<?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-5841029595965858380</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:43:54.627-05:00</updated><category term='Adventures'/><category term='musik'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='travel'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='geekness'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='musings'/><category term='CHICAGO'/><category term='soul'/><title type='text'>now we're living in the future.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5112717655096012652</id><published>2011-07-11T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:10:54.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, guys.</title><content type='html'>Though this blog may appear to contradict, I'm not finished with blogging! I've just moved my host site from Blogger to Tumblr. (Sorry!!! Does that make me a bad person?)&lt;br /&gt;My personal blog is &lt;a href="http://new-chapters.tumblr.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5112717655096012652?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5112717655096012652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5112717655096012652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5112717655096012652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5112717655096012652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-guys.html' title='Hey, guys.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2868720561491113262</id><published>2011-01-14T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:19:29.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>I'm afraid of 15 out of 69 common fears. (Something like that.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TTD1sBY-siI/AAAAAAAAEwU/aswP2F6JcE0/s1600/tumblr_lbfrl8kF061qacxl7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TTD1sBY-siI/AAAAAAAAEwU/aswP2F6JcE0/s320/tumblr_lbfrl8kF061qacxl7o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write a new blog post, I really did. It didn't work. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cross out the things you’re afraid of and put you’re score at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;the dark &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; staying single forever &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;being a parent&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; giving birth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being myself in front of others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open space &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;closed space &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;heights&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;dogs&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;birds &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fish &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;spiders&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flowers or other plants &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;being touched &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fire &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;deep water &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; snakes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;silk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ocean &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;failure &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;success &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thunder/lightning &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; frogs/toads &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my boyfriends/girlfriends dad &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boyfriends/girlfriends mom &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; rats &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;jumping from high places &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rain &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wind &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;crossing hanging bridges &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;death &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heaven &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being robbed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; falling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clowns &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dolls &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;large crowds of people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;men &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;women &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having great responsibilities &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doctors, including dentists &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tornados &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; hurricanes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;incurable diseases &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sharks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friday the 13th &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ghosts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;poverty &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;halloween &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trains &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;odd numbers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;even numbers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; being alone &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;becoming blind&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; becoming deaf &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;growing up &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;creepy noises in the night &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;bee stings &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;not accomplishing my dreams/goals&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;needles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; blood &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinosaurs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the welcome mat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;high speed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throwing up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;falling in love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;super secrets &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you repost this, it’s been requested that you title it “I’m afraid of _ out of 69 common fears”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you get 10-20, you are normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;People who don’t have any are liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised "growing old" isn't on here. I know a few people with that fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;h &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2868720561491113262?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2868720561491113262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2868720561491113262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2868720561491113262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2868720561491113262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-afraid-of-15-out-of-69-common-fears.html' title='I&apos;m afraid of 15 out of 69 common fears. (Something like that.)'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TTD1sBY-siI/AAAAAAAAEwU/aswP2F6JcE0/s72-c/tumblr_lbfrl8kF061qacxl7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5831183992558029908</id><published>2010-12-13T19:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:41:38.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHICAGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Chicago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQakZyj7IpI/AAAAAAAAEuc/tbr3CaCr7ow/s1600/DSCF9831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQakZyj7IpI/AAAAAAAAEuc/tbr3CaCr7ow/s320/DSCF9831.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday I went to Chicago with my German class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQap_DjGK6I/AAAAAAAAEug/_L2zmPyp7WU/s1600/DSCF9836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQap_DjGK6I/AAAAAAAAEug/_L2zmPyp7WU/s320/DSCF9836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the beeeean! I took some better pictures with my film SLR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaqFut9GwI/AAAAAAAAEuk/xPs6zicEWp4/s1600/DSCF9841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaqFut9GwI/AAAAAAAAEuk/xPs6zicEWp4/s320/DSCF9841.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaqK1c0_sI/AAAAAAAAEuo/iZ7GpWDWM34/s1600/DSCF9849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaqK1c0_sI/AAAAAAAAEuo/iZ7GpWDWM34/s320/DSCF9849.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate wiener schnitzel at the German market!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6s2IGWBI/AAAAAAAAEvk/apzGeIJLOM8/s1600/44.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6s2IGWBI/AAAAAAAAEvk/apzGeIJLOM8/s320/44.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6jKcFUSI/AAAAAAAAEvY/NCrMLtLvDdw/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6jKcFUSI/AAAAAAAAEvY/NCrMLtLvDdw/s320/11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;click for full view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6mnPOBGI/AAAAAAAAEvc/X_NXU9Ek8yA/s1600/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6mnPOBGI/AAAAAAAAEvc/X_NXU9Ek8yA/s320/22.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;click for full view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6pj8r_2I/AAAAAAAAEvg/EkW96GAe26s/s1600/33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6pj8r_2I/AAAAAAAAEvg/EkW96GAe26s/s320/33.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My hawt Chicago-shopping outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaqxol0ypI/AAAAAAAAEvA/WDkDCNHwdls/s1600/DSCF9865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaqxol0ypI/AAAAAAAAEvA/WDkDCNHwdls/s320/DSCF9865.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;click for full view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started to rain like nobody's business. Beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaq7vLmokI/AAAAAAAAEvE/WNzJG_9Sp7I/s1600/DSCF9876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQaq7vLmokI/AAAAAAAAEvE/WNzJG_9Sp7I/s320/DSCF9876.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQarBa6--ZI/AAAAAAAAEvI/-nMDhCrdmsg/s1600/DSCF9878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQarBa6--ZI/AAAAAAAAEvI/-nMDhCrdmsg/s320/DSCF9878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQarIN_w4HI/AAAAAAAAEvM/BYtIaGItDIo/s1600/DSCF9881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQarIN_w4HI/AAAAAAAAEvM/BYtIaGItDIo/s320/DSCF9881.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angel. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6v61HvGI/AAAAAAAAEvo/c4aQQxoQOXg/s1600/55.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQa6v61HvGI/AAAAAAAAEvo/c4aQQxoQOXg/s320/55.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;click for full view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQarZSA7knI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/Lyy9VVU35vM/s1600/DSCF9883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ended up having a really great time. Not that I thought I wouldn't. I just love the city soo much. The fact that it started pouring rain was a big plus, minus the fact that it was &lt;i&gt;freezing&lt;/i&gt;. And when I came home the boyfriend came over, so... &lt;i&gt;Yeah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;h &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5831183992558029908?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5831183992558029908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5831183992558029908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5831183992558029908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5831183992558029908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/12/chicago.html' title='Chicago.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TQakZyj7IpI/AAAAAAAAEuc/tbr3CaCr7ow/s72-c/DSCF9831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7113441893051122791</id><published>2010-12-04T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:09:34.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Paper Towns by John Green [Review]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPqpOjN4pJI/AAAAAAAAEuY/kii4eHf2ajw/s1600/ICONATOR_8800637a097181b79bea088933268913.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPqpOjN4pJI/AAAAAAAAEuY/kii4eHf2ajw/s1600/ICONATOR_8800637a097181b79bea088933268913.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few days ago I read and finished &lt;i&gt;Paper Towns &lt;/i&gt;by John Green, in two days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit of a slow reader, so that's a fantastic pace for me.&lt;br /&gt;And believe me, it was an absolutely fantastic book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I won't spoil any major plot points here, no worries!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with a synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Jacobson is just an average high schooler. He spends his time studying, playing video games with his friends, and pining over his neighbor and long-time crush, Margo Roth Spiegelman. He's just living his life, when one night, Margo Roth Spiegelman climbs into his bedroom window and takes him on a late-night adventure he will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Quentin thinks that everything between he and Margo would change after that night, and he was right, but not in the way he imagined. Margo has disappeared, and in doing so, left behind clues for Quentin to find. Quentin Jacobson puts his life on hold in order to find her. However, the more clues he finds, the less he knows, about the girl &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; her location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never read any books by John Green before, and I was pleasantly surprised. I had high expectations starting out, and they were all surpassed. I took this book very literally at first, but about halfway in, I realized that there is so much more to it. It isn't about about finding Margo Roth Spiegelman; not really. It's about relationships, Walt Whitman, who people really are. With her desire to go on a journey and escape the "paper people" (a metaphor for people who live their two-dimensional meaningless lives without question), I can really relate to Margo. ...At least, I think I can. I can relate to my version of her. Because that's what this all really is; we each have our own versions of people, both people in our lives and characters. And these versions are both wrong and right, and I don't think we can ever really know someone entirely. Most of the time we're just seeing reflections of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my  cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas  of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing  inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can  get out."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/i&gt;, John Green&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in this book feel just like kids I might run into at my own high school. Liable to be normal and boring, but they always have something interesting (and sometimes very funny) to say. John Green is one of those adults who hasn't lost his grasp of the adolescent years, something I &lt;i&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;admire in adults. His writing is interesting, captivating, sometimes profound, and &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;funny. Lines such as "Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old," or "Did you just use Greek mythology to talk trash?" would make me burst out laughing (and then promptly text it to my boyfriend!). However, &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; has to be one of the best lines in the entire book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of  conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward  the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE  WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS." &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/i&gt;, John Green&lt;/blockquote&gt;I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd give this book five stars. I try not to give out five stars often, but this book was so freaking &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;. Like I said, I read it in 2 days, and that's because instead of watching TV or going online, I'd hide up in my room for three to five hours each day, and read every chance I get in class (laugh). I'll recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading. (I already have a list of people I'm going to loan my copy to. XD) I know there must be some cons to the book, but in all honesty, I really don't see them (I've read about some things people say they don't like, but I disagree!). This has become one of my favourite books.... It just means so much to me. I feel like I can't do this novel justice through this review, so I have three words for you, dear reader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;READ THIS BOOK!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"There was no planning. No time for planning. No time for a future. But  then the life spans started getting longer, and people started having  more and more future. And now life has become the future. Every moment  of your life is lived for the future--you go to high school so you can  go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so  you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job  so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to  college."                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;— John Green                (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;)                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;h &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yareviews.wikispaces.com/file/view/john-green-paper-towns.jpg/133537619/john-green-paper-towns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://yareviews.wikispaces.com/file/view/john-green-paper-towns.jpg/133537619/john-green-paper-towns.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;John Green with the cover of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7113441893051122791?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7113441893051122791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7113441893051122791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7113441893051122791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7113441893051122791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/12/paper-towns-by-john-green-review.html' title='Paper Towns by John Green [Review]'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPqpOjN4pJI/AAAAAAAAEuY/kii4eHf2ajw/s72-c/ICONATOR_8800637a097181b79bea088933268913.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8801686515594285726</id><published>2010-12-04T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:48:22.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHICAGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Chriskindl Markt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPqouSi4AgI/AAAAAAAAEuU/jIDDhr7RPJw/s1600/ICONATOR_bc1dc7a58f9ad0a2f9f6dfb38816e15d.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPqouSi4AgI/AAAAAAAAEuU/jIDDhr7RPJw/s1600/ICONATOR_bc1dc7a58f9ad0a2f9f6dfb38816e15d.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess where my German class is going next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why we're going to Chicago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.christkindlmarket.com/"&gt;Chriskindl Markt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for this. I love Chicago, I'm going with some good friends, it's an &lt;i&gt;authentic German Christmas market&lt;/i&gt;, and I can get Christmas prezzies! (Ugh, I need to find more money.)&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe Deutsch! ...Well, I really don't like the class anymore (*laugh* It's because of the pace mostly. My best friend is taking German IIA as an independant study, and she &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; being able to work at her own pace). But I can still speak German, and I'm extremely proud of the fact! And I really really really can't wait to go to Chicago...! Sorry! I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pictures! This will be my second time going to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this really cool story: &lt;a href="http://www.nopromiseofsafety.com/?p=444"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;. Basically a group of teenagers climbed to the top of an abandoned skyscraper in Chicago and sat on the ledge. The pictures are breathtaking. This is something I'd really like to do now (soo badly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nopromiseofsafety.com/"&gt;This entire blog&lt;/a&gt; is really fascinating, actually. I recommend checking it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited for the city. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;h &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPql8c2sXUI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/jzb45FinRJw/s1600/tumblr_lcvq0katCv1qa564do1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPql8c2sXUI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/jzb45FinRJw/s1600/tumblr_lcvq0katCv1qa564do1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oh-lala-oh.tumblr.com/%20"&gt;ohlala ☆彡&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8801686515594285726?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8801686515594285726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8801686515594285726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8801686515594285726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8801686515594285726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/12/chriskindl-markt.html' title='Chriskindl Markt!'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPqouSi4AgI/AAAAAAAAEuU/jIDDhr7RPJw/s72-c/ICONATOR_bc1dc7a58f9ad0a2f9f6dfb38816e15d.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7967378433842679280</id><published>2010-12-02T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:07:06.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Musik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPhARR5Mf3I/AAAAAAAAEuM/zjxI-mRlXnQ/s1600/ICONATOR_f3c550814226cc99c850f885068c2d26.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPhARR5Mf3I/AAAAAAAAEuM/zjxI-mRlXnQ/s1600/ICONATOR_f3c550814226cc99c850f885068c2d26.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;List 10 musical artists you like, in no specific order (do this before reading the questions below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Imogen Heap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Dear Reader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Cinema Bizarre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Straylight Run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. BarlowGirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Superchick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Avril Lavigne &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Marie Digby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Within Temptation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Marie Digby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the first song you ever heard by number 6?