanji for it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;真正華&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;陰ので嫌い&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;萎びる雪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looks pretty, dosent it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, thats about it for now. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;でわまた！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lata &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-113572423508736635?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/113572423508736635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=113572423508736635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113572423508736635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113572423508736635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/12/merri-kerisimasu.html' title='Merri Kerisimasu!!!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-113331398094434749</id><published>2005-11-29T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:26:21.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve!</title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone! I know, it's been forever. I think. I've lsot track fo time, it's been so long. Thing's have been okay, I guess. About as well or poorly as they've ever been, you understand. I just decided to post becuase I had the oddest question posed to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by someone how, when I have everything going for me the way I do, with a great family, a ton of friends, no real constricting finincial obligations, lack of total ugliness, and no lack whatsoever of brains, how I could POSSIBLY be so depressed all the time. He was only the third person ever, in my life, to ask me something like this. Ashley and Nicole are the only two others, and they've both known me for years and are really, really close to me, you know? So to hear this coming from someone whom I'm, quite honestly, not NEARLY as close to, was something of a shock. I believe, though, that his words ran something like: &lt;em&gt;"It's kind of depressing for the rest of us to know that someone who has everything going for them could be so sad all the time."&lt;/em&gt; Admittedly, a valid point. But I don't know why... O.o; I told him so, of course, but still, it bugs me when I don't have answers, as anyone who knows me personally can attest to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. Recently, I went on a mini-shopping spree and got several new skirts and a few shirts. Usually I don't like shopping too much, but it was totally spur-of-the-moment and I got a lot of stuff that really fits me, you know? I'm not a cutesy person. I'm not a preppy person, I don't flaunt myself, and I don't usually enjoy showing off, drawing attention or anything like that... So to find things in Wal-Mart that I really liked (besides things in the men's jean section) was kind of miraculous. So anyway, I got a few skirts, a few shirts and a sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to other topics again, I've recently become utterly engrossed (even moreso) in my primetime shows: Criminal Minds, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, NUMB3RS, and even a bit of NCIS. It's been wonderful, having those to look forward to each week. It helps the days go by quicker, you know? I'm dissapointed that NUMB3RS won't be on this Friday... But what can you do? I'm going to see about taping the episodes of CSI, CM, and Numb3rs that I'll be missing on Vacation, becuase I couldn't bear to miss them! *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Christmas Break is coming up. We are going to... *drumroll, please* FLORIDA! It'll be my first time in the state, nevermind in Disney World, our ultimate destination. I'm really excited, but at the same time kind of scared. I've never been to such a deticated themed park like that, and I'm not entirely used to, nor do I like crowds, characters, or lots of screaming kids... But I imagine it will be worth it. I'll try my best to enjoy it. There are plenty of thrill rides, so I'm told, to keep me occupied. *adreneline junkie at heart* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, of course, comes my birthday... My seventeenth birthday. I'm torn between elation and terror. I didn't do anything to celebrate my sixteenth birthday, partly out of spite, partly out of depression, partly out of the fact that I jsut don't like a big fuss being made over me. I hate surprise parties, and I'd hope that everyone knows that, so there's no chance of someone else getting something toether for me... But in any case, my seventeenth. I'm still debating a party this year. I mean, I don't have any real close friends that I'd want to spend a few hours with just having fun, partly becuase everyone I DO know has a totally different idea of fun than I do, partly becuase those who have a similar idea of fun I, quite frankly, get kind of sick of after too long, and partly becuase I'm probably going to want to mope, and people don't like me when I mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but mope lately, things have been... Not nessicarily hard, but I'm getting mroe and more worried about growing up, getting a job, moving out. I'm probably going to move somewhere away from everything I know. Possibly back to Texas, but near a city, so not too close to Grandma and Grandpa, possibly back to Maryland, possibly somewhere else that I've never been. But I refuse to stay here, there are no oppurtunities to move up in the workplace here, not to mention a distinct lack of jobs outside the medical profession that would earn much money. I don't know. All I know is that it's looming closer, I have no idea what to do about it, and I'm terrified of it. I mean, who isn't? But everyone I know and am firends with has plans, colleges mapped out, carreers, three of my friends are even engaged/promised! And here I am, without a college, carreer idea, or boyfriend to my future. What's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's late, and therefore I must run off and lay in bed until sheer exhaustion pulls me into the blissful land of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-113331398094434749?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/113331398094434749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=113331398094434749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113331398094434749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113331398094434749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/11/salve.html' title='Salve!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-113237435349138362</id><published>2005-11-18T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:25:53.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwoop!</title><content type='html'>Howdy everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it? Once again, I am lost in a haze of ignoring schoolwork, fretting over relationships, and blowuping up at people at the most inoppurtune times. &lt;3 But oh well, that's why you all love me so much, right? *crickets*... Riiiight? *lon parson in the back cheers and is subsequently knocked out*... right... ¬_¬¿ Thanks for your support, guys. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back to expound upon my latest, greatest obsession: Police dramas! Well, technically one is an investigation drama and the other two are FBI things, but you get the idea. Namely, these three shows are CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Criminal Minds and NUMB3RS, in order by time they come on in the week. It's very scary, I have a primetime lineup. I've never had a television show that i watch regularly, and now I literally will drop everything and run for these shows.. It's almsot creepy. I can't wait til next Thursday, It's going to be hialrious. "MOM! I WANT TO GO HOME!" "It's a family nightl, you have to stay here." "BUT MOM!! CSI IS ONNNN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 'going home', they'd probably make me drive. Which is bad becuase, at this very moment, there is a good four inches of snow on the ground. The roads, while not snow-covered, are icy and slick and NOT salted or sanded yet, and therefore I'd skid off the road, get into a crash and not be aloowed to get my lisence for an extra six months. Which would be bad becuase mor ethan half my firends have thier full licences and I'm still in 'permit' stage. It sucks monkey bootie, to steal a phrase form a dear friend. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, returning to my primetime lineup, I LOVE SPENCER AND CHARLIE! They are the respective superginuses of Criminal Minds and NUMB3RS, one being a child psychological prodigy and th eother a child mathematical prodigy. It's so awesome. And they're both cute! It's really a shame they are both A: a considerable deal older than I am and B: Not exactly... real.... ^_^¿ yeah. Sucks, don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deep announcer voice* Will She ever find a boyfriend? Will she ever figure out just WHO took her Pocky? Will she pass her Econ test? Find out next time on: CLINICAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-113237435349138362?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/113237435349138362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=113237435349138362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113237435349138362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/113237435349138362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/11/fwoop.html' title='Fwoop!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-112975977017281173</id><published>2005-10-19T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:09:39.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La. XP</title><content type='html'>Howdy! I tweaked a bit more stuff... Yay! I'm bored out of my skull at th emoment, though, so yeah. XP Anyways... I have... nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was me in the red van. XP He whom this is for, knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol anyways... I'm BORED...