<?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-3278542</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:10.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS: Save Our Souls</title><subtitle type='html'>If you don't want rants and raves from some nut who loves to type... uh... then don't come here. ^_^;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-88404150</id><published>2003-02-01T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T22:14:20.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a push-post to get this blog into the Recent Post listing. (I know. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really. It's just that Blogger won't let me post my message without a blogger tag, so I put this bit up to keep the bastards satisfied. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-88404150?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/88404150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/88404150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#88404150' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-88117851</id><published>2003-01-27T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T16:48:46.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Breakfast at Tiffany's" - Deep Blue Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libcom had some trouble over the weekend, and I had wanted to make a post on Saturday (but couldn't), so I'm delivering it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;While I'm typing this, I'm watching &lt;u&gt;As Time Goes By&lt;/u&gt;. Yay for Alistair! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, yesterday. I took my English and Software I exams. Or at least half of them; it was another two-hour snow delay. Quite easy. I only wish the other exams would be that easy, but looking over the study guides, that's unlikely. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani got PMS-y during lunch. I didn't want to interrupt her incessive talking to poor Nicole, and her backpack was on the last chair left at the table, so I simply placed her backpack beside her on the floor. She blew up, accusing me of throwing her things on the floor and touching them without permission! Of all childish things! And then, when I bumped her binder by accident (that table is quite crowded), she blew up again, saying that I shoved her things! I asked her what her bloody problem was, and she responded that it was &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;! I barely did anything! &lt;u&gt;She&lt;/u&gt; was the one who used to steal &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; binder and throw my &lt;u&gt;body&lt;/u&gt; around, so what is it if I move a few of her items so I wouldn't be moved out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what I'm doing around her. She makes me feel insignificant. And yet, I can't stay away from her. (Not like that, fool! I meant that no matter what I do, those I hate still return, expecting mercy and friendship. And what's worse, my bleeding heart gives it to them! *sighs* It's tough, being a rabbit-hearted person...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it out on Dad without guilt. After all, he was giving me criticism again. And not the kind I'm fond of. ("Why don't you look for once!?") It felt rather good, mostly because I know he can take my blows, so I felt alright to hit as hard as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, both Ziggy and Egg (Egg would be my old computer.) had some troubles with Libcom. The Internet itself connected up, but everything that had to do with it (browsers -- both Explorer &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; Netscape -- instant messanger, Furcadia, and WinMX) all refused to connect. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit frustrated and hit Ziggy, meaning to hit the desk (I get violent when I'm particularly vexed, especially at inanimate objects), and I apologize now to Ziggy. (I've learned that things don't work correctly unless you treat them kindly. So, Ziggy, my young friend, I'm sorry for beating a part of you. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I'm a raving loon. But you already knew that, right? ... Er... right? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, other things... Good &lt;u&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/u&gt; episode; &lt;u&gt;Strange Days at Blake Holsey High&lt;/u&gt; is heating up; Tarot says my future is looking good... and Sava-chan invited me to come over today. Graciously, I accepted, had dinner with her, and decided to go out and see &lt;u&gt;Two Weeks' Notice&lt;/u&gt; with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was &lt;u&gt;Two Weeks' Notice&lt;/u&gt;, by the way? In one word: Wonderful! ^_^ Great humor, nice love story, twists and turns, and of course, might I say, nice bits of Hugh Grant. =D (Hugh Grant would be one of my favorite actors, right up there with Matthew Broderick. If not for his humor, it would be because of those nice blue eyes and cute voice. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the movie has its subtle humor. Mostly lying in its quotes, though situationally, there are some good points. Such as when George's brother caught Lucy and him in the -- oh dear. I can't quite say what happens without making it sound wrong... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as of now, I'm in a good mood, just because of that movie. (Two hours of looking at those nice blue eyes... XD) And now, I'm off to find if Libcom had improved. Wish me luck! Ciao! ^_^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, Libcom didn't improve until this afternoon. Damn those business-y computer nerds... &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-88117851?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/88117851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/88117851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#88117851' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-87931206</id><published>2003-01-23T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T20:59:33.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Kiss From a Rose" - Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I laugh. I laugh when there's nothing funny. I do it to make me feel better. Laughter is a spasm to me, but it makes me feel as if there really is something to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if all those smiles are really smiles, or are they just little masks for something darker? I never could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry. I cry, but no tears will come. I cry because I'm hurt. I'm hurt because I serve. I serve because I'm not brave enough to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if I were another sheep, would I be protected from wolves by remaining in the heart of the flock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel. I feel for the world; I feel for myself; I feel. I feel the pain of opened eyes; I feel the pain of an opened heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if I could go back and change myself to become braver, would it help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I question. I question religion. I question society. I question myself. I question all that is because I want to know what would everything be like if it were all that isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if the flock would die out faster than a black sheep would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream. I dream of a life beyond my anchored, mundane world. A life I'd never get to because no one here gets to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if I went to sleep right now, would I wake up in the morning? And if I went to sleep the next night, would I wake up the next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look. I look at my world, my Hell, my Heaven, my life. I try to figure out how everything could coexist, chaotically, but still coexist, and yet I'm still bathed with sanity and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if there's another heart that matches mine, and why hasn't that heart found me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I listen. I mistake the voice inside of me for a voice of another. I think others wish aloud that my blood were still and cold, and I hear this, though I try to figure out whether it was really said aloud for me or if my mind made it seem that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if I really am conceited if I think everyone hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I speak. I speak of things that come back to haunt me like a persistant spirit come to claim my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder. I wonder about that other heart, and I wish. I wish that other heart can find me. I wish those eyes can see right through mine and into my soul and understand me. I wish his warm arms will wrap around me and say with complete sincerity, "I know what it feels like, but you're no longer alone." I long for that sense of security only this could provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fear. I fear that this will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; can understand this, then perhaps there is hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-87931206?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87931206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87931206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#87931206' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-87905371</id><published>2003-01-23T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T11:38:36.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Random post to satisfy boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Nothing. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at school. Substitute teacher had said nothing against it. (Eee hee hee hee... XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hour delay again, so all mid terms are postponed until tomorrow. I don't know whether that's good or bad. On the one hand, it relieves me from all those tests, but on the other, I have a Geometry midterm tomorrow, as well as one in Software Applications I and English. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I'd better get out of here before the bell rings... =| Ciao, people! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-87905371?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87905371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87905371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#87905371' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-87754350</id><published>2003-01-20T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T19:27:23.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Happy MLK Day! (And a few rants, a few raves, and what's up with Mai and the 80's!!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)" - John Parr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, yes, today is Martin Luther King (Jr.) Day. May his soul rest in peace, and may we take heed of his words of wisdom. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've been having a strange fondness for the 80's again for the past few days. Maybe it was triggered by the recent downloading of "St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)" (which, by the way, is a GREAT 80's song in my opinion, almost up there with "99 Red Balloons" =D)... Or maybe it's because I finally found Jason's copy of &lt;i&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/i&gt; (THE best 80's comedy) in the basement. Either way, I don't mind; in fact, I quite like this bit of nostalgia for a time period which I was too young to feel. Hey, as long as I don't wind up in a sweatshirt and legwarmers while listening to New Kids on the Block or M.C. Hammer, I'll be alright with that. (Though I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have the strange urge to find a pair of legwarmers anyways... O_o;;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to a two-hour snow delay in my school district causing shortened periods, all of my tests/quizzes have been piled onto tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: Grammar quiz&lt;br /&gt;Geometry: Chapter 6 test&lt;br /&gt;Software applications: Spreadsheet test&lt;br /&gt;English: Reading quiz on &lt;i&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European history: Chapter 5 test&lt;br /&gt;Biology: Chapter 9 test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a swing at which two I actually studied for. ^_^; (Here's a hint - both are in my last two periods, not counting lunch or lab. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, technically, I also studied for my English quiz, only because I'm really getting into &lt;i&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/i&gt;, admittedly. It's not really boring, and it's not exciting either, but it's just the feel of it that's drawing me to it. *shrugs* It's another one of those things I can't really explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's really ironic about that? I'm one of those people who would be ready to go to Washington and protest hippie-style if a war ever came up, and yet this book which I'm beginning to really get into is all about war. O_o; (But then again, it's also somewhat protesting against war as well, as one of the themes, according to Mrs. Rigo, is, "War is not romantic and glorious, but instead dreadful and terrifying.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting back into Fanfiction.net. A little. I like their new fanfiction posting system, and the herd is thinning out, leaving mostly good authors in the categories I'm looking into. On the other hand, those ads definately do NOT agree with Ziggy (He froze for a bit this morning when I tried to exit out one of the ads.), and it's taking awhile for changes I've already made to my recent fanfiction to be made. *sighs* Well, at least it's better than it was before. Before it was ad-ridden, slow, craptastic in the posting areas, AND overrun with bad fanfiction. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* Great. Now I have to apologize for that little flamed comment I put in the first chapter of my newest fanfiction... *coughs again* ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have a cold. -_- *coughs for the third time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-87754350?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87754350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87754350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#87754350' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-87660127</id><published>2003-01-18T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T20:47:10.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Happy Saturday... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Amber" - 311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the DAT results came in the mail today. According to the government, I'm the most fit for occupations in the fine arts or social services, and I will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be going for occupations regarding agriculture and livestock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank you for telling me something &lt;b&gt;I ALREADY KNOW&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls her eyes and sighs* Why must we cut down forests just to have paper to print something as pointless as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I redownloaded &lt;a href="http://www.furcadia.com" target="_blank"&gt;Furcadia&lt;/a&gt; last night. I can now travel the Furcadian world as a gray female rabbit named Lyralina. If you have Furcadia as well, then I'd love to have a friend. *hint, hint* ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said I'd have to visit my orthodontist soon. I'm worried about that. I haven't worn my retainer in over a year, and I think you'd get the picture. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Damn these guilt trips I keep having... &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this morning, the only two shows I actually felt like watching were &lt;i&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Strange Days at Blake Holsey High&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/i&gt; had a pretty good new episode. (I just love Yami and Yugi's strategy for beating Exodia. Then again, I love &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of their strategies... XD) But that Rare Hunter really creeped me out when he was being controlled by Marik, especially into doing that freaky loop. Hello, &lt;i&gt;Exorcist&lt;/i&gt;... O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotten into &lt;i&gt;Blake Holsey High&lt;/i&gt;, mostly for its quirkiness and interesting basic plot. Problem is, I can't find out too much more about it because the only pages I've managed to pull up in a Google search were TV listings for different stations. -_- So, if anyone out there is a &lt;i&gt;Blake Holsey&lt;/i&gt; fan and knows of a few good webpages, mind &lt;a href="mailto:zeroseven@tokyo.com"&gt;sending 'em my way&lt;/a&gt;? Thanks! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-87660127?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87660127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87660127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#87660127' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-87608470</id><published>2003-01-17T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T16:20:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Brainstorm, take me away from the norm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Amber" - 311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, Jason had driven me to school (because the bus just makes me depressed and I hate having to wait for it -- I know. I'm a brat. ^_^;) and had that song playing in his car. I've grown to like it. Its lyrics are unusual, and the background music is fantastic... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I'm downloading the cute li'l thing. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, there's going to be six different tests on Monday and Tuesday. Which means I have a test in almost every subject except P.E., lunch, and study hall. -_- And the week after that, there's those pesky midterms. (Well, actually, finals in Software Applications I and European history, but midterms in basically every other subject.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts? Teachers are sadists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm five and one with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly's back. She's really nice, but she kinda scares me. She reminds me of Danielle (not to be confused with Dani/Lady Legolas), this girl I used to know who literally abused me, hitting me all the time and once tried to choke me. She's been expelled halfway through middle school, so the student population is safe. (I mean Danielle, not Milly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*finds that "Amber" is finished downloading and begins to play it* .... This is why I'm five and one... ^_^ *nods in time with the music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I overheard Angelina talking about making voodoo dolls in homeroom yesterday. She said it really works because she tried it on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off, I don't believe black magic (aka voodoo and the Hollywood view of witchcraft) works. Even if it does, it's something best left alone, no matter how experienced with anything magical (I'm leaving out the k there only because I want to keep it seperate from white magic, what I view is the correct definition of magick) you happen to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off, if it does work, why in the name of anything holy are you doing it to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aside from self-mutilation, but hurting yourself doesn't give you a right to abuse magic. (Yes, I concider this abuse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, off my soap box concerning magic/k, Jason found out who had ignited a bag of shit on the front porch a few weeks ago. Apparently, a couple of middle school children decided to have a little fun and did that to ten houses. They had to pay a fine, but Jason went over and gave them a bit more punishment. I just wish he'd tell me their names; I got so pissed off about that "cute" little prank that at this point I would have been willing to beat them like pinatas myself (regardless of my resolution to stick to the rede). Damn children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* And of course, Dani needs to set down her whip for awhile... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs again and plays "Amber" once more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be five and one in a couple of hours, so don't worry about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-87608470?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87608470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87608470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#87608470' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-87194812</id><published>2003-01-09T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T20:53:12.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; OK-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "You Gotta Be" - Des'Ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I told Leann I hated her. (Again -- she's gone back to her &lt;u&gt;old&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ways&lt;/u&gt;. Notice all the emphasis-y...ness...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat through tests and Dani's attacks, and once again, the library was off limits, so we got stuck having to be overseen by the Quiet Patrol during study hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only desire was to go home and sleep, and I drew the three of swords on the back of my notebook. (I think I'm depressed. Sleepy, morbid, pessimistic, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; I drew a picture of a heart being pierced by three swords. Wait, that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; morbid. My bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we got Jason's gym today. My dad expects me to destroy myself further. I've already proven that I can't be trusted around exercise machines during P. E... ("Did I do the exercise wrong? My legs are numb...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I know I'm not too bright. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I told Leann I didn't like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it seems like people are behaving themselves on &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ironicjoy" target="_blank"&gt;Middle of Nowhere&lt;/a&gt;. (Yay!) AND I found a cute little graphic set to use on me new bloggie... If I ever actually make it... *coughLAZINESScough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a quirky little thing on &lt;a href="http://home.pacifier.com/~ntierney/oksoda.htm" target="_blank"&gt;THE OK SODA PAGE!&lt;/a&gt; (I'm going back over old links.) It's like a personality test, only if you agree, you say "true", and false gets "false". (It's supposed to rate OK-ness, and supposedly it was a market gimmick, but who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE OK SODA PERSONALITY INVENTORY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Pets are fun.&lt;/b&gt; True! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I sure like bicycles.&lt;/b&gt; True... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Generally speaking, tables should have at least four legs.&lt;/b&gt; (!? O_o;) True...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. When I see a gerbil on a treadmill, I'm reminded of me.&lt;/b&gt; True, but it's a morbidity thing. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Gloomy -- it's just one of the ways weather can be.&lt;/b&gt; True...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. A tingling sensation in your elbows, feet or other body parts should not be mistaken for a feeling of OKness.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Newspapers are black and white and red all over.&lt;/b&gt; True! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Cinder blocks are no subsitute for a foundation of happiness.&lt;/b&gt; True! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Walls should be just tall enough to support the ceiling.&lt;/b&gt; (Are we mistaking OK-ness for high again?) True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. There is a mystery element to feeling OK.&lt;/b&gt; Oh so true! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. It's better to be nice than mean, but mean can sure come in handy.&lt;/b&gt; Damn straight! ...Er, true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. A beverage shouldn't get too complicated, or tricky.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Close family members often misunderstand my special feeling of OKness.&lt;/b&gt; Close family members often misunderstand me, period... =/ True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Furnaces are good conductors of heat. Better than good -- great!&lt;/b&gt; Uh... okay... (False...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Let's not quibble over semantics.&lt;/b&gt; Okie dokie! ^_^ (True!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Stories like "The Poodle in the Microwave" are probably true.&lt;/b&gt; (I really don't want to know...) False!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. OKness can never be determined by testing.&lt;/b&gt; True! (Why does this exist then?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Best to leave skunks and porcupines to themselves, i.e. other skunks and porcupines.&lt;/b&gt; (LOL! XD) True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. It is not uncommon for astronauts to experience a feeling of OKness while in space.&lt;/b&gt; Hey, why not? True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. I like cardboard.&lt;/b&gt; True! (And I like cheese!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Other people sometimes envy my feeling of OKness.&lt;/b&gt; False...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. If you think you can do something, you probably can, unless of course, you can't.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. I'd rather be a flower than a shovel, but I'd rather be a shovel than dirt.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. I never want to control other drivers of cars / pilots of planes / family members / the president&lt;/b&gt; Heh heh... That'd kill off some people... ("Do this!" "Okay!" "Aww crap, I shouldn't have said that...") True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. I like groups, but I'm not a joiner.&lt;/b&gt; False! (Groups scare me... unless they're small.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. TV commercials have made me cry, or soon will.&lt;/b&gt; False! (BWAHAHAHA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. I know I should be better at remembering my bad dreams.&lt;/b&gt; False!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Coat hangers -- what an invention!&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Taken as a whole, the universe itself is pretty much OK, or certainly should be.&lt;/b&gt; Well, it certainly should be! True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Children sometimes just blurt out the truth.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Plywood makes an ideal work surface.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Man's inhumanity to man.&lt;/b&gt; Unfortunately true. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. OKness is very ordinary and special at the same time.&lt;/b&gt; So very true... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Fingers and toes are more important than elbows and knees.&lt;/b&gt; It's true when you think about it... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Paranormal experiences thrill/bore me.&lt;/b&gt; And scare the hell out of me at times... o.o True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Numbers -- they're the only things you can truly count on.&lt;/b&gt; Literally - true. Otherwise, false!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. The truth is more obvious than most people realize.&lt;/b&gt; True! (People just don't want to see it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Bags are such good holders of things.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. There's no real point in worrying over anything. Things will probably turn out for the best, or at least they might.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Truth is a friendly brown dog wagging his tail, but watch out: he might bite.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Buttons, snaps and zippers all have their place.&lt;/b&gt; False! (Zippers in obscure places are fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Lucky is such a happy feeling.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. I really find hidden meanings in things.&lt;/b&gt; True! (Maybe I shouldn't have listened to the Beatle's &lt;i&gt;White Album&lt;/i&gt;... o_o;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. Having things not be OK is never a goal of mine.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. You never really know what you're thinking.&lt;/b&gt; ...? False!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. When mowing the lawn in rural areas, remember to keep a sharp eye for frogs and the like.&lt;/b&gt; ...And animal droppings. (True!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. A chair makes a superb sitting surface.&lt;/b&gt; True! (But a pile of stuffed animals is even better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. A penny saved is a penny earned, but a nickel is five cents.&lt;/b&gt; True! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. When I shop hard, my palms sweat.&lt;/b&gt; Uh... False... o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Umbrellas do one thing well.&lt;/b&gt; True! (Shame on you if you find this dirty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Most sandwiches are OK, as are office supplies such as paper clips, manilla folders, etc.&lt;/b&gt; True! (PAPER CLIPS!!! XD XD XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. I am often confused by other people's reactions to me, or by mine to them, or by my reactions to their reactions to me, or something like that.&lt;/b&gt; True! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Friends and favorite TV shows are about equally important.&lt;/b&gt; False! Favorite TV shows are more important! (*ducks* I'M KIDDING! FRIENDS ARE! REALLY!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. People are often motivated by indecision.&lt;/b&gt; False!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Bread is about as useful as food ever gets.&lt;/b&gt; It's for breakfast, lunch, &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/I&gt; dinner! XD (True!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. A test is nothing to be afraid of.&lt;/b&gt; *laughs for a very, very long time* (False! Especially those nasty blood tests... and those pointless assessment tests...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. It is better to be on the outside looking in, but watch out if it starts to hail.&lt;/b&gt; Socially, true! Literally... er... false. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. For sheer transparency, glass is better than tar paper.&lt;/b&gt; True! (Well, &lt;i&gt;DUH&lt;/i&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. If you can get on a game show, do it.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. Hardware stores are a great place to meet people -- especially people interested in hardware.&lt;/b&gt; True! ...Save for the "great place to meet people" part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Shetland ponies are both little and big.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. Erasers are more useful than pencils.&lt;/b&gt; True! (Some can erase ink! =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. If you want to stay in love, don't use the other person's toothbrush/deoderant/et cetera/et cetera.&lt;/b&gt; Eeeewww... True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. 1, 2, 3 and 11 are all single-digit numbers.&lt;/b&gt; True! (Get it? Eleven? One and one? One means single? Oh, blah to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. If salt tastes salty, then cantaloupes taste cantaloupy.&lt;/b&gt; True! (CANTALOUPY!!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. We have nothing to fear but fear itself, fear, and fear-related symptoms, such as crying.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;67. OKness is not something to guard against.&lt;/b&gt; TRUE!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. Most things have a knack for just being themselves.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;69. The square root of anything doesn't really matter.&lt;/b&gt; Damn straight!!! True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. Comedy is funnier than science, but science is more scientific.&lt;/b&gt; True! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71. Aluminum siding is both sturdy and attractive.&lt;/b&gt; True! (Aluminum! Retro chic! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. The thing about other people's opinions is, I bruise easily.&lt;/b&gt; True &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; false. It just depends on who would be speaking. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. I remember making things out of mud as a child or young adult.&lt;/b&gt; False... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;74. Socks or shoes -- which goes on first?&lt;/b&gt; False! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;75. Hopefully, things will turn out for the best.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Politicians are full of hot air, as are some of your larger balloons.&lt;/b&gt; True!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. When things get me mad, boy do I get angry.&lt;/b&gt; True! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;78. Fish make excellent swimmers.&lt;/b&gt; True! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. I think I would make a good talk-show host.&lt;/b&gt; False... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. Lying has never interested me -- much.&lt;/b&gt; True. (Why lie when people will find out eventually anyways?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;81. I sometimes feel that baths are too wet.&lt;/b&gt; ...!? (False!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;82. At zoos, I often wonder who should be kept in cages -- animals or people?&lt;/b&gt; True!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. To prevent rolling, place your bowl firmly on a level surface.&lt;/b&gt; (XD!!) True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. Turning up the heat is a bad substitute for emotional warmth.&lt;/b&gt; True...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. If you could ever get one, a duplex would be great.&lt;/b&gt; False... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. If it's toll-free numbers that you want, then it's toll-free numbers that you'll get.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. There is no real trick to feeling OK.&lt;/b&gt; True!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. I spend too much time thinking about things like wanting to be famous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. Encountering a fork in the road makes me doubt myself. But then, so does a road with no fork.&lt;/b&gt; Unfortunately true... o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. True or false questions are often neither.&lt;/b&gt; False.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. As they say, the principal's your pal.&lt;/b&gt; False! The principal's a janitor! (Inside joke. Dani gets this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;92. What other people think of as reality, I think of as achuke (huh?)&lt;/b&gt; ...Achuke...? (False? True? What &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; achuke!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;93. I would feel more comfortable if planes flew on the ground.&lt;/b&gt; That kinda defeats the purpose of planes, now doesn't it? =p False!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. Sometimes, people who feel OK don't deserve it.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;95. People observe me closely because they want my feeling of OKness for themselves.&lt;/b&gt; False! (Unless they're really, really screwed in the head... o.o;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. Moles and other burrowing animals have it rough.&lt;/b&gt; False!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. Station wagons hold a lot.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. I'm not one to talk behind other peoples' backs, unless I need to for personal reasons.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;99. Those who have a feeling of OKness can recognize that feeling in others.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100. I prefer drinking things that are wet, as opposed to prickly or dry.&lt;/b&gt; True! (I'll pass on the dry martini! ^_^ WOO! Wine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. The irony is, unless you actually need glasses, they can make your vision worse.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;102. A roller coaster is an apt metaphor for just about anything.&lt;/b&gt; True! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;103. Hot, dry, boring. This is the desert.&lt;/b&gt; True! ("I see... I see... I see cacti!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;104. Sometimes, the TV screen seems to give me secret messages.&lt;/b&gt; True! (They want me to buy things... =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;105. Hummingbirds.&lt;/b&gt; Are evil. (Just kidding! True!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;106. If you'd like to see your oral hygeinist socially, you should meet him/her at the dentist's office.&lt;/b&gt; Uh... True, but why would you want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;107. Rocks are generally both heavy and dull.&lt;/b&gt; True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;108. OKness is spreading throughout the population, whether they know it or not.&lt;/b&gt; True! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall analysis: This test was incredibly pointless... But I &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to do something to kill the last five minutes of my online time... ^_^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-87194812?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87194812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87194812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#87194812' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-87035560</id><published>2003-01-06T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T20:51:35.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; When the world laughs at you, laugh back at the world! ...Or throw stones at people, whichever works for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Aitsu" - dicot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week has not been a good one. &lt;i&gt;Today&lt;/i&gt; hasn't been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Andy came over again on Saturday. Which means Ashley came. Which means more hours of babysitting fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone lit a bag of shit on fire on the front porch. (Geez, the bastards don't even have enough creativity to avoid using the oldest and stupidest one in the flippin' book! Come on, people! If you want to piss me off, do it in a creative way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ass keeps on flaming Middle of Nowhere because they think I'm an evil wicked-witchy lesbian. And just for the record, typing "ur GAY!" in a guestbook only proves you're as stupid as you claim to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a test in Spanish which I completely screwed up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two more tests tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the tests on Wednesday. And the one on Thursday. Hell, the one every f-in' day of the bloody week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani's firing at will again. Maybe it's that time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my locker won't agree with me. Heck, even both sets of fortune-telling cards I own aren't saying too many bright things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? At the end of the day, I'm five and one. I'm okay. Why? I dunno. Because it doesn't bother me? Sure, things can get me down, but it's whatever to me right now. I'm happy now. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I got WinMX back! *starts downloading "99 Red Balloons"*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-87035560?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87035560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/87035560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#87035560' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-86758543</id><published>2002-12-31T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T20:53:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Happy New Year's Eve! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" - the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song has been stuck in my head for three days. I don't mind, though. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does it mean? Hmmm... Well, my father had tried to explain that it has multiple meanings (all late Beatles songs do), but he believes that it's about a nineteenth century carnival family. He also brings up small points, such as the part, "Molly lets the children lend a hand", might be about communism, while the last two lines in the last verse (supposedly both about Desmond, though the last line contains a "she") could be trying to say that Desmond is a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I love that song. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to New Jersey on the twenty-sixth. It wasn't too too bad. (And yes, Aunt Leah &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; having a baby. Yay! ^_^) I just began to get annoyed that Ashley kept hanging around me. (According to my father, it's because she looks up to me, but I kinda think that would be a &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; thing... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twenty-seventh, we went home. Well, actually, that was at four in the afternoon. The first half of the day, I had to play with Ashley again while my father was watching TV, my uncle was at work, and my aunts and mother were out shopping at an Asian supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I had to play with Ashley &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;, but Savaga came over and anchored my sanity. (I don't do well with small children. ^_^;) After she left, I parked Ashley in front of &lt;i&gt;Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;/i&gt; and watched it with her. Later on, Mark came over with Noah, and I had Ashley play with him. At the end of the day, all of us (save for my father, who was waiting for a call from his workplace saying he had to come in to work) went to the mall and did a little shopping until it closed. My haul? A single manga from the four shelves of manga I finally found in Waldenbooks. ^_^ (The first issue of &lt;i&gt;Clover&lt;/i&gt;. Raves about that later. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after having to play with Ashley &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, everyone went home, and I spent the rest of the day playing with Ziggy. (I renamed my laptop Ziggy. Don't ask. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, between playing with Ziggy and playing Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening, my mother had me help her take things to Goodwill, after which we ran a few errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my life quiets down. And hey! Today, I finally finished &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ironicjoy" target="_blank"&gt;Middle of Nowhere!&lt;/a&gt; Whoopdeedoodle! ^_^ (It took me a half a year to do so! ^_^;;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm working on a new blog, again on Geocities. Wow. A lot of my sites are on Geocities. I think that's why they hate me... O_o;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, rave on &lt;i&gt;Clover&lt;/i&gt;! XD It's a bit confusing (You can barely tell who's speaking when... at least on my copy.), but the artwork is &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;! That and the storyline isn't too bad, and the characters are definately loveable. XD I love the way Sue looks and how innocent she always is, and Kazuhiko is DEFINATELY going on my bishounen list... ^.^ Overall, my rating is a three out of five stars, and my overall opinion is that I must find more &lt;i&gt;Clover&lt;/i&gt;! (Not only because I like it, but also because I think more of the story might clear up some points that have confused me... ^_^;;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, as for the new year, may it be bright, happy, and blessed for everyone. Happy New Year! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-86758543?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86758543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86758543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#86758543' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-86531816</id><published>2002-12-25T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T20:52:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Addition... Sorry folks! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" - Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to New Jersey. For some reason, I forgot to mention that. We were supposed to go today, but it was supposed to snow, so we stayed. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a cousin soon. Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, more talk of SOS's holiday message (tried and true by others, though no one seems to heed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I just felt it. People were DEFINATELY not cheery in my home on Christmas eve. I asked my father about it this morning (or more like told him about it), but he only said that he was a bit disappointed that others didn't think much of the true Christmas spirit (the giving part of it). I told him this was true and sad, but you just can't do much about it because no matter what you do to other people; no matter what institution you set up; no matter what laws you force upon people, you just can't control the whole population, and you definately can't control the way they think. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in comes my lesson. We should neither be greedy nor disappointed over others' greed over the holiday season. Only happy because we're blessed with the simple things. (And I know that if you can see this blog, you ARE blessed with simple things: life, shelter, and electricity, at least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spread the word. Be of good cheer, my friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Mai, your webmistress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-86531816?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86531816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86531816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#86531816' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-86531374</id><published>2002-12-25T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T20:52:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I must have been a VERY good girl this year... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" - Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten Dad the Beatle's White Album for Christmas, and he had me listen to it for the past hour. I thought it was pretty good, (And yes, I loved "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". ^_^) but I thought it was absolutely necessary to skip "Revolution 9" for the safety of my own sanity. To be honest with you, I really don't want to spend fourteen minutes listening to John repeat "number nine" over and over again with trippy stuff in the background. Spirit rest his soul, but a clean, relatively sane, and sober person just shouldn't be listing to something like that. O.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off, merry Christmas to every Christian out there. Heck, merry Christmas to EVERYONE out there! And Spirit bless us, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that &lt;i&gt;Christmas Carol&lt;/i&gt; line parody there. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm typing this on my brand-new laptop (affectionately nicknamed Digit). Whoopdeedoodle! (But I kinda feel guilty that I had complained about poor Egg, my old compie... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm one of those nutcases who nicknames her computer. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. I want every single reader out there to stop and do me one small, little favor. Bring up a new word processing document. I don't care whether it's in NotePad, WordPad, Word, Works, WHATEVER. I just want you all to bring up a new, blank document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, staring at that blank document? Good. Now, list all of the ways you've been blessed. Every one of them. From "good family" to "getting what I wanted for Christmas", from the deep to the trivial. I want you to list EVERY way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done? No? Good. You shouldn't be. Keep going, and I'll wait a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay? Okay. Now save it and add more to this list when you think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the point of that? Simple, my friends. I wanted you to take a good look at your life and think that it's not all pointless and that there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; some points to it that make your absolutely best birthday present something special. (I also wanted to get the point across that you most likely have it pretty damn good, compared to others around the world, but I decided to bring up the positive point first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my own list recently, but I didn't type it out. I have it in my heart and head. And whenever I feel down or as if everything is for nothing, I think about that list. It really helps to get rid of that negative feeling, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say recently, I mean as in last night. I saw &lt;i&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/i&gt; all the way through for the first time, and it really made me think. Maybe that's why it's a classic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-86531374?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86531374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86531374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#86531374' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-86297658</id><published>2002-12-19T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T21:02:30.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Whoopdeedoodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Rival" - &lt;i&gt;Pocket Monsters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I like the sound of it. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, ups and downs. Downs are that I've managed to embarrass myself constantly, including yesterday during the choral program when I fell asleep (due to a night of lousy sleep) and ended up snoring (according to Dani), added on to my lack of knowledge of &lt;i&gt;The Two Towers&lt;/i&gt;, just because I couldn't see it the day it opened. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, I'm taking a second semester of CTA. Not only that, but I'm positive I did well on every test thrown at me so far (because they were all easier than I had thought), AND Miss Check had already told me that I got the highest grade on yesterday's exam in Software Applications I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopdeedoodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, Dad gave me a lecture on why I have to wear my retainer and do other time-wasting stuff. I hate my father's lectures to begin with because it always seems like they have no end. -_- I once even told him to cut to the point because I ran out of spare time to listen to him. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, there was a Drama Club meeting today about the spring musical. I've decided to go with tech instead of a part, so it was really a waste of time. The reason why this is a bright spot is because this means that I can apply soon. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, tomorrow's the last day before winter break. Then, I'll finish up Middle of Nowhere and the new bloggie. But for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-86297658?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86297658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86297658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#86297658' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-86193996</id><published>2002-12-17T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T20:10:37.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Melodies of Life" - Final Fantasy IX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've surfed onto a page with that as the background music. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm avoiding posting here because Blog*Spot is getting on my nerves. That and I'm almost ready to move me bloggie to &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com" target="_blank"&gt;Geocities&lt;/a&gt;. I've decided that it'll accompany Le Cirque on my kittyraven9 account. Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, in the past seven days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had another snowday on Wednesday. There goes Presidents' Day. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several projects due and assigned. Double dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several tests planned. Triple dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my Christmas shopping. Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I went over Savaga's house to wrap 'em, then watch &lt;i&gt;Miss Congeniality&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my shopping trip, I found out that I'm not completely isolated from the anime/manga world. FYE stocks a TON of anime videos/DVDs, and Walden's has a few shelves of manga. YAYNESS! Not only that, but I managed to buy presents for everyone while also managing to get incense, a deck of tarot cards (for my beloved fortune cards have disappeared for half a week beforehand), and a magick kit. Sure, I'm down sixty bucks, but hey! Finished with that pesky Christmas shopping! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two Towers&lt;/i&gt; comes out tomorrow, but I'll be too busy to go and see it. I've got two quizzes and one test to study for as well as CTA that night. And of course, then I've got to add in homework and school... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* We've got no water here. They're working on a water main somewhere nearby, leaving the neighborhood without the good, clear stuff. Dammit again. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I'm just peachy... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-86193996?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86193996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/86193996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#86193996' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85809789</id><published>2002-12-10T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:39:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Tampering with the layout... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Steal My Sunshine" - Len&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought SOS might load quickly (like it used to) if I took off the scrollbar. Let's see if it works, shall we? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; Nope. Didn't work. Still seems to load slowly (at least, on a dial-up), thanks to that fucking ad. So, I took off the page header and put in a little notice instead. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85809789?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85809789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85809789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85809789' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85809545</id><published>2002-12-10T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:28:44.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Uh... Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Steal My Sunshine" - Len&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to give up the lyrics bit. I'm too lazy to type out the wrong lyrics to the right song. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I finally found out why I had those cramps. I didn't realize it was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; time of the month already... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... Ranted my head off about "the people with slightly more popularity" and how they tend to think I'm invisible (even though I called them ass holes at the top of my lungs) earlier today. Hey, just because I'm short and quiet DOESN'T give you a good excuse for trying to run straight into a solid friggin' object, people! &lt;i&gt;ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE LOOKING STRAIGHT AT HER!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me. *goes out side* &lt;b&gt;ASS HOLES!!!!&lt;/b&gt; *come back in* I feel better now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, the "popular people" (aka the preps and posers in my school) are a good source for our (Dani and my) daily requirement of taunting. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the negative side, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Screwed up my entire worksheet in software applications because Leann was distracting me with her incessive talking. *examines her fist* Hmm... I wonder if this will be big enough to plug that hole...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We saw &lt;i&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/i&gt; in European History. Wow. Never thought they'd put &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; idea in a Disney movie, but oh well. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking about Disney movies, Dani was making me crack up during lunch when she gave a lecture about how Disney movies were perverted. ("Just look at Tinkerbell's skirt!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Took my basketball test. Failed it, but at least I made a few baskets! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nearly slept through biology... again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-See rants above. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chrissy started talking about war and how she was waiting for a third World War. I was about to slap her then. I don't mind other people's opinions too much to act passionately about them anymore, but she was saying she wanted thousands to die in not just one upcoming war, but literally &lt;i&gt;thousands&lt;/i&gt; to come! Being an anti-war person, all I did was stop her and and tell her to listen to herself, and I did it loudly and harshly to get my point across. I don't want war, and I don't want to talk about wars to come, though I understand war is a part of civilization. It's just the way she said it, laughing about the whole concept. It's like lives don't matter, and the more blood there is on the ground, the better. And I &lt;b&gt;don't want to hear that&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spent the last ten minutes going through my e-mail at Mail.nu. (I was really there to get my old address book, but I kinda forgot about it when I saw how much e-mail there was in my Inbox. ^_^;) Whoever is signing me up for this shit had better come out, and the sooner they do, the less time I'll spend kicking their fucking ass. Let me make this clear to whoever is sending me the porn, though: &lt;b&gt;I'M A GIRL, YOU SICK BASTARDS!!!&lt;/b&gt; The SPAM, however, is less annoying and something I'll deal with after the porn thing has been worked out. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was thinking about names for a new blog (when I move this someplace else). If you think I should use one of the following, &lt;a href="mailto:zeroseven@tokyo.com"&gt;e-mail me&lt;/a&gt;, telling me which one I should go with, please and thank you. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Side Up&lt;br /&gt;The Girl Next Door&lt;br /&gt;Sinkhole&lt;br /&gt;Quirky!&lt;br /&gt;Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;SOS: Save Our Souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like This Side Up, though... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... Wonderland. Got that from American McGee's Alice. That REALLY looks like a cool game... XD Oooo... I love the way Alice looks!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85809545?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85809545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85809545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85809545' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85687779</id><published>2002-12-08T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T14:08:30.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Stole" - Kelly Roland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary has the same size fingers as Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;She put her fingers in the imprints at Mann's Chinese Theatre Show&lt;br /&gt;She could've been a movie star&lt;br /&gt;Never got the chance to go that far&lt;br /&gt;Her life was stole&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably spelled her name wrong. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small little story bite for you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone: *rings*&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *answers it* Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Guy on the other line: Hi. This is Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Oh. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: I just called to tell you that we all hate you, and you're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Okay. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: No problem! *hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. I'm not in the best of moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half asleep all day on Friday, only because I was coming down with something, and I felt really crappy. AND I had two tests that day. AND Dani wouldn't get off my case for wanting to sleep. AND I found out that I nearly failed my damn biology test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wasn't too bad. Constant shopping. Woo. Still felt crappy, and &lt;i&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/i&gt; didn't make things better. =/ Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, worked on Middle of Nowhere... until Geocities glitched out and wiped out everything in my account... again... Don't worry. It'll be back up soon. It's just that it really pissed me off, especially since I'm working with a deadline. I promised a few people that it would be up and running by tomorrow, and I'd like to keep my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my own domain name and webspace, but it's unlikely that old-fashioned Dad would give in and let me spend as little as $18 a year to get one. (Yes, Doteasy &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; has the best offer I've seen so far...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for where SOS will be in a week, I'm moving it to Geocities. It's the best I can go with, unless Tripod is better. =/ I want to try Gwen's method of blogging, which goes without a blogging tool like Pitas or Blogger, but I can't go on Geocities because I have four accounts there already, all of which needs as much space as I can give it. =/ (Yeah, after a lot of debating, I've decided to keep Le Cirque. It's a depressing little gem, and I like it. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Now my computer is acting up on me. *reconnects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85687779?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85687779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85687779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85687779' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85566127</id><published>2002-12-05T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T19:56:05.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "99 Red Balloons" - Nena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could find a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove the world was here&lt;br /&gt;And here it is, a red balloon&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and let it go...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a good shareware program (&lt;a href="http://www.winmx.com" target="_blank"&gt;WinMX&lt;/a&gt;), and I managed to download an MP3 of that song. Now, it's constantly playing on my compie! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much more today except... School was cancelled, and I ended up shoveling the snow off our driveway. Oh well. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*plays "99 Red Balloons" again*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85566127?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85566127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85566127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85566127' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85535162</id><published>2002-12-05T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T08:16:15.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Blissful snow... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "99 Red Balloons" - Nena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninety-nine dreams I have had&lt;br /&gt;In every one, a red balloon&lt;br /&gt;It's all over, and I'm standing pretty&lt;br /&gt;In the dust that was a city...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know where I can download this off of Kazaa? This has GOT to be the BEST anti-war song there ever was... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a two-hour delay in my school district, so I'm sitting here, listening to soft rock as I watch the snow fall outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, with that over, I'd like to share something with you I found while searching for the original "99 Red Balloons" lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pastemob.org/zeller/clearchannelsongs.html" target="_blank"&gt;Songs with Questionable Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I can understand why they won't play some of these songs, but it's kinda funny that this list is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; long. By the way, what in the songs "Rescue Me", "Wipeout", "In the Year 2525", "Bridge Over Troubled Water", "(You're the) Devil in Disguise", "Johnny Angel", "St. Elmo's Fire", and "Walk Like an Egyptian" are "questionable" enough to make this list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can understand why they'd want to ban songs like "Wipeout" and "St. Elmo's Fire", but when you actually look at the songs, they would have nothing to do with September 11th. "Wipeout", for one, is a surfing song. The term, "wipeout", refers to falling off one's surfboard while surfing. Nope, don't see any planes in there. And "St. Elmo's Fire" (which, I must say, is a GREAT 80's song) actually refers to success. (*thinks about that for a moment* Hmm... Rising higher and higher...? Okay. NOW I get it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still curious to why they wanted to ban "Walk Like an Egyptian"... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I just think they went overboard with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another comment: I'm not too familiar with Rage Against the Machine's songs. Can anyone tell me why they banned &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of their songs? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off of that subject. Nothing much happened between now and Sunday. =| Basketball test in gym, but I haven't been tested yet; got a B on my damn biology test; want to smack my head into a wall during European history, etc., etc... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! And happy Chanukah! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go. Looks like I have something to share with Cherry Chatter... ^_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85535162?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85535162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85535162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85535162' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85309066</id><published>2002-11-30T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T18:41:42.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; An instrumental song from &lt;i&gt;Casper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the one playing when Casper asks Kat if he could keep her? And the same one where Kat's parents are reunited at the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, watching &lt;i&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/i&gt;. *sniffs* So... sad... ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started finishing up Middle of Nowhere. I even have graphics made, but I still have to upload them and format the pages... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only other thing I did today was start on my damned Spanish homework. 50 sentences, including a verb in the first person, a place, a time, and with a person. Not too bad, until you find out that you've only got twenty-five verbs, fifteen places, five time words, and five references to people. &gt;_&lt; There's only so many things you can say you can do with the word "Juego", you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs as &lt;i&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/i&gt; continues*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85309066?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85309066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85309066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85309066' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85273303</id><published>2002-11-29T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T19:04:41.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Olive says, "I feel great today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Walkin' on Sunshine" - Katrina and the Waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel alive&lt;br /&gt;I feel a love&lt;br /&gt;I feel a love&lt;br /&gt;That's really real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my "hyper song". XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that download won't work, but 's alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little homework, did a few errands with my parents, and came back here with a dizzy feeling for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pro side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite episode of &lt;i&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/i&gt; aired on Kids' WB this afternoon! XD (I don't know what makes this one my favorite. Maybe it's the idea of Yami going out on a date... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pro is that my mom and I are getting cell phones. I know. &lt;i&gt;Everyone&lt;/i&gt; has cell phones. But my father had always thought of them as a waste of money, and I can't get one without parental consent. (Damn those minor laws...) Then, my mom said that she'd go on a T Mobile plan and get rid of our long distance bill (which is mostly calls to her family, most of whom own T Mobile phones and plans), and my dad thought it was a good idea. Then, I told him that I might need one so that I could call home to get rides from Drama Club meetings without having to worry about whether or not the phone line was busy, like it was the last time. He bought it. ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points back up at the title of the post* It was also sweet Olive Oyl (the girl from Princess Maker 2's default name, NOT the &lt;i&gt;Popeye the Sailor Man&lt;/i&gt; character!) who said, "I think Cube is cool..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I bring you my last happiness inducer: I spent the last ten minutes looking at &lt;i&gt;Puchi Puri Yuushi&lt;/i&gt; screenshots from &lt;a href="http://www.kkpmc.net" target="_blank"&gt;Kit Kat's&lt;/a&gt;, specifically, the Cube shots. (Eee! He's so cute and cool! XD) It's a shame it'll be unlikely that anyone would dub and air the show in the US, with all of its demons, pentagrams, and mentions of Hell. Unless of course they paint over all the pentagrams, call Cube an elf (so kiddies won't think demons are good), and... uh... do &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; with Gurenda (the demon princess of Hell) and Gaga (Gurenda's faithful servant). I dunno... O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues looking at &lt;i&gt;Card Captor Sakura&lt;/i&gt; pictures. Because the "Sunny Came Home" layout I planned didn't look good (in my opinion), I'm going with a &lt;i&gt;Card Captor Sakura&lt;/i&gt; layout. Either that or a fanart-loving Cube layout. (You knew I'd say that, didn't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I'll save the Cube theme for the second layout... ^_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85273303?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85273303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85273303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85273303' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85232302</id><published>2002-11-28T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:07:13.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The joys of tryptophan, parade balloons, and Princess Maker goodness! (And, oh yeah, happy Turkey Day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever that song was on that Chin brothers music video I saved awhile back... O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, happy Turkey Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade balloons - One of the first things I did this morning on the first full day of my glorious fall break was watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, as is a tradition in my family. However, I was, as I had said to the MFC, "waiting for a balloon to break loose or for someone to streak across the parade line like it was the 60's". XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryptophan - If you don't already know, tryptophan is the chemical in turkey meat that makes you sleepy. It usually takes effect if you eat a bit too much, haven't had protein that day, or are currently drunk. Needless to say, I was kinda sleepy at my keyboard a few hours ago due to the first two factors. (Though that hazelnut coffee creamer I put in my hot chocolate is sorta if-y... O_o;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Maker goodness - I'm currently on &lt;a href="http://www.kkpmc.net" target="_blank"&gt;Kit Kat's Princess Maker Corner&lt;/a&gt;, downloading a little joke involving Sailormoon and Cube. But what really made me happy is that Kit Kat had put up two pages of screenshots from, get this, THE PRINCESS MAKER ANIME!!! XD XD XD It's only out in Japan at the moment, and its title is &lt;i&gt;Puchi Puri Yuushi&lt;/i&gt;. Final comment: Cube looks CUTE!!! XD (AND he's cool! *pause* Well, Cube's &lt;i&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/i&gt; cool, but... He's even cooler in the anime! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, REALLY want to see it. Dubbed, subbed... I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone find a place where I can download an episode (or two) of &lt;i&gt;Puchi Puri Yuushi&lt;/i&gt;? If so, then for the love of all things cute and good, &lt;a href="mailto:zeroseven@tokyo.com"&gt;TELL ME&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, working on a layout for Middle of Nowhere. I can't decide on whether I want to do a &lt;i&gt;Card Captor Sakura&lt;/i&gt; layout or a "Sunny Came Home" layout... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO! The download's complete! *goes off to unzip and enjoy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85232302?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85232302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85232302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85232302' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85133022</id><published>2002-11-26T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:08:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Merry Winter... The layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Drops of Jupiter" - Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall from a shooting star?&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar?&lt;br /&gt;And there you missed me &lt;br /&gt;While looking for yourself...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the radio while changing the layout. Yeah, I know I scraped the colors, but hey... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yes, I decided to use Times New Roman instead of a sans serif font. I know. *GASP!* Say it ain't so! It's so. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally put helvetica to use, but then I found out that my computer doesn't support helvetica (Heh... Looks like I know a whole *lot* about &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; computer... ^_^;) and saw Times instead. Then I thought, 'Hey! This looks good!' So, I took off the helvetica so EVERYONE could see the glory of Times in blue... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this is probably the last layout of SOS before I merge it with Middle of Nowhere and start all over again... *sighs* Good memories, though... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises a glass* "Here's to the days past! Here's to the days to come! Here's to life!"&lt;br /&gt;"To life!" &lt;br /&gt;-story bite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85133022?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85133022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85133022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85133022' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-85130532</id><published>2002-11-26T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T20:09:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Merry winter, fellow beings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Somewhere in My Memory" - &lt;i&gt;Home Alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Candles in the window&lt;br /&gt;Shadows painting the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the fire glow&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that gingerbread feeling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed for awhile, but it's stopped now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when it snows. I've loved it since I was a baby. And it's not just because a foot of it means an hour or two off from school (or no school at all), nor because children can play in it, and nor because it's associated with the yuletide season. No, it's simply because snowfall has a certain magic to it that I can't explain. Just seeing that cloud of white outside makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what makes the feeling better for me? Hot chocolate and soft rock music. I've gotten the latter on as I type at this moment (I really didn't feel like making a cup of hot chocolate), and I've opened the window curtain and turned off the lights to watch the snow falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it stopped now. And even so, I feel that magical, winter feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It overpowers how the past two days were craptacular. How someone called me a bitch without even having a reason yesterday; how Dani had to express her entire side of primitive immaturity and steal my pens and binder during lunch; how I was lost in biology (and my mind kept wandering), even though a test will be either today or after we get back from Thanksgiving vacation next year, and how my history classes keep going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad my days seemed, seeing that cloud of white made it all seem better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, something had been wrong with Jason's modem, so we couldn't use the phone last night or half of today until we figured out that the problem was with his computer. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... There's a good song on the radio, but I can't remember who's singing it or what it's called... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Winter is DEFINATELY my favorite season... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-85130532?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85130532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/85130532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#85130532' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84974095</id><published>2002-11-23T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T12:31:30.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; For later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Landslide" - Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;But time makes you bolder&lt;br /&gt;Even children get older&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gettin' older too...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to save this song for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a blue mood today. I always seem blue and sentimental when there's a blanket of snow outside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84974095?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84974095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84974095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84974095' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84948424</id><published>2002-11-22T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T19:19:50.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Unwind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Call the Man" - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Close the door&lt;br /&gt;Shut the world away&lt;br /&gt;All the fight's gone from this wounded heart&lt;br /&gt;Across the floor&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and shadows play&lt;br /&gt;Like wind-blown refugees...