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was either &lt;i&gt;Hero&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;We Live&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song of number 8?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrFi7ydokgI"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beauty in Walking Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of impact has number 1 had on your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quite a bit. I don't know, Imogen's music just makes me so... Happy. Nostalgic. Emotional. She's the only artist who has been able to really do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;What is your favorite lyric(s) of number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oh, that's so hard. I guess... 'She Walked Away'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/She-Walked-Away-lyrics-BarlowGirl/7A7D3BA23EAD918448256E9B000A22D3"&gt;Check 'em out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What song(s) by 3 make you happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the Rain, Lovesongs, Get Off, Escape to the Stars, Dysfuntional Family.... Their music is normally pretty serious, but most of it gives me really good feelings.&amp;lt;3 Oh! #1 might have to be &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9LNK-jzw0w"&gt;Sad Day (for Happiness)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you get into 3?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was watching videos from Tale of Tale's short horror game &lt;i&gt;The Path&lt;/i&gt; when I came across a video to the music of Cinema Bizarre's 'Lovesongs'. I can't express how that music made me feel at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song(s) by 4?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Existentialism on Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;I just typed 'existentialism' in my Google toolbar to make sure I was spelling it right, and I am very happy/surprised to find that Existentialism on Prom Night is listed before 'existentialism definition'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times have you seen 9 live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;None, they're a European band. :( I want to, though, I'm sure they put on wonderful concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite album by 7?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Under My Skin. I like her older music the best. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song of 1?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ri0f-Hh6-U"&gt;Clear the Area&lt;/a&gt;, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;(But also &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3R0RHNHaU4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Speeding Cars&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQfZIi2NjAo"&gt;Canvas&lt;/a&gt;. They're almost tied with Clear the Area.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you become a fan of number 10?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My momma &amp;lt;--- Same here! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who’s the most attractive member of number 8?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's a solo artist, so Marie Digby! She really is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What song of 3’s do you listen to the least?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tears in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long have you known 9?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe half a year? Or almost a year? ....A year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your top three favourite songs by 6?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Courage, Stand in the Rain, We Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s your favourite album cover by number 2?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They only have one album out! So it &lt;i&gt;has &lt;/i&gt;to be 'Replace Why With Funny.' I don't understand the title &lt;i&gt;or &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.normanrecords.com/images/covers/217/107467.jpg"&gt;the cover art&lt;/a&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you seen 10 live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you met any of 4?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again, no. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s your favorite album by 1?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ugh, they're all so good. &lt;i&gt;Speak for Yourself&lt;/i&gt;, I guess, because that's the first one I bought. ^^ Nostalgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite lyric(s) of 7?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Gcrx2Ab0FM"&gt;Keep Holding On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5174658/tumblr_lcgulwIHOa1qdmpy6o1_400_large.jpg?1290821176" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5174658/tumblr_lcgulwIHOa1qdmpy6o1_400_large.jpg?1290821176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7967378433842679280?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7967378433842679280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7967378433842679280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7967378433842679280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7967378433842679280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/12/musik.html' title='Musik'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPhARR5Mf3I/AAAAAAAAEuM/zjxI-mRlXnQ/s72-c/ICONATOR_f3c550814226cc99c850f885068c2d26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2023751084528119929</id><published>2010-12-02T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:14:20.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcrvggxlta1qbpli8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcrvggxlta1qbpli8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... First major snow fall of the year!&lt;br /&gt;It snowed a few weeks ago, and then last week, but it never stuck.&lt;br /&gt;There's been a steady flow of snow constantly since this morning. I'm pretty sure it's still going.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the exchange students were freaking out this morning! (In a good way! They're from Brazil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great week so far. I'm really enjoying lunches. Instead of spending them in the library, I get to hang out with Ian (the Boyfriend), Brandon, Mack, Dakota, Emily.... A lot of names most of you won't be familiar with. ;) But they're great people, I love spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; I always spell 'Chicago' as 'Chigaco' when I'm not being extremely careful! It happens almost every time! I'm writing (or typing) it, then I look back, thinking, &lt;i&gt;Okay, there's definitely something not right here.... But what....?&lt;/i&gt; Ugh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy yes, it's &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; snowing!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;h &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS. I wrote this yesterday, completely forgot to publish it. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPbhlHs4tEI/AAAAAAAAEuI/q3ORff-45S4/s1600/m165354485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPbhlHs4tEI/AAAAAAAAEuI/q3ORff-45S4/s1600/m165354485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2023751084528119929?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2023751084528119929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2023751084528119929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2023751084528119929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2023751084528119929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/12/via-weheartit.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TPbhlHs4tEI/AAAAAAAAEuI/q3ORff-45S4/s72-c/m165354485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2220395671365526037</id><published>2010-11-29T17:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:24:57.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Your Deepest Desires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5237582/tumblr_lcip838B991qa1yb2o1_500_large.jpg?1291066869" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5237582/tumblr_lcip838B991qa1yb2o1_500_large.jpg?1291066869" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stole this tag from &lt;a href="http://blonde4christ.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bleah Briann&lt;/a&gt;. ^^; &lt;a href="http://blonde4christ.blogspot.com/search/label/Tagged"&gt;You can read her post here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;So pretty much, you share 7  likes, 8 hates, and 1 love... in that order.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I did it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;that feeling of excitement when I get a package in the mail, right before I open it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;the scent of baking apples and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;having deep and meaningful conversations with the people I care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when the Boyfriend holds me close and doesn't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;diet soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I like &lt;/b&gt;when people take the time to write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I like &lt;/b&gt;those days that just seem so unbelievably perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when I get anxiety attacks for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when I leave all my good pens and pencils at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when adults are condescending toward me (and my peers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when people tell me that I just HAVE to listen to a certain song or artist, but flat-out refuse to listen to anything I suggest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when people try to put God into a box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when winter lasts for more than its allotted 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;coming up with so many things I hate :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;I love &lt;/b&gt;everyone who is reading this. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now link this tag up to me, and then some other bloggers&amp;nbsp;people you admire:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/"&gt;findingMuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallingapart17.blogspot.com/"&gt;.:kara.grace:.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-splash-of-colour-on-the-horizon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ayla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monsieurteamonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justanotherstoryofagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luxe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;g &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;h &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5237248/tumblr_lcmfpwLdr21qcrjy6o1_500_large.jpg?1291065987" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5237248/tumblr_lcmfpwLdr21qcrjy6o1_500_large.jpg?1291065987" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;both photographs were found on &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/"&gt;weheartit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2220395671365526037?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2220395671365526037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2220395671365526037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2220395671365526037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2220395671365526037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-deepest-desires.html' title='Your Deepest Desires.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8462773299142784088</id><published>2010-11-19T16:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:37:32.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Little Shop of Horrors.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing to be happening...♪&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy lately!&lt;br /&gt;My school is putting on &lt;i&gt;Little Shop of Horrors&lt;/i&gt;. It's so exciting! The Boyfriend is playing Mushnik (laughs). I love it because he has to wear a mustache and a fat suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmj1Rv8EI/AAAAAAAAEuE/PuPPadKf8G4/s320/74868_146790548701355_100001112323332_233366_3715005_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I'm on the crew~! A stage ninja, as I call it! I wear all black, move swiftly and silently across the stage, making objects disappear (and appear)! It's actually an incredibly fun job. I play an important part in the show, and I get to hang out backstage during those few songs where I have nothing to do! I've taken a ton of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmX4600QI/AAAAAAAAEtw/bRHRgkiUgvA/s320/148632_146790382034705_100001112323332_233356_289226_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan puppets Audrey II (the plant).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmZnvXjxI/AAAAAAAAEt8/9ioHu7NyvIQ/s320/155111_146790592034684_100001112323332_233369_5003624_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Josh (fellow stage ninja) feeling Mushnik's tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And, of course, I get to hang out in the green room, where all the fun happens! Last night a bunch of the stage crew gathered in there and played around with the spare props (laugh). And a few days ago The Boyfriend Rick Rolled Shapley (a friend)! It was &lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt;, I've never seen anyone do that in real life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Logan, get Shapley! Tell him there's something cool in the closet! *hides in the closet*&lt;br /&gt;Logan: *comes back with Shapley*&lt;br /&gt;Shapley: *opens up closet door* Wha-&lt;br /&gt;Ian: "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN--"&lt;br /&gt;Shapley: "NOO!"&lt;br /&gt;I have the video up on Facebook. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmXUMQt1I/AAAAAAAAEts/k81DNdgkJcY/s1600/74482_146791185367958_100001112323332_233408_3162384_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmXUMQt1I/AAAAAAAAEts/k81DNdgkJcY/s320/74482_146791185367958_100001112323332_233408_3162384_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmYUK4WcI/AAAAAAAAEt0/XksUTEry4Xs/s1600/148874_146791258701284_100001112323332_233413_1450758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmYUK4WcI/AAAAAAAAEt0/XksUTEry4Xs/s320/148874_146791258701284_100001112323332_233413_1450758_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Messing around in the green room before the opening show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmZNbiHAI/AAAAAAAAEt4/B3uIot0_CdU/s320/154340_146791345367942_100001112323332_233418_5488184_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paula and me, waiting on set for the show to start.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm wearing Dan's hat here, I think it looks quite good on me. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmZwpiv7I/AAAAAAAAEuA/Zfyjwt9vQTA/s1600/155330_146791302034613_100001112323332_233415_7808390_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmZwpiv7I/AAAAAAAAEuA/Zfyjwt9vQTA/s320/155330_146791302034613_100001112323332_233415_7808390_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a preview show for the school on Wednesday, opening night was last night, there's a show tonight, and two more shows tomorrow! Then we're done! :( I don't want it to be over, though.... I am &lt;i&gt;definitely &lt;/i&gt;signing up for &lt;i&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/i&gt;, which happens to be the next show the drama club's putting on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8462773299142784088?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8462773299142784088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8462773299142784088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8462773299142784088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8462773299142784088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-shop-of-horrors.html' title='Little Shop of Horrors.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TObmj1Rv8EI/AAAAAAAAEuE/PuPPadKf8G4/s72-c/74868_146790548701355_100001112323332_233366_3715005_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4460704340033877267</id><published>2010-11-10T16:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:37:32.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Running Up That Hill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TNsD5dUVhvI/AAAAAAAAEtc/cGnp0CtfURM/s1600/tumblr_lbhnlpIxBg1qcyfino1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TNsD5dUVhvI/AAAAAAAAEtc/cGnp0CtfURM/s400/tumblr_lbhnlpIxBg1qcyfino1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's see.... Soothing music, Arnold Palmer, something decent in my stomach for the first time today, tablet at hand.... I think I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for not posting. How many times am I going to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been amazing lately. Ups and downs, yadda yadda yadda. The trimester is already coming to a close.... This makes me very sad, I wish time wouldn't pass by so quickly. I'm trying to keep a grasp on it, but sometimes I get distracted and forget, then I turn back around and a week, or two, has already passed by. Maybe a month, even.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am looking forward to regarding the new trimester, though: a new lunch. I'm hoping I'll get the same lunch as my good friend Rachel, I'd love to be able to actually spend some time with her. I want lunch with all of my friends, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TNsG8SBM9ZI/AAAAAAAAEtk/Pr_7Ep48Msw/s1600/us.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TNsG8SBM9ZI/AAAAAAAAEtk/Pr_7Ep48Msw/s1600/us.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've begun drawing more seriously once again. I took a break for a few months where I took pictures, but now I'm really going to try to do both. And if I can't, then I'm concentrating on the pencil!&lt;br /&gt;The drawing above is a preview of something I've just started working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other long enough to see that a body is a thing of beauty, is a miracle of rivers and oceans and islands and continents contained within itself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;All Rivers Flow to the Sea&lt;/i&gt; by Allison McGhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I hate war.&lt;br /&gt;I've begun, very slowly at first, but now faster and faster and faster, to see small changes within myself.... And I guess now those small changes are building up and changing me and making me a new person.... Not a different person, a &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; person. I guess I'm changing myself. I've noticed myself becoming a pacifist, accepting aspects of me that I was unable to accept before, I'm educating myself on religions.... And not just organized religions, but beliefs in general. I've found myself eating less than usual, but I'm also exercising. I've lost some weight, reading more, building new relationships.... I've become more tolerant, more open-minded.... Which also leads to more confusing, but I think I have most of it sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be quite so wonderful, so.... Freeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YnZf0Ep57Rk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YnZf0Ep57Rk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if I only could,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make a deal with God,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And get him to swap our places,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be running up that road,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be running up that hill...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4460704340033877267?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4460704340033877267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4460704340033877267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4460704340033877267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4460704340033877267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/11/running-up-that-hill.html' title='Running Up That Hill.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TNsD5dUVhvI/AAAAAAAAEtc/cGnp0CtfURM/s72-c/tumblr_lbhnlpIxBg1qcyfino1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4206198232907056000</id><published>2010-10-16T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:37:05.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLphVGX4JnI/AAAAAAAAEs4/8n4cnUBBJ2E/s1600/b177396680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLphVGX4JnI/AAAAAAAAEs4/8n4cnUBBJ2E/s400/b177396680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528838507666613874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An update on my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom teeth were removed last Thursday :(&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a really weird experience. It was early in the morning, and my dad took me. They made us watch this really old and boring 10-minute informational video on wisdom teeth and their removal. =.= Then they took us into another room where I had to swish with a disinfectant and sit down and they explained more things to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the doctor putting on Oldies music and telling me to go to my happy place so the drugs work more quickly and I compared him to the dentist on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Shop&lt;/span&gt; because he seemed like a guy that would start going crazy once alone with a patient and the two women loved my nails (cool decals) and one of the woman asked if I'd had an IV before and I said yes and they asked some questions about that, and I thought of my happy place (person?) but my mind was weird and I mostly just concentrated on the beeps that kept in time with my pulse because it was so cool and I wondered why the anesthesia was taking so long... My chest felt weird and it was slowly going down my body but it was mostly my chest and it felt so heavy and I could hear my heart beeps and one of the women was holding my hand and I squeezed it very hard and I accidentally bit out one of the mouth-open-clamps things the doctor put in and I think I was grasping the woman's finger and I couldn't even hear the music anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up, they moved me to the recovery room where my dad teased me about my chipmunk cheeks (I had gauze in there), but it was all so hazy because I had just woken up. I barely even remember seeing anything. I swear, I must have had my eyes closed. XD But I tried very hard to remember because Ian (the boyfriend) told me that he didn't even remember waking up, and I reallyreally had to stay conscious. I barely even remember the ride back. XDD I do remember getting out of the car, grabbing my bag, stumbling into the garage and up the stairs, and then I was flopping onto the couch and I must have taken my blanket out of my bag at one point because then I was asleep underneath it. My grandma brought out a pillow and made me sit up more because that's what I was supposed to do and my dad left to get my prescription, but I was barely conscious.