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-112975977017281173?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/112975977017281173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=112975977017281173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112975977017281173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112975977017281173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-xp.html' title='La. XP'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-112758477776020839</id><published>2005-09-24T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:59:37.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Urk... &gt;.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/1600/Malik%20kinda%20in%20shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/320/Malik%20kinda%20in%20shadow.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.... okay, I'm fairly ticked off right now... at EVERYTHING.... I mean... I can't explain it, but i'm just feeling very pissy right now. I skipped school yesterday cos I jsut couldn't stand to go. there are so many utterly ridiculously STUPID people there that I can't sit through class anymore without feeling the overwhelming urge to blow someones head off. It's really weird... And nothing helps. I mean, like, some people cure their homicidal urges with fighting games, their need for speed with racing games, and thier feelings of inadequacy by mastering other kinds of games. i jsut... can't do that! I don't know why, but nothing helps. I cant force myself to work on anything, and my grades are plummeting as I speak anyway... it's really, really irritting but i feel like i ant help it. i mean... i know whats going on, I'm probably clinically depressed again, but i cant turn to anybody without them telling me "Oh, youre jsut PMSing, youll get over it" or something like "youre doing it to yourself", "i dont ahve any sympathy for you, you got yourself into it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i got myself into it! for petes sake, i know its my fault and im the onyl one who can fix it, but i can't figure out how to. I jsut cant force myself to do anything, no matter how much i try. ive tried for the past few weeks... it's just not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im headed for a nervous breakdown again... Standby for further updates... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-112758477776020839?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/112758477776020839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=112758477776020839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112758477776020839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112758477776020839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/09/urk-o.html' title='Urk... &gt;.O'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-112473942514488879</id><published>2005-08-22T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:37:05.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smirk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045377151_StuffSmirk.gif" border="0" alt="Smirk" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a&lt;br /&gt;little bit cocky and usually associated with&lt;br /&gt;evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You&lt;br /&gt;probably just don't give a damn,but it's&lt;br /&gt;everyone else's fault if you don't because&lt;br /&gt;you're too awesome to have any real faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh... "evil or arrogant, but attractive people" it sez... Lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, jsut had to share. XD &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;www.quizilla.com&lt;/a&gt; is a WONDERFUL site...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-112473942514488879?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/112473942514488879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=112473942514488879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112473942514488879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112473942514488879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/08/smirk.html' title='Smirk...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-112473783591645999</id><published>2005-08-22T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:10:35.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Age Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/1600/Bakura%20and%20RYou%20w-bunnies!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/200/Bakura%20and%20RYou%20w-bunnies%21.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/1600/Liz%20Highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I love this song, it's so totally me... Sort of. ^_^ Minus the having a girlfriend parts, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol anyways. We're getting geared up for school, naturally. I'm going to really work this year. The other years i've tried and tried, but this year I'm going to actually DO. I have to if I'm going to pass and go on to become a world-famous rock-star groupie! ((Being a groupie takes money! Ill have to become a doctor or something to do it...)) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. I'm unique that way. Lol. I've got to get batteries for my graphing calcualtor (Stupid Algebra), I've got to get my summer reading done (Stupid English), I've got to bursh up on my C++ coding (WOOT! COMPUTERS!).... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. ((I seem to like this word, ne?))... Now for the explanitory blurb about the image... That's Bakura and Ryou from the anime YuGiOh. No, the anime does not look like that, per say. That's whats called a CHIBI DRAWING! *glomps Ryou* Hes soooo kyoot, innee?? Da widdle bunnies and da psycho Tomb Robber. ^_^ Lol. I jsut thought it was adorable as far as piccies go, so I wanted to post it. It's coming up on fall, so that means SNOW! ((Yes, twisted, i know, but it's northern Michigan...)). I'll posit it again on the first snow, mmkai? ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-112473783591645999?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/112473783591645999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=112473783591645999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112473783591645999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112473783591645999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-my-age-again.html' title='What&apos;s My Age Again?'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-112456987542573822</id><published>2005-08-20T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:31:15.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/1600/Mana%20-%20Moi%20Dix%20Mois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/517/320/Mana%20-%20Moi%20Dix%20Mois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's been a year. This blog is a year old. My citizenship as a Michigander is almsot a year old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 8th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dya my life changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be the second day of the new school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous. My new teacher's first impression of me will be an embittered old hag. With admittedly good dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I've got だぬーちゃん to whip in duels. That's going to be a nice stress-reliever. (That's your new name, capiche? You know who you are, mr... duel demon, was it?....Psycho. You have too much time on your hands.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* This year will be -311. Excuse my 1337. But for pete's sake! Whoever said first is the worst, second is the best never spent a year in a place in the niddle of nowhere, 18 hours away from every single friend they had. The second is NOT the best. Nor is the third, nor the fourth. I won't get over it, you morons, stop thinking I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Anyway. My schedule this year... In alphabetic order becuase I can't rmebeer my schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra III&lt;br /&gt;American History&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;Computer Science&lt;br /&gt;English II&lt;br /&gt;English III&lt;br /&gt;Economy/Government&lt;br /&gt;Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, wouldn't you say? *grumbles about the stupid, moronic, idiotic, stupid 3==1\ system*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On another note, the lovely picture up there... Say, だぬーちゃん, wouldn't agree that person is really hot? Or are you smart enough by now to realize that nothing is as it seems? Lol. Wise idea, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lovely little hottie there is Mana, the originator of Visual Kei. *glomps him* I want to dress up Gothic Lolita for Halloween this year. I'll try, no guarantees. Lol. He has a line of clothing, but they don't ship outside of 日本, unfortuantely. So yeah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;こりみーちゃん　is in Felid Hocky, so I can't talk to her... and I'm afriad ill make everyone else depressed if I try to talk to them... Sooooo.... yeah.... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting longer than usual, methinks, so I will wrap it up. Drop me a line if you're bored enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re vera, cara mea, mea nil refert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-112456987542573822?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/112456987542573822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=112456987542573822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112456987542573822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112456987542573822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/08/oo.html' title='O.o;'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-112178788501493771</id><published>2005-07-19T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:44:45.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup... Forever.