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blah today. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone raided Savaga's locker and stole all of her decorations. What really gets to me is I had told her to put a lock on her locker all week since some jerks first opened her locker and we happened to pass by on Monday. And yet, she chose to ignore me. Oh well. She can waste her money replacing what those jerks stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really crappy yesterday. I blamed it on the chili I had eaten... Anywho, I'm fine now. Just really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a D in European history because of that damn project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's putting tests in on Wednesday, just before Thanksgiving break, and I'm behind in biology and dazed in Spanish. Not to mention that I've given up caring at all in English. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Easily annoyed. Just want to sleep, but still want to surf on the 'net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally started snowing, which means that my favorite season (the winter solstice) is around the corner. Either that, or it's El Niño. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've suddenly become interested in &lt;i&gt;Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde&lt;/i&gt;. You can blame that on &lt;a href="http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/DisplayImg.pl?INO=223476" target="_blank"&gt;Stephanie's sketch&lt;/a&gt; of the curious duo... ^_^ (That little excerpt of the musical she had seen gave me the chills when I first read it...) I don't really know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing or just proof that I've spent too much time looking at fanart... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question: If you're baptised into one religion, are you that religion for life? See, my parents have this odd idea (or excuse, whatever you call it) that I can't give up Judaism, just because I was born to it. Is this wrong, or is it wrong to convert...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen my parents in a new light. They're not as open-minded as I thought they were, especially my mother. Though it's understandable that she stereotypes a lot (because she's been stereotyped a lot since she arrived in the United States), I still don't think it's right that she should be labeling entire groups of people the way she does. I won't get too specific, but she has her political and religious opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Never mind. When I move out after high school, I'll be free to say that I'm just a monotheist. Then I'll go a step further and say I'm a Bush-ian Republican. (Just kidding about the latter. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. A sample of my politically incorrect thoughts, delivered in the most politically correct terms possible... Wow, that... uh... makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, does it...? O_o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84948424?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84948424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84948424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84948424' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84841873</id><published>2002-11-20T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T19:24:00.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Life bites. (And then you die.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Get a Clue" - Simon &amp; Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I look at me&lt;br /&gt;And I start to see&lt;br /&gt;And a voice inside&lt;br /&gt;Tells me what I must do&lt;br /&gt;Wake up; who knew?&lt;br /&gt;It's me, you too&lt;br /&gt;Get a clue!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody in the audience: You copied that from an earlier post!&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the government has found yet another way to waste a group of adolescents' precious time with hell-bound stacks of paper and &lt;i&gt;NUMBER TWO PENCILS&lt;/i&gt;!!!! APTITUDE TESTS!!! BURN, BABY! BURN!!! *snaps the closest number two pencil before screaming* DAMN YOU, YOU POINTLESS TEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath and lets it all out* Aaaaah... I'm okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. A whole day was wasted with one third of the freshman class sitting in the cafeteria, tediously filling out those damned circles for the DATs. (Damn those acronymed tests...) It was so flippin' boring and utterly pointless that I nearly fell asleep during the last half of it (namely, the spacial relationships and mechanical reasoning tests). And, of course, the only thing that actually kept me awake were my mental pleads to a greater force (whose name seemed to vary as I got desperate) that Ms. Rolla, our testing overseer - er, &lt;i&gt;supervisor&lt;/i&gt; - would finally stop and tell us that time was up and that we could finally move on to the next test before one of us hangs his or herself. (¬_¬)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get the point of the DATs anyways. I mean, sure, maybe it might tell us which areas we might want to work on before we take up whatever it is we want to do, but because this (the country that I'm in) is America (the so-called land of the free, but that's another rant), a little test doesn't mean we &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt; do something, which means that we can ignore the results of the DATs altogether. So what the hell are these DATs for if we can just ignore them? Anyone out there wish to &lt;a href="mailto:zeroseven@tokyo.com"&gt;enlighten me&lt;/a&gt; on this subject? =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* It was just a big waste of time. I mean, pull us out of class, force us to make up work afterwards, and do it all just to torture us? Isn't this violating something out there...? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, sometimes, I want to smash my head into a wall, just to feel physical pain. Gym sucked, as always. School drags on. I'm totally lost in Spanish because I missed a day thanks to the DATs. Chrissy... Let's just say I'm NEVER working with her again... (I failed my history project...) Someone's really got to deflate Dani's ego. Scott STILL hasn't e-mailed me back, and I'm just waiting for the government to end it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side of things...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga might be coming over for Christmas Eve. I've just invited her, and she may or may not be coming. I hope she does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani gave me approval for my drawings. Approval from Dani is something you'll cherish for the rest of the day, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor note, but the new season of &lt;i&gt;Digimon&lt;/i&gt;'s getting good... XD (WHEE! *starts cheering for JP/Beetlemon, Tommy/Kumamon, and Zephyrmon*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went back on &lt;a href="http://www.thesilverain.com" target="_blank"&gt;The Silver Rain&lt;/a&gt; and downloaded a doll called December, from which I got a great idea from. In the December doll, there were slips of paper with Japanese words written on them taped all over the wall of the background. The artist explained that to learn Japanese, December (the doll, genius) taped Japanese words up onto her walls so she could learn to recognize them. I decided to try it, and I think I've almost got "konnichi wa" (in kanji *I think*, not romanji) memorized... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it doesn't take much to be good news for me... =/ *skips off to &lt;a href="http://www.thesilverain.com" target="_blank"&gt;The Silver Rain&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84841873?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84841873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84841873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84841873' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84840407</id><published>2002-11-20T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T18:50:38.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Old post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Get a Clue" - Simon &amp; Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up; who knew?&lt;br /&gt;It's me; it's you&lt;br /&gt;Get a clue!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old favorite, too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, wrote this in my notebook the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;["Hanging by a Moment" - Lifehouse"] That's playing on the radio right now. (No, wait... Now it's "Time of Your Life" by Green Day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, music. It's my new inspiration. Remember Hazed? Once I have -- ("Soak Up the Sun" - Sheryl Crow) -- Middle of Nowhere and Rt. 25/Phoenix up, I'll do Hazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even changed the idea. Hazed will be about a sixteen-year-old girl named Kitty North -- ("Centerfold" - J. Giles Band) -- AKA Kitty, Kiko, Hello Kitty, Keroppi, etc., who's kinda morbid, and is kinda popular (but not really), is kinda smart (but not really), and kinda knows how to drive (but not really). Really, Kitty is a mix of several THoD members - Rya's creativity, Amanda's crazy-punky style, Kelly's friendly personality (Friendly is how I had always remembered her.), (few details based on) Gwen's looks (I've seen pictures of -- ("Better Man" - Pearl Jam) -- her), even Loren Leah's cool intelligence. I guess Kitty is supposed to be the incarnation of many fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the list of webbie stuff to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle of Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;What to do:&lt;/u&gt; Finish a few pages and create the layout&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Process:&lt;/u&gt; Around 50-75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rt. 25/Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;What to do:&lt;/u&gt; Everything!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Process:&lt;/u&gt; Around 15-25% (^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hazed&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;What to do:&lt;/u&gt; Everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Process:&lt;/u&gt; 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Forgotten Lights&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;What to do:&lt;/u&gt; Possible layout change. I haven't decided on whether or not to go ahead and start planning yet. =/ I just want to get those Des'Ree lyrics off of that page, seeing as they don't fit it. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Process:&lt;/u&gt; -1% (^_^;;;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, DATs tomorrow. Boring life. -_- Basketball sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, changed my career aspirations. Computer programming doesn't look too bad... ("Gone Out the Window" - Sugar Ray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got my report card. First set of straight A's in... three years! Zip a dee do dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I could've sworn I got a B in biology, but I'm not saying anything. =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani and I have a new hobby -- quoting Monty Python! XD "You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with... a herring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it's 10:30 at night, and I'm writing this in my notebook to type up later. I need to get a good night's sleep so I can do well on the DAT's (an aptitude test that proves how well you may be able to do at your -- ("Hungry Like a Wolf" - Duran Duran) -- career aspirations by matching up your strengths and weaknesses with skills involved with the job... or something like that...) so they won't say that I might as well be the druggie who holds up the "Will wurk 4 fude" sign in the middle of the city all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night! (Ooo... I like "Hungry Like the Wolf"... XD)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84840407?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84840407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84840407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84840407' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84554336</id><published>2002-11-14T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T18:34:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; "Stop posting, dammit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Theme song - &lt;i&gt;Greg the Bunny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We can sing and dance&lt;br /&gt;And we don't need pants!&lt;br /&gt;We're just like you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopping. Hey, I've got minutes to kill. =/ (Then I have more minutes to hide the bodies of the first minutes so the cops don't find out...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've noticed a lot of free-stuff surfers (people like me who use free space, etc.) who happen to be friends of mine got hosted by people with domains or own their own domains. It sparked the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mai's Christmas wishlist:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Domain name and space (I've even found some cheap places to get them at! My dad's into price over quality, and it's his credit card I was planning on using because I'm too young to get my own, and... er... Anywho! ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;-Scanner&lt;br /&gt;-Laptop (Mom says I'm getting this for my sixteenth birthday. Every time she tells me that, I'm reminded of a quote from &lt;i&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/i&gt;: "I wanted a car; I got a computer. How's that for being born under a bad sign?" Then again, wouldn't mind getting a computer instead of a car, but... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;-Webcam/Digital camera (XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a techno brat. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84554336?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84554336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84554336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84554336' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84553718</id><published>2002-11-14T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T18:33:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Random blurb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Theme song - &lt;i&gt;Greg the Bunny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're graduating from Harvard&lt;br /&gt;(At the head of my class!)&lt;br /&gt;But if you're testing for sobriety&lt;br /&gt;(I may not pass...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got that song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only comment: &lt;b&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/b&gt; Ah god, I miss that show... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84553718?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84553718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84553718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84553718' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84553354</id><published>2002-11-14T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T18:32:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Analyze This! (And no, I'm not talking about the movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "You Gotta Be" - Des'Ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listen as your day unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Challenge what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;Try and keep your head up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Lovers, they may cause you tears&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, release your fears&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and be counted&lt;br /&gt;Don't be ashamed to cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I've got issues. I don't know how many, but I must have some because I got Dani to say that I'm weird. And the label "weird" coming from a girl who you can't trust a knife with, lives "above the ghetto", attacks her morbid sister every five minutes, and owns a dog you can't kneel around unless you want to produce puppies, that's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off, a plumber finally came to fix our bathroom plumbing on Monday. See, on Saturday, it seemed to gain this quirky problem that had ended up backing up water in such a way that every time you filled the sink, it came out in the tub, and vice versa. My dad had spent all Sunday trying to fix the problem but actually making it worse, so a plumber came early Monday, which I had off because of Parent-Teacher Conference, scheduled conveniently on Veteran's Day. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh. By the way. Happy belated Veteran's Day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how am I doing in school? Oh, not bad. Getting all A's. But many of my teachers (namely, Cirinelli) are worried that I'm... antisocial. (Well... That's kinda stating the obvious, no?) She says I don't pick partners when we do labs. My father replied that my classmates have taken advantage of me, and this was the only reason. I later told him my little secret:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT MY ONLY REASON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my problem with partners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it goes a bit deep, but if I shared, I'd be redunant. I'm sure you know that no one in that class bothers to notice me, and I'm not only uncomfortable with working with people, but I also don't want another Leann or Lauren. Yeah, I have trouble with people... =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday... Blah. Dani is just getting PMS-y. Attacking people with no reason during lunch. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and the entire school was morbid after the death of a classmate. *long sigh* I didn't know him personally, but I still feel sorry... =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Wednesday was karaoke night at CTA. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad. tests, etc. I'm tired... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like school anymore. Either it's pointless or boring. I regret waking up in the morning every morning to force myself to ready myself for the school day. Bah. Regular teen emotions, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten emotional after that classmate's death, apologizing for some of my actions and such. It's made me feel better in a way, and in other ways, it made me feel worse. For example, I broke down and cried in the middle of a shower from something that had come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me. I've gotten off of blogging ever since I've started working on finishing up the site I'll soon merge SOS with. That and school has been keeping me slightly busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84553354?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84553354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84553354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84553354' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84279626</id><published>2002-11-09T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T11:16:00.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Personality tests! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "My World" - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're all alone in the land of forever&lt;br /&gt;Lay under the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;On and on, it's getting too late out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love this time, this night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda stole these off of &lt;a href="http://trippymelophane.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Mel-Mel&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=Yugi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://negacool.homestead.com/files/mai.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Yu-Gi-Oh Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Test by &lt;a href="http://deadjournal.com/users/kameikari"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinion:&lt;/b&gt; I swear to god, I didn't manipulate this. ^_^;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding=5 width=350 align="center" style="border:2px solid #000080;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/lysuti/quiz/joey--lemmeatim.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,verdana,sans-serif" color="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;Joey Wheeler.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look and act tough, but I also have a soft spot in my heart for those I love. I depend on my friends for support, because I'm not always too sure of my abilities, but I sure as hell can stand up for myself when called to do so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Yu-Gi-Oh! character are you?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=yugiquiz" style="color:RED;"&gt;Find out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinion:&lt;/b&gt; This test was fun. I especially got a kick out of questions number 4 and 21. XD And if you're really wondering, Pegasus scored second place on my list, and Mai hit 15. Oh well. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q3.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/pain.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q3.htm" target="new"&gt;Find your Role-Playing&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/labile"&gt;[Angel.]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinion:&lt;/b&gt; *cough, cough* Uh... Funny test, though. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/sv.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;What Type of Villain are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/labile"&gt;&lt;º&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinion:&lt;/b&gt; WHEE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I enjoy explosives. Do you?"- Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84279626?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84279626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84279626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84279626' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-84189874</id><published>2002-11-07T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T16:20:26.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Pro... Con... Pro... Con... ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Dakishimetai" - Jungle Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nee anata mo hitori obieteruno?&lt;br /&gt;Minna mijime de yowai no kanna&lt;br /&gt;Motto yuuki ga atta nara&lt;br /&gt;Watashi anata dakishimetai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's a beautiful song. If you want the translation, go &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/geek/tetrisnomiko/fansub/daikirai.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, looking at the pros and cons for this week. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;-I got a bunch of tests out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;-I... uh... had to take a bunch of tests. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;-I had also been swamped with homework. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;-I turned in my geometry project, much to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;-I cheered myself up later that night by watching a bloopers show on Fox. XD&lt;br /&gt;-No homework!&lt;br /&gt;-I also checked my e-mail... and there was a message from SCOTT!!! =D =D =D!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;-Missed &lt;i&gt;Buffy&lt;/i&gt;. =/&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;-I'm proud of the job I had done on the solo I did for CTA. XD&lt;br /&gt;-Our next unit in physical education is basketball. When my team played, I actually made a basket! XD (If you knew just how lousy my basketball skills are, you'd know this is a big deal. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;-Dani was being a bitch at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate my geometry class. Let's leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;-I think Miss Check needs a little chill pill or something. =|&lt;br /&gt;-It was Observation Week at CTA, which means parents could attend, which means the room was twice as crowded as usual.&lt;br /&gt;-Good &lt;i&gt;Twilight Zone&lt;/i&gt;, but I was interrupted every time the best (and most important) parts came on. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;-Christina and I are almost completely done with the history project we had to do. (This would be a pro, even though we mostly used the information she found, rather than my own, and she did the Power Point because I don't hav the right programs on my computer. All of which made me feel a little guilty... ^_^; I promised to do most of any other group work we teamed up for in the future.)&lt;br /&gt;-I found translated lyrics for "Aitsu" and "Dakishimetai", both of which I've been desperately searching for since I downloaded both songs on my old computer. (Now I just need to find another place to download the songs themselves... ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;-The Dani thing again.&lt;br /&gt;-Nearly fell asleep several times in geometry.&lt;br /&gt;-Did I mention that I hate my geometry class?&lt;br /&gt;-Screwed up my stupid software applications project. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;-As everyone got on the bus, I sat down in one seat, and someone else nearly sat on me ten minutes later. =/&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly overall: Con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-84189874?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84189874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/84189874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#84189874' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-83976378</id><published>2002-11-03T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T18:49:00.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; *falls asleep at her keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Our Song" - M2M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody gets too much Heaven no more&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder to come by; I'm waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's as high as a mountain and harder to climb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired today. That's odd because I slept until ten in the morning and then had an hour-long nap from three to four in the afternoon. (Maybe it's because I'm subconciously bored as hell... =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was okay. Dani and I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; go out trick-or-treating, which came to some funny points involving cars, doors, quotes, and a woman dressed up as a bee. If you really think you should know, e-mail me. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad has me watch a program about the real Amityville horror story. Most of it was a hoax, but there was this one part about a ghost-like little boy showing up in a clip of video that really creeped me out and had me keep the bear, cross, and sun cards under my pillow that night. (For those of you who don't know, all three cards are fortune cards. The bear means protection; the cross means something having to do with Fate, though I keep it under my pillow because a cross is supposed to ward off evil spirits, and the sun card means happiness, which I need for my dreams.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, with those cards under my pillow, I ended up having the best sleep I can remember getting. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was okay. Went slow, though. And I felt like banging my head into my locker a few times, but I came out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Dani came over. Jason wouldn't let me borrow &lt;i&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/i&gt; (It's his tape anyways.), so I just went with &lt;i&gt;Animal House&lt;/i&gt;. Dani liked it and let me watch &lt;i&gt;Lost Boys&lt;/i&gt;. I enjoyed it, but it was kinda boring... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been hard at work with Middle of Nowhere (my new site). It's actually almost done. I just need to finish the layout and a couple more pages. ^_^ Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's about it for now. Until later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-83976378?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83976378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83976378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#83976378' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-83841492</id><published>2002-10-31T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T15:52:35.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Happy Hallow's Eve! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Maybe" - &lt;i&gt;Annie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And maybe now it's time&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when I wake&lt;br /&gt;They'll be there calling me 'baby'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was craptacular during the first half. I even felt suicidal on Tuesday because everything was going wrong, but now things are livening up. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Dani and I decided to dress in complete black with goth makeup on, so we did. She was called "cool", but I was called a variety of things, including "witch", "demon spawn", "goth", and "satanical". =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Satan, we've both decided to save the viewing of &lt;i&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/i&gt; for Saturday, in broad daylight. Yeah, we're both sissies. ^_^; (Shut up! &lt;i&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/i&gt; is supposed to be the scariest movie ever made! Everyone I know who saw it swear they had nightmares for a week after viewing it!) We've also planned on making Saturday our little "movie viewing day", where she, Savaga, and I all take three movies each, a huge bowl of popcorn, and watch movies all day long. It's gonna be spiffy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we're going trick-or-treating (because Dani REALLY wants to go), then scaring little children as we hand out candy. That should be spiffy as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest obsessions: Final Fantasy III and the Yu-gi-oh! card game (Yu-gi-oh!, not Yuugioh, because my collection contains no Japanese cards). Don't ask. =/ I went shopping at Funco Land again. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for now, huh? Actually, I really have to leave my computer for awhile, but I'm afraid it'll disconnect on me and refuse to get back on. So, if I'm lucky, I'll make another post later today. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-83841492?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83841492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83841492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#83841492' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-83573419</id><published>2002-10-26T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T20:58:42.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Miss American Pie" - Don Mclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you write the Book of Love?&lt;br /&gt;And do you have faith in God above&lt;br /&gt;If the Bible tells you so?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in rock 'n' roll?&lt;br /&gt;Can music save your mortal soul?&lt;br /&gt;And can you teach me how to dance real slow?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "grrr..." tacular today. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, yesterday was alright. Seriously bored. Then I had to go to the doctor's and get a physical. It resulted in a few uncomfortable moments in a white hospital gown, a tetnus shot, no urine sample, and one prescription to go to a hospital to get my blood drawn for cholesterol tests. Just what I need. &gt;_&lt; Well, the good part about the whole thing is that I'm losing weight, and I've grown an inch. I'm now five feet tall. (Sad, isn't it? ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up with a hurting arm because of the injection. &gt;_&lt; It feels like I pulled a muscle, and it's been worsening as the day passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, I was trying to enhance my pixels on my workspace from 800 x 600 to 1000-something x something else. (I'm too lazy to check. =|) Unfortunately, I must have done SOMETHING wrong because when I restarted to see the results, the pixels weren't there. Meaning my screen was black. Meaning I had to use the workspace my dad created on my computer. Meaning I lost half of the work I did to make my computer time more enjoyable. Meaning I'm right now pretty pissed off. -_- On the bright side, it wasn't a TOTAL loss. Some of the stuff I had on my workspace were either on my dad's by default or were reachable through the C drive. The things that weren't included all of my favorites and my shortcuts to Age of Empires, Sonic, and Algebra World. Like I said, no big loss. =/ I learned my lesson, of course, and now I'm happy with just an 800 x 600. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing bothering me, though, is that on my old workspace, I had finally gotten over that little glitch that made my computer freeze up every so often when I was on the Internet. Here, it freezes and disconnects without notice. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, there was also a good program about ghosts today. I watched nearly every minute of it. XD (WHEE! SPOOKY!!! XD XD XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad also had a long talk with me when he found out I'm still studying Wicca. (My family is open-minded about everything, but I guess anything pagan is just not something you bring up to a Catholic woman and two Jewish men. =/) He said that there is only one god, that I shouldn't be "playing around" with magick, that I should be happy to be Jewish, etc., etc... =/ After that, I decided to stop studying for awhile and just be a monotheist and just a monotheist. =| Beyond that, religion is too contradictory, you know? All these beliefs clashing with each other, getting the poor, lost soul confused... I've given up, called myself a monotheist, and retreated back into my own little world. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you excuse me, I have to attempt to find some of my lost favorites. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-83573419?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83573419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83573419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#83573419' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-83475547</id><published>2002-10-24T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T16:04:55.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I'm BLOOG today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Get a Clue" - Simon and Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I look at me&lt;br /&gt;And I start to see&lt;br /&gt;And a voice inside&lt;br /&gt;Tells me what I must do&lt;br /&gt;Wake up; who knew?&lt;br /&gt;It's me, you too&lt;br /&gt;Get a clue!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE! I love that song! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bloog&lt;/b&gt; (bloog) &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; emotion one gets that makes everyone else around them think they're high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry I stole your word, Julia! ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've had a quirky week. Thursday and Friday, I felt like I was about to collapse; Saturday and Sunday, I was bored as hell; Monday and Tuesday, I felt like crap again, and yesterday, I just had a rough day. yesterday's events alone are enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened on Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I forgot my English notebook in my locker the previous night, so I ended up having to give up my lunch just to finish my damn English assignment.&lt;br /&gt;-The day dragged on and wouldn't end.&lt;br /&gt;-People kept running into and over me. (Fucking ass holes.)&lt;br /&gt;-I swore, got caught by a teacher, and then got told off for swearing, which made me feel like I'm living in fucking &lt;i&gt;Pleasantville&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-On the way to CTA, my dad wouldn't stop lecturing me, so I was ten minutes late. -_-&lt;br /&gt;-Of course, there was also a ton of homework... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I could think of. Well, at least I didn't have a walking test. That was Monday, and Dani and I got a C because we made five laps when we were supposed to make seven and a half. Damn gym teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for today. Just another boring-ass day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new plans. I'm merging Cancer &amp; Aquarius, OK Productions, and SOS into one big... mess... ^_^; Can't wait to start it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I don't have much to say because... Oh look! &lt;i&gt;Digimon Tamers&lt;/i&gt; is on! WOO! (^_^;;;;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-83475547?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83475547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83475547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#83475547' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-83089637</id><published>2002-10-16T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T20:27:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I got drunk off of a Jolly Rancher! XD (And other weekly updates.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Song on the commercial for Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It might be a good idea if I looked that up. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I should be studying for a biology test, but I'm not for some reason. ^_^; *shrugs* I guess I just felt like blogging. (And later, I might feel like making up an excuse to why I failed my biology test. Then again, I have a hell of a lot of time to study, including putting off signing up for Montecello until Friday to study during study hall tomorrow. =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this week! We've got PSSA's, Jozef riding his grandfather in a cinema, Dani and her "hat!", me getting drunk off of a Jolly Rancher, and even more good stuff! Lemme take you back to Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Nothing much. ^_^; The hall near the cafeteria turned into a river when a bathroom flooded during sixth period, and the janitor didn't quite clean it all up (meaning there was a puddle of water right in front of my locker) by the end of tenth period, so I took an extra long shower after I got home and disinfected my backpack and binder. -_- (I didn't see the damn puddle! &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO! &lt;i&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/i&gt; XD The highlight of my week. XD XD XD (I have no life! Shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my mom forced me to watch a touching movie called &lt;i&gt;Autumn Hearts&lt;/i&gt;. It's about this guy who gets married and ends up having his three sisters whom he hasn't seen since he was a baby come in and all the skeleton-filled closets involved. Watch it! It's good! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... PSSA's in English. I think I got drunk off of the Jolly Rancher Mrs. Rigo gave us during testing because after awhile, I was giddy and unbalanced. O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we were going over a paper in Spanish, and, just to be funny, Jozef wanted to answer the question, "What do you do in the cinema?", by saying "I ride my horse in the cinema". Unfortunately, he messed up something in the translation and ended up saying, "I ride my grandfather in the cinema." We all started cracking up because we're all immature and stuff. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note, I was doing my homework during lunch, and Dani was bored (because she had no one to talk to because I was her only friend, and I was busy), so this is what she came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Here's where I plot world domination... *folds her hands together*&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;Dani: *looks at her hands, which are in a cup-shape* HAT! *puts her hands on her head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... PSSA's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while Savaga hung out with me while I wandered the halls in the morning, we saw Jake and said hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, Jake!&lt;br /&gt;Jake: Don't do drugs. Stay in school. Only you can prevent forest fires.&lt;br /&gt;Me: YAY! Only I can prevent forest fires!