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, somehow, I managed to update my Facebook status from my phone.... *sigh* And I had done so much work to keep my mouth shut so I don't say anything weird while on anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Wow. That was weird. I was completely reliving that day while I wrote that. O.o My mom just walked in and told me to get the dogs food, and when I stood up, it was very... Whoa. Weird. I must be tired. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my face has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so puffy&lt;/span&gt; lately. Everyone has taken the liberty of calling me a chipmunk! Especially my parents and Ian. (laughs) It was hurting soooo muuuuch earlier, especially today, but right now it feels pretty good! Thank god for painkillers&lt;br /&gt;I hope the swelling goes down before school. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking through this post, guys! (If you did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4206198232907056000?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4206198232907056000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4206198232907056000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4206198232907056000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4206198232907056000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLphVGX4JnI/AAAAAAAAEs4/8n4cnUBBJ2E/s72-c/b177396680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5588281765590630950</id><published>2010-10-12T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:36:51.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLTWx5ZRaXI/AAAAAAAAEsA/DgCScx7wbLo/s1600/z191319744.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527278795399194994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLTWx5ZRaXI/AAAAAAAAEsA/DgCScx7wbLo/s400/z191319744.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The rules are simple. Answer the eight questions, add eight of your own  for others to answer, then tag the eight people who have to answer them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;1. Does having to play these  Blogger games make you wanna punch someone in the face 'cause it  postpones posting about your ever-so-melodramatic life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Erm, not really. I'm actually pretty bored right now. xD There's not a whole lot going on in my life, nothing worth posting about, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;2. What are your feelings on zombies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Meh, let 'em be. If they come for me, I'll find someone with a zombie contingency plan. And if I'm alone, I'll grab a crowbar and have at it! XD (The Boyfriend got after me for not having a zombie contingency plan. Well, I'm sorry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;3. If you could visit  any time period ever, what would it be, and who would you take with you  (this person has to be real, and someone you actually know)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I would visit North American before it was taken over by those darned English, and I would take... Kara! Or Andrea (aka Muse), or Ian. :3 I can't choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;4. If I gave you Scotch tape, a sharpie, and some studded gloves, what would you do with 'em?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I would create the best Scotch-tape rock-guitarist with an epic mustache! (Who wears only Scotch tape clothes, of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;5. Are you suspicious or sympathetic towards third wheels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sympathetic, or annoyed (depends on the person. The annoyance could be directed toward the couple). (Why? ....Are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; suspicious of third wheels?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;6. Pretend you have a sandbox. But it's not filled with sand. Instead, what is it filled with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Water and piranhas. I push my enemy in it, and continue on with world dominance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;7. Do you prefer  stupid nonsensical questions, or deep metaphorical ones which make you  ponder life, God, and the universe around us itself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...I have the feeling that no matter what I answer, I'm going to get both anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff;"&gt;8. Tell me what your regular disposition on life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Would you look at that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Anyway.... As the great Kurt Vonnegut said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;"We were put here on this earth to fart around, and don't let ANYONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt; tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt; different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Now the people I will tag have to answer these questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your favourite book and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the last play/musical you saw? (Mine was Charlie Brown. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your secret weapon for luring in the opposite (or same!) sex. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you (or did you) do your homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which do you prefer, city or country? And why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your opinion on organized religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How do you feel about technology, and where it's headed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last film you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My tagees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'm not tagging 8 people, K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/"&gt;and we all fall .down.&lt;/a&gt; (You don't have to do this one, okay? XD I know you just got through a bunch. Totally optional.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallingapart17.blogspot.com/"&gt;from here everything changes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monsieurteamonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Monsieur Tea Monster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unravelmylatestmistake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just Breathe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-splash-of-colour-on-the-horizon.blogspot.com/"&gt;To Walk Barefoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g &lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333300;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5588281765590630950?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5588281765590630950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5588281765590630950&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5588281765590630950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5588281765590630950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLTWx5ZRaXI/AAAAAAAAEsA/DgCScx7wbLo/s72-c/z191319744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2469941996319658986</id><published>2010-10-09T18:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:09:37.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musik'/><title type='text'>Sometime Around Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object style="font-style: italic;" width="440" height="272"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYPoMjR6-Ao?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYPoMjR6-Ao?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Zachery showed me this song a few weeks ago. This morning I was desperately trying to remember what it was, but I couldn't! I gave up and just figured I'd never be able to hear it again, since I couldn't remember anything about it (except for the video and that I really liked this song). Then a few minutes ago I turned on the radio for no reason, and this song was the second or third to come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way things work out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2469941996319658986?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2469941996319658986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2469941996319658986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2469941996319658986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2469941996319658986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometime-around-midnight.html' title='Sometime Around Midnight'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5932524500859190325</id><published>2010-10-09T14:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:39:41.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Things to Do on a Saturday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLDLXUwAr_I/AAAAAAAAEro/hu5zyp6FsGY/s1600/z181097495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLDLXUwAr_I/AAAAAAAAEro/hu5zyp6FsGY/s400/z181097495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526140344351109106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake! Cookies, cakes, bread, etc!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/bah-nah-nah.html"&gt;The Banana Project&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint your town in chalk!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a letter to a stranger (for help: &lt;a href="http://www.lettersfromstrangers.com/"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a letter to a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blast music in your room and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start a journal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a story with a friend or start a joint diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call someone close to you/you were once close with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draw a bath, find a good book, turn down the lights, and light a candle! (Burn some incense if you have any.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride your bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Explore parts of your town you're unfamiliar with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put some stories* on your iPod and go for a long walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colour on your walls! (Chalk works best)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read some poetry (Billy Collins is my personal favourite)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slip nice messages under cars' windshield wipers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make mix CDs (and give them to friends, or leave them in public places)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letterboxing.org/"&gt;Letterboxing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: Stage wounds.  [&lt;a href="http://www.halloween-website.com/fake_blood.htm"&gt;Fake blood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Fake-Blood"&gt;more fake blood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chemistry.about.com/cs/howtos/ht/fakewounds.htm"&gt;stage wounds&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;*&lt;a href="http://podcastle.org/"&gt;Podcastle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://escapepod.org/"&gt;Escape Pod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pseudopod.org/"&gt;Pseudopod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLDLW3rcHII/AAAAAAAAErg/8B4dv83JBWg/s1600/z46021068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLDLW3rcHII/AAAAAAAAErg/8B4dv83JBWg/s400/z46021068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526140336547306626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5932524500859190325?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5932524500859190325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5932524500859190325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5932524500859190325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5932524500859190325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/10/20-things-to-do-on-saturday-afternoon.html' title='20 Things to Do on a Saturday Afternoon'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLDLXUwAr_I/AAAAAAAAEro/hu5zyp6FsGY/s72-c/z181097495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5092342467511619171</id><published>2010-10-07T18:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:01:57.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>My Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TK5PPasNUGI/AAAAAAAAEpo/Z2rADo0VBx0/s1600/10-smith-0409-xlg-84135219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TK5PPasNUGI/AAAAAAAAEpo/Z2rADo0VBx0/s400/10-smith-0409-xlg-84135219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525440919111553122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I am going to live in a big house. This house will be white or grey or blue or hot violet; the colour doesn't matter. It'll be located miles from a town, with only a few neighbours. I'll have a big open kitchen with old wood floors. My children will run through it with muddy bare feet and grass stains on their knees. They'll try to sneak some of what's cooking for dinner, but I'll shoo them out to go play in our open hilly backyard. They will run across this yard, the freshly mowed grass sticking to their feet, and into the woods in the back. They'll explore and hunt and adventure in these woods, playing in the river that runs through it, fishing during the summer. The woods will be miles upon miles long, so they can adventure for their entire childhood without ever experiencing the terrible feeling of the other side of the woods; it's never as magical as they imagined it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TK5aYlWQJKI/AAAAAAAAEpw/QyoKmmSPHaU/s1600/34-makeoverwhite-bedroom-0208-xlg-60292903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TK5aYlWQJKI/AAAAAAAAEpw/QyoKmmSPHaU/s400/34-makeoverwhite-bedroom-0208-xlg-60292903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525453171218982050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter will have her own room; my sons will share one. My husband and I will have our own cozy room at the end of the large hall upstairs, away from the other rooms. My daughter's room will change, from when she is a baby, a young girl, a teenager. In this room she will write in her diary, draw pretty pictures, dream of escapes, pretend not to be talking on the phone to a certain boy on school nights. She'll go through messy phases and neat phases. Her corkboard will be covered with pictures of those she loves, her windows wide open, inviting the summer night in to comfort her when she is not well.  She'll do homework and have sleepovers and sneak cans of soda under her bed. This will be her sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;My boys will be close, or perhaps not. They'll fight and wrestle and create forts in their bedroom. The cat will insist on sleeping with them, even though they do mean things to it. When they're young, this is the place they will throw tantrums; when they're teenagers, perhaps they'll try sneaking in the occasional girl at night when they think they won't get caught. They'll get a television for Christmas and play video games on it, at least during the time they're allotted. Perhaps they will have shelves upon shelves of books... Maybe these shelves will grow with dust. Rock music blares in the afternoons, feet stomping and fingers caressing space with their air guitars. And when they grow older, the sound of guitar strings being plucked will travel down the stairs, throughout the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TK5k80Mcf1I/AAAAAAAAEp4/qt4bfBWwJmI/s1600/6-Gillespie-0409-xlg-81230350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TK5k80Mcf1I/AAAAAAAAEp4/qt4bfBWwJmI/s400/6-Gillespie-0409-xlg-81230350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525464788795948882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sure if this is the fantasy of my adulthood, or the wish for my childhood. Perhaps is my childhood. Maybe it's my childrens' childhood... Or their childrens'. Maybe it was my parents' or a friend's. Perhaps this dream will never come true.... Or maybe it will. I guess only time can be certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I will keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Images from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.housebeautiful.com/"&gt;HouseBeautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5092342467511619171?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5092342467511619171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5092342467511619171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5092342467511619171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5092342467511619171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-home.html' title='My Home.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TK5PPasNUGI/AAAAAAAAEpo/Z2rADo0VBx0/s72-c/10-smith-0409-xlg-84135219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-537851873659466106</id><published>2010-10-04T19:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:01:57.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>October.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TKpkdU-wlbI/AAAAAAAAEo4/qzCHnI33bWk/s1600/Red+Hand+Warmers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TKpkdU-wlbI/AAAAAAAAEo4/qzCHnI33bWk/s400/Red+Hand+Warmers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524338347934258610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been online much. Blogs, at least. My apologies... But I've been out living life. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have be changing, as things do. People come and go, school has its ups and downs, my emotions have no grasp on reality. I've been trying to practice my photography, and I managed to get a few really good shots. I've become closer to the people I love. Secrets have been shared, I've shown my true self to some very close friends. The reactions may not always be pleasant, but it's necessary. We all have to grow up sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in the middle of writing this, I raced upstairs, heavy on inspiration, and scribbled out a poem. It took me about ten minutes... I don't think I'll post it on here, I can be a bit conscious of my writing, unless somebody really wants to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that September went by so quickly... I'm almost disappointed, but I'm looking forward to what this months has to offer. It'll be good, I know. Even if some of it seems horrible at the time, it'll be worth it in the end. It always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this was a pointless post or if it somehow means something, but I'm glad I got it out there. I need to just write sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Miss Kara Grace, whose sixteenth birthday is today! Luv ya soo much! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TKpqWd-r2hI/AAAAAAAAEpA/rYOdCoog4f4/s1600/Opposite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TKpqWd-r2hI/AAAAAAAAEpA/rYOdCoog4f4/s400/Opposite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524344827160549906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-537851873659466106?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/537851873659466106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=537851873659466106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/537851873659466106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/537851873659466106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='October.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TKpkdU-wlbI/AAAAAAAAEo4/qzCHnI33bWk/s72-c/Red+Hand+Warmers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8705936540284702855</id><published>2010-09-10T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T16:12:21.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Continent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TIqNdsDNNQI/AAAAAAAAEm4/5UwmDGg3-0Y/s1600/ICONATOR_ff99f9c16c774e82c522f40fa44275e6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TIqNdsDNNQI/AAAAAAAAEm4/5UwmDGg3-0Y/s400/ICONATOR_ff99f9c16c774e82c522f40fa44275e6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515376234848924930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer's over, I s'pose. :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. My schedule is pretty good... I have Kadwell again (Yesss! XD You're going to be hearing a lot of stories from that class again, I can guarantee you!), and I have AP World History, which is a really interesting/easy class. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDD Okay, okay. So when I walked into class this morning, first hour, Kadwell's English class, he pointed to me and said to the teacher next to him, "That's... Uhh, uhh... PHILLIP!" ...I came up with a good comeback less than a minute later, that distressed me a bit. (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Then when he was going through everyone's names, to make sure he knew them... It went like this: "Megan... Sarah... Brock.... Dumbass... Oh, sorry, I was going by your nickname! I meant Courtney!" And everyone was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staring &lt;/span&gt;at me, as I laughed. I don't think they knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; to think! (I'm the only student in that class who has had him before, so I'm the one who gets picked on ;D) A few of them had "Are you going to take that?!" expressions on their face, but most of them were just like, "wtf, dude? What just happened here?" XDDD Loooove that class.&lt;br /&gt;I was considering switching out of Early English Classics, taught by Kadwell, third trimester, and getting Drawing and Painting into my schedule, but I really don't think I will. XD Modern English Classics was such a benefit for me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll... What else? Tonight's another football game, I am more than likely attending. :3 It would be nice if Miss Kara could come as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out as good, turned into meh (I had to go to the bathroom SO MUCH. I need to stop drinking so much tea!), got happier after I ingested some Diet Mt. Dew (thanks, Emily!), then got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reaaaally&lt;/span&gt; crappy after a certain incredibly rude comment somebody made to me. &gt;:/ But I was able to see Ian afterward, and he was making jokes and talking to me and Andrea and Genaro, and he hugged me, and I felt better. That, and I've been getting into aromatherapy again. ;) Looove sandalwood! It's a very versatile scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(116, 27, 71);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121);"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 123, 160);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(213, 166, 189);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8705936540284702855?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8705936540284702855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8705936540284702855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8705936540284702855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8705936540284702855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-continent.html' title='Lost Continent'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TIqNdsDNNQI/AAAAAAAAEm4/5UwmDGg3-0Y/s72-c/ICONATOR_ff99f9c16c774e82c522f40fa44275e6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3405119232362487037</id><published>2010-09-03T11:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:41:50.