</title><content type='html'>Been a while, ain't it? Life's been happening. *gasp* You mean i hae a LIFE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Anwyays... Let's see. I've got a psuedo-job (I work 2 four-hour shifts in my aunt's shop for 20 bucks a week), I'm geting into more animes, I'm writing for more fandoms (I've branched into CSI fics now, as well), I'm working on a FullMetal Alchemist fic (A full fic, not a drabblefic), and I'm also attempting to make an animation of my own. Er... don't ask, probably wisest to keep your mind from exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I can't think of too much else. I'm cheering up slightly... THis coming school year, I have a plan. I'm graduating jsut after Christmas, hopefully. See, I'm going to try to take some online highschool courses alongside my regualr school. Four courses in school, four out of it. I can work on the out of school work on half days, holidays, weekends, low-homework nights, etc. Finish everything up, get my diploma and head straight off to Community College. Jakanow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catapultam habeo. nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam. comprende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much left to say, i gues. My life is boring. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-112178788501493771?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/112178788501493771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=112178788501493771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112178788501493771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/112178788501493771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/07/yup-forever.html' title='Yup... Forever.'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-111515857334838478</id><published>2005-05-03T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:13:53.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>muahahah.... bunny....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Copy Buny into your(\ /)&lt;br /&gt;blog to help him take(O.o)&lt;br /&gt;over the WORLD!!!(&gt; &lt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;MUAHAHHAHAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anyways.... now.... on to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PART TWO OF THE VAGATION CHRONICALES!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, when last we left out intrepid explorer, she had been glomped by her two dear friends, Nicole and Korimi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"LIZZIE!!!!!!!!" Korimi cried, attacting the attention of more than half the bowling alley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"LIZ-CHAN!!!" Catty cried, doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liz sat, stunned.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;........actually... i dont feel much like writing... so ill elave you with a cliffie.... XD at this rate i'll finish writing up my vacation account in time for next spring break!!! XD mybe then ill ahve learned my lesona nd will blog almsot daily with accounts... so .... ciao for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-111515857334838478?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/111515857334838478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=111515857334838478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/111515857334838478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/111515857334838478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/05/muahahah-bunny.html' title='muahahah.... bunny....'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-111383752704902005</id><published>2005-04-18T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:18:47.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahhaahahahha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrighties... Part one of the Vacation Chronicles!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahah!!! I drak three cups of coffee on thw ay up. GO ME! Yeah. so anyways. I tackled Ashley when she opened the door when I got to her house. We chilled for a whil, watched LOTR:ROTK:EE!!! Hehehe.. Legolas got DRUNK!!!!!!! "My.. fingers... they tingle..." WHEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Se didn't stay up too late because we had Church in the morning. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that... was an ordeal... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going over the "God's Plan for Purity in Dating, Mariage and Sex". Oh.. my.. gosh. It was hialrious... THERE WAS A PRETTY COLORED GRAPH!!!!! It was cool. That made for some interestin covnersation. HAM IS EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!.. and you do NOT wear white prom dresses. XD yupperz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That afternoon... we went... to my cousin's bowling party.... I think i still have the bruises from that tackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we went to my friend's birthday party. We came in shortly after the others got there. Allison turned around and pointed to me, causing Catty and Korimi to literally tackle me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE LATER!!! XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-111383752704902005?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/111383752704902005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=111383752704902005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/111383752704902005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/111383752704902005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/04/muahahhaahahahha.html' title='Muahahhaahahahha....'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-111340555841031682</id><published>2005-04-13T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T10:19:18.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is short...</title><content type='html'>GAH! I BROKE MY PROMISE! *ahem* anyway. Yeah. Let's see. Next post i'm going to explain my trip to MD in full(ish) detail, so be prepared to sit and read a while. Anyway. THat wasnt quite as creepy last night as the burned woman... ((For those who dont watch CSI.. SHAMEEE!!!!)) ...SPOCK!!!!!!! .\\// WOOT! *ahem* ,... yeah. lunch is almsot over. WOOT! BBL! WHEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! I AM!!! I WILL RUUULLLEEEE!!! WHEE!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yes.....&lt;br /&gt;YES I CAN!! SPOCK SPOCK SPOCK SPOCK!! TAKE THAT!!! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*ahem* dont mind my insanity. Please, enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((*BOOM!!!!*))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-111340555841031682?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/111340555841031682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=111340555841031682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/111340555841031682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/111340555841031682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-is-short.html' title='Time is short...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-110841267717706086</id><published>2005-02-14T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:24:37.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm....</title><content type='html'>Oooohhh... so much to say... not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND TIME THIS SEASON!!! *dances maniacally* REI'S HAIR CAME DOWN FOR THE SECOND TIME THIS SEASON! Ooooooohhhh sexay ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korimi may not read this!... Oka,y whatever. Go ahead. ^_^ I ain't retracting my glomp though! *glomps Rei*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!! *dances in circles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-110841267717706086?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/110841267717706086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=110841267717706086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110841267717706086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110841267717706086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/02/ummm.html' title='Ummm....'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-110813533525001665</id><published>2005-02-11T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:23:46.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oodleloo...</title><content type='html'>Dude... I'm 16 now. SIXTEEN! ... dude... Bizzare, ne? I dont &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sixteen... Nor to I feel like... all... grown up and stuff. I still have to figure out some stuff for my program. Yup... Mmyuperz... It's hard, ya know? Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-110813533525001665?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/110813533525001665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=110813533525001665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110813533525001665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110813533525001665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/02/oodleloo.html' title='Oodleloo...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-110658344378116973</id><published>2005-01-24T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T11:17:47.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SMORES!</title><content type='html'>I... am... not... crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE! Not crazy. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KITTIES WERE SO CUUUUUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat my short shorts, you animals! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!! I know your name. Do not touch my cheerios for they are poison! POOOISOOON!!...Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIIIIIIIIIIKE CHEEEEEEESE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--THat was not me... although... it reminds me of what i might write myself... or maybe... it could be what HNB would say...