&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: The forests are doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I went a bit crazy and told everyone that only I can prevent forest fires for the rest of the day. ^_^; I think I went insane thanks to that Jolly Rancher. No wonder Becky said I couldn't have any more candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more PSSA's... uh... The return of the sex jokes in Spanish... uh... That's about it. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Tomorrow, I have a biology test and I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; sign up for Montecello, but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this week in a nutshell! Until... uh... some other day... ^_^; Buh bye! *disappears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-83089637?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83089637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/83089637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#83089637' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82815683</id><published>2002-10-10T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T20:03:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; WHEE! TESTS! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Some midi music... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some tests on a Neoshop, took them, and here's the results! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;html&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rampantgecko.com/paradox/psychic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your magical style is Psychic. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rampantgecko.com/paradox/quiz2.html" target="_blank"&gt;What type of Magic do you work?&lt;/a&gt;. Take the Magical Style Quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/girlwithagun" target="_blank"&gt;Paradox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinion:&lt;/b&gt; Bah. I don't think this is a bad thing... =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rampantgecko.com/paradox/sf.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations, you're a Snow Fae, bringer of winter.&lt;br&gt; What kind of female faerie are you? &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rampantgecko.com/paradox/quiz2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take the female faerie quiz&lt;/a&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/girlwithagun" target="_blank"&gt;Paradox&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also called Frost Faeries, Winter Faeries, and the Snow Queen; Snow Fae are the spirit of Winter. They take on many different appearances depending on which land they live in, which is usually anywhere across Europe and Asia. The are said to bring winter and are sometimes seen as trooping faeries and other times as solitary figures&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinion:&lt;/b&gt; Heh heh... Snow! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;html&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rampantgecko.com/paradox/muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a muse. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rampantgecko.com/paradox/quiz2.html" target="_blank"&gt;What legend are you?&lt;/a&gt;. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/girlwithagun" target="_blank"&gt;Paradox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The muses of greek mythology were goddesses who ruled over the arts and sciences and inspired people who were best at them. Their numbers vary from legend to legend, but most agree that there were nine of them who each presided over their own realm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinion:&lt;/b&gt; What the fuck!? O_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. *goes drifting off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82815683?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82815683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82815683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82815683' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82812895</id><published>2002-10-10T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T18:47:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Damn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "That's the Way It Is" - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you want it the most&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go&lt;br /&gt;And your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song always seems to cheer me up. And the heavens know I need cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, my day was all fine and dandy until third period. Then it all seem to go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period was just boring, and I found out that my damn grade is about to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth period... PSSAs. I said it before, and I'll say it again: Damn assessment tests. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth period was that tiny window of spiffyness that came before my period of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth period. Dani gives me a goddamn inferority complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh period. I was so fucking bored I started drawing on my hands with my pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth period. I was so fucking bored I started doodling all over my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out. You'd think I'd be happy, right? Wrong. Dani has to have the last word. What the hell did I do!? All I did was put a lock on my locker because I'm fucking paranoid of all the people in my school, trying to steal my books. And Dani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Notice how everyone with locks on their lockers have decorations they don't want anyone to steal, and you just have your books?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm getting decorations soon.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: We've been in school for a month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm too busy to get decorations.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: It doesn't take that long!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know. I just don't have time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: You're just slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, BITCH! FUCK YOU TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Savaga and I could see each other more often. Then again, I wish for a lot of things, but no one notices me. Just like all those ass holes who literally walk all over me when I'm at my locker. Five feet, people! Five goddamn feet! Is that so fucking much to ask for!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, frustrated, angry... Damn, I hate my life. Fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought Dani was a decent friend. Damn, you just can't trust anyone anymore, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82812895?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82812895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82812895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82812895' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82812869</id><published>2002-10-10T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T18:44:37.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Any day from Saturday to Saturday is a-ok with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Everyday is a Winding Road" - Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's got a daughter he calls Easter&lt;br /&gt;She was born on a Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm a stranger in my own life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this Wednesday, but I'm posting it later. I haven't been getting on Blogger for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Jason won't let me on.&lt;br /&gt;b. Someone else won't let me on.&lt;br /&gt;c. I'm busy with homework.&lt;br /&gt;d. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the less popular phrase you just love to hear from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. I'm on, but I don't feel like posting, so leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I swear, it hasn't been so much e as it has been a through c. D happens occasionally, but with a through c happening, it happens more often than e, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, when did I last post? Sunday? Okay, let's just say it was Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had a Spanish test and a biology test. The Spanish test wasn't too bad because I actually studied for it; the biology test... Well, let's just say I didn't fail, okay? ^_^; Also, on Monday... Ah, Monday sucked. Dad told me to eat only a little bit because he thought I was getting burned out on sugar. (It wasn't sugar! It was weed!! I smoked dandelions!!! XD Heh... Kidding, o' course...) And, of course, I was starving by first period. (Dammit!) So, I went through the day, feeling sucky and about to kill the ass who scheduled my lunch to be at sixth period. I hate Mondays, I felt all bad and stuff, and I took an hour long shower as soon as I got home. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was once again hell. Continuation of the Spanish quiz. Add that to a geometry pop quiz (Wow. It's been a long time since I've seen anything above a C on a test in math... Savaga, you lied! Proofs are EASY!!! Shame on you, trying to psyche me out like that! =D) and a test in European history. (The one in European history wasn't too bad. But I could've had three more questions right if I had watched what I was doing. I knew the answers to those three, but I put down the wrong answer for reasons I'm still trying to figure out. Maybe my subconcious was trying to embarrass me... again... -_-) Oh, and of course, a "mandatory meeting" for the Drama Club. Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... Sucked again. We had our seats changed in geometry; Spanish is actually five and one; I screwed up my paper for Software Applications I; PSSAs in English; nothing in European history; I was about to puke in lunch (Don't ask.); I had to borrow a shirt from Dani during Gym because I had accidentally grabbed the wrong type of shirt on my way out this morning (Needless to say, I gave all my sleeveless, white shirts back to my mother. -_-), and biology was slightly a bore. =/ I was supposed to have a Drama Club meeting again this afternoon, but I blew it off. I already had plans, one of which was stamped out by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was planning on volunteering at a Halloween attraction in the park, but my mom got paranoid and told me there's better things to volunteer for... Namely things inside buildings where psycho people can't get at you. (¬_¬) I told her that I wanted to volunteer for Dani because it was payment for borrowing her shirt AND that it might look good on my college application (She should've bought the college application thing, but hey. -_-), but she told me to go for something that'll "give you credit" for volunteering. I gave her my signature "whatever", and she sent me off to voice lessons, which really wasn't too bad, save for the fact that I blew my solo. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school: Wake up, force myself out of bed, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom: Talk to Dani.&lt;br /&gt;Period one (Spanish): Whee. Substitute teacher. Won't this be fun? -_-&lt;br /&gt;Two (Geometry): Geometry goodness. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;Three (Software Applications): Playing with computers. That's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;Four (Academic English): PSSAs. (Damn assessment tests. &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;Five (European History): Other than daydreaming while staring at Mr. Fouts? Uh... What plans?&lt;br /&gt;Six (Lunch... or as the Spanish call it, el almuerzo. =|): Eat, talk to Dani, do my homework, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Seven (Study Hall): Do my homework. (Heh... Jason says study hall isn't for homework. I gave him a strange look. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;Eight (Academic Biology): Watch the baby turtles in the tank at the back of the room before the bell rings, then stare blankly at Mrs. Cirinelli. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I asked Mrs. Cirinelli if she were giving away those cute little reptiles. She said she'd let me know. However, I just learned that I can't have one because, according to my father, "fish and turtles don't mix". Oh well. I thought Copper and Silver (my goldfish) would LOVE to have a turtle as a playmate, but oh well. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of initiating on Samhain. I know I promised to leave the subject be awhile back, but I can't help it. I can initiate now, and whatever I don't know I can learn along the way. The way I see it, everyone does that with a religion now and then. For example, children just going to Sunday school for the first time are just beginning to learn about their religion after finding out the basics. So, I would be like a child about to go to Sunday school. (Except, of course, I don't actually have a Sunday school teacher, and my Bible is actually a bunch of webpages, but same concept, right? ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, gotta go. &lt;i&gt;Birds of Prey&lt;/i&gt; is about to come on, and I'll get a bit distract-- HEY! Commercials! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82812869?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82812869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82812869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82812869' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82611106</id><published>2002-10-06T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T19:45:31.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; "Whoop dee friggin' do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Goodbye to You" - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything that I knew...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like the goldfishie in that music video. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you knew I'd say that. Out of everything in that music video, I like the friggin' fishie. (I can't help it if I like fishies!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm a cross between hyper, whatever, and depressed today. Wow. All that, and my period hasn't come yet. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Forget I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, tests all week. Ended in a pep rally. Needless to say, when we stood up for the Alma Mater, Dani and I stood still with no idea on what the lyrics are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before the pep rally)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *puts arm on Dani's shoulder* Dani, pop quiz. What are the lyrics to the Alma Mater?&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Is this timed because I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, let's make up some lyrics. Dani, what are the new lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;Dani: I don't know that either.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, then screw it. Let's sing the Lamb Chop song while everyone else sings the Alma Mater.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us: *singing* This is the song that doesn't end/Yes, it goes on and on, my friends/Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was/And they'll continue singing it forever just because/This is the song that doesn't end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up Leann's computer file because she wanted me to "proofread" it. I felt good after that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leann: What the hell did you do!? *looks over her screen*&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... It was an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started reading &lt;i&gt;Shinju&lt;/i&gt; again. Came across not-so-kiddie-ish parts. Let Dani see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: What the hell are you reading!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see &lt;i&gt;Eight Legged Freaks&lt;/i&gt; with Dani on Friday night. (There's a movie theater nearby that plays movies that went out of the other movie theaters.) It was a good movie. Extremely funny because the writers, actors, special effects dudes, etc. weren't even TRYING to make it look real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: *points to a character in a pickup truck* Look at him! He's turning the wheel, but he keeps on going straight!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Either his alignment is seriously out of whack, or he's not even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little fun after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani and me: *screaming in the lobby* THE GOVERNMENT IS OUT TO GET US ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: *give us odd glances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I watched &lt;i&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/i&gt; (Poor Pegasus!), played &lt;i&gt;Age of Empires&lt;/i&gt;, lived my regular, dorky life. Today was basically the same, except for instead of watching &lt;i&gt;Yu-gi-oh!&lt;/i&gt;, I went on the computer and did... stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going online much anymore because I'm either too busy with work, Drama Club, or CTA or Jason won't let me on. =/ *sighs* And it's a shame. I really need times like this. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82611106?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82611106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82611106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82611106' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82335837</id><published>2002-09-30T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T19:16:18.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, whatever. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "With You I'm Born Again" - Billy Preston and Syreeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was half, not whole&lt;br /&gt;In step with none&lt;br /&gt;Reaching through this world&lt;br /&gt;In need of one...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's news... Seriously nothing. Tests suck. I'm to have another tomorrow and another on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also marks the first day of Spirit Week at school. Each day, we're supposed to wear something different to support our school. My wardrobe for this week: Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Yay. Go Bears. (It's a friggin' joke. I don't really give a damn whether or not our mascot is a jaguar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mandatory" Drama Club meeting. I swear, we don't do anything fun. Just sit around, listening about the next fundraiser. I'm alone in a sea of preps, listening to some drone go on and on about how we're going to raise money for things half of us will never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the fundraiser we're currently on has prizes, and at a 75-item-sold level, I'll get a digital camera. Sweeeeeet... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mondays... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82335837?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82335837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82335837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82335837' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82334865</id><published>2002-09-30T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T18:53:12.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Five and one again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Bye, Bye Miss American Pie" - Don Mclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And there we were all in one place&lt;br /&gt;A generation Lost in Space&lt;br /&gt;With no time left to start again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're seeing this, I've cut and pasted this from WordPad, but I've typed this up Sunday night. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee! Watching a movie about Prince William. XD (The actor looks about as cute as the real thing, and the movie itself is pretty riviting... *goes off to watch it for another hour or so* o.o ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today, my parents dragged me around the state again. The highlight was when we stopped at this absolutely quaint farmer's market. I tell you, it was so... It felt so friendly. So warm. (I love country things. I've even decided that after I graduate from college, I'll have to find an old farmhouse somewhere in the country so I can renovate it and move in to have that quaint, country feeling all year long. That is, if I can't find an apartment in a city like Boston or Vancouver...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Savaga came over. We talked, then she and I went to her house and had dinner before watching &lt;i&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/i&gt; and playing a few improv games. (Improve games rock! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays... *shrugs* There's another "mandatory meeting" tomorrow. Three tests as well. One on Tuesday. One on Wednesday. School's boring, but that doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for once, I'm five and one, and that's no lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82334865?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82334865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82334865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82334865' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82072580</id><published>2002-09-24T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T21:50:01.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Survey... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Jude" - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take a sad song and make it better&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~forkyprongs" target="_blank"&gt;Gwennie-san&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry! I couldn't help myself... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY:&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you most like about your body?: My eyes. (Don't ask.)&lt;br /&gt;2. And least?: Uh... Everything else.&lt;br /&gt;3. How many fillings do you have?: I lost count at four. ^_^; (My teeth suck.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're good looking?: Do you think the sky is green? (Not really.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Do other people often tell you that you're good looking?: Why would I?&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you look like any celebrities?: That's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wear a watch?: Yeah, but it's not for fashion; it's to tell time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;2. How many coats and jackets do you own?: Five, at last count.&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite pants/skirt color?: Black&lt;br /&gt;4. Most expensive item of clothing?: Probably a shirt I bought at Abercrombie &amp; Fitch. (I only bought something there because I liked it! I'm not a friggin' prep!)&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of shoes do you wear?: A pair of worn-out, navy Keds sneakers in the fall and spring; a pair of brown sandals in the summer, and these brown Vans hiking boots in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do your friends 'know' you?: It depends on which one you talk to. Savaga knows me; Dani doesn't; everyone else is pretty much in between.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do they tend to be like?: Once again, it depends on who you talk to. =/&lt;br /&gt;3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked?: Kindness, mostly. &lt;br /&gt;4. How many people do you tell everything to?: Three people -- Savaga, Amanda, and Dani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC, TV, FILM &amp; BOOKS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite band ever?: The Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;2. Most listened to bands: The Wallflowers, the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you find any musicians good-looking?: John Mayer. =)&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you play an instrument?: Yes, and sadly only one. (The clarinet.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Type of music most listened to?: I'm eclectic.&lt;br /&gt;6. Type never listened to?: I'm eclectic, so I have no answer.&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite book?: &lt;i&gt;Enter Three Witches&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Gift of Magic&lt;/i&gt;. (Might be &lt;i&gt;Shinju&lt;/i&gt; soon, but I still have to finish it. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you detest religion?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you think this universe was formed?: I'm if-y on this. Somewhere in between the Big Bang and the Wiccan belief of how everything came to be.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you currently follow a religion, do you think people who belong to another religion are ignorant?: No. Just slightly close-minded, depending on who you talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMOSEXUALITY:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the first thing you think when you see two gay guys or lesbians holding hands?: I don't think much about it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you detest homosexuality?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is the smartest man alive at the moment?: I don't have an answer to that, to be honest with you. Probably Kero Kato, if he weren't a cold asshole.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?: Rainy day. I love how fresh the world smells during a light rain.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you consider yourself lucky?: Not really. =/&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide?: Nope. They chose to end their life, and there's nothing else to say... Unless, of course, they could have gotten help first...&lt;br /&gt;5. Choose one word to describe how you feel most often: Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETC:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you own any plaid clothing?: Nope. Plaid isn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you own converse shoes?: Nope. Never have; never will.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own saucony shoes?: Nope. Tons of Vans; no saucony. (I probably do and don't realise it, though... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you own old school nikes?: Nope. Like I said, tons of Vans. (I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; Vans! ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wear tight pants? Nope. I hate tight clothing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there more than one zipper in your pants?: Nope. I can't find a pair that has any more than the necessary. ¬_¬ &lt;br /&gt;7. Do you know what a squatter flap is?: Uh... no.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you own a messenger bag?: No, but I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you wear your messenger bag across your chest?: No, but I wish I did. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you own braces?: I used to. Probably will again, though... ^_^; (Like I said, my teeth suck.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Are braces worn anywhere besides the mouth?: No.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have short, shaggy hair?: Nope. It's short and thick, but neat and not shaggy. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does your hairstyle exceed a height of 3 inches?: Not yet... ^_-&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you classify your hair as a deadly weapon?: No. (Dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think mohawks are "neat"?: Yeah. (Only because a friend of mine wore one and I thought he looked cool with one.)&lt;br /&gt;16. Is your hair black or red?: It's dark brown, but everyone thinks it's black. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a favorite brand of hair dye?: I don't do dye. -_- (I don't want a normal color, and my mom looked at me funny when I told her I wanted to dye my hair blue. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own a bandana?: Yes, but I never wear it for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you wear plugs in your ears?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you amused by safety pins?: Yep. I stole all of my mom's safety pins, but I never actually wore them yet. (I will someday, though... ^_-)&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever used duct tape as a sewing substitute?: (Hee hee... Duct tape is fuuuun... XD) Nope.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you own one or more objects with studs or spikes in them?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you own one or more articles of clothing from dogpile, lip service, or tiger of london?: Nope. Oddly enough, neither does Dani...&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you enjoy leopard print?: Ack! Don't make me puke!&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you disgruntled?: During school and when I'm bothered.&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you an anarchist?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;27. Does the American flag anger you?: Nope. (Not anymore, at least.)&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you "working class"?: I don't work, but my parents are (at least my father is) working class, so I guess I am too.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you dislike "preps"?: I dislike some people who ARE preps, but not preps in general. There are some nice ones, especially those preps who aren't TOO popular and bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you dislike Hot Topic?: I never go to that store, so I guess I can't have a comment. =/&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you smoke cigarettes?: The fact that I got my father OFF of smoking should tell you something right there. -_-&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you smoke cloves?: I don't smoke ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you a thin waif?: Would I be writing to you if I were?&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you vegan/vegetarian?: No, but I was for a week... Until my brother scared me into eating at least a little meat... -_-&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you think meat is murder?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever gone a week without a shower?: Nope. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever been avoided due to your odor?: I don't know. Is my perfume REALLY that bad? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you know who Jack Kerouac is?: Jack who?&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you like Mr. Kerouac?: Mr. who?&lt;br /&gt;42. Should Mumia Abu-Jamal be freed from prison?: I've heard that name, but I can't remember where... ^_^; &lt;br /&gt;43. Are you a member of the makeout club?: I don't even makeout OUT of a club. -_-&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you say "rad"?: Do I look like I'm a valley girl from the eighties? (Uh... Some days, that'll be a stupid question. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE JUNK:&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like it?: HELL NO!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Nick-names: Mai, B-man, Li'l Ponch&lt;br /&gt;4. Screen names: Daydream722, Mai, Chiriru Mai, Zeroseven, etc...&lt;br /&gt;5. Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;6. Birthday: Sepetember 16, 1987&lt;br /&gt;7. Sign: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;8. Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (If you couldn't pick that up before, shame on you.)&lt;br /&gt;9. ... What was supposed to be here? ^_^; (I think I accidentally deleted it...)&lt;br /&gt;10. Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;11. Crush: Nope&lt;br /&gt;12. Virgin?: The fact that I've never even gotten my first real kiss (on technical terms) should tell you something. ¬_¬;&lt;br /&gt;13. Natural hair color: Dark brown (but everyone says it's black)&lt;br /&gt;14. Current hair color: Dark brown, highlights in various shades of gold.&lt;br /&gt;15. Eye color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;16. Height: 5 ft., even.&lt;br /&gt;17. Birthplace: Pittsburgh, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;18. Shoe size: 8... Maybe 8 1/2. (I wear either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Parents: Harry and Luz (If you want her full name, don't ask.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Siblings: One older brother, Jason&lt;br /&gt;3. Live with: Both parents and Jason (Yeah, he's still here. Everyone together now! LOSER!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite relative: My cousin, Jona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: Seven, zero, and twenty-two (If you haven't noticed.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Color: Black, navy, dark green, crimson, certain shades of purple&lt;br /&gt;3. Day: Friday (afternoons) and Saturdays (Mondays only due to &lt;i&gt;Whose Line is it Anyways?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Month: December&lt;br /&gt;5. Song: A tie between the following -- "No Such Thing" (John Mayer), "Josephine" (Wallflowers), "Anything But Ordinary" (Avril Lavigne), "Wichita Skyline" (Shawn Colvin), "My World" (Avril Lavigne)&lt;br /&gt;6. Movie: &lt;i&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Food: Homecooked Asian (Must be both.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Band: The Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;9. Sport: Baseball (to watch), soccer (to play)&lt;br /&gt;10. Class: European history and Software Applications I (XD)&lt;br /&gt;11. Teacher: Mr. Fouts. (^-^)&lt;br /&gt;12. Drink: Kiwi lemonade (It's a drink at Applebee's that just tastes absolutely wonderful... ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;13. Veggie: Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;14. TV show: &lt;i&gt;Whose Line is it Anyways?&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Twilight Zone&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Digimon&lt;/i&gt; (Tamers and 04 only)&lt;br /&gt;15. Radio station: 100.7 (Though I barely listen to it. I even forget its name! ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;16. Store: Legends. (Okay, it's a stall in FRONT of a store, but it still counts!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Expression: "You see things, and you say 'Why?' But I dream things that never were, and I say, 'Why not?'"- George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;18. Animal: It's a tie between almost any kind of fish and kestrels&lt;br /&gt;19. Flower: Roses and lilacs&lt;br /&gt;20. State: Arizona&lt;br /&gt;21. Country: Japan, England, and Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT...&lt;br /&gt;1. Me or you: You&lt;br /&gt;2. Coke or pepsi: Coke&lt;br /&gt;3. Day or night: Night&lt;br /&gt;4. AOL or AIM: AIM&lt;br /&gt;5. CD or cassette: CD&lt;br /&gt;6. DVD or VHS: VHS&lt;br /&gt;7. Jeans or khakis: Jeans. (Why? Because denim ROCKS! XD)&lt;br /&gt;8. Car or truck: Car&lt;br /&gt;9. Tall or short: Either&lt;br /&gt;10. Lunch or dinner: Lunch... But then again, I don't eat lunch... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;11. *Nsync or BSB?: None of the above.&lt;br /&gt;12. Gap or Old Navy: Gap has better clothes at slightly cheaper prices.&lt;br /&gt;13. Lipstick or lipgloss: Gloss.&lt;br /&gt;14. Silver or gold: Silver&lt;br /&gt;15. Alcohol or weed: What? No acid? (*j/k* None of the above, of course! ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE &amp; RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a bf/gf?: Nope. And I don't think I ever will at the rate I'm going... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a crush?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you liked him/her: Who? Mr. Sock Puppet? Uh... Going on one year, I guess. =p&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do you like this person?: Because Mr. Sock Puppet is dreamy... (Heh heh... And I was cracking up at Gwen's response... XD)&lt;br /&gt;5. If you're single, why are you single?: Because every guy I know ('cept Jake... and Ryan... and Robbie... and okay, Shinkuu, Jack Daw, Scott, and Kujitsu, though they don't really count because I don't really know them...) is a jerk. Other than that, people just aren't attracted to me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;6. How long was your longest relationship?: Uh... A week? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long was your shortest relationship?: Uh... Two hours? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your 1st love?: I honestly can't remember. ^_^; True love, I've never had. Crush... THAT I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you miss about them?: If I can't remember who he was, I can't say, now, can I? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the one thing you would change about your past?: Every stupid thing I've done. (Trust me, that's a lot. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the biggest mistake you've made in your life?: It's so personal, I won't even discuss it here. -_-&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing you heard: Aside from the tapping of keys on my keyboard? "A-i-tsu" by dicot (And strangely enough, it's not the song of the post... =/)&lt;br /&gt;4. Last thing you saw: This monitor.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last thing you said: "I'll do it later." (I told my dad I'd put away the leftover food a few hours ago. ^_^; Of course I did it!)&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the last TV show you saw?: &lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last song you heard?: "A-i-tsu" by dicot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU...&lt;br /&gt;1. Saw?: My dad.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed?: Robbie, back in the seventh grade (Yeah, that's right. I have no love life. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the last person you hugged?: Dani, but it was one of those "okay, we're friends, now let go" hug. ^_^; (She's a bit homophobic.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Fought with?: My brother.&lt;br /&gt;5. Were on the phone with?: Savaga... Two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you wearing?: Absolutely nothing. (*j/k!!!*) White t-shirt, black pants. (Simple, just the way I like it. And, of course, underwear. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you doing?: Typing this out while listening to "Anything But Ordinary" in my head. (Catchy song!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Who are you talking to?: Technically, no one. =|&lt;br /&gt;4. What song are you listening to?: Nothing. I prefer to type with no background distraction. It screws me up.&lt;br /&gt;5. Where are you?: In my room, but slowly drifting off to my own little world.&lt;br /&gt;6. Who are you with?: Technically, nobody... Unless you believe in spirits...&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you online?: Nope. (I wuv WordPad!)&lt;br /&gt;8. How are you feeling?: Five and one, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you in a chatroom?: I'm... uh... not even online. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;1. What day is it tomorrow?: Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you going to do after this?: Go online, post this, and finish transfering my Favorites. (Yeah, I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; haven't got all of my crap off my old computer...)&lt;br /&gt;3. Who are you going to talk to?: Savaga... If she's home tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;4. Where are you going to go?: No where... Unless I can get a ride to a mall or something...&lt;br /&gt;5. How old will you be when you graduate?: 18&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you wanna be?: A journalist, either for the newspaper or the radio. Either that or a cartoonist.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is one of your dreams?: To become a journalist and move into a fairly large apartment in either Washington (state) or Vancouver, CA. Also to spend at least one year in England and another in Japan (specifically London and Tokyo, but I'll take what I can get).&lt;br /&gt;8. Where will you be in 25 years?: Living a decent life as a journalist in Vancouver (or Washington - state), writing a best-selling novel while trying to meet another newspaper deadline. Either that or on a street corner of New York City carrying a sign that reads, "Will work for spare change"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;1. Drank?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoked?: Never.&lt;br /&gt;3. Had sex?: Nope. Probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stolen?: As in shoplifted, I have, but I was three, and I had no idea what I was doing. As in from other people, yes again, but they were only things they wouldn't miss... such as pencils, erasers, change (from my brother), etc...&lt;br /&gt;5. Done anything illegal?: Yes. Feel like sticking around for the story?&lt;br /&gt;6. Wanted to die?: Uh... Is water wet?