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Silence is Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TIEMuY_8ZpI/AAAAAAAAEmk/Enyc1mLhKAM/s1600/3273127810_89ef3f6e29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TIEMuY_8ZpI/AAAAAAAAEmk/Enyc1mLhKAM/s320/3273127810_89ef3f6e29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melinkita/3273127810/in/photostream/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/melinkita/"&gt;mel!nka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from &lt;a href="http://fallingapart17.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt; because it looks like a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;1. Are you happier now than you were five months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment? No. But just in this time of my life? I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;2. Have you  ever slept in the same bed with anyone that you shouldn't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;3. Can you sleep in total darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's usually how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;4.  Your phone is ringing. It’s the person you fell hardest for, the one  who got away, what do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Why are you calling me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;5. What do you think about the weather this summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed with Kara. Not answering this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;6. How many people do you trust with everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Maybe three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;/div&gt;Haven't had anything to drink yet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there anyone you want to come see you?&lt;/div&gt;Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;9. Name one thing you love about winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireplace. And Christmas cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;10. Have you ever dated a Goth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;11. What are you looking forward to tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessions with Andrea, then I might be going to Hobby Lobby with my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?&lt;/div&gt;Grah, nothing I'm going to get into. I'm just really depressed right now. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's the longest that you have committed to one person and one person only?&lt;/div&gt;You mean romantically? It's been a bit over 3 months. And still going! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;14.  What’s the first thing you did when you opened your eyes today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down on my floor cross-legged, stared at my iPod, which had gone off because of my alarm, and turned if off after a few moments. Then went back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Has anyone ever told you they never want to ever lose you?&lt;/div&gt;In those words? I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;16. Is there anybody that you wish you could fix your relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;17.  Could you go out in public, looking like you do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I would. I'm just wearing a rumpled T-shirt and gym shorts. Would need to put some shoes on, though, I would think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;18. Do you think things will change in the next 3 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things always change. Especially in that amount of time. I just don't know how yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;19. Do you believe that you never know what you got until you lose it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. But I have a tendency to appreciate things that most people overlook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;20. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about two. The same amount of females I can talk to. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;22. Describe your accent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midwestern Michgan, with a tiny bit of Pennsylvanian from my last vacation (after that vacation I'd say "nahn" instead of "nine," and so on. Still happens every so often), and a little bit of that New York "Gawd," instead of "Gahd," (God). (At least I think it's New York. All I know is that most people around here don't say it like that. :/ I didn't even notice until a few years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could change anything about yourself, would you?&lt;/div&gt;I don't think so... Maybe a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;24. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A t-shirt and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;25.  When was the last time you were in a very good mood? What caused it?&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday. A bunch of things (going on a long bike ride, meeting my boyfriend in the cemetery), I was in &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a good mood! ...But it all ended very, very abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;I'd better actually write a real post, too. Otherwise this is just too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Andrea is having a bonfire. ^^ She invited a bunch of great people, I'm pretty excited! I really hope Ian and Kara can come. Then it will be the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesee... Kara and I have some &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; plans. I can't wait! One of them, which has already been put into play, is a day of not looking at any clocks ever. You can go &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/event.php?eid=105049296221132&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read about it some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... I really don't have much else to say. I've been biking a lot lately. Rode 12 miles to the next town over (I had to take backroads, that's why it was so much longer than normally) Tuesday, then yesterday I rode about 8 miles around the country (that's when I met up with Ian).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3405119232362487037?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3405119232362487037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3405119232362487037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3405119232362487037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3405119232362487037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/09/silence-is-beautiful.html' title='Silence is Beautiful.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TIEMuY_8ZpI/AAAAAAAAEmk/Enyc1mLhKAM/s72-c/3273127810_89ef3f6e29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3889583450681077108</id><published>2010-08-30T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:42:01.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>5 things you may or may not know about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/THvdJ77fC0I/AAAAAAAAEl0/5FCp51gwNg0/s1600/ICONATOR_c3506df3befaf8832d2a6ac8a607055c.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/THvdJ77fC0I/AAAAAAAAEl0/5FCp51gwNg0/s320/ICONATOR_c3506df3befaf8832d2a6ac8a607055c.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadia78.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; tagged me on this some time ago, but I didn't get around to it. XD Actually, a LOT of people have tagged me on this. I don't remember how many I'm supposed to do, so I'm going with 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; I love old things. Typewriters, film cameras, Polaroids, newspaper clippings from the mid-20th Century, landline phones.... The last thing actually makes me really sad, the fact that those are slowly becoming a thing of the past. :(( I want one when I move out. Same with a typewriter, I've wanted one of those for a long time. And Polaroid cameras? I've wanted one since I was 5. (But I did buy one on eBay yesterday!!! I hope it comes in soon!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; I'm the sort of person that doesn't like to/can't express her emotions. So instead of confronting people, or taking it out on others, I climb inside of myself and self-destruct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; I've been having problems with my room recently. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;" I have to rearrange &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;thing every couple of weeks, even if it's just a lamp or a poster, but a few times a year I find that I reallyreally need to move a large piece of furniture around, like my dresser or bookshelf/TV stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; I own 2 American Girl dolls, Molly and Felicity. (Yeah, I can't think of anything else to write! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; I like Math. I mean, I don't like it when I don't understand it (which is most of the time), but once I do, solving those problems are &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;! It's... Soothing! ...I'm told that most people don't feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3889583450681077108?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3889583450681077108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3889583450681077108&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3889583450681077108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3889583450681077108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-things-you-may-or-may-not-know-about.html' title='5 things you may or may not know about me.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/THvdJ77fC0I/AAAAAAAAEl0/5FCp51gwNg0/s72-c/ICONATOR_c3506df3befaf8832d2a6ac8a607055c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7291475021370258160</id><published>2010-08-21T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:55:40.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TG9YS4FsR7I/AAAAAAAAElk/G9if3XQn01M/s1600/ICONATOR_e89a04daff46aca31609dee2b5ade0ce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TG9YS4FsR7I/AAAAAAAAElk/G9if3XQn01M/s320/ICONATOR_e89a04daff46aca31609dee2b5ade0ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been able to cross a few things off of my bucket list in the past week. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;23. Photobooth with my boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;I did this Monday, with Ian. ^.^ We were hanging out at the mall, and so I mentioned the photobooth. It's now living with my other photobooth strips, on the molding by my window, right next to my bed. ^^ &lt;sub&gt;(We watched the playback video while we were waiting for the photo strip to print, it was so &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;! I've never watched myself kiss anyone before. O.o)&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;42. Tie-dye something.&lt;/div&gt;I did this on Thursday, yesterday, with Donald and Kara. I mean, I've tie-dyed a shirt before, but it was so long ago, so I threw this one onto the list, for the heck of it. ;) I tie-dyed a pair of socks and a towel. My socks went missing an hour ago, and this worries me... Donald and Kara can't find the socks they tie-dyed, either... &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;8. Ride on the handlebars of somebody very close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I originally had my boyfriend in mind when I wrote this one down, but it still works! Today I rode on Kara's handlebars, just to see if we could do it. I see her as one of my best friends, as well as someone close to me. ;) And it was FUN! A little scary, a little uncomfortable (I was sitting at a funny angle because I was really scared of leaning forward too much XDD), but fun! I want to do it again sometime, or have someone ride on &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;bike's handlebars. :DD It's just so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7291475021370258160?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7291475021370258160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7291475021370258160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7291475021370258160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7291475021370258160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer.html' title='Summer.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TG9YS4FsR7I/AAAAAAAAElk/G9if3XQn01M/s72-c/ICONATOR_e89a04daff46aca31609dee2b5ade0ce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7591926344528964716</id><published>2010-08-04T22:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:36:27.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soco Amaretto Lime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TFocqQGlOlI/AAAAAAAAEkU/pAulRGOqk6w/s1600/ICONATOR_e3a5dd16f96d5c9359b045c1294dcb81.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lime&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TFocqQGlOlI/AAAAAAAAEkU/pAulRGOqk6w/s320/ICONATOR_e3a5dd16f96d5c9359b045c1294dcb81.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week: War Week. It was a life-changing experience... As I wrote on my "&lt;a href="http://greatwhitebear.tumblr.com/"&gt;Meraki&lt;/a&gt;" blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;War Week was… Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can’t put the experience into words. Life-changing. Rejuvenating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worshiped God and interceded like never before. I did what I love doing: helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past four days has filled me up, refreshed me, and set my life back in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to take a little bit of time to process everything. Right now I’m just glad to be home. I need to recover from all the craziness, as wonderful as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be even better.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I do have other blogs. Meraki, as you just saw (if you clicked on the link). That one is mostly for me, a collection of things that mean a lot to me, my personal definition of the Greek word &lt;i&gt;Meraki&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://356photographs.tumblr.com/"&gt;Her Days.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; It's a project of mine... To photograph one thing a day that best sums up that day... For an entire year. I am really excited. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, follow these blogs, if you want! It's appreciated. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7591926344528964716?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7591926344528964716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7591926344528964716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7591926344528964716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7591926344528964716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello.html' title='Soco Amaretto Lime.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TFocqQGlOlI/AAAAAAAAEkU/pAulRGOqk6w/s72-c/ICONATOR_e3a5dd16f96d5c9359b045c1294dcb81.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3713335714132128916</id><published>2010-07-20T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:45:05.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>We're not cool, we are free, and we're running with blood on our knees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TEZiVfZhNdI/AAAAAAAAEkM/o_7abXdKbp4/s1600/th_amorphickino07.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TEZiVfZhNdI/AAAAAAAAEkM/o_7abXdKbp4/s320/th_amorphickino07.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess I've made a habit of posting once a week now? x.x&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's good to make a post while I'm waiting for that nightly phone call. Have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went on an adventure! I woke up this morning with the feeling in my blood! ...Then I had to go run a bunch of errands with my mom until 3:30. But I did get to go on that adventure when I arrived back home.&lt;br /&gt;Contacted Plushie, my good adventure buddy, and after I picked up my favourite canned iced tea, headed over to his home. Where he showed me a video game he was playing. XD Which was great, now I really want to play that game! It's called Rune Factory. Giiiimeee! *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed off on the railroad tracks. This is something I've been wanting to do for months, find an old construction site my friend (erm, Ian, actually) told me about. And guess what? We found it. &amp;gt;:] We had to walk over a mile, I'd say. It was really long, and reaaally hot. We actually found a stream on our way down the tracks, it was heavenly! The rocky bottom hurt our bare feet, but the water was &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;cool. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, we almost did get caught while we were hunting around in the construction site. It was private property. We got there, and it went kind of like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "...Does that path look like it was freshly cut?"&lt;br /&gt;P: "Uh, yes, it does. And it looks like that truck was recently parked there."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, okay." *keeps walking in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were already headed back to the railroad tracks when a truck pulled around to where we were. There were a lot of trees, and it wasn't headed quite in our direction, so I'm pretty sure it didn't see us. It was &lt;i&gt;so freaking scary&lt;/i&gt;. We practically dived into the weeds, and &lt;i&gt;ran&lt;/i&gt;, then crouched down in the weeds when we thought the truck was going to drive by us. I hated that part, I just wanted to runrunrun off that property, in case they parked the truck &lt;i&gt;right by us&lt;/i&gt; or something, but when we didn't see anything after waiting for a moment, I jumped back up and did the running I desperately needed to do. We did eventually make it out safely, without getting caught. But man, I can't express how scared I was in the moment. Even though I knew we wouldn't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline rush, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3713335714132128916?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3713335714132128916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3713335714132128916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3713335714132128916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3713335714132128916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/07/were-not-cool-we-are-free-and-were.html' title='We&apos;re not cool, we are free, and we&apos;re running with blood on our knees.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TEZiVfZhNdI/AAAAAAAAEkM/o_7abXdKbp4/s72-c/th_amorphickino07.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3512809467780986331</id><published>2010-07-13T18:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:41:17.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Hello There.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDzrbIxcRUI/AAAAAAAAEiY/A8Yb2v3NF4Y/s1600/ICONATOR_2c24365917a0733e1c97e12ec014b887.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDzrbIxcRUI/AAAAAAAAEiY/A8Yb2v3NF4Y/s320/ICONATOR_2c24365917a0733e1c97e12ec014b887.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been some time, I guess. I realized this when I was threatened with my life to post. XD Sorry, very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesee, what's been going on...?&lt;br /&gt;During the week, usually nothing. But on Friday I went to the mall with Angel, where we went into the photobooth, bought her new phone (she did), ate a pretzel (I did), and went to Barnes and Noble to be GEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks, my best friend has recently revealed her geeky nature (which honestly surprised me). She talked about how much she wants a cape (agreed! agreed!), and we looked at paper role playing games at Barnes and Noble! :3 Originally we were thinking Dungeons and Dragons (we're complete noobs, the only RPGs I've played are the video kind), but after talking to Ian (who has been doing this for two years xD), we switched to a game with a much simpler system, Exalted. I borrowed his book, and now I have the great responsibility of &lt;i&gt;reading through the entire freaking thing&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah, I'm the storyteller. Really pumped about this, but I hate the homework. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I went to the mall with Angel, I headed over to Ian's house (time lapse), and we watched &lt;i&gt;Young Frankenstein&lt;/i&gt;. Very good movie! And before anyone asks (I'm defensive because my cousin doesn't believe me on this one), we &lt;i&gt;did watch the movie!&lt;/i&gt; *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the picture at the bottom of this post? I found it online, but I started getting into this style of art, light graffiti. I took shots of car light trails and a little light graffiti last night (if you're friends with me on Facebook, they have their own photo album). Once I get some better shots (I got some good ones, but not the best. Don't have enough traffic by my house x.x), I'll post them here. My mom said she would take me to somewhere with more traffic this weekend! I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; excited about that!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom is picking up glow-sticks for me right now. :3 I'mma have fun tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popupcity.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Light-Graffiti-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://popupcity.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Light-Graffiti-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3512809467780986331?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3512809467780986331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3512809467780986331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3512809467780986331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3512809467780986331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-hello-there.html' title='Why, Hello There.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDzrbIxcRUI/AAAAAAAAEiY/A8Yb2v3NF4Y/s72-c/ICONATOR_2c24365917a0733e1c97e12ec014b887.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3267231376945455442</id><published>2010-07-04T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:45:45.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Origami love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEX4ZpVB5I/AAAAAAAAEhY/2qqpVEcsimw/s1600/ICONATOR_38b5a4db7899f7475965526de0913b9d.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEX4ZpVB5I/AAAAAAAAEhY/2qqpVEcsimw/s400/ICONATOR_38b5a4db7899f7475965526de0913b9d.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490195678465689490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have discovered a new love.