--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Quesosexuals are funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.*CARPETBURN!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HG/SS IS NOT SICK!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither is Sesshomau/Rin. It's CUTE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe... heres to you, Korimi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahhahahahahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dhances* Im gonna get MASTER DRANZER! ...Perhaps... I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can SPELL! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm just.. bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W e&lt;br /&gt;O wned the&lt;br /&gt;O ther&lt;br /&gt;T eam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used that all the time. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownies. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT HAVE A BROWNIE FETISH!!&lt;br /&gt;Nopenopenope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue how i stay so thin when all i eat is junk food??!!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahha. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN CLIM TREES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a tree humper! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnie Humpforfree! WHEE!!!I almost miss baldie... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas. I've run out of time. Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-110658344378116973?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/110658344378116973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=110658344378116973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110658344378116973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110658344378116973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2005/01/smores.html' title='SMORES!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-110355068455092697</id><published>2004-12-20T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T08:51:24.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OMGOSHOMGOSHOMGOSHOMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FREAKIN BROTHER IS AN IDIOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND REI IS SUPER-HOT WITH HIS HAIR DOWN!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND KAI FREAKIN TOOK OFF HIS SCARF!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I have proved... that is it entirely possible... to get a full areobic workout from watching a cartoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH HE FREAKIN TOOK HIS SCARF OFF!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother destroyed my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE TOOK OF HIS SCARF!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-110355068455092697?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/110355068455092697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=110355068455092697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110355068455092697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110355068455092697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_20.html' title='!!!!!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-110321380139591965</id><published>2004-12-16T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T11:16:41.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Yet again, gaze in wonder as I flaunt the school rules! Ima drinkin Sunny-D in the library! ^_^ *glanes about*... no. I'm not. i was just kidding... really! *innocent* would you honestly accuse me of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;?? Thought so. &lt;text color="red"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/text&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway. I'm doing all the HTML by hand in this, it'll help calm me down.&lt;br /&gt; I'm failing. Two out of four classes. Science iv'e got a B, Computer Science I've got an A. The other two, english and math, i shall not divulge here.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway. On a totally different note, i'm nooked on yet another series: &lt;blink&gt;MegaTokyo&lt;/blink&gt;. if you go to &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.megatokyo.com"&gt;www.megatokyo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you can read ^_^ Plus Shonen Jump. I've planned out my near future financially! I'll end ut next year this time with 400 dollars in the bank. Yup!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to go. I miss u all!!!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-110321380139591965?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/110321380139591965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=110321380139591965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110321380139591965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110321380139591965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-110113023574404067</id><published>2004-11-22T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:30:35.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfshew....</title><content type='html'>Okay, that was an odd title. Lol. Anyway... Another update from school. Lol, we have a sub in Comp. class, so its baisically a free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really beginning to resent living up here. It's cold, I'm lonely and cut off from my friends... It sucks, basically. But alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cogito, ergo doleo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;text color="red"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;text  style="color:dark green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;--}----&lt;/color&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-110113023574404067?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/110113023574404067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=110113023574404067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110113023574404067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/110113023574404067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/11/pfshew.html' title='Pfshew....'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109941122238548850</id><published>2004-11-02T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:00:22.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!</title><content type='html'>Yet another post from school. Amusing, ne? Lol. Anyway, this time it's at lunch, and I have to post my iea of a perfect speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in English, we had to inprovise a speech by Brutus to the Romans explaining and defending the assassination of Ceaser. My speech, of course, was short, choppy and unorganized. Herein is written what, had I the time, I'd have said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Roman, courntrymen! I'd ask that you lend me your ears, save that they are pasted to your skull. I shall, then, ask that you listen close, for I now define the paramaeters within which this, as you call it, murder was set up. First, though, it must be clarified. This was no a murder, as you may see, it was a sacrifice, a sacrifice for the good of Rome! You followed Ceaser like sheep, and he a wolf in sheep's clothes. I am merely the watchdog who eliminated the fake before he could devour the entire of Rome. Shall you kill me, your savior? Your liberator? Julius Ceaser wasa frend of mine, as well. He was a friend to all, and through that he'd have taken his power unjustly, until he grew so large he crushed us all. I bid you remember him, but more importantly his mistakes, that we may never be held under tyranny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impresine, eh? Lol. Anyway. Not much else. We get the keys to our house on Sunday, we'll be moving in Tuesday (officially). Monday we're having professional cleaners in to take care of everything and all, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to everyone, Pretzzals to Bush, Bombs to Kerry, and Patriotic Flags for me!!!! (VOTE ELIZABETH FOR PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109941122238548850?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109941122238548850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109941122238548850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109941122238548850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109941122238548850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/11/whee.html' title='Whee!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109909101241437332</id><published>2004-10-29T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T18:03:32.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...O.o;;(again)</title><content type='html'>Hola chicas! (y chicos) Como estas? No tengo los accents, pero ustedes se que hablo. Yo deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol anyway. Short post again; jsut a quick update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual complaints about Nana n Papa, usual headace from the cuzs, usual school pains, usual giggling at the usual halloween costumes worn to school, usual usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church, though, was unusual. Last Sunday we went to my aunt's church, _______ Church of God (No stalker info here!!! HA!), and everyone was so... enthusiastic! This one woman was dancing, literally dancing, in the isle, Pastor M. is the only man I know who can give a sermon and be out of breath after the first two sentances... Well, the only white man I know. those Black Pastors can get pretty into it, can't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, seriously though. I think I'm going to enjoy Church a lot more up here than at my old Churches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the one in Texas. I miss those people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made snot today in science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dihydrogen monoxie, sodium borate and a kind of powdered poisonous stuff. Yellowly, not sulfer... w/e. Its cool. Put some in your hand it looks like you just hacked up a huge lugie. Its neat.