&lt;br /&gt;7. Hit someone?: Yes. Several people. Both out of defense and offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you write in cursive or print?: Both. For notes and non-school work, I print. For school work, I write in cursive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a lefty or a righty?: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your sexual preference?: Straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. What piercings do you have?: Once in each ear&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you drive?: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have glasses or braces?: Glasses. I used to have braces, but I may have to again. (Stupid teeth. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you like this survey?: Yep. I like surveys. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82072580?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82072580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82072580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82072580' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82064452</id><published>2002-09-24T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T18:30:39.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Five and one... Sorta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "My World" - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't help it if I space in a daze&lt;br /&gt;My eyes tune out the other way&lt;br /&gt;I may switch off and go in a daydream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five and one. It means the same thing as five by five, only I didn't want to end up getting chewed out for stealing Faith's line. If you really want to know what's up with that phrase ("five and one"), just &lt;a href="mailto:zeroseven@tokyo.com"&gt;e-mail&lt;/a&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, reasons why I'm not five and one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever watch &lt;i&gt;The Princess Diaries&lt;/i&gt;? Remember that part where Mia goes up to her friend and says, "Somebody sat on me again."? Yeah, I felt like that for the first half of the day. People didn't even know I was there. Pushing me down, trying to literally walk all over me. And then they don't even know I'm there. It's the worst in geometry, where I'm surrounded by bubbly airheads who make me feel isolated, though the room is crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the only recognition I get is from teachers. And even then, not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really a suicidal thought, but I've always wondered if I just disappeared one day and never went back to school. Would anyone miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* Probably not. I'm not as important as the two cheerleaders and one jock from a neighboring school who died in a car accident on Saturday. And why are people caring? I don't mean to sound insensitive, but...! The jock (who had been driving the car) was most likely drunk, AND accidents like that happen every day. And yet, we're going to have a memorial for them and not for every other person who died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another reason why I hate those kinds of popular people. People start to see them as higher than everyone else. Well, at least it's true in my school. Cheerleaders, jocks, and party people are seen as gods, where as the rest of us are just &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, if Robbie, Jake, me, and people like us just disappeared one day, no one would even notice that there's an empty seat there. Now, if April, Samantha, Elyse, and people like THEM disappeared, the whole town would be looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly shorter reason because number one took up most of my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Half the day I want to die; the other half I want to be knocked out so my unconcious body can be dragged out the school and dumped somewhere far, far away, just so I won't have to live through utter boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either is really five and one to me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I &lt;b&gt;AM&lt;/b&gt; five and one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a B on my biology test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Yeah. That's about it. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82064452?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82064452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82064452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82064452' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-82016880</id><published>2002-09-23T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T19:39:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; By the end of the day, I'm just five by five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Anything But Ordinary" - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is enough to die?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave me Avril Lavigne's CD yesterday. Though I know a few people who hate her with a burning passion, I happen to like her, mostly because of her songs and her wardrobe. ^_^; (I absolutely love "Sk8er Boi", "My World", and, of course, "Anything But Ordinary"... ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting, not (only) because I have no time, but more because I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, I went with my parents for a "ride". (Get your mind out of the gutter, Leann.) They took me to a trolley museum, then to an archeological dig, then to West Virginia and Ohio. Okay, I might have enjoyed the trip if the archeological dig part had actually been open (It was closed by the time we got there.). That and if my mother had stayed home. Sure, I love my dear mum, but when she tags along on a ride with my father, it's like I didn't get to spend time with my father like I had wanted to. Instead, I fell asleep in the backseat because I had nothing better to do. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked. Just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break down the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school: Hell, before school ALWAYS sucks. I just wanna sleep, for Goddess's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom: I actually enjoyed it, just because I get to talk with Dani. Any talks with a friend makes everything so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period one - Spanish: Uh... Spanish test? All that time, I was thinking, "Shoot me. Get me out of here. Oh, just get me out of this goddamn place!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period two - Geometry: Bonding time sucked. I told people about what I did for the weekend (that was today's topic), and those damn, bubbly airheads started gasping. (See rant below.) Turns out, they were doing it because I had said "pissed off" (as in "I was getting pissed off because my dad kept asking me where are we, though I don't intend on being familiar with Hicksville, USA"), thinking it was a swear word. Reason number 242 to why I despise bubbly cheerleader-type bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period three - Software Applications: I was still kinda pissed at those cheerleaders, so that period wasn't too spiffy either. (See period five for a note on the word "spiffy".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period four - English: I hate my name. I hate my full name. I hate my full name being used three times. Mrs. Rigo just had to use both my first and full names several times in the same paragraph. -_- Not only that, but she had to say them, while insulting my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period five - European History: I told Missy that "spiffy" was the word of the day, just because I wanted to. I'll use it in a sentence right now. Any class with Mr. Fouts and Missy is just spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period six - Lunch: Egotism boost when a few teachers found my Loserville comic (I've started a full comic book.) and said I had talent. ^_^ Of course, I had some side laughs as well. (Dani and I planned on what I should draw next. The next scene of Loserville is just over-spiffy! XD) And of course, I know I'm not as good as Stephanie (I saw her drawing of Sam from &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt;. Damn, it was good! o.o) or Rya (Her drawings are just so cute and spiffy!)... ^_^;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period seven - Gym: I got to take a walk with Dani. We talked about Loserville. We only got in three laps, but we lied to our gym teacher and said we got in four. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period eight - Biology: Test. I didn't study too well. Some of my answers have to be wrong. And the look Mrs. Cirinelli had on her face when she saw my paper wasn't too good either... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school: Drama Club meeting. It was mandatory, but I had no purpose there. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home: Got kicked offline three times. I'm right now writing this on Wordpad while listening to Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Eight.&lt;br /&gt;Positives: Four&lt;br /&gt;Percentage of spiffiness: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate bubbly cheerleader-types. Mostly, it's the innocent perkiness. Now, I hate perkiness period, but when you've paired perkiness up with an overload of innocence and basic airheadness of one of those popular snobs, you've got enough to give you a reminder of what you had for breakfast. Isn't there anyone out there who can just be NORMAL? You know, never perky, but not quite at the point of "suicidal"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, cheerleaders always get to me. Sure, there's a few cheerleaders I know who are decent people, but that number's thinning out. Cheerleaders, especially the ones at my school, always seem to be snobby and bubbly. So perky and innocent that they'll always make you think you're doing or saying something wrong, and they always try to act like little children, saying, "That was mean" or "You're not supposed to swear" or stupid things like that. I hate that type of person. I mean, grow friggin' up already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the generalization, folks, but if cheerleaders and popular people aren't like that at your school, then just think of me talking about my school only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with all these cliques? *rolls her eyes* Please. I hate cliques. You've probably figured that out by now, but I just can't stand those stupid sheep staying together in little bunches. Yeah, real sophisticated. Just prove to the world that you still need to hold someone's hand to get through life. Babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the ironic thing is that the word of the day is "spiffy". I'm not spiffy at all. I'm not really even five by five. Just highly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tries to log on*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-82016880?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82016880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/82016880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#82016880' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-81844185</id><published>2002-09-19T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T19:18:34.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music&lt;/b&gt; Theme song - &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Schedule. May change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spanish quiz&lt;br /&gt;-Geometry test&lt;br /&gt;-Pep rally (Woo. *sarcasm ends here*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Quality time" with Dad (Woo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Biology test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Open House (Woo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Following Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Software Applications test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm about to switch e-mail addresses (keeping the ducky@mail.nu one active... just in case), which means I'm wading through SPAM, about to fry those who keep sending me this crap... (STOP IT!!! &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and about to send an e-mail to everyone in my address book about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other 'net news... zeroseven.net. Like it? I'm going to see if it's available. If you know of a site with the cheapest prices for domain names AND space, please &lt;a href="mailto:zeroseven@tokyo.com"&gt;e-mail&lt;/a&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold's going away, but I decided not to go to my second session of voice classes because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel drained. And addicted to Link's Awakening. (Legend of Zelllldaaaa... XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Whatever. Study hall's about all I look forward to. At least I'm gliding by in every subject. (Though Spanish and Geometry may vary some time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;i&gt;The Twilight Zone&lt;/i&gt; last night. Creepy, weird, sad, and suspenseful, all the same time. I like it... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off. I've got things to work on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-81844185?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81844185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81844185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#81844185' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-81685643</id><published>2002-09-16T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T19:36:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Happy birthday to me... Right... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Smile" - Vitamin C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Put a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;And make the world a better place...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, today's my birthday. Woo. *waves a little flag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stay in voice classes but stay out of the fall play. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to either try tech or wait for TJ TV next year. I felt too sick to stick around. I still am, which explains the mug of green tea sitting by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humorous point in Drama Club: Jason's a celebrity throughout the school, especially in Drama Club. When Casey, this guy who started pestering freshmen, found out that I'm Jason's little sister, he forced me to stand up and announced my identity, allowing everyone to clap and me to get all embarrassed. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the party. Mom and I were busy all morning and afternoon before everyone came. After awhile, Dani, Savaga, Sara, Dana, Eve, and I all went out to see &lt;i&gt;XXX&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Triple X&lt;/i&gt;, if you prefer). It was a GOOD movie! XD Vin Diesel! XD XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, woke up every hour, so I ended up really sleepy, leading me to fall asleep in European History. And if I fell asleep with a "so-cute-it's-a-shame-he's-married" teacher like Mr. Fouts, you know something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I sound like one of those annoying prep girls, but hey. I put a lot of sugar in my tea. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I'm off. I have to get off when Jason gets home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-81685643?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81685643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81685643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#81685643' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-81500734</id><published>2002-09-12T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T06:51:56.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; "Short" post before school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Beauty and the Beast" - &lt;i&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bittersweet and strange&lt;br /&gt;Finding you can change&lt;br /&gt;Learning you were wrong...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love that song. How appropriate, too. I've learned how I take this country for granted as well as find out that I'm not Supergirl and I'm gonna puke if I have one more extracurricular activity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, school's stressing me out. Either it's the fact that I'm not used to getting this much work on the first days of school (You can slap me now to make me wise up.), or it's just because I'm getting sleep-deprived because I couldn't change my sleep pattern before the end of summer. (Stay up late; wake up late. BAAAAAAD habit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Drama Club today. I've decided not to sign up for the Statesman, whose signups are at the exact same time as the Drama Club meeting. I could try the Statesman next year, rather than Monticello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of withdrawing from voice lessons. I didn't feel comfortable last night when I had my first class, and I think that it's already bad enough that I've got my Thursday nights taken away... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I stop posting until every Saturday or Sunday. Damn homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Better go. It's 6:49 AM here, and I leave at 7:10. I've got a few other things to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-81500734?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81500734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81500734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#81500734' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-81379911</id><published>2002-09-09T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T20:24:34.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A few rants. (And yes, it's that time of the month again... *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; "Drops of Jupiter" - Vertical Horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me, did you sail across the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Did you find it to the Milky Way to see the lights are faded&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven is overrated?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And yet, you missed me while you're looking for yourself...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. I haven't actually looked up the lyrics, but it's not like Barenaked Ladies' "One Week". (Damn, how the hell did they do that!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, first day of school. Extremely uncomfortable. Homeroom was alright, but for the rest of the day, I was mentally pleading for someone to "shoot me, and shoot me now". Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was triggered by my Spanish teacher. She's a bit psychotic. Either that or some of the other teachers... Or the fact that I'm a friggin' freshman, and I'm not memorizing a single step of that building. (Don't worry. By Christmas, I'll be able to sleepwalk through that building. Not saying that I'd recommend that due to our friends the stairs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Who do I share classes with...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly - Homeroom&lt;br /&gt;Dani - Homeroom, lunch, gym, study hall&lt;br /&gt;Missy - European history (Speaking about that, I like that teacher. A lot of personality. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;Savaga - None. (Dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - European history&lt;br /&gt;Erica - European history&lt;br /&gt;Jake - None (Dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;Katie - European history&lt;br /&gt;Leann - Software applications (Dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Leann (IT!) walk in with a large group of people, pretending to be "in" it. Go figure. She couldn't find a seat in that group (HA HA!), so she sat next to me. I got up and walked off with an expression equivalent to "Kiss my ass". That felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the bus. I can't wait until I get a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go. Jason's home. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-81379911?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81379911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81379911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#81379911' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-81295667</id><published>2002-09-07T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T20:45:21.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever... Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "The Animal Song" - Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Animals and children tell the truth; they never lie&lt;br /&gt;Which one is more human? There's a thought, now you decide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* Got in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened between Thursday and today. Walked on Friday around the neighborhood, but that's about it on that day. Went to a birthday party today. 'Twas okay, but nothing exciting. It was just like every other Filipino birthday party I've been to. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in my district starts on Monday. Oh, yay. *waves the little flag of sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored either way, so I guess it makes no difference. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-81295667?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81295667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81295667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#81295667' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-81194640</id><published>2002-09-05T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T12:51:17.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I'm okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All Star" by Smashmouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somebody once told me the world is gonna rule me&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I just didn't feel like posting for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a wedding on Saturday. It was a Christian Filipino one. Yeah, I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually got to go with Savaga on Sunday to Southland. That was fun. We went to see &lt;i&gt;Austin Powers in Goldmember&lt;/i&gt; (which, by the way, gets a recommendation from me... ^_-) before going back out and shopping. We found this incredibly cool shop called Tuesday Morning, which is better off being called Ye Olde Attic, for what they sell is what you would normally find in your attic. From there, Savaga bought a beautiful wooden box and a glass thing neither of us can identify while I got the cutest little teddy bear you can imagine. (^_^) From there, we went to Panera Bread for lunch, followed by another moment of shopping. Overall, we both got pretty decent hauls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga spent the night. We watched &lt;i&gt;Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery&lt;/i&gt; and the episodes of &lt;i&gt;The Tonight Show with Jay Leno&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;Conan O'Brien Show&lt;/i&gt; which my dad had taped in California. Along with that, Savaga played Princess Maker 2 (I got her addicted to yet another game...) while I watched, followed by a few moments to show her the pictures from our trip to California before going to bed and talking about various things before falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both woke up the next morning at basically the same time. For a large part of the day, she continued playing Princess Maker 2 before her father came to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so wrapped up in the game that she had forgotten her cell phone, which I took to her later before my parents and I went out on a ride, which I slept most of the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was registered for my voice class. They'll start next Wednesday and run from six to seven in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked on pages. I guess I'll take a walk later, just to see how much time it takes me to get from my house to my bus stop so I won't have to worry about missing the bus. (-_-;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in four days; dad's birthday is in ten; mine is in eleven. There's a birthday party this weekend for my mother's friend's daughter (*huge wiff of sarcasm* Yay.), and the birthday party for both my father and myself is a week after that. My mother already reserved a shelter at the nearby park. I say, "Thank god it's being held outdoors. At least I don't have to entertain all of my mom's friends' friggin' children..." -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the thing about many parties thrown by Filipino-American mothers. The children get to invite a few friends while the mother invites twenty to fifty. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-81194640?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81194640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/81194640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#81194640' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80991090</id><published>2002-09-01T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T09:26:36.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Somewhere Out There" by Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm listening to American Top 40 with Casey Kasem right now. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, sorry I couldn't post in a couple o' days. Thursday, I had been dragged on errands all over the city, and yesterday, I had not only been dragged on more errands, but I also had to attend a wedding for a woman who was once my babysitter. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at eleven, I'm going with Savaga down to the local shopping center and cinema to have a girl's day out. ^_^ That should be fun. I'm planning on taking her to see &lt;i&gt;Austin Powers in Goldmember&lt;/i&gt; at one, followed by lunch at Panera Bread and even more shopping, continuing from before we go to see the movie. Not only this, but then we'll go back to my house at around five or five thirty, and we'll sample my mom's home cooking while watching that video of the &lt;i&gt;Late Show&lt;/i&gt; that Jason had been on (as well as that &lt;i&gt;Late Late Show&lt;/i&gt; with the Oscar Party pictures. XD) Hell, I might even get her mother to let her sleep over! Why not? We're responsible! We're fourteen-year-old girls! (Heh... Just saying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy September first! (Whee! Sixteen more days until my birthday! *does a happy dance*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80991090?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80991090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80991090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80991090' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80844574</id><published>2002-08-28T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T19:06:47.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Murry and Audree" by Crambo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back onto &lt;a href="http://come.to/crambo" target="_blank"&gt;The Crambo Homepage&lt;/a&gt;. I must and will redownload all of their songs!!! XD (Oooo... Gregor's kinda cute... =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compie's on the fritz again. *sighs* I can't wait to get a never-been-used...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess somebody didn't wish me luck hard enough. I screwed up the audition yesterday. ^_^; Luckily, they still let me in. Wednesdays, from six to seven. Afterschool activities, such as voice classes, are something I had never actually done before, save for a few "interest groups" back in the sixth and seventh grades, so I'm pretty excited about this as well as Montecello and the Drama Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went swimming with Savaga, then went back to hang out at her house. She gave me this absolutely beautiful Chinese wallscroll of a woman carrying a fan, and I ended up giving her one of my Proactiv kits. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got into talking about all sorts of things. Theology, love, dreams, Dr. Evil... (Uh... That's not actually supposed to be funny...) I can't remember exactly what we said to each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get my parents and her parents to arrange next Thursday (not tomorrow) so we can be together, hanging out a Southland, catch a movie at the Southland cinema, shop at all the stores down there... It's what I wanted to do with her all summer, but never actually did because I was either at CTA or in California, and she was either at her camp, CTY, or in Alaska. I just want us to hang out for one, glorious day before school begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I could have turned down someone like Savaga. She thinks on my level; she's friendly; she's caring; she's unique; she's funny... She's everything I could ever want in a friend. How could I ever have ignored her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I won't. Now I see who I should be ignoring. It's that wretched bitch, Leann, as well as everyone else who makes fun of Savaga and me together. Smite them all. I don't care anymore. If I choose to be friends with Savaga, no one can say "you can do better" or ask me why. Just like if I ever want to go out with Jake or Ryan; no one can ever say, "There's someone better out there." Because there's no one better out there, in my view. Savaga, Amanda, everyone else whom I choose to allow into my small circle of friends or boyfriends... There's no one better out there than them in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can be better? How do you know when someone is "good enough for you"? Here's another question: Why would you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all there is to your friends are nice clothes or good money or fashionable style, then how much of a friend are they to you? But if you can't find anyone who can brighten your day the most or be by your side faster or stomp down your inferiority complexes or something like that, then you've got a real friend. If you've got a person who can keep your secrets and not try to blackmail you with them, then you've got a real friend. But most of all, if just by looking at that person makes the entire day, no matter how bad it is, just seem alright because during that period of bliss, no matter how short, all of your problems don't matter anymore, then you KNOW you have a true friend. When you think like that about someone, then you know that you've found someone like a sister or a brother to you, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with that off my chest, I'll be off to download more Crambo... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80844574?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80844574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80844574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80844574' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80732390</id><published>2002-08-26T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T19:08:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Wheehooo! I found QUIZZES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid. Be very afraid. (I found 'em all &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/sari3k" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" border="1" cellspacing="2" &lt;br /&gt;        cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#000000" height="200" &lt;br /&gt;        bordercolor="#00FF00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/goth/Tech.gif" width="250" &lt;br /&gt;        height="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;font color="#CC99FF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" &lt;br /&gt;        target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#33FF00"&gt;What &lt;br /&gt;        Goth Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Eh. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/ASeries/DBZquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;Find out what anime series  you belong in.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/ydoc/" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; I liked the humor in &lt;i&gt;DBZ&lt;/i&gt;, but I never really got into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Girl/Ruriquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So quiet and fragile that it makes me want to cry big tears! Innocence is the pillar stone of your cuteness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net/" target="new"&gt;Find out what anime girl you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; The scary thing is, I not only act like this girl; I LOOK like her too! Creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: #fff; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 10px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #090"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; geek&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thudfactor.com/images/geekquiz/girl_25x50.jpg" height="170" width="120"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;b&gt;Normal:&lt;/b&gt; Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;b&gt;You [to Geek]:&lt;/b&gt; We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;b&gt;Geek [to You]:&lt;/b&gt; I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;b&gt;You [to Normal]:&lt;/b&gt; He wants to know if he gets overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thudfactor.com/geekquiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Read the results and laugh. Then, take the test and laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Type/Hardquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're an independent, don't-take-crap-from-anyone type of girl. You're pretty self-centered, and less able to take care of yourself then you think you are. You have a good heart...just try to use it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net/" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; At least it explains my current feelings about my computer at this point... -_- *death glare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yayajon.com/watercircle/images/quizresultunicorn.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in these modern times. Unicorns are pure and incurruptible. In China, unicorns symbolised gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch them. They were easily lured into fatal ambushes by a virgin with some potchers waiting for the unicorn in nearby bushes. A unicorn's horn was a highly prised possesion, which was reputed to have great healing capabilities. With the touch of its horn, a unicorn could bring back a person who had been dead for several hours. But when disattached from the unicorn's body, the magic was suggnificantly reduced and could only protect against poison. The unicorn had the body of a horse, a unique spirling horn, and a lion's tail. They were pure white in color. Congradulations, you are a rarity amoung mythical beasts. There aren't enough of people like you in the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mythical beast best represents you?&lt;a href="http://www.yayajon.com/watercircle/beastquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt; Take the quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bebop.abnormalcy.com/~pookie/cutequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bebop.abnormalcy.com/~pookie/img/angelic.jpg" alt="Which Cute-type are you?!?!" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Angelic Cute!!&lt;/A&gt; made by &lt;a href="http://www.bebop.abnormalcy.com/~pookie/blog.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; Kawaii! XD And another whatever. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. My computer is being impossible again. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80732390?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80732390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80732390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80732390' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80728996</id><published>2002-08-26T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T10:47:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I liked it better when it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off the Netcomments code and link. Call me a perfectionist, but I got annoyed at the "Error on page" warning at the bottom of the screen. Now if I can just ex that blasted Blog*Spot ad without spending a dime... (Hey, it worked on Envy.nu, but being able to do that might just have been one of the things leading to its downfall. o.o;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reluctant to go back on AIM. My computer is notorious for disconnecting itself from the Internet and/or freezing when any sort of chatroom is brought up on its screen. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I bring you the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert fanfare here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things Mai Desperately Needs to Look For on the Internet List:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A comment box for both here and &lt;a href="http://spiked_tea.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Chinese Tea&lt;/a&gt;. (I know how much you want to flame the crap out of me/us.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hitcounters for both blogs. (I'm curious.)&lt;br /&gt;3. A decent website host other than Geocities and Allie's domains. (Okay, that's obvious. I've got four or more accounts (I can't quite remember.) on Geocities, and I have yet to hear from Allie about what's going to happen with my collective, which is stuck on Cherrysocks.com...)&lt;br /&gt;4. A domain registration site/space provider with prices low enough to interest my dad. (Just in case. ^_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long sigh* Betcha I can only find two out of four. If anyone can help me with the last two, please &lt;a href="mailto:ducky@mail.nu"&gt;e-mail me&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80728996?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80728996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80728996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80728996' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80728550</id><published>2002-08-26T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T10:16:54.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Announcements of the day. (Netcomments is gone, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Absolutely (A Story of a Girl)" by Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. Netcomments seems to have disappeared. I'm currently looking for a new comment box. If you have any suggestions or know how to make one from scratch, &lt;a href="mailto:ducky@mail.nu"&gt;I'll be happy to hear 'em&lt;/a&gt;. (Blast it. I forgot to bookmark the page which had a listing of comment box providers... &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my audition at CTA to get into voice classes. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to sing my favorite cut out of the three songs I used for mock auditions in the summer class I took. It's a torch song called "Willow Weep for Me", and I think I did the best with it, other than a problem with diction and projection, according to Doug. Hey, at least it's better than my first mock audition (where I screwed up a verse) and my last one (where I forgot a couple lines and ended up just standing there). ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing all week... I hope I'm ready! *takes a deep breath and reviews over everything Doug had told her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Last night's post (sort of) promised you my high school schedule. Well, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fall semsester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday/Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spanish 1&lt;br /&gt;2. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;3. Software Applications I&lt;br /&gt;4. English 1-1&lt;br /&gt;5. European History&lt;br /&gt;6. Lunch/Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;7. Physical Education G (Note: Does anyone out there know what G stands for? &lt;=/)&lt;br /&gt;8. Academic Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spanish 1&lt;br /&gt;2. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;3. Software Applications I&lt;br /&gt;4. English 1-1&lt;br /&gt;5. European History&lt;br /&gt;6. Lunch/Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;7. Academic Biology (lab)&lt;br /&gt;8. Academic Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday/Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spanish 1&lt;br /&gt;2. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;3. Software Applications I&lt;br /&gt;4. English 1-1&lt;br /&gt;5. European History&lt;br /&gt;6. Lunch/Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;7. Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;8. Academic Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spring semester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday/Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English 1-1&lt;br /&gt;2. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;3. US History I&lt;br /&gt;4. Lunch/Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;5. Theatre Orientation&lt;br /&gt;6. Spanish 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Physical Education G&lt;br /&gt;8. Academic Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English 1-1&lt;br /&gt;2. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;3. US History I&lt;br /&gt;4. Lunch/Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;5. Theatre Orientation&lt;br /&gt;6. Spanish 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Academic Biology (lab)&lt;br /&gt;8. Academic Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday/Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English 1-1&lt;br /&gt;2. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;3. US History I&lt;br /&gt;4. Lunch/Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;5. Theatre Orientation&lt;br /&gt;6. Spanish 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;8. Academic Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother once said that, during study hall, you can either catch up on your homework or watch children's programming, such as &lt;i&gt;Lamb Chop's Playalong&lt;/i&gt;. I doubt he was telling the truth, though. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long sigh* I miss Amanda. I'm going on AIM to see if she's there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80728550?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80728550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80728550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80728550' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80727621</id><published>2002-08-26T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T09:53:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Yesterday's post, which I didn't get a chance to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Absolutely (A Story of a Girl)" by Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I tried to get online yesterday to post this, but I couldn't. Everyone was kicking me off. =| After this, I'll come back with today's announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a ton of stuff to be hyper about, and not just because I ate sugar recently and I have that song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; you I was working on OK Productions! I actually finalized a layout! YAY ME! Now all I have to do is actually go out there and finish up the rest of the pages and the rest of the layout! (^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the main picture for the layout, after three days. (Don't you dare mock me. It takes me a few hours to complete a crappy picture on a computer, and this picture is far from crappy!) It's of a character (whom I decided to name Yoroshii, which means "alright" in Japanese) holding a can of OK Soda while saying "OK!". (And meanwhile, the background has the OK Soda logo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Coca Cola's gonna sue my pants off, put them back on, and sue them off again if they ever catch me, but of course, that's unlikely. They've abandoned OK Soda, so what's the odds that they'll care? Besides, it's not like I'm the first person to put a fanart up in a layout. If you think I am, you need a serious introduction to the anime fansite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE! *hugs her picture of Yoroshii* I'm so proud of myself! It actually turned out DECENT! (Soon, you'll be able to see Loserville, my set of comics that only takes me an hour to fully draw. Then, you'll understand why I'm making such a big deal. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off of the OK topic, lemme up-to-date you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Community Day where I live. The entire borough got together and had a mini carnival. I thought it wasn't worth going to, since the only remotely interesting things to do there would be the jewelry stand and the sand bottle stand. (Sand bottle. You fill a bottle up with different colored sand, put a sticker on it, and top it off with a cork with something glued onto it. I got one with a Mariru (from &lt;i&gt;Pocket Monsters&lt;/i&gt;) sticker on it and a blue pompom cork last year, and I got Jason one with Tigger on it the year before that.) So, I waited until the night to go to the top of the hill (It's always held in the park in the valley at the foot of the hill I live on.) to watch the annual firework show set off at 9:10 that night. The show was longer, but they lacked the music they always had. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also rained all day, which is another reason why I decided not to go. At some points, it just poured, making me feel sorry for the poor parents in the valley, though I was amused when I saw a few guys (I mean as in my age guys) take off their shirts and run around in the streets. I kind of wanted to join them in a way by just stepping outside, but I really didn't want to get soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before rained as well, but I found a small half hour of sunshine to go to the library and come back before it rained again. I picked up two books: one about Celtic mythology and &lt;i&gt;The Gift of Magic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to study beyond the book of Celtic mythology, going all over the web to read about the heroes and deities listed in the book. Why, might you ask? The reason is because I realize that this is the origin of some beliefs in -- you guessed it -- Wicca. The book has mentioned many holidays and gods mentioned on the Wiccan websites I've found around the Internet. Not only this, but both seem to have something in common, but, unfortunately, I can't really put my finger on what it is. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mom and I shopped, bonded, that sort of thing. Same thing with Dad and me. And, of course, I've finished off the picture. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm bringing you one last thing (aside from my schedule, which I really don't want to type out twice in one day (see &lt;a href="http://spiked_tea.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Chinese Tea&lt;/a&gt;), sorry) today. About a year ago, I remember making a post at Winged Haven, asking this: If there were a movie to your life, what would be on the soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, like all threads I start in Winged Haven, it didn't get very many replies. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on this day, I've decided to bring you the soundtrack to my own life as of now. Why? Because I'm bored, dammit! Don't make me go back out into the unknown! ;_; Anywho, most of these are songs that either describe my life or truly appealed to me. Don't worry. It's only as long as the average soundtrack. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;To the Moon and Back&lt;/b&gt; Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;The Middle&lt;/b&gt; Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;If I Were Brave&lt;/b&gt; Shawn Colvin&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Babybird&lt;/b&gt; The Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Complicated&lt;/b&gt; Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Meet Virginia&lt;/b&gt; Train&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;You Gotta Be&lt;/b&gt; Des'Ree&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;With a Little Help From My Friends&lt;/b&gt; The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Absolutely (A Story of a Girl)&lt;/b&gt; Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Ironic&lt;/b&gt; Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Bitch&lt;/b&gt; Meredith Brooks&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Everyday is a Winding Road&lt;/b&gt; Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;No Such Thing&lt;/b&gt; John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;This Time Around&lt;/b&gt; Hanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you it wouldn't be too long. -_- By the way, to make it a bit funner, put the songs on &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack in the comment box, okay? Okay! ^_^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80727621?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80727621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80727621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80727621' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80619514</id><published>2002-08-23T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T12:47:30.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A trip down Memory Lane (and other amusing stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Down So Long" by Jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dove into the &lt;a href="http://web.pitas.com/mai/archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;archives&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://www.pitas.com" target="_blank"&gt;Pitas&lt;/a&gt; version of SOS. (Purpose? To find out what counter I used back then. ^_^;) I found a lot, including several sites I've lost the bookmark to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.sundownercomic.com" target="_blank"&gt;SunDowner&lt;/a&gt; (The best online comic I've seen since Not Quite Heroes)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://tek.dekarabaw.com" target="_blank"&gt;Fivelittlecups.com&lt;/a&gt; (I used to love the art on here... Too bad it's currently undergoing a small hiatus...)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.sanya.cjb.net" target="_blank"&gt;the Edge&lt;/a&gt; (This site was as funny as hell. XD I hope Sanya gets it back up soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found little tidbits of what I used to be, and frankly, it's funny and depressing at the same time. Man... I know I lost my touch when I stopped ranting that much. Either that or I just need to get back into school and rant about the social class again. (*holds up a sign that says, "Down with definition! Don't live by a label!!"*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this, and, even if most of the jokes are old, it's pretty damn funny. (I've made myself laugh. Am I narcissistic or is this really as humorous as I think it is? ^_^;) And yes, I've added a few more, just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Know You Have No Freaking Life When...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You find yourself &lt;a href="http://www.realitysend.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-...Or &lt;a href="http://www.pitas.com/members/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-...Or &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-...Or &lt;a href="http://soul_food.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-...Or &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ironicjoy" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-You find yourself on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com" target="_blank"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; or any other search engine, looking up "tomato soup". (It's possible that you might also want to look at my "You Know You Might Just Be On Crack When..." list.)&lt;br /&gt;-You start learning everything about cultural history and mathmatics "just for fun". (*ahem* Savaga *ahem*)&lt;br /&gt;-Your day at school is mostly composed of staring at the blackboard with fascination and just barely taking in what the teacher is saying.&lt;br /&gt;-You're reading this. (See #4 and #5.)&lt;br /&gt;-Your life has become similar to that of Jesse and Chester's in the beginning of Dude, Where's My Car?. (Minus the whole "forgetting yesterday" thing.)&lt;br /&gt;-You find yourself collecting obscure objects such as candlewax and the little paper circles you get when you use a hole-puncher.&lt;br /&gt;-You've sent an e-mail to everyone on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;-You've started six chain letters.&lt;br /&gt;-You go to the pet store, buy a bunch of pets, and set them all free. (Also see my "You Know You're an Animal Rights Activist When..." list.)&lt;br /&gt;-You find yourself counting individual grains of salt, sugar, and soon, flour. (And then you realise that can't be done...)&lt;br /&gt;-You've figured out pi...&lt;br /&gt;-...And that the chicken/egg came first.&lt;br /&gt;-You start pondering over different questions, such as "Why did the chicken cross the road?", "How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?", and "Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?".&lt;br /&gt;-You've gotten twenty e-mail addresses from forty sites, then you start wondering how the hell you did it.&lt;br /&gt;-You've read ten books... in two days.&lt;br /&gt;-You begin to build a machine that'll communicate with aliens...&lt;br /&gt;-...And the only reference guide you have were all those long hours spent watching the &lt;i&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt; movies.&lt;br /&gt;-(Speaking about &lt;i&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;...) You've constructed your own light sabre and found out how to "use the force".&lt;br /&gt;-You've made your own documentary...&lt;br /&gt;-...About something along the lines of "the fascinating world of melting ice".&lt;br /&gt;-You've made your own comic book superhero named "Dudeman". (Refer to "You Know You Might Just Be On Crack When...")&lt;br /&gt;-You've not only made that comic book superhero, but you've also created a real costume and started walking around town, pretending you're that superhero. (Once again, refer to "You Know You Might Just Be On Crack When...")&lt;br /&gt;-You've made a dictionary of slang from every country around the world.&lt;br /&gt;-You've also made up one hundred pages worth of entries said only by you.&lt;br /&gt;-You've not only tried playing the Beatles' songs backwards to get hidden meanings; you've started playing EVERY song backwards to get hidden meanings.&lt;br /&gt;-You try on absolutely everything in your sister's closet and makeup kit...&lt;br /&gt;-...And you're male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* That's all I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda amazing, all that's happened in a year. *sighs* Nostalgia is good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80619514?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80619514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80619514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80619514' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80615930</id><published>2002-08-23T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T11:11:22.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; More domain talk. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Yellow Submarine" by the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first, before I get into the domain stuff, I'd like to say that yesterday was boring. Mostly working on a new fanfiction (I've gotten so into Princess Maker 2 that I'm writing a fic and planning on making a fansite about it. ^_^;) and helping Dad install a new antenna (Yes, we don't have cable or satellite; we have an antenna. ^_^;), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened this morning, but I'm planning on going to the library to check out that book about Celtic mythology I saw a few weeks ago. (I had passed it up for a book about Norse mythology, just to see what Kero Kato was talking about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the domain talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I brought it up with Dad over dinner. He said no, regardless of the fact that I have enough money at this point to keep a domain for five years. (By the way, I also calculated that, if I keep this year's birthday money, I can keep a domain for an additional seven years.) And since I'm still a minor (dammit), I need my parent's permission to buy even a stick of gum over the Internet. With my dad being the indifferent one (and my mom being the "no" person), I don't think I'm getting permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then again, Dad &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; say that I could use my money for my interest...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I read your comment, Michael. Don't worry. I'll let you know. Even if I end up getting a domain and site four years from now when I'm eighteen (going onto nineteen), I'll let you know. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, does anyone know of any server who can beat &lt;a href="http://www.doteasy.com" target="_blank"&gt;Doteasy's&lt;/a&gt; deal and services? I'm a cheap little dog who wants a decent server. ^_^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80615930?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80615930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80615930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80615930' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80579591</id><published>2002-08-22T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T15:04:06.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Yep. It sucks to be forgotten. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sailormoon&lt;/i&gt; theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So what if I kinda like &lt;i&gt;Sailormoon&lt;/i&gt;!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I know I'm forgotten. But I don't care. =D It gives me a reason why I'm saving up my money to buy a domain name. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I still have the hundred bucks I got for vacation money, and I usually get $120 dollars or more for my birthday, so I'm using that $220+ to get a domain name and webspace of my own. I just need a name and some information on what I need to do to set one up. (Once Cherry Chatter gets back up, I'll ask. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand corrected. School begins September 3rd. Still don't know about the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went school shopping yesterday. By the way, when you paint your name on a binder with white out, don't inhale. (^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. *long sigh* Neither can Dani, apparently. (Go to &lt;a href="http://spiked_tea.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Chinese Tea&lt;/a&gt; to see what I mean. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to find something better to do. -_-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80579591?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80579591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80579591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80579591' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80524176</id><published>2002-08-21T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T11:10:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I'm in a perky mood! (Shoot me now!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Josephine" by the Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if that song is stuck in my head, I'm not perky... I'm HIGH!!! (Wooo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, for three days... Nothing!! That's right! Almost nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not exactly &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;, but something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Monday was the first day that something happened since I got back. Actually, Monday night. Once again, Dad and Jason were arguing, raising the decibels higher and higher with each passing minute before Mom joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I hope that I'll never be like Jason. I don't want to be an irresponisble little ass hole who doesn't know how to take care of his life. I don't want to be like my parents, being too careful and too stubborn to get it. I don't want to be the bastards at Berkeley who lost Jason's money. (I don't know them, but I'm sure they're complete ass holes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who do I want to be like? *shrugs* Like I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the Activities Fair at the high school. Freshmen toured, received schedules, and were shoved in one of the gyms to sign up for a small amount of activities. I decided to sign up for Montecello (the yearbook) and the Drama Club, then hung out with Milly (Yeah, she's back, but she's calm and cool.), Katie, and a few other people I'd rather not get to know. *sighs* I hate social events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people changed. Shawn went blonde; Milly streaked her hair green (I wanna do that!); Leann nearly dyed her hair blonde... (By the way, she still hasn't lost anything. You can still see her ass from space.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as always, everyone ignored me. I haven't changed much. I wish I had. Maybe a little in personality, from a bit of a goodie-two-shoes I admittedly was in sixth grade to the "Don't touch me; I don't care." attitude which I gained from CTA and a bit from my grandmother's visit. (I hate to admit it, but it gets pretty annoying when my grandmother still views me as a little six-year-old who constantly needs to be hugged or held. Sure, it may feel good to get hugged by anyone, but she just overdid it. Oh, and it's not as sick as you think, you perverted viewers. You know which of you I'm talking to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my style from constant prep who didn't admit it to my own, eclectic style, focusing on only what I like, even the totally whacked up hippie look I'm going the first day of school with. Yeah, I know I'm a freak, but I'd rather be a freak than a mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, school starts on September 1st. I still don't even have a single damn clue on where to catch a bus. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80524176?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80524176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80524176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80524176' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80397964</id><published>2002-08-18T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T16:02:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Slight tweaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Miss American Pie" by Don Mclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished tweaking the new layout. It should be alright now. Read on, dudes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80397964?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80397964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80397964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80397964' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-80397752</id><published>2002-08-18T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T15:27:06.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I'm baaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Summer Nights" from &lt;i&gt;Grease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back. It was overall a good vacation. There were some bad points, but overall, it was good. I wrote in my notebook a sort of "traveler's blog". I bring it to you... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, August 7, 2002 - 9:47 AM (Damn watch.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my years of travelling experience, I have learned that one should NEVER write in a moving vehicle due to motion sickness and impossible legibility. But I'm doing it anyways. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is impressing me with his palm pilot. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still in Pittsburgh, headed to Cleveland (*singing* Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks! *shouts* Ohio! Ohio! Ohio! Ohio...) where we'll be taken via Continental jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally can't wait to fly again. I absolutely love that one mode of transportation. Sure, walkin'g okay, and so is car, train, bus (well, save for the odd smell), bike -- hell, even barrel down a hill -- but I absolutely love to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason wants to see the &lt;i&gt;Tonight Show&lt;/i&gt;. I have only one message for him if he does (because I'm "too young to go"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture of Jay's chin for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, hope Savaga enjoys the rest of her trip to Alaska. I heard it's nice in the summer. And bon voyage to Laura, who's going to New England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11:58 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Ohio! Ohio! Ohio! Ohio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest stop in Ohio. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small conversation Jason and I had earlier--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Here's some food for thought - A human body normally falls at a velocity of 160 miles per hour. We'll be flying at an altitude of 30,000 feet. That means it'll take three minutes for you to hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU BASTARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3:10 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: "Cavity search." "Good god, NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting from Cleveland's wonderful airport, where I was recently subjected to a full body search with a metal detector. No, not just the walkthrough one. The hand-held one, too. Just because I waited for my backpack. I'm relieved to say that I'm free of any homemade explosive or weaponry, but I'm kinda curious to know why that metal detector started beeping in obscure places, i.e. the middle of my shin. (o.o;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also endured general bitcy-ness (bitchiness?) courtesy of my father and brother. Well, my brother would have been bitchy anyways, the damn bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight is at 5:20. Might go look for a newsstand or something later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8:30 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Welcome to California. Population -- more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was alright. Could have been worse. But hey! I'm alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inflight movie... it was worth 6 out of 10, in my opinion. It was called &lt;i&gt;Life or Something Like It&lt;/i&gt;, and it was about this Seattle news reporter named Lanie who thought she had the perfect life until a homeless seer told her she would die in a week. The story could have been better, but it was overall entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was the soda I had, but I was uncomfortable for the rest of the flight. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm at my grandparents' house. Aside from my grandparents, parents, and brother, I am currently sharing lodging with my aunt and her daughter and my uncle (not married to that aunt, but they're both my mother's siblings). Along with that, there's Laura and Cliff (two familiar dogs), a new white dog, a disabled dog, a black and white cat, and a black dog who seems to hump Cliff every chance she gets. (I am NOT kidding!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Need... quiet! *listens to the dogs barking all together*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, it's 11:43 PM by this time. I'll get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi nasai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thursday, August 8, 2002 -- 9:38 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Even here, my life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning! It's a fair day in a suburb of LA. Rather cold, but still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt better after a shower, but I'm still cramped. &gt;.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might call Savaga later, just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction about the pets - two more cats appeared, along with another black dog (Chewy), and Sesa (a dog who I have known since I was six).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice sleep, but I'm still so bored I want to fall asleep again... (^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday, August 10, 2002 -- 1:50 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Aaaaah... Quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Uncle Lemuel, Aunt Leah (Yay! Uncle Lemuel married her!), and I recently arrived back at home, with only Uncle Ken home. It's pretty quiet with calm dogs and few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we shopped, visited Aunt Ora, and returned home. Later, my cousin, Jona, came. Watched a little &lt;i&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt; with her, then Uncle Lemuel, Aunt Leah, Jona, Jason, and I all climbed into Uncle's red Mustang convertable (Yay!) and drove to Santa Monica. We walked about, taking in samples of night life along with Starbucks beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone came home right now. Dammit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we started going to San Francisco. Lemuel, Leah, Jason, and I were in the convertable. We stopped at several places, including Stanford, which I have decided will be the college I want to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at San Francisco, drove about, took pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz, and left. That's right. Not even a stroll through Chinatown. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, however, visit relatives I don't know and ate at a Chinese restaurant in San Pablo, north of San Francisco. *shrug* Close enough in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night at those relatives' house, then began our journey home. Dad was pissing us all off by leading us down his notorious "long shortcuts", which are only considered faster because there's little or no traffic going his way, though it still takes an hour longer than it should to get to his destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, here I am, fresh from a shower and finishing another diary entry so I can go grab a small lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday, August 11, 2002 -- 1:04 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Aunt Luzona and Uncle Ken's current residence in San Diego last night. Not long after, I had to get ready for bed and take my sleeping spot on the floor of the living room, just in time to watch the end of the &lt;i&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt; and parts of &lt;i&gt;Mad TV&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt; with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up, took a shower, ate breakfast, and watched parts of &lt;i&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway?&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Dogma&lt;/i&gt; on Comedy Central. That and realized that if I don't get away from my family and get to Savaga, Chinese Tea, or the MFC to chat soon, I'll kill someone. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we're going to Barstow to shop and visit Uncle Lemuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Five and a half days, and I'll finally be alone and free again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5:37 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Whiny brat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there had to be a reason why I never wanted children. Her name is Ashley. Amanda, if you ever read this, I think he might be like James. My god... This kid is such a little brat! I want to slap her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda guilty I said that about a three-year-old, but I'm just so sick of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. We've been admitted on the base where Uncle Lemuel and Aunt Leah currently live, so we're moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday, August 12, 2002 -- 11:55 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the base wasn't too bad. 'Twas nice out there. Stayed there until 9:00 in the evening, then went back to LA. Good time to do so. The air was less stifling, and the stars were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning to barking dogs. Damn dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched half of &lt;i&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/i&gt;. Nice movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Jason to Burbank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday, August 13, 2002 -- 9:23 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Ew, ack, and oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting from Prescott, Arizona, the one town I can honestly say I absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long period of travel, we came to a Comfort Inn. That's where I spent three hours in the bathroom of our hotel room, expressing my dehydration/overheating through... uh... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flushing all of my "lunch" and breakfast out of my weakened body, we went to dine at Applebee's, followed by three hours of driving and walking around Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're going to Las Vegas. Right now, I'll try to eat some leftovers from my dinner and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, August 14, 2002 -- 10:15 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: "Why risk a half-assed job when we can guarantee it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Jason got on the &lt;i&gt;Tonight Show with Jay Leno&lt;/i&gt;, and we taped that episode? Well, now I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the ultimate lesson for the day: Life sucks, but then it gets better for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the middle of Wal*Mart, I faced humiliation, broke down, and cried. I told my father about how Jason had brashly told me to grow up, get confident, etc. My father thought it was over one little row, but I told him that's how everyone treats me. That everyone thinks I'm too naive or not strong enough, so they always try to change me or make me "better". I hate it when people do that. Criticism is enough, but some people just have to go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I'm shy and sensitive and even one who lacks confidence? People need to learn that I'm alright, can take care of my own damn self, and will change only when I'm good and ready, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was good to get all of my feelings out in tears and voice. I feel better physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one last thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8:03 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Turn da lights off, will ya!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting from Las Vegas. (Ha ha. The lights thing was a joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... After a tiny blip of a town called Prescott, I suddenly feel really, really uncomfortable here. I guess it's like going from the middle of West Virginia to being suddenly teleported into Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're staying at a hotel called the Golden Nugged, which strongly reminds me of the basic casino you get in this Las Vegas game for Super Nintendo. I can't remember what it was called, but I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; remember it was as addictive as pot (not that I ever actually tried marijuana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Jason and I got seperate rooms from our parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh... &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, from Prescott, we drove... and drove... and drove... and drove. Went along historical (big key word there) route 66 and also went to see the Hoover Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suddenly remembers her favorite part of Shelley's letter to Jason*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We went on a tour of the Hoover Dam. It was gay. The guide was like, 'I'm your dam(n) guide. Take as many dam(n) pictures as you want.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And tomorrow is my parents' anniversary. I know. I'll find something to get 'em. Maybe plush dice suited for hanging on a rearview mirror? (Just kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's on the phone right now. Might go over to my parents' room (1672... I think...) to get my toothbrush while he's chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday, August 16, 2002 -- 10:58 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back in Long Beach. Recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left you on Wednesday, we got together and visited Aunt Edna (who was sick at that time), then went with Ken to dinner, followed by walking Freemont Street, eventually seeing the Freemont Street Expreience (a full-street lightshow which was okay in my opinion), and watching a guy paint these absolutely beautiful pictures with only spray paint. (I wanted to buy one, but Mom talked me out of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel and slept with unnecessary locks added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Aunt Edna felt much better, so we all ate breakfast and drove around before taking Ken and Aunt Edna to the airport. The rest of the day was spent driving back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mom and I walked along the beach as Dad and Grandpa talked about a quarter mile behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, and Mom started to repack. I helped, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further plans? Driving in Hollywood this evening. Even a visit to Rodeo Drive, perhaps. Also a barbeque here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we leave. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday, August 17, 2002 -- 7:13 AM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night, we drove around Bevrly Hills and walked around Hollywood. It was alright, but it is apparent that Hollywood lost its glamour awhile ago, transforming from glitzy city to a combination of slum and tourist trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a barbeque, though by the time Jason, my parents, and I got home, it was almost over anyways (if there is such a thing as an end to a Filipino party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was awakened at around 4:30 to take a shower and help get the bags ready. The air mattress must have a hole in it because it deflated under me... again. (I'm not heavy, so shut up!) So I was cold and aching from sleeping on a piece of cloth and rubber covering a linoleum floor, so I took a long, hot shower. Got shoved out not long after. =/ Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day will be spent going home. By my calculations, we should be back at 9:00 PM EST, possibly a bit later. Because my notebook will be in my backpack in the overhead compartment, don't be surprised if you don't hear from me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday, August 18, 2002 -- 12:47 PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse myself for having written so much, but I finally finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plane was hijacked, and I'm in the Great Beyond. Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the flight was alright. The inflight movie was &lt;i&gt;John Q.&lt;/i&gt;, which is VERY good, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that I can finally be left alone in peace and quiet, though if one more family member bothers me, I'll bite them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I had another row. *sighs* But he's a real ass hole anyways, so I've got a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacked. Must get online. Will change SOS's layout...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-80397752?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80397752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/80397752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#80397752' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79900103</id><published>2002-08-06T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T14:09:46.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Tiiiiiiired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; The theme song to &lt;i&gt;Greg the Bunny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're graduating from Harvard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtie: At the head of my class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're testing for sobriety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren: I may not pass...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I absolutely &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Greg the Bunny&lt;/i&gt;! XD And closed captioning, too! XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, yesterday, I went to the dentist. He said I have one, tiny cavity. I say, "Only one? WOOHOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, so I didn't actually say that last bit, but you get the idea. ^_^; I neglect my teeth! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of this layout too fast. I need DARK!!! ;_; I might change it when I get back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? Spent two hours packing. Had to empty out my drawers to do so. And I thought I had a lot of clothes... Turns out, I don't even have enough to dress myself for ten days... O_o;; (Either my mom or I do a load of laundry every other day, so I never really have to stretch my wardrobe over ten. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mom comes in to see what I've decided to wear for those ten days. Then, she looked through my closet and threw out a bunch of other blouses to wear instead of some of the shirts I packed. Mentally sobbing because I had already spent the previous hour and a half packing, I unpacked and rearranged my ten-day wardrobe so that I could put in the blouses and take out a few of my (favorite) ratty shirts. That's not the end of it. Then, I had to pack my facial medication for my acne (Laugh, and I'll send you Lady Legolas with a sniper. She LIKES shooting things with snipers (not that she really has)...), lotion for my perpetually dry skin, and teeth care essentials (including my retainer) all in my suitcase so the unnecessary security at the airport won't stop me to ask if anything is actually plastic explosives or some sort of poison for the pilots, regardless of the fact that I don't think I'm old enough to be a terrorist. (-_-) Then, I had to load jackets, sweaters, and gifts in the remaining space in that suitcase. PLUS, I'm awaiting the time when my mother takes me out shoe shopping for a pair of unnecessary shoes. (I told her that I'll just wear my sandals, but she wouldn't listen. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in my backpack/carryon? Almost nothing. Hairbrush, sunblock, deodorant (I hope they don't actually think that I'm taking a couple of homemade explosives in containers such as those.), &lt;i&gt;Arabian Nights&lt;/i&gt;, a book of crossword puzzles, notebook, pen, three pencils (Watch me get stopped. ^_^;), a pen, the keys to my suitcase, and two erasers. I might also include a piece of string involved with a spell I might perform for protection (Hey, it might just work!), even though I shouldn't cast and consecrate a circle while I'm not Wiccan. =| I don't think I should, but I think I might feel a bit safer if I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got e-mails from two friends of mine from CTA. Thanks, Kim and Laura! ^_^ *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'm not really pressed for time; it's just that I have nothing else to say. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Minor note, but &lt;a href="http://www.google.com" target="_blank"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; says that today is Andy Warhol's birthday. Well, that's interesting. Happy birthday, oh deceased artist! *didn't mean for that to sound insulting, if it did*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79900103?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79900103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79900103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79900103' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79811667</id><published>2002-08-04T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T14:10:29.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; "You forgot something important, genius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Build Me Up, Buttercup" by the Foundations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not quite Wiccan yet, as I later found out. I failed to perform the initiation ritual correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I take this opportunity to remain non-Wiccan for awhile. I fear that I'm not ready yet, so I'll continue studying until I feel that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a non-religious topic, I got my hair cut yesterday. If anyone has tried Princess Maker 3, I now look like Chiya, only lose the pigtails, bangs, and green hair. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement is apparent in my house. My mother and can't go three hours without mentioning the trip, which is in only three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my photo ID today. I have to. My passport won't do, and I can't go through the airport due to the heightened paranoia, forcing only ticket holders who can identify themselves to go through, but no one else. *large sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights ago, I looked through my old diary, which was used to store my thoughts when my blog was a handmade one on Geocities called Coffee, Tea, and Poetry or Rhetorical Questions. (And this, my friends, possibly explains the sudden rememberance of "Build Me Up, Buttercup" after such a long time of not even mentioning the song. ^_^;) Good memories... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to end today's post with old, amusing quotes I have long forgotten. ^_^ I have no life, but you don't have to tell me that. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the moment:&lt;/b&gt; "No one dies a virgin. Life screws you over too much."- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a long walk off a short pier."- Cookie (You Don't Know Jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the local asylum calls, tell them I'm not here."- Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make me a bird, so I could fly far. Far, far away from here..."- Jenny (&lt;i&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The more you study, the more you learn. The more you learn, the more you know. The more you know, the more you forget. The more you forget, the less you know. So why study?"- Savaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. He wasn't a very good kisser."- Wayne Brady to Ryan Stiles (&lt;i&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around for awhile, you could miss it."- Matt Broderick as Ferris Bueller (&lt;i&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a world full of copycats... Be an original!"- Poster in Mai's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's another word for 'thesaurus'?"- Stephen Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! We're not crazy! We're dead!"- John, one of the DJs at a local radio station (said after a promo involving "B94 is DEAD!" *long pause* "...Serious about giving away one million dollars!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think she lost her head? I did that once and thought I was a fruit bat."- Hawkmon (&lt;i&gt;Digimon 02&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laughter is healthy, but there are times when and when not to do it. A bad time is when your least favorite teacher is 'not in the mood'."- Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope my parents aren't reading this."- Tucker Shaw (&lt;i&gt;Dreams&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one spoke. No one grunted. No one made rude and inappropriate body noises."- Steve Holland (&lt;i&gt;Good Burger 2 Go&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear god, bring on the lightning."- Milo (&lt;i&gt;The Oblongs&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go long, Leslie! Keep going! Keep going..." *uses a cell phone* "Dude, come back. You've gone too long."- one of the guys on &lt;i&gt;Liberty Meadows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tired? Oh, don't worry. Just lay down in the middle of the hall, and I'll make sure everyone in school steps on you."- Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a friggin' moron. You know that?"- Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there a village that needs its idiot back?"- Anne Robinson (&lt;i&gt;Weakest Link&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright! Let's all play the quiet game! At the count of three, everyone be quiet! One, two, three! Hi, everyone! Awww... I lost..."- BJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Samdi, quelle belle journeé... (Saturday, what a lovely day...)"- from a French song that teaches children the days of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know that the proper word for 'fear of really big words' is a really big word?"- Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whose brain has already left, and who should follow it?"- Anne Robinson (&lt;i&gt;Weakest Link&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I be happy; may I be peaceful; may I be free. May my friends be happy; may my friends be peaceful; may my friends be free. May my enemies be happy; may my enemies be peaceful; may my enemies by free. May all things be happy; may all things be peaceful; may all things be free."- Buddhist prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The great rose of blood/Bleeds with great hurt and anger/Can't express its pain."- "Rose of Blood" by Alexandra Eisman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since we're humans, and humans are both mortal and imperfect, bad things will happen."- Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all worthy for viewing. Be happy. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79811667?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79811667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79811667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79811667' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79737695</id><published>2002-08-02T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T11:51:45.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the sig as well as the color. This is the classic. Beige. ^_^; If it's not right, I'm leaving it anyways. -_-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79737695?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79737695' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79737442</id><published>2002-08-02T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T11:45:12.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; ...Not quite. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's lightgoldenrodyellow. Perhaps this one hits the spot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79737442?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79737442' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79737278</id><published>2002-08-02T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T11:41:02.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Almost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack! The last color change was called peachpuff, and it was just... BLECH! &gt;_&lt; Here's something a bit subtler (and less pink): papayawhip! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79737278?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79737278' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79737130</id><published>2002-08-02T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T11:37:29.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Here's something new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did what I promised. I changed a few color codes. Just testing for now. ^_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79737130?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79737130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79737130' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79736292</id><published>2002-08-02T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T11:15:54.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Thoughts... Second thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(First off, I'm thinking of at least changing the colors to be a bit darker. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been thinking ever since my father came home from work last night. Was my conversion the "right" decision? Am I supposed to be Wiccan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not going to second guess myself. I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; Wiccan. All of my beliefs that I had, even when I was Jewish (how Hell and Satan do not exist, nor ever did; how the roots for every species were created, then left to live, thrive, and evolve, and how the God may not be the only deity)... They're all Wiccan. My lifestyle -- my choice to care for nature and to harm no one -- ended up as general principles of Wicca. I think I was meant to be Wiccan, and I had always been Wiccan, even before I began to study it; I just never knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't second guess myself. I may have gone into it for not quite the right reason... But I went into it anyways, and I'll stay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell my parents yet, but I think my father knows. Hopefully, he figured it out when I mentioned a spell I could try to hope for our safety on our vacation. However, I'm still afraid to tell them, even though I've made a decision that I have to and will do it tonight during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I'm not so worried about my father. He's open-minded and will respect my decision (even though I keep thinking about his lecture on why I should stay with Judaism when I first mentioned my wish to convert back in March). However, it's my mother whom I'm worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my mother, though opened-minded as well, is convinced that Wicca is a cult (along with Satanism) and that Wiccans sacrifice others. I tried to tell her that both aren't true, but she won't believe me. Perhaps I can find the right words to try to tell her again before I tell her that I've become a Wiccan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or the following will take place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mom... Dad... I want to tell you something. I've converted to Wicca.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: WHAT!? *gets up and calls a local convent to try to get me to become a Catholic nun or anything other than a Wiccan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* She would, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also worrying about my brother. Sure, he knows that I was interested, and he and his friends thought it was cool, but he's still one of those born-again Christian/Jewish people. (In other words, he goes to church and worships the Christian God and Jesus, but he still says he's Jewish and always celebrated Jewish holidays with my father and me if he had the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about my friends, either. Dani might understand and think it's cool, but then she'll ask me if I can go and do magic like Willow does on &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt;. (^_^;) I'm sure Savaga will fully support me. Bless her soul. Such an open-minded person... ^_^ Missy... I don't know... Perhaps Missy will be supportive. No, she will. I know it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for online friends, I've lost touch with most of them anyways, since the downfall of .vouge. and Cherry Chatter, but, if I ever get on AIM, perhaps I can at least tell Amanda-san. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bless the person who invented the blog. I'm feeling so much better about this. I don't have to be afraid to tell people anymore. I don't have to worry. At least, by typing this all out, I feel that I've thought things over, and I can face at least my parents and tell them everything. I know that I don't have to worry about facing my brother and ending up with an exorcism performed on me. I know I can face my friends and not have to worry. I feel so much better... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79736292?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79736292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79736292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79736292' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79707603</id><published>2002-08-01T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T18:46:06.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; "Kaze" lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Kaze to Isshoni" from &lt;i&gt;Pocket Monsters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the lyrics along with the song in both English and Japanese. Decided to post 'em both. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Don't own. Don't sue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Japanese&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aruki-tsuzukete... Doko made yuku no?&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ni tazunerarete tachidomaru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsu-me no taiko tokun to natte&lt;br /&gt;Tatta hitotsu no inochi hajimatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagate nani ka wo motomete&lt;br /&gt;Chiisa na te no hira wo hiroge&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wa sugu ni mitsukete ne&lt;br /&gt;Kimi ja nai dare ka wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjoubi iwau roosoku fueta kedo&lt;br /&gt;Tatta hitotsu no furusata tabidatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima mo nani ka wo motomete&lt;br /&gt;Ooki na hitomi kagayaite&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no poketta no naka ni wa&lt;br /&gt;Kimi ja nai dare ka to no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikutsu mo no deai&lt;br /&gt;Ikutsu mo no wakare&lt;br /&gt;Maboroshi no you na omoide mo sukoshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruki-tsuzukete... Doko made yuku no?&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ni tazunerarete sora wo miru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruki-tsuzukete... Doko made mo yukou ka?&lt;br /&gt;Kaze to issho ni mata aruki-dasou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daichi fumishime doko made mo yukou&lt;br /&gt;Mezashita ano yume wo tsukamu made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daichi fumishime doko made mo yukou&lt;br /&gt;Mezashita ano yume wo tsukamu made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ra-ra-ra-ra...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've traveled so long... Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;The wind asks, and you pause to think about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roll of a drum has begun to sound&lt;br /&gt;It is the start of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sought for something&lt;br /&gt;Your small hands open to the great future&lt;br /&gt;And you have found it already&lt;br /&gt;Someone you need to be with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of birthday candles was added&lt;br /&gt;Now it is the start of your journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sought for something&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes brightening with the hope for the great future&lt;br /&gt;And you have had in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Sharing with someone you need to be with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some encounters&lt;br /&gt;Some partings&lt;br /&gt;And memories which you think happened many, many years ago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've traveled so long... Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;The wind asks, and you look up to the sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've traveled so long... Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself, and start again with the wind breezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your step strong on the ground, you are going as long as you can&lt;br /&gt;And you will catch the dream you are going toward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your step strong on the ground, you are going as long as you can&lt;br /&gt;And you will catch the dream you are going toward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79707603?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79707603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79707603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79707603' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79707207</id><published>2002-08-01T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T18:33:18.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Something old; something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Kaze to Isshoni" from &lt;i&gt;Pocket Monsters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I found it in my computer and thought that it was a good song, okay!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to work on my Book of Shadows. Yes, after so much studying, I've decided that this is what I wanted to be. I've decided to become Wiccan. It's a beautiful religion, and when I began learning about it, it was almost as if I felt like I finally found something I belonged to. It's not like when I sat through church masses with my mother when I was young, feeling so uncomfortable and alien as I watched other people cross themselves and not know why or when to do it, nor is it like going to Jewish services with my brother and feeling as if I were alien in my own religion (mostly due to the fact that I can't understand Hebrew, though I never really understood the translation either). I know I never belonged to Christianity (it is my mother's religion; not mine), and I tried to belong to Judaism (though with religion, you shouldn't TRY; you should BE). But Wicca seems so clear and simple to me, and I feel that I shouldn't try to belong to that religion. I just &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my mother was wrong. Wiccans don't sacrifice. "An if ye harm none, do what ye will." (I won't tell her until I have to, though. ^_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my father asks that inevitable question, "What did you learn today?", I would have so much to tell him. Not only about Wicca and my decision to convert. (Thank the God and Goddess that I have been blessed with such open-minded parents. ^_^;) But also about my name and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learned that my name is not my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most other people (unless you've been blessed with a beautiful name, like Alicia... ^_^), I have had an undying hatred for my name. Cheryl... At first, it was just due to frustration caused by confusion over how to spell it. (Every birthday, each guest would succeed in misspelling my name, even my close friends and those who knew me even when I was back in my mother's womb.) Now, it's just... it. It never rolled off my tounge easily. It sounded traditional. Old. Too old. Too common. And, for some weird reason, I would have to force it out of my throat, rather than ease it out, like other names would. ("Danielle", "Alicia", "Melissa", "Elizabeth", and more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never find a suitable nickname. I even tried using my Hebrew name ("Chaya") for a VERY short period when I was young before I realized I could never spell it correctly in English. (I still can't. I don't even know if the above is correct. =|) I tried Cher before deciding that I didn't really want to share my name with the singer, regardless of the fact that I actually like her. I tried C, which many people still use, but then I went with names that weren't even related to my original name. ChibiMouse, B-man (which, by the way, I'm going to be taking up into the high school to get others to use it), and finally, my favorite, Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about that one, three-letter, one-syllable word. (Which, oddly enough, stands for a longer, even harder to say word, Maikuromausu.) Perhaps it's the sentimental value coming from the fact that it was my online sisters (the Truth sisters) who gave it to me. Perhaps it's just the easy pronunciation and spelling. Or perhaps it's the flavor to it. Mai... It sounds so different and new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cheryl is my name, but Mai is my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can get people to call me Mai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79707207?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79707207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79707207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79707207' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79662981</id><published>2002-07-31T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T19:51:35.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; This week's "HA HA!!!"'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Shakespeare Street" from &lt;i&gt;Shakespeare Street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, it's a real musical. Look it up. =|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, boredom strikes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's last day at Magee. I helped Mom cook some food that we brought to him. Spent all morning doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news? Reality's End's server is screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* ^_^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79662981?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79662981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79662981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79662981' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79600122</id><published>2002-07-30T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T12:44:14.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Wheee! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Walkin' on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listing to 80's music. WHOOOO! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was a bastard yesterday. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wobbled like a drunk in the shower this morning. Remind me to get more sleep and to never take a shower five minutes after waking up. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrysocks is still down. *long sigh* Allie, what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga asked me to take care of her Neopet while she went on her cruise to Alaska. She forgot to give me her password, so her pet will be neglected. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neopets is being a bastard as well, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring, but I told you that already. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79600122?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79600122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79600122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79600122' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79556996</id><published>2002-07-29T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:57:48.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; One thing I learned about Blog*Spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog*Spot loves ads. I hate ads. Blog*Spot hates graphics. I love graphics. Blogger seems to hate every code I slap onto a layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. We're all just one, happy, dysfunctional partnership. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Maybe I should just go and blog by hand... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79556996?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79556996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79556996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79556996' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79556626</id><published>2002-07-29T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:48:35.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; *sighs for a different reason*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm alone here, and talking to oneself is a sign of psychosis, but I don't care. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79556626?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79556626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79556626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79556626' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79556404</id><published>2002-07-29T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:42:35.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Speaking about comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; The theme song to &lt;i&gt;Charles in Charge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the comment box's template. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts reading &lt;a href="http://rya_sho.pitas.com" target="_blank"&gt;Rya-san's&lt;/a&gt; blog and sighs greatly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79556404?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79556404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79556404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79556404' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79555878</id><published>2002-07-29T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:29:24.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Perfect! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; The theme song to &lt;i&gt;Greg the Bunny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished tweaking! I love it! It's all yellow-y, and yellow isn't my favorite color, but I still love it! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments? Pwease? *makes big puppy eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79555878?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79555878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79555878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79555878' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79555684</id><published>2002-07-29T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:24:33.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Final tweaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; The theme song to &lt;i&gt;Greg the Bunny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We can sing and dance&lt;br /&gt;And we don't need pants&lt;br /&gt;We're just like you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really liking this layout... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79555684?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79555684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79555684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79555684' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79555409</id><published>2002-07-29T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:17:37.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Tweaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweaking. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I left you for an hour. Jason woke up. Damn bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79555409?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79555409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79555409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79555409' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79552600</id><published>2002-07-29T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T12:04:37.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Testing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the layout. Now testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79552600?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79552600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79552600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79552600' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79550602</id><published>2002-07-29T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T11:09:11.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Stupid cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; Theme song to &lt;i&gt;Charles in Charge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are at work; Jason's asleep. (I think...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, like I said, I went shopping with Mom at Kohl's. (Well, I at least told you half of that. ^_^;) She got all these cards for spending so much there. The cards, if you don't already know, have this special code that can get you prizes if you log onto &lt;a href="http://www.kohls.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.kohls.com&lt;/a&gt; and type in that code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem? I can't find the stupid code! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give you this special screen on the card that you have to peel off and move around to find the code, but it doesn't seem to work... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Oh well. *shrugs* I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, pretty early today. Woke up an hour and a half ago. Took my daily shower, watched &lt;i&gt;Charles in Charge&lt;/i&gt; while eating breakfast, logged on here. My life is boring. =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79550602?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79550602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79550602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79550602' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79528540</id><published>2002-07-28T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T21:45:21.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; I couldn't make it! ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Don't Say You Love Me" by M2M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going for a computer-free day today, but I had too much to do, such as announcing my departure on the 7th. (Explanation below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'll talk about everything later. Right now, I have to make an announcement before my asshole of a brother blows a circuit or something, trying to wait for me to get offline. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I won't be posting next week. Instead, I'll be getting ready to go on a trip to California, Arizona, and Nevada. I'll leave on the 7th, come back on the 17th, and post for you all on the 18th. Sound good? Good! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, since my brother put his huge ass in the shower, I'll talk more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... Listened to music for a half a day, cleaned, then went out shopping with my mother. Bought a bunch of cool clothes for the trip and for back to school. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, tried to post here, but was kicked off. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried again, kicked off again because of my brother. O_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm here, finishing this off before my brother gets out and tries to knock down the door using his body alone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79528540?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79528540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79528540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79528540' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79475928</id><published>2002-07-27T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T11:28:27.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Another Saturday morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Saturday in the Park" by Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No pun intended. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Just posting to tell you that I'm perfectly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spiked_tea.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Chinese Tea&lt;/a&gt; is finally experiencing posts for the first time in a long time since it reopened at Blogger. ^_^ (Mental notes: Not only figure out what's wrong with all of the posts there, but also get rid of the Chinese Tea at Upsaid. Don't forget to kick Upsaid's ass on the way out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Small post. What did you expect? ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79475928?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79475928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79475928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79475928' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79443862</id><published>2002-07-26T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T13:12:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Et cetera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Yesterday, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;-...checked out &lt;i&gt;Holes&lt;/i&gt; by Louis Sachar (Damn good book so far!) and a book on Norse mythology. (Don't ask.)&lt;br /&gt;-...signed up for volunteerism.&lt;br /&gt;-...slapped Jason for trying to tell me what to do for no apparent reason. (He was annoying me, and he deserved it anyways, dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;-...made a few new plans for a couple of sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At the library, I decided to look for a few books on Wicca. Oddly enough, they didn't have one, but they DID have a large amount of Christian books, another (smaller) number of Jewish books, a small number of books about cults, and one book about Buddhism. Go figure. =/&lt;br /&gt;-I also found this book about sorcery and the such. Mostly talking about dark magic. I looked through, found a chapter about possession, and got this weird, cold feeling at my throat. I got creeped out and put it back. It's not really of importance. I just got REALLY creeped out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, today, I've...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...filled a bottle of water for my fish.&lt;br /&gt;-...read thirteen chapters from &lt;i&gt;Holes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-...promised to wake up my dad at 12:30. (I did, but he went back to sleep. Whatever. =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't be surprised. I woke up only two hours ago. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamt all night about finally getting into high school. I dunno. I guess I'm a little excited. After all, it is a new building and new classes that I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to take, rather than classes I'm &lt;i&gt;forced&lt;/i&gt; to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I felt the same way all summer after fifth grade and before sixth, only because there were more teachers and more classes, rather than being taught by two teachers with only one big core class and four elective classes, if you can call them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or it's the idea of getting to go to a new building with a fresh start, rather than the junior high school, where a ceiling somewhere in the building MUST fall in at least once a year. (I'm not kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can navigate the high school. It's not built to be as simple as the junior high, where the whole building is a square, and one must be a complete moron if they can't find their way around (unless you're talking about the band room or the IA room, which both go by those names, rather than a number). In my dream, I was having a hard time finding my way around and ended up being late to all of my classes or not being able to go at all. I think it's a sign of my uncertainty, but then again, I didn't really bother trying to analyze my dream in both a prophetic and a non-prophetic way yet. I might do it later if I'm completely bored. (Or not, since I pretty much lost all the details as soon as I woke up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking at the course booklet we (my class, of course) had been given to get an idea of what we'll be doing in each class we've been scheduled to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my electives will be Software Application I, where I'll learn about word processing and how to work with spread sheets. (Whoopdeedoo. Gee, I don't know how to do all that... *sarcasm ends here*) However, I'll be going on into Software Application II, where I'll learn web page design and data base software application. (Did you say web page design? WOOOHOOOO!!! XD I'll be graded for making WEBPAGES!!! XD XD XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I'm done with all that chating about high school, I'm off to do a few summery things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'd like to say that the librarian will call me if they ever need my service. However, they also said that they rarely need help, so I'm pretty much okay. ^_^ Besides, it's kinda pointless to wait by the phone every waking minute, so I'm taking a rest and going on something I'll enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ Signing off! *disappears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79443862?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79443862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79443862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79443862' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79374190</id><published>2002-07-24T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T22:44:41.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Tests, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;i&gt;Austin Powers&lt;/i&gt; theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get a page for this... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://dizzycafe.com target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://liquid2k.com/dizzycafe/neu1.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinion:&lt;/u&gt; Not bad. *shrugs* True, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://dizzycafe.com target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://boomspeed.com/quiz/adorable.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinion:&lt;/u&gt; Dear god!!! O_o; *long pause* Cute picture, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://dizzycafe.com target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.ranchoweb.com/images/sunnie/silent.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinion:&lt;/u&gt; This really is true in real life. Don't know if you can tell online... (I love that picture... XD Who is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://dizzycafe.com target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://boomspeed.com/sunnie/air.