&lt;br /&gt;And its name is origami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it won't replace drawing in any way (been going through a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; art block, and frankly, it's terrifying). But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been folding paper almost constantly since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[[click to enlarge]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEYjOOCuUI/AAAAAAAAEh4/Saui9oVxtVA/s1600/DSCF7967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEYjOOCuUI/AAAAAAAAEh4/Saui9oVxtVA/s400/DSCF7967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490196414132828482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A string of cranes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[[click  to enlarge]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEYi1xOITI/AAAAAAAAEhw/QJQBUnJ8kIQ/s1600/DSCF7966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEYi1xOITI/AAAAAAAAEhw/QJQBUnJ8kIQ/s400/DSCF7966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490196407569490226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[[click  to enlarge]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEYipAvfaI/AAAAAAAAEho/k5VViqO72d0/s1600/DSCF7965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEYipAvfaI/AAAAAAAAEho/k5VViqO72d0/s400/DSCF7965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490196404144930210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;[[click  to enlarge]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEZxGSnqJI/AAAAAAAAEiA/sB_adVYsGdI/s1600/DSCF7964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEZxGSnqJI/AAAAAAAAEiA/sB_adVYsGdI/s400/DSCF7964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490197752034338962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made a bunch of patriotic cranes in about an hour, in honour of Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Fourth of July, my fellow Americans!&lt;br /&gt;(And good day to the rest of you. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3267231376945455442?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3267231376945455442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3267231376945455442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3267231376945455442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3267231376945455442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/07/origami-love.html' title='Origami love.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDEX4ZpVB5I/AAAAAAAAEhY/2qqpVEcsimw/s72-c/ICONATOR_38b5a4db7899f7475965526de0913b9d.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3161101957771041736</id><published>2010-07-04T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:46:04.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDDSE32gdZI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/MbZbfU9sSj0/s1600/ICONATOR_4bdc9dcc7d4da35b91116881d3557eb7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDDSE32gdZI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/MbZbfU9sSj0/s400/ICONATOR_4bdc9dcc7d4da35b91116881d3557eb7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490118926918514066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1. What curse word do you use the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Freaking." Let's just go with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Do you  own an iPod?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Gerard, had him for 5 years, don't plan on giving him up any time soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What person do you talk to on the phone the  most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ian. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you still remember the  first person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;5.  Do you remember where you were on 11/9/01?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yes, I remember it perfectly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;The new&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Karate Kid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Has anyone ever called you lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Sometimes. :/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you  ever take medication to help you fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I have in the past, but I don't agree with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has  anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yup! A few people, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;10.  What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hair, face, clothes, in that order.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;To see Ian again. ;) We're planning an archery date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(I miss him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you own  any band t-shirts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yes, two Skillet t-shirts and a Cinema Bizarre shirt. Used to have a few MercyMe t's, too. ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What will you be doing in one hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Whatever the wind beckons me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;14. Is anyone in love  with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Love? Nope. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you on a desktop computer or a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Desktop. *starts daydreaming about the MacBook Pro she wants*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Just 6 earrings in the one ear. My right ear is sadly bare. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;18. Would you ever date anyone covered in tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;19. What were you doing before  this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender &lt;/span&gt;and working on my paper cranes.  ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;20.  When is the last time you slept on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;A few months ago. I'd do it again, but I don't have such a good spot anymore, since I rearranged my room. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;21. How many hours  of sleep do you need to function?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I've gone on 3 hours of sleep. I did fall asleep in Biology class, but after lunch I was perfectly fine. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat breakfast daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I try to, since it's healthy, but there isn't always anything good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3161101957771041736?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3161101957771041736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3161101957771041736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3161101957771041736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3161101957771041736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TDDSE32gdZI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/MbZbfU9sSj0/s72-c/ICONATOR_4bdc9dcc7d4da35b91116881d3557eb7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-1476171280557756489</id><published>2010-06-26T21:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>Animus?!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to an anime convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, yeah, I know! I actually went to an anime convention. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had a great time hanging out with two of my best friends, a kind-of friend (Donald's best friend, k? xD), and my boyfriend (Ian). Great time for bonding... Especially when we got lost. (laugh) That was both nerve-wracking and exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first we thought we might not be able to go. Chelsie and I were in costume (the only two in our group cosplaying. She was Sakura Haruno, and I was Hinata Hyuga, both Naruto characters) taking pictures of each other while we waited for our ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeN0PjJlJI/AAAAAAAAEgc/gSa5x2Dqphs/s1600/DSCF7908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeN0PjJlJI/AAAAAAAAEgc/gSa5x2Dqphs/s400/DSCF7908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510599640913042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, she never did choose a Sakura-pose for in case people asked for her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNz_TUCGI/AAAAAAAAEgU/ibMKJV3caf4/s1600/DSCF7909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNz_TUCGI/AAAAAAAAEgU/ibMKJV3caf4/s400/DSCF7909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510595279521890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaaand I just look plain evil here. My apologies! Pretty sure I lifted my head up more when people asked for my picture at the con... Which they did, and it made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;happy! (More about that later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNygnNlRI/AAAAAAAAEgM/gGnF7BzB3gs/s1600/DSCF7912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNygnNlRI/AAAAAAAAEgM/gGnF7BzB3gs/s400/DSCF7912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510569861616914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We both made a kunai (each) out of paper, a large stick, and electrical tape. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNtRl97SI/AAAAAAAAEgE/0GlwUTI7adc/s1600/DSCF7914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNtRl97SI/AAAAAAAAEgE/0GlwUTI7adc/s400/DSCF7914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510479930518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNtCQFkCI/AAAAAAAAEf8/1inDasI6Vms/s1600/DSCF7915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNtCQFkCI/AAAAAAAAEf8/1inDasI6Vms/s400/DSCF7915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510475812212770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNYSltT_I/AAAAAAAAEf0/7JGDo1VZMAk/s1600/DSCF7918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNYSltT_I/AAAAAAAAEf0/7JGDo1VZMAk/s400/DSCF7918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510119420612594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hinata needs to keep her mouth closed for pictures. &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNXyoTiCI/AAAAAAAAEfs/_dprGFohvMk/s1600/DSCF7919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNXyoTiCI/AAAAAAAAEfs/_dprGFohvMk/s400/DSCF7919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510110841571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm going to see if I can hit my kunai on the backboard!" (She did, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was right after we got the phone call from Donald, I believe. He told us that Jason (our driver) wasn't back yet, and wasn't answering his phone. He said that we probably wouldn't end up going to the convention.&lt;br /&gt;I made a frantic call to Ian, in hopes that he would have any ideas for alternative rides. He didn't. Plushie talked to his mom, but she didn't either.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I got an insant message from Donald about 10 minutes later, saying that Jason was going to be over very soon to pick us up. (I could have danced in the streets! I'd been waiting for this convention for over six months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNXTvJcuI/AAAAAAAAEfk/Yyxqd6_sgcs/s1600/DSCF7922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNXTvJcuI/AAAAAAAAEfk/Yyxqd6_sgcs/s400/DSCF7922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510102548771554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason picked us up, and with our GPS and pile of MapQuest maps, we set off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And got VERY lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNW7Ga9GI/AAAAAAAAEfc/BiFC0hMVwAA/s1600/DSCF7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNW7Ga9GI/AAAAAAAAEfc/BiFC0hMVwAA/s400/DSCF7925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510095935501410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"WHY ARE THERE NO MICHIGAN MAPS?!"&lt;br /&gt;(This caption was edited. What was actually said is not appropriate anyone under 15. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The GPS proved to be HORRIBLE. It shut off right when we needed it, turned back on when we finally figured out where to go without its help, talking in this noncomprehensible duck voice (from Tom and Jerry, apparently). ...The voice was actually pretty funny... At first.&lt;br /&gt;When we first started going:&lt;br /&gt;GPS: (duck voice) "Turn right!"&lt;br /&gt;Donald: "W-why is the GPS talking like Donald Duck?!"&lt;br /&gt;Jason: "I... Don't know... Why did it tell us to turn right?"&lt;br /&gt;Ian: "You have to turn LEFT!"&lt;br /&gt;GPS: (says something that no one could possibly understand)&lt;br /&gt;Donald: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't like this... D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing was just screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeS8otZK-I/AAAAAAAAEgk/8aaXC0s8g6w/s1600/DSCF7923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeS8otZK-I/AAAAAAAAEgk/8aaXC0s8g6w/s400/DSCF7923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487516241391856610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped in an empty lot to get our bearings. On the outskirts of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got lost because of the construction on the interstate. We got off the freeway and promptly became lost. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were going farther and farther into the 'bad' part of town, and we were beginning to get a little nervous. Just a little. Then we stopped at a gas station to ask for directions and see if they sold maps. Only Ian and Jason went in, and they came back looking really freaked out. Not so much Jason, he was just nervous (the person at the cash register was behing bullet-proof glass), but Ian was getting really bad feelings, so we got the heck out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, after a, what? Two hour car ride? We got to where we were going. (The car ride was only supposed to be an hour.) We drove to the giant sign that said "GRAND VALLEY STATE UNIVERSITY," and of course, everyone was making comments like, "Well, I don't see where we're supposed to be." "Yep, this is DEFINITELY not the place!" "Better turn the car around, Jason, and go home." (GVSU was, in fact, where the convention was being held. *laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deifnitely knew that we were where we were supposed to be when we drove down the campus road a ways and saw a few cosplayers slowly turn into large groups of cosplayers as we drove. We parked, walked halfway to the building, my shoe gave out so I wrapped the medical tape we used for the Sakura costume around it, and continued on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNWVSyRhI/AAAAAAAAEfU/GBjNdEmSvxY/s1600/DSCF7928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeNWVSyRhI/AAAAAAAAEfU/GBjNdEmSvxY/s400/DSCF7928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487510085786813970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don bought this awesome neko-hat, which I ended up wearing on the way home. XD (Even though I bought my own adorable kitsune (fox) hat. He just said, "I can't wear two hats, who wants this one for the ride?!" and I grabbed it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMlnd79PI/AAAAAAAAEfM/SqEWB48vEZI/s1600/DSCF7929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMlnd79PI/AAAAAAAAEfM/SqEWB48vEZI/s400/DSCF7929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487509248851834098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don photobombing Jason's picture.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the supersuper expensive Prinny he bought in his hand over there, to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMlLOqosI/AAAAAAAAEfE/ZHvi7a7u0H0/s1600/DSCF7930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMlLOqosI/AAAAAAAAEfE/ZHvi7a7u0H0/s400/DSCF7930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487509241271591618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian. xD He was smiling, and as soon as I pointed my camera towards him, he made this face. (Awww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the first hour and a half or so, I thought I'd be able to go through the entire day without anyone taking pictures. XD (I know that people like to take pictures of cosplayers, so I'd prepared myself, but I mostly hoped that no one would. *laugh* It's just embarresing.) I was standing with my friends, waiting for Ian to finish looking through some buttons in the Artist Alley, when a girl who was standing next to me looked at me. I looked back at her, we both smiled, and I think we may have said "hi," but I don't really remember. I looked away for a second, shy, then looked back. She then opened her arms for a hug, so I hugged her. It made me so happy!!!  She was so cute! I wish I could find a way to contact her, it would be awesome if I could talk to her online or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another instance, about half an hour later, where two fangirls ran up to me, shouting "Hinata!!!" They cooed and awwed and hugged me and asked for my picture. (Three pictures, they had a guy with them.) Then they petted me and kept saying "cute!" and "kawaii!" and then ran away. *laughs nervously* That would have been SO embarressing if it were just me, but of course that would never happen, they were cooing at Hinata, and it really made my day that they liked my costume. I think it helped that my face was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bright red&lt;/span&gt; during that whole ordeal. *laughs* It took me 10 minutes calm down after that. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People took Chelsie's picture, too, though she told me that she got some dirty looks. XD Apparently one person said, "Hinata! ....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;." And gave her a dirty look. I felt bad for her! I guess people don't like Sakura too much. (Note to self: moe character &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; get good reactions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMk_-JeII/AAAAAAAAEe8/g3MIY3K2mvk/s1600/DSCF7931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMk_-JeII/AAAAAAAAEe8/g3MIY3K2mvk/s400/DSCF7931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487509238249519234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, though, how could anyone glare at her?! She looks so great in her costume! (Which was entirely hand-made, by the way. Except for the headband. And the change purse, of course, she bought that at the convention.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMkqWlVSI/AAAAAAAAEe0/7SULzcRoO9U/s1600/DSCF7932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMkqWlVSI/AAAAAAAAEe0/7SULzcRoO9U/s400/DSCF7932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487509232446428450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what made me wish I took more pictures of other cosplayers. Donald saw this girl, and was like, "Yeah, I'm going to get my picture with her." This costume is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lessee... I saw Demyx... Kyouya... Hunny... Some girls dressed as Brigade members... And Vincent Valentine. *nodnod* I wanted to take a picture of Demyx sooo badly, but he was with some friends. :(     It would have been rude to bother him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I am going to cosplay Kino from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kino no Tabi&lt;/span&gt;! Well, maybe. I might want to go with a more well-known character. If I can save up the money for the jacket, I want to cosplay Xion!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ride home was enjoyable! We managed to find our way back easily (stopped at a Speedway that actually sold maps, but that didn't matter because all we had to do, it turns out, was take the freeway, and follow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;detours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 minutes into the car ride, I found that I was extremely sleepy, and ended up spending half the ride laying on Ian's chest, drifting back and forth between conciousness and so-close-to-sleep. A few times I wondered if he was uncomfortable, but that was quickly overcome by a yawn that blocked out all my thoughts. xD He didn't mind, though. That's why I like him. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about going to the mall (it was only 6:30 at the time), but Chelsie had to get home, and Ian wanted to go home. So another time, my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those guys. (cheese, cheese, I know. *shuts up*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMkMQo-fI/AAAAAAAAEes/TtNoLXCIF48/s1600/DSCF7933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeMkMQo-fI/AAAAAAAAEes/TtNoLXCIF48/s400/DSCF7933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487509224368437746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Next person we drive by is getting hit in the head!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look at more photos from the convention (taken by the many different people that attended) &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2419793085&amp;amp;v=photos"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-1476171280557756489?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/1476171280557756489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=1476171280557756489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/1476171280557756489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/1476171280557756489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/animus.html' title='Animus?!'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCeN0PjJlJI/AAAAAAAAEgc/gSa5x2Dqphs/s72-c/DSCF7908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4713173907114681417</id><published>2010-06-23T15:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:49:26.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Who Needs to Write More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCJdcOJFRTI/AAAAAAAAEdU/RNE7TpcgJco/s1600/ICONATOR_9ed873e0561d20c31644fec3ec59867c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486050035504596274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCJdcOJFRTI/AAAAAAAAEdU/RNE7TpcgJco/s400/ICONATOR_9ed873e0561d20c31644fec3ec59867c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My computer has a virus on it. :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm not positive on how, but now porno sites pop up and my PC won't let me install the new antivirus program, saying EVERY SINGLE FREAKING FILE is infected. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Seeing that picture makes me want to make a bunch of origami stars. ...I'm going to make a bunch of origami stars. XD&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did it! Yeah, I just stopped writing then and there, looked up a tutorial, and pulled out some paper. XD It's SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 3 tries, but I'm finally getting the hang of it! I'm going to make SO MANY and hang them up in my room!