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw Sark Tale today, loved it. the Mob is in a children's movie!!!! (Jaz, I FORBID you from seeing it. You'd go all hyper with ... wrongness at that one scene...) lol, mebbie not. but if u do see it, ull know the scene right off. lol. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends: I bid thee goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;To all those peeps I don't know reading this: What the heck are u readin it for?... oh yeah... 'net.... heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109909101241437332?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109909101241437332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109909101241437332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109909101241437332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109909101241437332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooagain.html' title='...O.o;;(again)'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109819149344349684</id><published>2004-10-19T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:11:33.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooohh...</title><content type='html'>I'm posting from school! Whee! Watch as I flaunt the rules!... Err... Yeah. Anyway. Haven't updated the blog in a while, no time! *sigh* I CANNOT BELIEVE TOYA!!! HE BELONGS WITH AYA FOR CERES' SAKE!!! *ahem* Yes. Anyway. Those who have no clue what i'm talking about... well... go read Ayashi no Ceres. Or Ceres; Celestial Maiden as it's titled in the USA. ^_^ Yeah. Lol. Anyway. For those who care, i want you to vote on which direction I should go with &lt;u&gt;'A Complex Chain of Events'&lt;/u&gt;! I'll give you a potential clip from each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Path A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demi, straight, demi, straight, demi, straight, and grande, hold it! Now, up, out to second position. Andrea! Striaghten up. Becca, not so far apart. Alrigh, now. Demi, straight, demi, striaght, de--Holy shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz's ballet students looked surprised at her sudden, random outburst of foul language. They turned to see the source of the disturbance, and gasped to find a tall, red-haired man they knew as World Beyblading Champion, Tala Ivanov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come now, is that any way to treat an old friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Catty: I'm thinking of, to get Tala to the studio should I chose that path, that you n Kai's daughter should be in Ballet. What say ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Path B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DING DONG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea ran to catch the door before the noise woke her aunt. She flund the door open to glare at the visitor, but froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M-m-mr. Ivanov! I-I D-didn't-t know th-that you... what are y-you here.. why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be andrea. Is Liz home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know my aunt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too long of a story. Is she home?" Tala repeted. Andrea nodded and stepped aside in silent invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's seeping at the moment." Andrea explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wake her then." Tala said, making himself at home on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know my aunt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We lived together once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more itneresting stuff if later in that chapter, but... hehehe... Can't be giving it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Vote or w/e. I'm going to get in trouble soon if I don't go mess with my I/O File program. -_- gah. It was incredibly easy until we got into the multiple header files. *sigh* Ciao, loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109819149344349684?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109819149344349684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109819149344349684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109819149344349684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109819149344349684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/10/oooohh.html' title='Oooohh...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109529051857909572</id><published>2004-09-15T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T18:21:58.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe</title><content type='html'>On a light note: I have to post here my reply to the queston: "You've jsut written a hit musical! How do you keep the fame from getting to your head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid fame going to my head, I'd cover it in tinfoil. Really, fame can't be all that different from harmful radiation, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ Typical me, ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109529051857909572?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109529051857909572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109529051857909572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109529051857909572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109529051857909572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/09/hehehe.html' title='Hehehe'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109528744888666525</id><published>2004-09-15T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:31:28.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>Okay... I'm ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few days alone, my grandmother has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Insulted my choice of clothing&lt;br /&gt;-Insulted my choice of jewelry&lt;br /&gt;-Criticized my pyramids&lt;br /&gt;-Deliberately insunuated that I'm not Christian&lt;br /&gt;-Insulted my mom for things she can't control about my brothers&lt;br /&gt;-Insulted my brothers for things they can't control about themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and fourth irk me the most, the fourh especially. She was telling me "Up here only satanists wear those dog collars" in referance to my pyramids, and 'dog collar' was said in the most sneering tone i think she can muster, as if implying that i was a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEESH! I can hardly stand her sometimes!! I, however, REFUSE to change. I'm wearing my Pyramids, necklaces and heavy eyeliner EVERY SINGLE KUSO DAY. Normally I'm not one to spite people, but she has earned herself an exception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope she isn't somehow reading this -_-¿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Frankly, I don't care right now. Nothing is good enough for her, so I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... On an attempt at a happier note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my definate schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Technology I&lt;br /&gt;English II&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Algebra II&lt;br /&gt;Physical Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Technology II&lt;br /&gt;Painting/Ceramics&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Algebra III&lt;br /&gt;Economics/Gov't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. The Computer Tech is essentailly a programming class, it's cool. Alg. II is okay, but I'm almost totally lost what with the Polar graph and the T&lt;sub&gt;n&lt;/sub&gt;=etc... But it's all good. Lee-- Isn't the bead teacher at Stone VanDyke? If it is, I hope you're reading this, I think you'll find it amusing. My Alg. III teacher is a man named Mr. VanDyke. ^_^¿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm getting a total of 8 credits this year of out &lt;b&gt;27&lt;/b&gt;. required to graduate. TWENTY SEVEN!!!! *sigh* in any case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone in MD so much it's scary. *sniffle* I MISS U I MISS U I MISS U!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109528744888666525?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109528744888666525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109528744888666525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109528744888666525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109528744888666525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109510797861732849</id><published>2004-09-13T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:39:38.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o;;</title><content type='html'>NET TIME! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Yeah... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much news. I start school tomorrow... I'll have four classes a day for a semester, then another four classes the next semester. So thats eight classes/credits per school year. *sigh* but it's 80 minutes a class!! *sigh* Alas.........earwax...... Lol, anyway... Nana is getting on my nerves. You see, my brother has a disability which shortens his attention span, makes him socially inept, and has a number of other effects on him and those around him. Nana is constantly berating my mom for 'babying' him (Helping him) through this, and she's always berating mom for 'babying' my other brother, who is slightly behind the rest of those in his age group due to illness at a young age and moronic speech therapists who didn't realize that he was deaf. So anyway.. It's ticking me off. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really truely fearing living in uch close proximity to these relatives, i mean, i love them and all, but they're... Well... read previous posts to get a general idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note: They get satellite TV, which means Beyblade at both 7AM AND 10:30PM. As well as Degrassi and DARIA!! *cheers* Daria totally rocks. Yup yup yup. And that one friend of hers is cool too. Qunn and Brittany are hilarious. ^_^ So i watched TWO CONSECUTIVE EPISODES of Daria last night... Yup... Anyway... I amused myself. So yeah. I have yet to see Tala in the show though!!!!!!!!!! Oh well. G-Rev starts this coming saturday ^_^ Although... THEY DONT GET THE CHANNEL THAT YUGIOH COMES ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sob* I'm sad. The Season Premiere was this past weekend... and I missed it.... *sniff* *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... so there are the usual ups and downs of life... Mostly downs it seems... but the usual. I'll get over it. Or I hope I will. Those of you I ahven't called yet, I'm SOOOOO sorry! But until we get a phone line of our own, All I have is dial-up net (on the same line as the fone) and the normal, costly long-distance. So... GOMENASI!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll talk 2 ya/write ya/etc. ASAP! (After September, April possibly) Lol. Those of you I don't ahve your snail-mail (or if ur not sure) please e-mail it to me, I'll try and get on soon to check it. Anyway. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and Tala's Hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109510797861732849?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109510797861732849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109510797861732849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109510797861732849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109510797861732849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/09/oo.html' title='O.o;;'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109467913166279496</id><published>2004-09-08T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:32:11.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><content type='html'>THis'll b my last post for a while... later tonight the comps r getting packed away n all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sad... i saw all my friends for what is likely the last time for a very long time. I plan on coming back next summer to visit n all, but... well, until then -_- bleh. Yeah. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't much to say... I guess... So I'll talk to you all as soon as I can later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109467913166279496?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109467913166279496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109467913166279496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109467913166279496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109467913166279496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/09/sniff.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109440731935789719</id><published>2004-09-05T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T13:01:59.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAIII!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, who has heard the song Chapter Four by Avenged Sevenfold? We found the 'hidden' meaning, we bein Ashley nad myself. If you have a Bible nearby, go look in Genesis. Chapter four. See? Now look at the lyrics. Get it? Now... For those who do not have a Bible nearby, I'll explain. Genesis, Chapter 4 is the story of Cain and Abel. Genesis, 4:10 is about the exact predecessor to the last lyrics of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 4:24 - If Cain shall be avenged sevenfold, then Lamech seventy seven fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica - Creeping Death : The story of the Tenth Plague on the Egyptians, the killing of the first born. Creeping Death is the angel of death, who killed the firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica - Holier than Thou : Quotes from Matthew Chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus... You can find Biblical meanings in even metal songs ^_^\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109440731935789719?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109440731935789719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109440731935789719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109440731935789719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109440731935789719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/09/waiii.html' title='WAIII!!!!!!!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109379774011061226</id><published>2004-08-29T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T11:42:20.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>I jsut found out yet some more bad news about the move... I'll be living at my straight-laced grandmother's house for about a month. If you refer to the first post I made, and then thier opinions on 'that sort'... well, You can see why I'm not happy about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also is going to be one of my only links to everyone... I'll not have i-net at thier house (Nana n Papa), and... well, *sigh* It's going to be incredibly difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly lighter note - I have compiled a list of theme songs for my various moods/personalities! Go listen to these songs nad get a better idea of me ^_^\/ (Is as close order as I can figure, most to least relevant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwell - Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;Iris - GooGoo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Anthem of Our Dying Day - Story Of The Year&lt;br /&gt;45 - Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Meant To Live - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;Dare You To Move - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;Getting Away With Murder - Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah ^_^ More to come when I think of them. Also, the songs in my prfile represent the songs I like, so to get a taste of my tastes go check them out. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed again. I have issues with that emotion, don't I? Well y'all reading who don't know me well don't know, but... Yeah. So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard putting these feelings into words... I'm angry and upset and guilty and happy and nervous and terrified and ... everything else. I have never had so many ambivilant feelings over anything before! Well that I can recall, at least. It's really hard to describe... I mean, I'm leaving a lot of my friends in times of... well, bit turning points of thier life. One friend has a court date deciding her parent's custody rights, one friend has a potential boyfriend that I need to monitor, one friend... well, her life is a soap opera, she alwyas needs someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much is left undone! People I need to settle scores with, people I need to make up with, people I need to make firends with, speak my mind with, punch, kick, tear thier hair out... Alright, so I won't actually do some of that... but there are things I've left too long. A half-decade long 'feud' that I need to ensure is over, a two year grudge I need revenge for, people I want to reconnect with... So much left undone that I don't know how to take care of! Expecially the grudge one... Anyway... Yeah... I'll blog later, I've got too much going on in my head to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I have skool starting tomorrow and I lack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer reading assingments finished&lt;br /&gt;All the proper materials&lt;br /&gt;The courage to face several people...&lt;br /&gt;What I need to finish that unfinished buisness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm an absolute mess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109379774011061226?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109379774011061226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109379774011061226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109379774011061226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109379774011061226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109330022071292464</id><published>2004-08-23T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T17:30:20.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah...</title><content type='html'>Yup. It's official. Unfortunately, it's official I'm going to be moving. THats the bad news. The good news... is... umm... okay I give. WHats the good in this?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Gah, I'm going to be all sad for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must... go... read... fluffy... fanfics! ...*gag*...*choke*...*drops dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109330022071292464?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109330022071292464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109330022071292464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109330022071292464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109330022071292464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/08/bah.html' title='Bah...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109320550376545829</id><published>2004-08-22T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T15:15:16.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I just sat, and for a good hour I messed with the HTML and CSS coding for this blog! Go me! Come on, who agrees with me? I should be a web designer! n.n Anyway... I presently have no complaints because I'm happy I semi-learned to do cool stuffs with my blog text and fonts and stuff!... Okay so I just changed the colors, so what? ^_^\/ they're cool colors. I think, since I have nothing better, I'll create an index of faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^\/ - grinning, peace sign&lt;br /&gt;^_^\m/ - grinning, rock on&lt;br /&gt;^_~ - wink&lt;br /&gt;n.n - slighly smug&lt;br /&gt;o.o; - shocked/stunned/wiered out&lt;br /&gt;O.o; - same as above but to a grater extent&lt;br /&gt;O.O; - same as above but to a grater extent&lt;br /&gt;-_- - ..Just what it looks like... kinda exasperated...