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinion:&lt;/u&gt; Did I mention that I found this off of a Neopets shop? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://dizzycafe.com target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img2.ranchoweb.com/images/sunnie/applechia.4201733.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinion:&lt;/u&gt; KAWAII! XD *coughs* ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://dizzycafe.com target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.ranchoweb.com/images/sunnie/cool.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinion:&lt;/u&gt; Shouldn't every NORMAL person be this? ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://dizzycafe.com target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img1.ranchoweb.com/images/sunnie/laidbackdate.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinion:&lt;/u&gt; Thought this could be good for a laugh. Turns out it isn't, but I did it anyways. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, other news... Saw &lt;i&gt;Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery&lt;/i&gt; today. It's amazing that, even after god knows how long since I've seen it, it's still amusing to me... XD "It's friggin' freezing in here, Mr. Bigglesworth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got an audition scheduled on August 27 for a voice class at CTA. Until then, all I have to do is practice a cut and remember what Doug taught me. Easy enough! ^_^ Now... Which cut should I do... o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm feelin' fine. ^_^ As carefree as a Californian surfer... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of California, I'm going there on August 7th, and I'll be back on August 17th. Thought you'd like to know ahead of time. ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it! Good night! *disappears in a puff of smoke*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79374190?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79374190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79374190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79374190' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79321475</id><published>2002-07-23T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T19:03:27.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Momentai! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Wichita Skyline" by Shawn Colvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So what if that title was influenced by Terriermon? He's a cute little dog-bunny thing, dammit! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I forgot to mention that on Friday, I also got to go to the Warhol Museum. I always thought of Mr. Warhol as being an artistic genius, but I guess something clicked off in my head when I went to see his works (as well as others'). I don't know... Those on display just didn't seem to have the feeling that I thought they would have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Afterwards, my grandfather commented that Warhol had been a concious fraud while my father said that he (Warhol) had been normal until he went to college and got burnt out on drugs. I personally had no comment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got to see the LP Show and the collection of photos on the sixth and seventh floors, both of which were part of a new show and had absolutely nothing to do with Andy Warhol. The LP Show wasn't that bad, but the photographs were just... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mother, my father, and I said a farewell to my grandparents before they went through security. The security at our international airport had been boosted to the point where it fairly resembled that of the airport in Manila where only ticket holders could go through while everyone else stopped at security. Dad says that the airmall is complaining that this is destroying their business, but he also added that this is the consequence of putting a business in an airport anyways. I agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went swimming with Savaga before it started to seriously rain, and we had to go back to her house and spend a few hours there, chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into a discussion about beauty. I told her that it's a shame that beauty is the most accepted thing in our society, rather than intelligence. Sure, it's intelligence that runs everything (Well, almost everything, not naming names...), but it's beauty that is really noticed. For instance, you've got intelligent people creating business, but you've got model spokespeople who bring in the business by catching the public's eye with their good looks before saying "buy this" or "try this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we're all so conscious about our appearance. Teenaged girls look to anorexic models as "the perfect woman" and lather on makeup for an hour so they look like a china doll. Then, they go and get plastic surgery, which could end up making things worse, but they don't care! Honestly! To you male readers out there, what the hell is it that attracts you to a stick with a painted-on face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god knows what the men do to make themselves attractive. All I know is that some attempt to put a gross amount of muscle on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all just sickening. Who really gives a damn about straight teeth and pencil-thin legs? I personally will never marry unless I find a man who respects intelligence more than a good body. (Of course, I also say that I'll never marry. ^_^;) After all, a pure-white eggshell can conceal a rotten yolk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm back with enough free time to type out my heart. Aren't you glad? ^_^; *insert some sarcastic remark here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm also behind on a few things, so I'll have to come back later before this damned computer disconnects on me again. Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-79321475?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79321475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79321475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79321475' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-79231434</id><published>2002-07-21T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T18:41:41.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Heh heh heh... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Miss American Pie" by Don Mclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai here with Savaga. Say something for SOS, Savaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: Um... uh... KTBSPA? What is this blog about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Thanks, Sava-san. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, really! That was her! I'm not joking! Don't believe me? You cynical little bastard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, quick post. My week was fine. (I didn't f-up in the performances! WOOOHOOOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discussed getting an agent (And Lois's husband has a recording studio! WOO!) so I can start my singing career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's response: Wait until you finish school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Yeah. Thanks, Mom. ¬_¬;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: Smilies are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga! Down girl! No more sugar for you! (No more acid for you! Wait... That's me... Whoops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*j/k*. I'm not really a druggie... *kicks a strange box under her bed and shifts her eyes around nervously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the ballgame on Friday was good. (Go Pirates! Cardinals suck! *gets the crap beaten out of her by the St. Louis-ans*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the grand slam had been hit in our favor, my grandmother (who was sitting next to me) grabbed my head and SCREAMED, "WE'VE GOT A GRAND SLAM!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear felt funny after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... Shopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: Shopping is fuuuuuuunnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... O_o;;;; Down girl. Heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Abercrombie &amp; Fitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: SAVE THE FITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, Savaga! Stop interrupting! *takes a stick and throws it* Go fetch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now... Remember what happened LAST time you did that? Those damn obiedence lessons are EXPENSIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma wanted to get a "Pleasant Hills Diner and Wiener Shop" shirt. Think about that for a second. (Course, she didn't know about that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: No kidding. She's old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! New topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... Picked up grandparents. Went to BIC picnic. My grandma talked a lot. Course, she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: Well, no kidding! She's old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Say bye bye, Savaga-san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savaga: Bye bye, Savaga-san! =D&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/3278542-79231434?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79231434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/79231434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#79231434' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78992853</id><published>2002-07-15T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T18:55:38.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Chillin'. Just chiiiiiilllllliiiiinnnn'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Shakespeare Street" by Doug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, now I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; I've practiced our program one too many times... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, sorry I came off as a bitch earlier today. Headache, lack of sleep (for some reason, I fell asleep at midnight last night and woke up at five in the morning), and possibly PMS (Do NOT look at me that way!) were to blame. I don't mind Geocities, really. It's just that this makes it my-- (*counts up her websites*) --fourth website hosted by Geocities. I need some variety, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those free hosts aren't making things easier, with either becoming one of those "charge 'em" servers (JACKASSES!) or "crap-o-rama" servers. Can't think of any decent servers that went "charge 'em", but I do know a hell of a lot of good servers that went "crap-o-rama". For example, Angelfire was really, REALLY good until it added too many features. Envy was good too, but then it pitfalled and went into the craptacular that is 0 Catch. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, finally talked to my mom about those ballet lessons (the ones where I'd have to audition just to enter my age group). She didn't think that I seriously had to have a history of ballet. I think I do, so I'll try to talk her into letting me take voice lessons instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm not pressured by anything, I'll lay out my schedule up until the beginning of the school year. Believe it or not, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; doing something. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;July&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sixteenth:&lt;/u&gt; Afternoon workshop/performance, followed by a senior luncheon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seventeenth:&lt;/u&gt; Last regular day of CTA; arrival of my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eighteenth:&lt;/u&gt; Afternoon workshop/performance, evening performance, viewing of &lt;i&gt;She Stoops to Conquer&lt;/i&gt; at a local playhouse (Don't ask. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nineteenth:&lt;/u&gt; Ballgame in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twentieth through twenty-second:&lt;/u&gt; Spending time with grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twenty-third:&lt;/u&gt; Sign up for volunteerism at the local library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twenty-fourth through thirty-first:&lt;/u&gt; Volunteerism at the local library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;August&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First through second:&lt;/u&gt; Volunteerism at the local library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third to sixth:&lt;/u&gt; Preparations for the trip to California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seventh through seventeenth:&lt;/u&gt; Trip to California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seventeenth:&lt;/u&gt; Return from trip (won't be doing anything else anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twentieth:&lt;/u&gt; Activity Fair up at the high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twenty-fourth:&lt;/u&gt; Back to school shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One of the weekdays in the week of the twenty-sixth:&lt;/u&gt; First day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one, I have no idea on. I know they're (once again, since I had been in sixth grade) starting in the last week of August. I don't quite know, since every calendar page on our district webpage is 404 (Dammit!), and no one else seem to know. I'd like to get OK Productions done by then, but I'm not sure I will. I'd also like to talk to Savaga, Chrissy, Dani, and Missy (Hey, that rhymes!), but I don't know when I can get a hold of them, since Savaga and Chrissy are at camp (and I can't remember when they're coming back), and Dani and Missy... I just don't know what's up with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, going off to work on OK Productions... right after I check everything else... ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later! *disappears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78992853?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78992853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78992853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78992853' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78976039</id><published>2002-07-15T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T11:34:05.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Dear lord! I've finally started!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Dakishimetai" by Jungle Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. Over the weekend, I've (*gasp!*) started at OK Productions! I've been working on it for hours over the weekend, laying out content on WordPad, posting that content on the space I got for it (which is once again located at Geocities, since I couldn't find a &lt;s&gt;damned&lt;/s&gt; generous enough person who would be willing to host me), planning the layout, and drawing up a pic for it. (It's, unfortunately, not pretty. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on doing a new layout here, but currently, I've got to finish OK, plus I've got two (three?) performances this week as well as a pair of grandparents coming who are planning on having me go around and shop with them all day. Not only that, but as soon as they leave for their home in Florida next week, I'm planning on starting volunteerism at the library before I leave for California on the seventh of August. Packed schedule, huh? ^_^;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww crap... Gotta go! I'm behind schedule again! (DAMMIT! &gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78976039?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78976039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78976039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78976039' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78918280</id><published>2002-07-13T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T20:39:22.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Tums and a good hour of sleep! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "A-i-tsu" by dicot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Tums and a good night sleep, and I'm feelin' better already! XD Well, at least a little less queasy and slightly better than "I'm so tired my head feels like a numb ball of lead". (^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, as I looked at my school district's webpage to see when our activity fair is (You knew I was gonna forget, didn't ya? -_- Some faithful readers you are. *j/k*), it dawned on me. My god. I'm going into high school. High school! It seems like only yesterday, I was just a wee little munchkin getting out of preschool (which still puzzles me because it had been a Christian preschool, despite the fact that I'm Jewish and have been my entire life, even if I haven't attended a single religious gathering since my bat mitzvah... *shifty eyes*) and going into kindergarten. Sure, for some of us (not naming any names), that is quite literal, but that's a whole 'nother rant right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wow. I'm actually going into that building next year. I'll for the first time get to wear that title "freshman" and feel what it's like to be hazed stupid. (*laughs nervously* If my brother went through hazing (which he called "high school initiation", but if it involves crossdressing brought on by a senior, then it's still technically hazing), then I'll definately be put through the same treatment because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate those social groups.&lt;br /&gt;3. No one remembers my brother, so I have absolutely no protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eyes shift nervously as she makes a mental note to take a trash can lid in with her on the first day to serve as a shield... just in case...*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me: Coming the first day of school! &lt;i&gt;Hazed&lt;/i&gt;! Surely to be my most creative project, following the story of a freshman, spoofed on my own life, crossed between &lt;i&gt;Maybe It's Me&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;/i&gt;, and possibly a few other shows. ^_^; Yep. Sister blog to SOS. It's just fiction. I'm even making up the city and school. (It's supposed to take place in Nixon Senior High School, which is just another joke thrown in there, though I might change the name to back away from political jokes. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to do that! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm finally working on OK Productions. There's just a few problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I keep getting these stupid errors, thanks to IE... (Damn you, Explorer! *long pause* Bah. It could be worse. I could be stuck with Netscape...)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have yet to come up with a layout. O.O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you know a good place to get good graphic sets (Do NOT recommend Full Moon Graphics! I already know about FMG, but lately, I can't find inspiration on it!), and I mean GOOD, as in FMG-quality, please leave the URL in the comment box or e-mail me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Who am I kidding? I'm not getting any visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes to Pitas to change the forwarding link* ^_^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78918280?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78918280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78918280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78918280' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78902461</id><published>2002-07-13T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T09:47:23.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Ack... ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Dakishimetai" by Jungle Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Tired and feeling sick. ;_; Dunno why. Couldn't get much sleep 'cause I felt like I was going to puke all night. *sighs* I hate it when that happens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, looking for entertainment today as I finish up plans for the pages for OK Productions and The Critic. Don't worry. I've got my trash can nearby, just in case I do want to see what chewed up waffles and bacon mixed with orange juice looks and smells like. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78902461?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78902461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78902461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78902461' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78863032</id><published>2002-07-12T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T10:08:36.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Breaking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I've forgotten my images, so now, no more images on this blog. Only colors for now until I find/get a domain. *sighs* Oh well. I never really did images, anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feelin' I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Gooood song...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78863032?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78863032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78863032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78863032' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78862586</id><published>2002-07-12T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T09:55:56.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Domain talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Seasons of Love" from &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one weird reason or another, MSN has started ASKING if I spelled cherrysocks.com right. -_- That's basically a nice, polite way of saying: YOU'VE GOT A 404, SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad. The same thing happened last year with another of Allie-sama's domains. And then it got back up. And then we were all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she's gotten me a little nervous by allowing Cherrysocks to go near-404 like that. That's why I looked through domains today, checking out hosting offers. If not, I'll move the whole kit and kaboodle to Geocities and merge Cancer &amp; Aquarius with OK Productions (calling it OK Productions, of course, just because I think that's a cool name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the top thing on my birthday wish list is my own domain name and space. "ok-productions.net" would be great, but I haven't checked to see if it's available. I've even gone easy on my dad and checked out low prices for both name registration and hosting space. I've found that you can get both pretty cheap at Doteasy, but if anyone knows anything cheaper and better than that, please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, our entire program is finished. Including the solos Doug threw in at the beginning. Cool, huh? Our performances will be Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, all in the afternoon and evening. Kinda makes me nervous, but with all our practicing, I know we'll all be okay... Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next week, I'll go to the library and sign up for volunteerism. Might be better to break away from my grandparents for awhile. Sure, I love 'em, but they always tend to smother me when they come for a visit. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's going to sign me up for ballet. Yesterday, I learned that you can only audition for the class for my age group. I know nothing about ballet. I'm going to suck. So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dance classes... After each afternoon performance (since each is an hour long), we'll end up with a few more hours to kill. That's when Lois is going to teach us ballet, jazz, and tap. *heavy sarcasm* Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points up at the subdomain to this page* Heh... I'm sorry, but I like that... XD soul_food.blogspot.com... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. I'd better go off and start preparing to build OK Productions... =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78862586?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78862586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78862586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78862586' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78776736</id><published>2002-07-10T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T10:26:10.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The good news, the bad news... Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Seasons of Love" from &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: We finished the program. Blocking, singing, everything. It's ready.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: That means we're gonna practice it for the rest of the week. And since the whole thing's only ten minutes long (give or take), and our class is four HOURS long... You do the math. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: I've finally got the nerve to talk to the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: Beyond my hobby of fortune telling and their interest in it, I think I came off as a bitch/ditz that no one cares about. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: I finally got a skeletal layout for the new Chinese Tea done, as well as space reserved.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: I keep getting kicked off before I can actually finish it and put it up. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: We received more songs for mock auditions.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: Yesterday, during coaching, I completely screwed mine up in front of everyone. O_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: Mock auditions could be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: Mock auditions could be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: Doug is still calling me by my real name.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: Two days ago, he was calling me Rachel. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: I'm getting a good amount of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: I still want to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: My grandparents are coming in a week.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: They've planned to spend every waking hour with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: Performance is all next week.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: Uh... Performance is all next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my final word: Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78776736?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78776736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78776736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78776736' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78668809</id><published>2002-07-07T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T22:42:28.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Another fit of random boredom... ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; The background music to the town in Princess Maker 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again, I find myself back at my blog, typing up screwed up nothingness due to my overwhelming boredom. =/ It also seems that there's a few problems with Cherrysocks. Of course, it could also be my demonic browser attempting to mock me yet again by pelting several "Cannot find server"'s on every page on the domain I try to access... ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a little something I decided to type up, possibly reserving it for the next layout... Whatever the hell that may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;br /&gt;Mai's "How Do You Do" speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good (day/morning/afternoon/evening/obscure time of day). My true name is Cheryl (name deleted), though I prefer going by either Mai or B-man. For those of you who are about to ask either "What sign are you?" or "What blood type are you?", I'm a Virgo; my type is O+, and at fourteen, I'm probably too young for you, so quit hitting on me. I am only a small speck in the country called the US on this tiny, doomed planet called Earth in this tiny galaxy either in the large, desolate place called the universe... or trapped in a mini universe inside a marble, for those of you who decided that it would be fun to get high while watching the end of the original &lt;i&gt;Men in Black&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My height is an average five feet, possibly higher, since I haven't cared for measuring in a good year. My weight is none of your business, so don't ask me that again if you know what's good for you. I have pierced ears, no tatoos, and glasses, but other than that, you won't be able to find me in a group of people, so don't even bother trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My religion varies. My mood varies. My overall personality varies. Sometimes by year, sometimes the former and later depend on the middle, and sometimes it depends on whether or not I have PMS, which you won't be able to tell anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In specific, at least with religion, I don't believe in Hell, nor Satan or any sort of demon. I never have. I do believe in one deity, but I don't believe He controls every last thing we do, and I don't believe that I or any other will be joining Him after we die because, frankly, I don't believe in angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best subject turns out to be geography; my worst, algebra. Which makes sense, since both are my favorite and most hated, respectively. I do fairly well in school; I'm able to keep up my A's, but I still have my B's and C's. I try not to go any lower. I need to at least have one thing proud of in my life, other than my biting sarcasm and, of course, Loserville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have notable personality traits. I'm usually labeled shy and quiet, though whoever said both must have had severe brain damage. I personally view myself as dark, a bit narcissistic, competitive, and pissed at Lady Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main fears are anything with less than two legs (Naturally, as in, the whole species has less than two legs. I don't mind a one or no-legged person.) or more than four. Other fears include death, pain (mainly physical), surgery, needles, slime, choking, and authority-like figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obsessions vary, but mainly it's anime, RPG games, odd humor, the arts, and pop/folk/rock from the early and mid 90's due to the fact that I'm a nostalgic little bitch as well. My hobbies include singing, acting, designing webpages, surfing the Internet, blogging, writing, and, my favorite, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to become a journalist and make enough money to visit both London and Tokyo as well as Paris while keeping an urban apartment in the Northwest. However, my other dream achieveable only in college is to become a radio personality at some unknown and unlistened to radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I want to be unique, and unique I shall be, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll just be another weird little girl going up the down escalator...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78668809?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78668809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78668809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78668809' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78667431</id><published>2002-07-07T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T22:02:18.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Nostalgia kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; "Closing Time" by Semisonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a little title line up there. Think I might keep it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, nothing else is important right now. Sure, I've announced Chinese Tea's final movement after Upsaid crossed the line right into "You're Satan, you fucking bastard", but that's not important for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is important is yet another trivial thing in my life but still important in my mind: My friends. As I looked through a Princess Maker board on Ezboard, I went into my control center on my old account (Chiriru Mai), and the one thing out of my old favorites list that really stabbed at me was elements. That short period of time where we were at Ezboard. It was still there. We had fun in that short (month? half a month? I no longer remember.). But apparently, that wasn't quite enough. We weren't talking. It was the occasional post which we had the most fun with, but that's all we had. Occasional posts. By the time good old Truth (as I like to call it, seeing as this might have been our peak) became The House of Dreams, we began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't at the House of Dreams, but it was somewhere along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, after all that time, I'm still saddened that we went from having those crazed RPGs every night online where I couldn't stay up, but I couldn't abandon my best friends right in the middle of that sort of conversation to never even talking to each other. I remember receiving an e-mail from Amanda, then losing all contact with her after replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a favor to ask of any former Truth sister. All fellow Truth sisters. I don't care if you came by the time we got to Ezboard or by the time Truth became the House of Dreams or even if you were a queen of hYpErNeSs, I still ask for one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still interested, if you truly want to have just one more crazed RPG, I want a reunion chat online. It could be on a board or on AIM. One time where we all log on and we all just chat our brains out. This may have happened behind my back already, but... (^_^;) I'd really like for everyone to be there. So, if you say yes, please do so through e-mail or in the comment box directly after this message, and I'll try to see if I can set up a date agreeable for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly less dramatic note, are the Cherrysocks pages slower than usual, or is that just my connection? o.o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78667431?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78667431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78667431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78667431' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278542.post-78634448</id><published>2002-07-06T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T10:00:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt; Ending theme to Princess Maker 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I help it if I'm completely obsessed? X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a nice weekend. (Wheehoo.) But mostly... I love sleep... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out one of my favorite sites went four-oh-four. Bummed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few e-mails that Mail.nu won't let me open due to "Invalid syntax errors". Pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that I have no life when I found out that I had played Princess Maker 2 for four hours straight, but hey, at least I got one of my girls to marry Cube. XD (Note: And I later found out that this isn't the object of the game, but I'm still happy. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get back onto Cherry Chatter to give a little "never mind" on one of my posts, but the whole server's been so slow for me lately that it totally drives me CRAZY. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all of these plans to improve a few of my sites, but of course, like the lazy bitch I am, I'm putting 'em off until I feel like messing with HTML. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god knows why I do that, but I do. ^_^;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I got onto &lt;a href="http://www.cherrysocks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cherrysocks.com&lt;/a&gt;. ^_^; Wow... A lot had changed... *clicks on a few links* Oh! Found a seven-survey! Being the sort of person who likes taking this sort of thing (several reasons, including "It's fun" and "I'm a bit narcissistic, so sue me"), I bring you the seven questions Allie answered. Please forgive me, Allie-sama. I couldn't help myself. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not necessarily in order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things that scare you:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spiders&lt;br /&gt;-Death&lt;br /&gt;-Insects&lt;br /&gt;-Worms&lt;br /&gt;-Sludge/Slime&lt;br /&gt;-Ghosts/Spirits&lt;br /&gt;-Pain (physical)/Disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things that make you laugh:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Britcoms&lt;br /&gt;-Drew Carey&lt;br /&gt;-Doonesbury comics&lt;br /&gt;-Pointless humor&lt;br /&gt;-Dani, Jake, Missy, and most of the MFC&lt;br /&gt;-Loserville (Told you I'm a bit narcissistic!)&lt;br /&gt;-Certain situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you love:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friends&lt;br /&gt;-Family&lt;br /&gt;-My fish&lt;br /&gt;-Hanging out&lt;br /&gt;-Music&lt;br /&gt;-The Internet&lt;br /&gt;-Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you hate:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wannabes/Posers&lt;br /&gt;-Modern pop&lt;br /&gt;-People too sweet for their own good&lt;br /&gt;-Being told what to do&lt;br /&gt;-Being bothered&lt;br /&gt;-Pop-up ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you don't understand:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mathematics in almost any form&lt;br /&gt;-Scripts&lt;br /&gt;-Why one must have a "soul mate"&lt;br /&gt;-Why one must be a "fashion victim"&lt;br /&gt;-Some dry humor&lt;br /&gt;-Some things in nature&lt;br /&gt;-Some people's train of thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things on your desk:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monitor and printer (The computer part is technically under my desk. :p)&lt;br /&gt;-A Stitch-as-Elvis bobble head (From &lt;i&gt;Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;/i&gt;. I found it, not bought it.)&lt;br /&gt;-Notebooks, notebooks, notebooks...&lt;br /&gt;-Phone&lt;br /&gt;-CDs&lt;br /&gt;-Letter/office supply holder&lt;br /&gt;-A couple of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Right now you are:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just fine, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;-Tired.&lt;br /&gt;-Typing, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to &lt;i&gt;As Time Goes By&lt;/i&gt;, rather than watching it.&lt;br /&gt;-Debating whether or not I should finish the list before getting a drink.&lt;br /&gt;-Kneeling on my chair for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;-Thinking about a new fanfiction I'm planning to type up sooner or later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a degree in journalism&lt;br /&gt;-Visit Tokyo, London, and Paris&lt;br /&gt;-Learn Japanese, Spanish, Tagalog, and French&lt;br /&gt;-Buy an apartment in a low-crime city&lt;br /&gt;-Publish something&lt;br /&gt;-Learn to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;-Try out radio personality-ism, despite my desire in a field of journalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sing&lt;br /&gt;-Write&lt;br /&gt;-Build webpages&lt;br /&gt;-Act&lt;br /&gt;-Float in water, no matter what position I'm in (No need to worry about drowning, at least. ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;-Read fortune cards&lt;br /&gt;-Tell the basics about any western astrological sign upon hearing its name or even symbol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you can't do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Solve math problems in five seconds&lt;br /&gt;-Swim good distances (Thank god I can float... ^_^;)&lt;br /&gt;-See blood/internal organs without going queasy&lt;br /&gt;-Type up JavaScripts without cutting and pasting or screwing up the first ten times&lt;br /&gt;-Mend much&lt;br /&gt;-Hold a boyfriend for a long time&lt;br /&gt;-Stand up in front of an audience full of friends/aquaintences and act/sing/dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it! ^_^ G'night! *waves and disappears before reappearing in the kitchen to get a well-needed drink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278542-78634448?l=soul_food.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78634448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278542/posts/default/78634448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul_food.blogspot.com/index.html#78634448' title=''/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714308011450639643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