&lt;br /&gt;They are sooo cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted recently mostly because of my computer (Poor, poor Tamaki...). I have had things going on, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went to see a musical with Ian, &lt;em&gt;I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change&lt;/em&gt;. It was hilarious, and also, quite meaningful (the last song before the epilogue, for me). There was only a cast of four actors, it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went over to his house and hung out with his family. They were having a bonfire. I got to play with his dad's girlfriend's three-year-old daughter. She was sooo cute! Kept putting a blanket and pillow in my lap and using me (and at one point, both me and Ian) as a piece of furniture. XD I was told that after a little more time, that cuteness would definitely turn into annoying, though. (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was going to get up at my usual 8:30 or 9, but when my alarm went off, a storm was brewing. Just a small one, but there was thunder (and soon, rain). So I stayed in bed. I curled up under my puffy orange comforter, huggled my teddy bear, and fell back asleep listening to the thunder and rain. It was wonderful. And I was soo tired. I eventually pulled myself out of bed at 11 (my alarm went off at 10:30 but I didn't even hear it xD). Didn't matter to me, I didn't have any reason to wake up early, anyway. I loved waking up early during spring break, but that was because I went on adventures with Plusie and Kara before the town was awake. We don't do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(Pssst! Guys! We need to do more chalk!) Better go do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4713173907114681417?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4713173907114681417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4713173907114681417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4713173907114681417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4713173907114681417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-who-needs-to-write-more.html' title='She Who Needs to Write More'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TCJdcOJFRTI/AAAAAAAAEdU/RNE7TpcgJco/s72-c/ICONATOR_9ed873e0561d20c31644fec3ec59867c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7608612959886840662</id><published>2010-06-19T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:29:38.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBzBo8wL7DI/AAAAAAAAEc0/HptgeatAPs4/s1600/ICONATOR_acf51089faf80cf44ef993d7b495e71c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBzBo8wL7DI/AAAAAAAAEc0/HptgeatAPs4/s400/ICONATOR_acf51089faf80cf44ef993d7b495e71c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484471355477584946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that I'm back from my week-long vacation, I am more than happy to get back to my regular life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that I changed my blog layout... Yet again. x.x I'M SORRY!!! I'm just having problems settling on one!!! Hopefully, THIS will be the one!&lt;br /&gt;(I just get bored so easily...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the library to drop off some books... I rode my bike up there at about 9:30 am. The library hours are weekdays: 2-8pm, so I was just going to put them in the drop box (which I did do). But... When I got there... The 'open' sign was turned. To 'Open'. I thought somebody had just forgotten to turn it the night before, but the door was unlocked, too. :/ Here was when I got this image from was felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;like an anime. (Geeeek!) You know, the 'chosen one' living his/her daily life, finds a door unlocked that's supposed to be locked, and adventures &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ensue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Unfortunately, I am a chicken, and I just turned away and rode by bike down the walk, as much as I really wanted to investigate. I was afraid of getting caught. v.v This disappoints me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a friend told me that he needs a break from our friendship. I completely respect and understand this, but still, it's hard. Over my vacation I finally drew the Pirate Wolf of Justice (after a year of nagging), and when I found it yesterday, I got all excited... Then I realized that I couldn't show it to him.&lt;br /&gt;I'd post it here, but I promised him a year ago that he would be the first to see it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering what's going to happen to our perfect trio now. This break isn't supposed to last long, but what if it really does? I'm terrified of losing this person as a friend. And losing our perfect trio.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm going to try to not think about it too much. Which is increasingly difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"And oh, the awkward ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; That you recoil when I get close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; And oh, the awful grin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; That greets me when I know I'm wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; So down on hands and knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Choking, gasping, dripping spit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I just can't make good on any of these promises&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1dYaHcVfP0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1dYaHcVfP0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a really good song. All of Straylight Run's songs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I updated my playlist. Check it out at the bottom of my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7608612959886840662?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7608612959886840662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7608612959886840662&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7608612959886840662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7608612959886840662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/100-years.html' title='100 Years.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBzBo8wL7DI/AAAAAAAAEc0/HptgeatAPs4/s72-c/ICONATOR_acf51089faf80cf44ef993d7b495e71c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2548955881454781925</id><published>2010-06-18T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:48:43.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>Pennsylvania.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBuYeUqcMxI/AAAAAAAAEck/yVOLaxwmJqk/s1600/29904_1476427321513_1558640867_1174639_2983871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBuYeUqcMxI/AAAAAAAAEck/yVOLaxwmJqk/s400/29904_1476427321513_1558640867_1174639_2983871_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484144617963926290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came back from my Pennsylvania vacation yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did SO. MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Angel and I discovered, soon into the vacation, that something interesting happened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt; of the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;So rather than going into a play-by-play of what we did each day, I'll write a quick story about each interesting thing that happened, one for each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day One: Arrival&lt;/span&gt; (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;After the 8-hour car ride, we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; happy to be able to unpack and laze around our rented &lt;a href="http://jbroandtiger.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/pic_t-brook_yurt.jpg"&gt;yurt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Angel and I soon discovered that the neighbours next door had two sons, one of which looked about a year younger than us, and the second who turned out to be a sophomore in college.&lt;br /&gt;The older son started playing his guitar on his porch around 9 that night. Ange and I went out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;porch and lay on the picnic table, staring at the stars as we listened. Then we got up and walked up and down the road, still listening, chatting quietly. We even tried to catch some lightning bugs! It was almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Two: Wal-Mart&lt;/span&gt; (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one isn't the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; interesting. I'll keep it short. Pretty much, we went to Wal-Mart, and Angel and I picked up hair dye. Then we dyed our hair. XD Exciting, I know. But now my hair is a light golden brown! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Three: The Bird&lt;/span&gt; (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;We were in the bathroom, brushing our teeth, when Angel noticed the bird that was flying against the window (it was a high window). I was all for leaving it alone and getting ready for the day, but she kept looking at it, and before I knew it, we were standing on the benches in the shower, leaning across to the window, trying to catch the bird. Her enthusiasm caught on quickly, and now I feel really bad for not caring for the bird in the first place (nervous laugh). I do think the neighbours across the street thought we were crazy! We ran into the public bathroom, then a few minutes later, ran back out. We returned, still running, with a pillow case. About 3 minutes after that, I dashed out of the bathrooms once again, and returned with a chair. XDD I know that they were extremely curious because I could see them watching us from their porch, and the woman that was staying there came into the bathroom to see what the heck we were up to. XD&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we did eventually manage to trap the poor bird in the pillow case and set him free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Four: ...Yes, Day Four...&lt;/span&gt; (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;This is where my journal begins to fail me. xD&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Koffman house, Fallingwater, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, that day! Here, I will grace you with a photograph of the house, taken by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBwwWaogdvI/AAAAAAAAEcs/NCYnUhwP4gE/s1600/DSCF7841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBwwWaogdvI/AAAAAAAAEcs/NCYnUhwP4gE/s400/DSCF7841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484311607894898418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup... Lovely picture there... Beautiful house. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt; there was something else we did that day, but I just can't remember!!!&lt;br /&gt;...Oh.&lt;br /&gt;I remember.&lt;br /&gt;There was a natural water slide. Really cool, but I'm not putting up anymore pictures. It's where the rocks were eroded after thousands of years of the river flowing over them, creating the best place to slide down. It's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; rough, though. I kept getting bashed against rocks. =.= So on my second time down, Angel and I got out after the second part. (There are two parts, after the first you have to scoot your butt down a bit to get to the second.) We sat there for a moment before we realized that we were on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; side of the powerful, rushing water. Somehow, Angel made it across, but then she slipped. She started falling down the rushing stream, yelling for my help. I held out my hand and screamed, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRAB MY HAND!!!" &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure we looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;ridiculous to any onlookers, but to the both of us, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; dramatic. I could hear the pounding music in my head and everything!&lt;br /&gt;I was able to pull Angel up, buuuut... I slipped down. She reached for my hand, and I stretched my arm out to take it, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no!&lt;/span&gt; The river had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;plans. I screamed for her, but I felt myself slipping, slowly but surely, and I soon found myself amongst the rushing water once again, screaming "NOOO!!!" (and some swear words) at the top of my lungs, before I was pulled under the hungry hydraulics, and sucked to the end of the very painful natural water slide!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Five: Waterfall&lt;/span&gt; (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;Our last full day!&lt;br /&gt;We had nothing planned for this day.&lt;br /&gt;Ange and I wanted to go rock-hopping (there are some really big glacier rocks in the river there!). Instead... We found this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; hidden-away rock beach! There was a small waterfall that Angel and I sat on (pictures!), rocks to climb on, rapids about 200 metres away, and the best sun-bathing rocks. =D Words cannot explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so nothing out of the ordinary happened on Day Six, Departure Day. Except for the fact that we, y'know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;departed&lt;/span&gt;. We talked to guitar-guy (whose name is Calvin), but we never got any contact information, so I fear we will never speak to him again. A shame, he was a very interesting character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should have a better conclusion, but I'm frekking tired. G'night, my dear readers! And thanks for sticking with me throughout that long, endearing post! I'll have something new up by tomorrow, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I didn't use 'endearing' correctly, did I? Oh, dear, now I've drawn your attention to that fact, when you may have never noticed it in the first place. I'm just too tired. Why am I even bothering with words? *falls asleep on keyboard*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2548955881454781925?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2548955881454781925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2548955881454781925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2548955881454781925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2548955881454781925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/pennsylvania.html' title='Pennsylvania.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBuYeUqcMxI/AAAAAAAAEck/yVOLaxwmJqk/s72-c/29904_1476427321513_1558640867_1174639_2983871_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-422169385164882016</id><published>2010-06-17T22:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:44:19.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>More Meme Plz? :/</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Pennsylvania vacation, I'll write about that later. ;) Right now I just feel like doing a simple and mindless meme, to take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://geekofnever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of a Teenage Psychopath&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in then  start the water?&lt;br /&gt;Turn the water on, go to the bathroom, undress, jump into the shower, then jump back out screaming because, as always, I turned the water on WAY too hot and didn't bother to test it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;2.Do you read the labels on your shampoo bottle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do that all the time. I've probably read everything on all the bottles in my shower. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;3.Do you moan in the shower like the people on the  Herbal Essences commercial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;*YouTubes Herbal Essences commercial*&lt;br /&gt;O.o Wow, I had never seen that commercial before. O.o&lt;br /&gt;To answer your question: No, I do not. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;4.Have you ever showered  with someone of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, just the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;5.Have you ever  been forced to shower with one of your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower, no. Bathe, all the time when I was very little. XD But I wouldn't say I was forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;6.Have you ever  brushed your teeth in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no. O.o Sounds like a good time-saver, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;7.Have you  ever dropped your soap on your foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't use soap... Body wash count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;8.How old do you look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm repeatedly told that I look 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;9.How old do you act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Angel told me that I was acting like I was 5. I was most certainly not trying to do that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;10.What's the last song you sang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lessee... I think it was a song by Straylight Run? 'The Tension and the Terror', I think, that or 'Another Word For Desperate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;11.Have  you recently become a member of anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have "Joined the list of lovers," but I don't think that counts. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;12.What  are your plans for the weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date with a certain person that I can not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; to see. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;13.Do you kiss with your  eyes open or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always waaaay too occupied to pay any attention to THAT, but when I think back, I don't remember seeing anything, so I'm 99.999% positive that I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;14.Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what you did there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;15.Does anything on your body itch  right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my 'skeeter bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;16.Who's the sexiest famous woman alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;17.Who's the  sexiest famous man alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have honestly not called one man sexy before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;18.Does every family have a crazy  uncle? I would say yes, but if the kids parents have no siblings then  they wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mine does! A crazy aunt, too. (The aunt would be my mother, my cousins' aunt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;19.Have you ever smuggled something into America? Never  been out of America, so no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't thiiink so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;20.Does playing the guitar make a  girl/guy more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, definitely. :3 Those kinds of skills are very attractive. *licks lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;21.Do you live in a city with a good sports team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Is that a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Let's not even GET into the football team! But our soccer team ain't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;22.Have you ever finished off the popcorn  and ate the junk from the bottom of the bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;23.Have  you ever had sex in a tent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...What?&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm deleting the sex questions. The person that made this meme is perverted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;25.Have  you ever dated a Goth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;27.Can you fix your own car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extend, but not really. I have limited knowledge of cars, but I can do a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;28.Would you  want to kill George W. Bush yourself if you were guaranteed to get away  with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't see anything wrong with the way he ran this country. I would not kill him. I wouldn't kill anybody, in my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;29.Should guys wear pink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-422169385164882016?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/422169385164882016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=422169385164882016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/422169385164882016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/422169385164882016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-meme-plz.html' title='More Meme Plz? :/'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7438363093236309822</id><published>2010-06-11T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:28:23.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me in the rain..xxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBJ-s-3w1zI/AAAAAAAAEcc/ozam24KorGU/s1600/ICONATOR_10803ec79abede727fc3a84ac75b28f3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBJ-s-3w1zI/AAAAAAAAEcc/ozam24KorGU/s400/ICONATOR_10803ec79abede727fc3a84ac75b28f3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481583007719544626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a House marathon on today!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is going to top my sure-to-be-awesome-day. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the TV on to USA, and Taub was saying "Fat content indicated zero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;House: "What does fat do in water?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kutner: "Float?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;House: "And what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; floats in water?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutner and Taub: *silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House: "...The direct answer would have been '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Plushie and Shae will get why this is so awesome. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been gone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had to go to my g'ma's house, then I went to Angel's to spend the night, then to Chelsie's, where we worked on our costumes (more about that later), then finally my house. :D Last night was Chelsie's birthday party (awesome pirate theme!), but I didn't spend the night. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Patient: "Aren't there any other ways to get pregnant? Like, sitting on a toilet seat?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House: "Absolutely. There would have to be a guy between you and that toilet seat, but absolutely!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday I went over to Chelsie's house, so we could work on our cosplay costumes. Yes, you read that right... I'm going to cosplay! I'm pumped, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;happy that Chelsie is just as excited as I am! A year ago I never would have guessed that she would be interested in cosplay. She's going as Sakura from Naruto, and I'm going as Hinata. I think I could be a convincing Hinata, as long as certain people are there to make me blush. XDD&lt;br /&gt;The coat is heavy, though, it makes my head look kind of small. &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was storming earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Not a big storm, but it was a storm.