&lt;br /&gt;^_^¿ - sweatdrop; slightly embarassed/amused/exasperated... there are many applications...&lt;br /&gt;XP - sticking out tongue; more 'mocking' then :-p&lt;br /&gt;XD - grinning/laughing&lt;br /&gt;@.@ - dizzy/info overload/the look Pokemon get when knocked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If i've forgotten any I'll add them later. ^_^\/The ways we amuse outselves nowadays, ne? Oh! I'll also create a japanese dictionary... or not. I don't know that much Japanese. And I still can't tell the difference in the uses of 'sumimasen'... Oh well! I know how to bow! Yup yup yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else can I make a dictionary for? I'm too lazy to go find something proper to do. Typing is easy, isn't it? Simple, fast, easy, and only hurts your wrist if you go at it the entire day, as opposed to the 15 minutes it takes to hurt your hand writing longhand. Or maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I do not babble. And I know you technically aren't supposed to start a sentance with 'and'. But oh well. ...Or 'but'... ... ... oy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah hah! I know what I can make a dictionary for! Or rather, a recipie... Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Perfect S'more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that is how you spell it, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Equipment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either a bonfire, gas or electric stove. Candles usually do not work.&lt;br /&gt;Long wooden stick(if using a bonfire), long shish-kabob skewer(do NOT use if Shish-ka Bob is anywhere nearby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingrediants:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Marshmallow (Man-Eating Marshmallows acceptable, but not very tasty)&lt;br /&gt;2 Graham cracker halves (approximately 2"X2", but any size that will fit your Marshmallow will work.)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 Hershey's chocolate bar (preferably one high in protien. Make sure it says 'contains at least 3 bug legs' on the wrapper!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pro-de-cure:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Turn on stove/light bonfire. If you elect the second option, have a pitcher of lemonade for saftey reasons nearby. Guava-Piña juice will work in a pinch, I think, however it has not been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Spear your Marshmallow with your cooking untensil of choice (see notes under 'Equipment')&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Move close enough to your cooking source that the heat is blistering. This is to ensure maximum appreciation of your gooey treat. Watch the outside of your Marshmallow. When it becomes a light, golden brown, or a slightly darker golden brown with a bubbly surface texture, it is ready. Prop the Marshamllow near the heat to keep it warm.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Place Chocolate on one half of the Graham Cracker. Pick up your cooking utensil of choice and position it so that the Marshmallow is resting on the Chocolate-garnished half of Graham Cracker.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Place the top half of the Graham Cracker on top; withdraw the cooking utensil of choice. Mush the halves together until Marshmallow threatens to spill over the edges. This is tricky, Marshmallow's voices are often very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Here the recipie splits into two sections:&lt;br /&gt;-Locate the nearest Russian Beyblader. If they have red or blue hair that seemingly defies gravity, smush the S'more in thier hair... Only do this AFTER you make sure you are wearing track shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-Eat the S'more. This option, while not as amusing as the first, is the most satisfactory to the tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You have made a S'more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! I have come up with another section to make in this (already long) post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most common misconception in YuGiOh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As Misconcieved by my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Misconception: There is a card that increses the lifepoints of a player by 400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth behind the misconception: Contrary to popular belief, there is NOT a card that icreaces one's life points by 400. Card combonations, however, are possible. The Magic card Enchanted Javelin increases one's Life Points by the ATK points of the attacking monster. In the VERY rare case that someone would attack you with one such monster, you could theoretically use this card to increase your lifepoints by 400. However, only a complete idiot would attack with such a weak monster, and only an ever dumber person would waste a powerful card like Enchanted Javelin on such a weak attack. So there. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I've wasted nearly an hour writing pointless babble! ...Well, if I may borrow a quote from Duo of Gundam Wing, "I do not babble!!! I merely enhance the general knowledge of the people around me with my constant barriage of witty and useless intellegence!" So there. ^_^\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got more to say! I think... I shall now insert my own takes on various cliches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E's guide to Ridiculous Sayings and Altered Song Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wise to try and kill two birds with one stone, although typically it's the Hobbits who succeed at this. Normal humans can too, however it is usually a complex process that includes painting the rock blue so that it's visible, throwing it at a bird, retrieving it, and then throwing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go the whole nine yards is a good idea, unless you're a football player. Then, you'll get teased if you only go nine yards. Football players best shoot for the full 100 yeards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count your chickins before they hatch, because you never know how many will be ducks. Or geese. Or emu. Or penguins... Pesky penguins, always laying their eggs in the basket... Best keep several baskets full of eggs to confuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye miss American pie, drove my CHEVY to the levy but the levy was broken becuase the flood destroyed it mercilessly, killing hundreds of people in the process during one of the worst disaters in this century... erm... and good old boys were drinking the whisky and rye they found floating among the wreckage, singing 'this'll be the day that I die...', which is coincidentally was, because the dam upstream broke just them and unleashed another flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird in the hand is better than two overhead... Unless of course the two overhead are in fact dead and hung up to drain so that you can cook them, in which case you'll only get bloody, not pooped on... Which is probably worse, because blood stains. But chickin is yummy. So it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a frog in your throat, start writing your will. Frogs do not allow for breathability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of a thousand miles begins with a tiny gold ring, a crazy old wizard, a loyal gardener and cousins, a broken carrot, and being chased halfway there by nine wraiths on black steeds. Unless, of course, you aren't Frodo Baggins. Then it's just a step. And maybe a new tank of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down, although it negates the effect of the Wolfsbane potion, so if you're Remus Lupin, ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that glitters is not gold, sometimes its silver, diamonds, or Mithril. All of which are better than gold... Unless the gold is Aragorn. In which case only the Mithril is better. I think. It's hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing apples and oranges is quite easy. All you have to do is measure them for weight, density, water content, chemical makeup and volume. The results of these tests CLEARLY show that nothing rhymes with purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, unless is was dropped in dung. But who would give thier girlfriend a dung-covered rose anyway? ...*slaps the one guy who rose his hand*... I repete: Who would give thier girlfriend a dung-covered rose anyway? *crickets* n.n Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it has come time that i must part with you, for I have run out of random things to cram into your brains. Thus, i leave you with these final words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not suffer from Insanity. I thouroughly enjoy every moment of it ^_^\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and Tala's hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109320550376545829?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109320550376545829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109320550376545829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109320550376545829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109320550376545829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/08/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109297595816655174</id><published>2004-08-19T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T23:25:58.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psh...</title><content type='html'>Alright... Brace yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight. I took a nap this afternoon and... well, as many of you may or may not know, afternoon naps after you turn 7 are very bad. Unless you ahve narcolepsy. Which I don't. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was discussing with my mom the impending potential move. If things go they way that my parents want, we'll be moving a good 16 hours away from my present location on the East Coast. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hah! I'M NOT TELLING YOU FREAKY STALKERS WHERE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Err... Yeah. And if things go well(by the parental standard) this move will take play before December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, chances are I'd have a room in the refinished garage, right next to the game room which will hopefully hold a pool table. I'd have my own semi-private batroom(it would really be the 'garage' batroom, but...), a private dark room, a large study area, and a tinyHigh School. The current enrollment of this High School is jsut under 300. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, however, we would be withing a ten minute bike-ride of my mom's extremely straight-laced family. I don't know if i can take more than about 2 weeks a year of "Elbows off the table!" "Don't smudge the windows!" "Don't trail your hands over the wall!" etc. Also, the family up there is VERY religion-oriented. While I'm still a Christian, I'm probably not as faithful as they would like me to be. My aunt had a problem with Pokemon becuase of violence, what would she think of a YuGiOh, LOTR, and Harry Potter obsesse who listens to a varitey of music including everything from the more acceptable classical and world to the 'less acceptable' rock and punk? Yeah. I didn't think it'd go over that well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally related note, I'd be going to a relatively small school. Im my experiance and from tales told of other horrors, that means that most likely everyone is going to be the exact opposite of me. This may be steriotyping, but we go up there and I'm expecting a large group of preppy girls and poser guys, all whom will try and make friends with me. I'm not a social person. I have made a grand total of three friends without someone I know and trust introdusing me to them first. And the most recent was in 5th grade, and I'm going into 10th. So... WHat does that tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, referring back to the relative standpoint, the closest in age to me just turned 14 in... June I think. However, we have very little in common. I mean, we used to be best friends, but Kat is kind of a tomboy while I'm (quite frankly) a but stuck up. She's really open and friendly and I can tell she makes friends easily. I'm not that way. I just can't picture her listening to some of the stuff I do, watching the stuff I watch, reading the stuff I read, etc. Next youngerst after her is my 13 year old brother, after that my 10 year old borther, the slightly younger 10-year old cousin, the 9-year old cousin, the 6 year old, the 5 year old, and then the 1-year old cousin. Going up the next oldest is 25-27.. I can't remember. After that its (about) 29. Then late 30's. and so on. And mentally I jsut don't connect with any of them. Like I said, I'm a lot more loose than my striaght laced relatives. No matter how many flatulant-related jokes they may make. ... Er, actually thats my dad's side. Okay... No matter how many lemonade-related jokes they may make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one is another story for another time, whem I'm not feeling so blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... You can see why I'm as opposed to this as I am for it? I mean, we go up there I'll get my drivers licence almsot right away. I could go aorund the (incredibly tiny) town... I could crive up to the next biggest town about a half hour away... or go an hour away to the next nearest mall... But anyway... I'd be a lot distanced from my family, moreso than I would if we were to stay here. Especially if my room is more removed like I'm hoping it will be. I'd focus on my studies, my art(which I could possibly sell at the frequent, often large art fairs the town holds), and my pool game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I've barely mentioned the firends I'd leave behind... Well, this network of friends I have is like my life support system. I can't tell you how many times its saved me, from depression and other things. Seeing as I'm in a fiarly good mood and I don't want to ruin it by reminicing, I'll leave those instances for another time, but the point is moving would be the proverbial removing of the scaffolding, and it will be up to time to see if I collapse or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I would have to find another psyciatrist and another psycologist. Well, possibly not another psycologist, but psyciatrist definately if I'm going to keep my prescription meds. I'm not going to go into that right now, though, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have internet, hopefully a broadband connection, and thus will be able to keep in contact with the majoraty of my friends, but what of those who don't have I-net, or never get on, or whatever? High chance I'll lose contact with them, becuase I'm not good at the whole 'don't forget to write' gig. I don't do well with the phone, either. I need IM for long distance communication...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've ranted enough and left enough for you to look at, say "Hell with this, I'm not reading that!", and ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, and S'mores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109297595816655174?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109297595816655174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109297595816655174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109297595816655174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109297595816655174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/08/psh.html' title='Psh...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109266566194056139</id><published>2004-08-16T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T09:14:21.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah...</title><content type='html'>You'll note that from here on out you'll see that a lot of my post titles will be sounds of frustration, of exclimations of insanity... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice how when you want to find something, you NEVER can? Aye, you see, I'm searching for my cousin, and it is rather difficult. I have found her school, I have her IM, and I know what state she is in. But she refuses to allow me to contact her... I've IMed her under several screenames, I've had friend IM her... It's incredibly annoying. I'm close to giving up and saying "Screw this, if you want nothing to do with me anymore then i return the sentiment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I guess this search is jst a formality. We haven't shared anything except a last name in years. We are different ages, years apart mentally, have different ideas of fun, different intrests, and all that stuff that makes it so that two people would have no intrest whatsoever in knowing one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone tell me. Why am I doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109266566194056139?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109266566194056139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109266566194056139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109266566194056139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109266566194056139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/08/gah.html' title='Gah...'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109261993427315201</id><published>2004-08-15T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:32:14.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid....grr....</title><content type='html'>For some reason, my last post, posted perhaps five minutes ago, shows up as being from three horus from now... gahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109261993427315201?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109261993427315201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109261993427315201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109261993427315201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109261993427315201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/08/stupidgrr.html' title='Stupid....grr....'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967283.post-109261853693911563</id><published>2004-08-15T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:29:51.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>First off, this is the first blog i've ever had. I'm incredibly wary of this whole concept, as it's probably easier to track me down using this.. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15, have long blonde hair... well, kind of blonde. Somewhere between blonde and brown, there was a color that had no name... and that color.. is my hair... lol, yeah. I'm about... oh, 5'2"-5'4" I think. Can't be sure. I prefer boots to sneakers (unless running), navy blue to sky blue, silver to gold, silver to white, black to white, and I can't go anywhere unless I have my One Ring haning on a chain around my neck. I wouldn't call myself punk, although some might, I just do what I want, listen to what I want, say(mostly) what I want, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say all about me, I'll leave you to deduce what you will from my subsequent posts. Namarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967283-109261853693911563?l=skysdaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/109261853693911563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967283&amp;postID=109261853693911563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109261853693911563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967283/posts/default/109261853693911563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skysdaughter.blogspot.com/2004/08/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>S'Mores Queen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v306/lilyoftheshadows/picforblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