&lt;br /&gt;After I discovered the House marathon, I curled up on the counter (there's a TV in the kitchen, the counter is my favourite place to watch television) and made some spearmint tea. Ian and Angel texted me, so I watched House, the storm, and talked to them on my phone while drinking tea. After I drank the spearmint, I made blueberry. It was almost perfect. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about an hour I'm going to go hang out with Ian. Can't wait, it's been one week since I've last seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can go out with Plushie and Shae soon to work on our chalk project some more!&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the library now, folks. I have some overdue books. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;h &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'll put up the pictures of our chalk drawing soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7438363093236309822?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7438363093236309822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7438363093236309822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7438363093236309822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7438363093236309822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/kiss-me-in-rainxxx.html' title='kiss me in the rain..xxx'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TBJ-s-3w1zI/AAAAAAAAEcc/ozam24KorGU/s72-c/ICONATOR_10803ec79abede727fc3a84ac75b28f3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3024025213390562895</id><published>2010-06-07T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:48:09.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TA1Te2gbHYI/AAAAAAAAEcU/96Rs67ysAno/s1600/ICONATOR_31bc409c7a23446794abb3d9644e2364.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480128111072451970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TA1Te2gbHYI/AAAAAAAAEcU/96Rs67ysAno/s400/ICONATOR_31bc409c7a23446794abb3d9644e2364.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today I went to the orthodontist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news and bad news! They told me that I'll get my braces off in two appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, "Yays!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they were all, "Oh, but your next appointment isn't until August! Ahahahaha have a great summer!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was all, "Screeeew youuu" (In my head. That was actually my chant when they told me that I wouldn't be getting them off at my next appointment.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWR. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I saw... &lt;em&gt;Phantom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phantom of the Opera. It was SO GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best musical I have ever seen. And live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite scene was when... The first time he met her. I'm not saying more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get a chance to see it, SEE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was worth the price of tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before-hand my mother and I went to my favourite sushi/Japanese restaurant. I forgot the name of the sushi I had, but it was very good! My mom had some cucumber sushi and some sort of salmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after the play my mother and I stared out at the university campus (where Phantom was held) on the roof of the parking garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we drove RIGHT by my favourite bubble tea place, so my mother was nice and let me get one. I got a taro milk tea with mango stars, and man, it was delicious. It took me right back to last summer, I think that's really what made it so wonderful. And then on the drive back the sky was gorgeous, the clouds, the cars on the highway... When I got home I showered then called this really amazing guy I know... Aka Ian, my boyfriend. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we talked. And I went to bed incredibly happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;h &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3024025213390562895?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3024025213390562895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3024025213390562895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3024025213390562895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3024025213390562895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-went-to-orthodontist.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TA1Te2gbHYI/AAAAAAAAEcU/96Rs67ysAno/s72-c/ICONATOR_31bc409c7a23446794abb3d9644e2364.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8791783847740601278</id><published>2010-06-03T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:15:46.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>Bah-nah-nah.</title><content type='html'>I took up &lt;a href="http://justanothergirl17.blogspot.com/2010/06/bananas.html"&gt;Shae's challenge&lt;/a&gt;. BOREDOM WILL NOT CONTROL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically: Find as many uses for a banana as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4R7ymvEI/AAAAAAAAEb0/wIrrVXoXsH0/s1600/Ty%27a+Openhouse+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4R7ymvEI/AAAAAAAAEb0/wIrrVXoXsH0/s320/Ty%27a+Openhouse+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478690827455085634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banana as a book weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4RueUcoI/AAAAAAAAEbs/FTcRsO526ok/s1600/Ty%27a+Openhouse+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4RueUcoI/AAAAAAAAEbs/FTcRsO526ok/s320/Ty%27a+Openhouse+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478690823880340098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banana as a bookMARK. (Try carrying THAT one around in your bag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4RMN9E8I/AAAAAAAAEbk/c8-fclNPpyI/s1600/Ty%27a+Openhouse+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4RMN9E8I/AAAAAAAAEbk/c8-fclNPpyI/s320/Ty%27a+Openhouse+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478690814684894146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banana as a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(A'ight, I cheated on this one a bit. The banana began breaking in half, so I held it up so it wouldn't sink. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg32HpJJaI/AAAAAAAAEak/vfBb3JeAroI/s1600/Ty%27a+Openhouse+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg32HpJJaI/AAAAAAAAEak/vfBb3JeAroI/s400/Ty%27a+Openhouse+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478690349600286114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banana as a tricked-out car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hang on, Fernando! This isn't over yet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg31hBwr1I/AAAAAAAAEac/LLs6I9fce10/s1600/Ty%27a+Openhouse+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg31hBwr1I/AAAAAAAAEac/LLs6I9fce10/s400/Ty%27a+Openhouse+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478690339234557778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the armless dino (notably bigger than the previous one) smashed the car and ate the lego man's head off.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;I like toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Oh! I almost forgot. Here's one I took last winter. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Shae already did this, but... BANANA AS A PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i380.photobucket.com/albums/oo242/RasinBran/Blog0202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i380.photobucket.com/albums/oo242/RasinBran/Blog0202-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ringringringring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8791783847740601278?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8791783847740601278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8791783847740601278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8791783847740601278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8791783847740601278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/bah-nah-nah.html' title='Bah-nah-nah.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4R7ymvEI/AAAAAAAAEb0/wIrrVXoXsH0/s72-c/Ty%27a+Openhouse+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2886264042589925521</id><published>2010-06-03T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:20:56.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t feed me violence, just run with me through rows of speeding cars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4rNrQM4I/AAAAAAAAEcE/Mk0mnujDinQ/s1600/tm4m3chii.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4rNrQM4I/AAAAAAAAEcE/Mk0mnujDinQ/s400/tm4m3chii.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478691261752816514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Summer is nearly here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For some people, it already is. -.- Darn you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the chalk-drawings Shae has posted &lt;a href="http://justanothergirl17.blogspot.com/"&gt;on her blog&lt;/a&gt;, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to remember to ask my mom  to pick up some sidewalk chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and Sculpey clay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Angel and I are starting a business. I want to make charms, she wants to make jewelry. We're both excited for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I’ve watched you slowly winding down for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; You can’t keep on like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, Shae and I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plans&lt;/span&gt;. Personally, I'm really excited for graffitiing the town in chalk. And painting our mailboxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had half a day for exams, so Angel and I went to the DQ and Micky D's with Genaro and his little sis. There were a lot of other people there we knew, so we ran out to the parking lot and covered their car windows with window crayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we did that to Ange's brother's car before we left. He doesn't know yet. I'm glad I'm home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Pennsylvania in two weeks!!! I can't wait to be out on the campground. Surrounded by trees. Campfire, fireflies. My best friend, my family. I'm going to get a lot of art (writing, drawing, charm-making) done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Now, now, darlin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh, don’t kill yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; 'Cause none of us were angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go work on some art right now. I'm in a writing sort of mood. Hanging out at my old elementary school did that. I miss that place so much, it's unbelievable. But at the same time, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here. So I guess this song fits this post (my mood) more than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And you know I love you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop teasing you now. Here, enjoy the song. I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3R0RHNHaU4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3R0RHNHaU4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Speeding Cars by Imogen Heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2886264042589925521?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2886264042589925521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2886264042589925521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2886264042589925521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2886264042589925521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-feed-me-violence-just-run-with-me.html' title='Don’t feed me violence, just run with me through rows of speeding cars.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAg4rNrQM4I/AAAAAAAAEcE/Mk0mnujDinQ/s72-c/tm4m3chii.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8874334251581767407</id><published>2010-05-30T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:44:19.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAHsj4cjlcI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/VZLZBARrBCM/s1600/erica08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAHsj4cjlcI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/VZLZBARrBCM/s400/erica08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476918723050968514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that memes suck unless you plan on doing them, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first  thing you thought?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......I should really do something about that hair. Hair isn't supposed to defy gravity like that."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How  much cash do you have on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;In my walled? $7. On me? None. I don't have pockets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;3.  What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;4. Favorite  planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It always has and always will be Saturn. Not even Urasawa can change that. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on  your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian. XD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring  tone on your phone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one called 'Mystique,' definitely. It reminds me of Mabinogi. I do, however, want to buy that Cinema Bizarre ringtone.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'blue girl shirt,' as I call it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you label  yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;No. I wouldn't even know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re  currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shoes, bare feet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Bright, my bedroom. Window faces the north, gets the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; lighting.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What does your watch look like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks suspiciously like my bare arm...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stepping out of the shower. :3&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you  received on your cell say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Your Pix Place account has been inactive for 150 days." &gt;.&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;15. Where is  your nearest 7-11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;No where in THIS state!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's  a word that you say a lot?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who told you he/she  loved you last?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel confessed her love for me while jumping on a trampoline.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing  you touched?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat, I think?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have  you done in the last three days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Does helium count?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finish up the one currently in my camera... One.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right where I am now. :]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your wor&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;st enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I have none.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your  current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;http://tinypic.com/r/20k3yc1/6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to  someone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Night!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million  bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. :DD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you  listened to?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to 'Drought' by Vienna Teng.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  What time of day were you born?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:05 pm. :D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What’s your  favorite number?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where did you live in 1987?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in the black and foggy world in which unborn souls wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you  jealous of anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of me? Not that I know of.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.  Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hiding with my brother behind the couch, hoping our mom wouldn't make us get started on our work any time soon (we were homeschooled). Then my mother got on the phone with my granpa, said, "Oh my gosh!!!!" and ran upstairs to the TV in her room. At first we were like, "Yay! No work!" but after a few minutes it turned to, "Wtf? Where did she go?" I remember sneaking upstairs (with my mad Harriet the Spy skillz) and seeing her watching the news through a crack in the door. I didn't even fully realize what happened until she explained it to me later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you do when vending  machines steal your money?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? No! NO! Don't do this to meee!!! Come ooon! What have I ever done to you? I gave you MONEY. Now give me my sodaaa!!!" *shakes machine a little* Quiet voice: "I hate you..." *walks away sadly*  ...And yeah, I say ALL of that out loud.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you  consider yourself kind?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be. I can also be callous. Who knows.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would  it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something extremely meaningful to me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what  would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese or Korean. Oh, or Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Would you move for the person  you loved?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I truly loved them, I think I would.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you touchy feely?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me. Hugs are okay, but I do pull away quickly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What’s your life motto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have as much fun as possibly without getting killed."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Name three things that you have on you at all  times?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera, rings, pencil.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What’s your favourite  town/city?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traverse City. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.  What was the last thing you paid for with cash?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medium Dr. Pepper and a medium fry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. When was the last time you wrote a  letter to someone on paper and mailed it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit ago, it was to the child I sponsor. I hope I get a reply soon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. ^^&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.  Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in love.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How far back do you know about your  ancestry?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's grandma came from the Netherlands, went through Ellis Island and everything. The other 3/4 of my family are Irish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;48. The last time you dressed  fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom, a black dress.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ache a little, and my skeeter bites itch.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you been burned by love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Didn't I just say that I haven't been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8874334251581767407?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8874334251581767407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8874334251581767407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8874334251581767407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8874334251581767407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-that-memes-suck-unless-you-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TAHsj4cjlcI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/VZLZBARrBCM/s72-c/erica08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7372630255124510122</id><published>2010-05-24T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:58:30.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So haaawt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S_scZAe63JI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/H7uWtEemjX8/s1600/ICONATOR_9142ddb0bed61da662165fe046a88a2b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S_scZAe63JI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/H7uWtEemjX8/s400/ICONATOR_9142ddb0bed61da662165fe046a88a2b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475000987950963858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That'sa right, folks... Summer came, and it came FAST. Just a few days ago it was very chilly, and now I'm sitting here, in my workout clothes (gym shorts and a cutoff T-shirt), gulping down water, SWEATING. Not so pleasant. But at the same time... It is. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my advanced English class we are in literature circles (have I mentioned this?), which is pretty much where the class breaks off into small groups and chooses a novel (approved by the teacher) to read. Our English teacher seems to trust us very much, because she lets us just go where ever in the school to read, which is AWESOME. The past few days (er, today and last week) our group (consisting of me, Emily, Jerry, Meghan, and Rachel) has been going outside. It is SO nice. We don't even read like we're supposed to. XD We just hang out and chill, listen to music, talk.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a discussion about how our school is thinking about cutting band and theatre. I'm not going to get into it, but it's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there's anyone out there that doesn't know yet, but Fetus and I have been dating. :3 I say this because all day, I get people I rarely talk to come up to me to say congrats. XD It's so weird. After first hour Chels told me that a 'little birdy' (I suspect Erik) told her about this (and expression some annoyance that I hadn't told her. I was planning on it, I swear!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before third hour he came up to me and put his arm around my shoulders. Then Chelsie came plowing through us, shouting "NO PDA!" XDD Maan, I love Cheslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I liked Erik's reaction the best. XD Before fifth hour Fetus put his arm around me again and we walked the short distance to his class. We parted, and when I got to the end of the hallway I found Erik standing there, with this huge grin.&lt;br /&gt;"That was the cutest thing I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever seen&lt;/span&gt;!" he said with this annoying look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"I'mma punch you, right in the face!" I held up my fist as I walked by him, just to show him how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; I was about this.&lt;br /&gt;"No, really, you guys are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;!!!" I rolled my eyes at him and kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to prom next year? You have to!" I just kept walking. Behind me he shouted, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll drive you!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to be annoyed, but in truth, I was laughing really hard. Erik was just saying that stuff to bug me, I'm sure. When I walked into Algebra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; as the bell rang with a huge grin on my face (because Erik amuses me), Andrea gave me this knowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt;. Like I'd been doing something bad or something. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7372630255124510122?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7372630255124510122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7372630255124510122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7372630255124510122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7372630255124510122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-haaawt.html' title='So haaawt.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S_scZAe63JI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/H7uWtEemjX8/s72-c/ICONATOR_9142ddb0bed61da662165fe046a88a2b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5861017883966430496</id><published>2010-05-16T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:44:19.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>My Bedroom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/136/a/9/Bedroom_Meme_Again_by_theBIZARREone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S_CkE5atWUI/AAAAAAAAEZs/SUuwzSwyC7U/s400/Room+Meme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472053951294429506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S_CZKAZT_JI/AAAAAAAAEZc/FIj5eObHb98/s1600/Room_Meme__Blank_by_XToxicityX.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please click for full-view!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per request of Shae.... Thought it would be a lot more efficient to do this meme, rather than post one picture. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xtoxicityx.deviantart.com/art/Room-Meme-Blank-74843015"&gt;[[BLANK MEME]]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5861017883966430496?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5861017883966430496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5861017883966430496&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5861017883966430496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5861017883966430496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-bedroom.html' title='My Bedroom...'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S_CkE5atWUI/AAAAAAAAEZs/SUuwzSwyC7U/s72-c/Room+Meme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4639922586697272789</id><published>2010-05-15T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:33:27.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-6mOcoGtEI/AAAAAAAAEZU/HUWrViwRCCE/s1600/ICONATOR_3948ed324dff22290df1e5ed29f833fb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-6mOcoGtEI/AAAAAAAAEZU/HUWrViwRCCE/s400/ICONATOR_3948ed324dff22290df1e5ed29f833fb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471493364434515010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="box medium"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today is unique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; It has never occurred before and it will never be  repeated. At midnight it will end, quietly, suddenly, totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; But the hours between now and then are opportunities with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;eternal possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had to babysit yesterday... Then Angel and I went off to see Robin Hood. Das Film war &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sehr&lt;/span&gt; gut, und &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schön!&lt;/span&gt; That movie was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; good, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful! &lt;/span&gt;They filmed it in the UK, Wales and England. The hills, the cliffs, the fields.... Angel and I were discussing it on our way back, and we both agreed that we want to live in the country after college. There's just something so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peaceful &lt;/span&gt;about it.&lt;br /&gt;...Then we got lost.&lt;br /&gt;XD We just kept going down the highway ("I knew that this road would take us back!" "But you went in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong direction!!!&lt;/span&gt;"). Thankfully, after we were 20 minutes in the wrong direction, we realized our error and turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel and Andrea-A were talking about their 'summer bucket list.' I'm going to put some of mine right here (instead of my summer to-read list that never happens XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My Summer Bucket List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Go to the Fair&lt;/span&gt; (with my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Go to a concert&lt;/span&gt; (right now I'm banking on Superchick, but if that falls through, Imogen Heap)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Zoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earn some money babysitting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive a lot of hours so I can get my license before I'm 18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find all the letterboxes in my town&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(with my team, o'course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep on the porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make Steampunk accessories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make my own clothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Bubble Island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat at Sushi Moto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;War Week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Lake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit the Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4639922586697272789?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4639922586697272789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4639922586697272789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4639922586697272789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4639922586697272789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-is-unique-it-has-never-occurred.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-6mOcoGtEI/AAAAAAAAEZU/HUWrViwRCCE/s72-c/ICONATOR_3948ed324dff22290df1e5ed29f833fb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5288686714997019340</id><published>2010-05-08T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:50:21.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-dl2SSnImI/AAAAAAAAEZE/uMgmmIOmjf4/s1600/ICONATOR_ad97ae46f64ff2fefd7dae4ff3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-dl2SSnImI/AAAAAAAAEZE/uMgmmIOmjf4/s400/ICONATOR_ad97ae46f64ff2fefd7dae4ff3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469452255761998434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... I went to prom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I never mention this? No? ...Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel's brother's best friend, Kody, asked Angel out to prom, as friends, so her brother asked me. As I call it, the perfect double date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really liked my dress. It was black, with a light, see-through material that went around the skirt and split down the middle. I added some criss-crossing ribbon to the back of the dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our mothers wanted us to get manicures after school Friday (the day of prom), so we did (they gave us money for it). It was... Not worth it. Nice, yes, but it took 40 minutes for her to do each of us, and only about 7 minutes was actually painting the nails! This wasn't very good for people on a time limit. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at Applebee's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we ate, we had about 20 minutes unil 8 o'clock. The prom started at 8, and we didn't want to be the first people there, so we went to Best Buy. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel wanted to look at iPods, but it was 3 to 1, and Kody, Tyler (her brother), and I headed straight to the video games. XDD (I think they might have been following me a bit...) We hung out around there, then ended up playing Rock Band in our prom garb... Eye of the Tiger FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler missed the ramp, so we arrived at prom about 20 minutes later than we would have liked. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced more than I have in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; that night! We were just sitting around, or standing around, chatting (Me, Angel, Kody, Tyler, Plushie, and a few times Josh and Fetus joined briefly), but that wasn't good enough for Angel. No, she wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;. And because she was so determined, I refused. Then Plush got in on it, attempted to drag me to the floor, but I held my ground! &gt;:D (laugh) They gave up... But yeah, I ended up (somehow) on the dance floor. I must admit, I had a lot of fun dancing. :D They played the Cha Cha Slide, Angel's favourite song, once, of course. And I slow danced with Plushie (after Angel took a few minutes of "Ask her! Come on! Do it! She's waiting! Darnit, Plushie, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ask her&lt;/span&gt;!" ...Thanks, Ange). That's the first time I've ever really slow-danced (er, with a boy... I've done it with my female friends many times before XD), and it was a bit awkward, but it was pretty nice, too. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/span&gt; after prom, and Plushie tagged along. I was falling asleep pretty much throughout the entire movie, so I didn't enjoy it like I could have, but it was still a pretty good film (first one was better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to bed at 3:00 am that night (morning?). That threw my sleeping schedule off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Cookies to whoever gets the reference in this post's icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5288686714997019340?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5288686714997019340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5288686714997019340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5288686714997019340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5288686714997019340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom.html' title='Prom.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-dl2SSnImI/AAAAAAAAEZE/uMgmmIOmjf4/s72-c/ICONATOR_ad97ae46f64ff2fefd7dae4ff3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-9091733214121658994</id><published>2010-05-04T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:28:14.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Stomachs Are Not Admitted.</title><content type='html'>Time for some more gross photos~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea-A came over today... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And look what happened!&lt;/span&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF2QxCD-I/AAAAAAAAEY8/yZohtHCN4jI/s1600/PHOTOGRAPHS+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF2QxCD-I/AAAAAAAAEY8/yZohtHCN4jI/s400/PHOTOGRAPHS+413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467587483632013282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF1-NkZ9I/AAAAAAAAEY0/QgTGtY_NH4w/s1600/PHOTOGRAPHS+412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF1-NkZ9I/AAAAAAAAEY0/QgTGtY_NH4w/s400/PHOTOGRAPHS+412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467587478651430866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF1METeyI/AAAAAAAAEYs/JSqfOeuUWBM/s1600/PHOTOGRAPHS+419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF1METeyI/AAAAAAAAEYs/JSqfOeuUWBM/s400/PHOTOGRAPHS+419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467587465190800162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF0qSlNrI/AAAAAAAAEYk/3RfzN6FSmwc/s1600/PHOTOGRAPHS+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DFzgfWLTI/AAAAAAAAEYc/hfdaOMH7gQc/s1600/PHOTOGRAPHS+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DFzgfWLTI/AAAAAAAAEYc/hfdaOMH7gQc/s400/PHOTOGRAPHS+424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467587436313193778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINFUL, right?!&lt;br /&gt;And so gross. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, I should explain, before I get any freaked out comments. (Hmm... But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comments!&lt;/span&gt; That idea by itself makes me not want to explain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Fetus was talking about fake blood for our soon-to-be webcomic, and I immediately offered to research it. When Andrea came over, we made popcorn, then I went right into making stage blood. &gt;:) After I made the blood, I realized, "Wait... If I made stage wounds... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can practice them on Andrea!&lt;/span&gt;" And, surprisingly, she was all for it. Aaaand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; was the result! It's actually incredibly easy!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to start shooting the fight scenes for the comic... I'll be able to put these things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all over&lt;/span&gt; people's bodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-9091733214121658994?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/9091733214121658994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=9091733214121658994&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/9091733214121658994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/9091733214121658994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/05/weak-stomachs-are-not-admitted-access.html' title='Weak Stomachs Are Not Admitted.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S-DF2QxCD-I/AAAAAAAAEY8/yZohtHCN4jI/s72-c/PHOTOGRAPHS+413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-872278922832589082</id><published>2010-04-28T19:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:31:34.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jLfZ7emUI/AAAAAAAAEWs/-ueHpVEwVjk/s1600/ICONATOR_ed6d7a90b5872ee14c5b6ff69b002ec0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jLfZ7emUI/AAAAAAAAEWs/-ueHpVEwVjk/s400/ICONATOR_ed6d7a90b5872ee14c5b6ff69b002ec0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465341888210835778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been going through a writing/art block, yes. And that includes blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies!&lt;br /&gt;I've just been feeling like my blogging is pretty boring. Which it is, in my opinion. (Don't bother with "oh, no it's not!" because that's not why I'm saying this. I'm just stating my feelings.)&lt;br /&gt;To make up for my lack of blogging, I will go through my past week with you... In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM0pZy97I/AAAAAAAAEW0/v4og5AuMlj8/s1600/Nobody+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM0pZy97I/AAAAAAAAEW0/v4og5AuMlj8/s400/Nobody+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465343352653412274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went on what was pretty much the best date &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. It was a friendly date, but that doesn't matter. (With the Fetus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM0-rvYnI/AAAAAAAAEW8/-KWZkjH_B7w/s1600/Nobody+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM0-rvYnI/AAAAAAAAEW8/-KWZkjH_B7w/s400/Nobody+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465343358365819506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a spontaneous stop to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;, a trail that goes alongside the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM1ir7QRI/AAAAAAAAEXM/0Cjtr6Qr0ZI/s1600/Nobody+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM1ir7QRI/AAAAAAAAEXM/0Cjtr6Qr0ZI/s400/Nobody+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465343368030273810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned into an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;(Not only this, but walking along the slope you see in the background, but only steeper, jumping across part of the river from a small ledge.... Ouch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM1Ug9bkI/AAAAAAAAEXE/PC6apEZnxDU/s1600/Nobody+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM1Ug9bkI/AAAAAAAAEXE/PC6apEZnxDU/s400/Nobody+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465343364226182722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so much that day... Stole some soda from his mum's (and said hello, of course!), saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kick Ass&lt;/span&gt; (best movie ever), the mall, went back to his house and watched Sherlock Holmes... With more stuff in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM2Gn-bMI/AAAAAAAAEXU/tq2QflzHe-4/s1600/00NOBODY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jM2Gn-bMI/AAAAAAAAEXU/tq2QflzHe-4/s400/00NOBODY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465343377677380802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then half the week went by without me taking pictures. XD Today Fetus and I went out for a photoshoot.... You'll find out what these photographs are for on a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jORfPLLvI/AAAAAAAAEXc/tQEPR2T9PNc/s1600/Nobody+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jORfPLLvI/AAAAAAAAEXc/tQEPR2T9PNc/s400/Nobody+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465344947652341490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 42 photos. ^^; These two are my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jORw4loqI/AAAAAAAAEXk/8w3efJ0q20k/s1600/4-28-2010+5%3B19%3B06+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jORw4loqI/AAAAAAAAEXk/8w3efJ0q20k/s400/4-28-2010+5%3B19%3B06+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465344952389444258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwaha... And HERE is my favourite part of this post.&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I sat down and was all like, "Ohh, I'm going to draw a unicorn, and it'll be a nice and pretty unicorn..." While I was sketching, Angel texted my computer, so I told her, "I'm drawing a unicorn!!!" And she replied with, "Give it wings! And, and! A fiery mane and tail!" After talking with her for twenty minutes, my pretty unicorn turned into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;... An animal of mass destruction!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please full view. That way you can get a full grasp of its destructiveness.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, I meant that it shoots &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannon balls&lt;/span&gt; from its hooves, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; cannons! That wouldn't work!&lt;br /&gt;...Wow, that was a long caption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wiedersehen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-872278922832589082?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/872278922832589082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=872278922832589082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/872278922832589082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/872278922832589082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-going-through-writingart-block.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9jLfZ7emUI/AAAAAAAAEWs/-ueHpVEwVjk/s72-c/ICONATOR_ed6d7a90b5872ee14c5b6ff69b002ec0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7836149441631013751</id><published>2010-04-23T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:37:26.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Became Engaged. And Then a Turkey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9JTZDr6aYI/AAAAAAAAEV8/scv2fvPuJ5Q/s1600/ICONATOR_4ef0d81184265789c237bb426a124503.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9JTZDr6aYI/AAAAAAAAEV8/scv2fvPuJ5Q/s400/ICONATOR_4ef0d81184265789c237bb426a124503.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463520987905157506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It should be illegal to write when this tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school this morning, all "Lalalalala I hope this day goes by quickly~~~," in a pretty good mood because early-morning gaming just does that to me. Met my friends at the lockers, and the first thing that was directed towards me was, "...Hold on, hold on. Courtney, I need to ask you something." It was Chelsie. She scrambled to her feet. I looked at Angel, and she looked highly amused. I was scared. You would be, too, if you knew Chels.&lt;br /&gt;"Courtney," she bent down onto one knee, holding out a ring. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;It took me a moment to get my bearings, but once I was able to speak &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yeah, I'm exaggerating for dramatic effect. Go with it.)&lt;/span&gt;, I said, "Well... It's a bit soon...." We'd only been going out for a week! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Again, just go with it.)&lt;/span&gt; Chelsie put her hands on her hips and glared at Angel. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told you!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to see her do it," Angel said guiltily, when she saw my glare. Personally, I think she's just jealous because Chelsie took back the roses she gave Angel for Valentine's Day and gave them to me. She still hasn't recovered from that.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up accepting Chelsie's offer and wore her class ring for five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ifoundthisreallygreatblogandyoushouldgocheckitout.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt; Rightnow.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey thing comes in much later, after school. Andrea-A came over and we watched Invader Zim. ....If you're not extremely familiar with this show, then I will not bother explaining that reference. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee still hasn't started scabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm considering getting MSN. I have no idea why. I love my yahoo email address. But now I want a webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start finding dates for Friday nights. It's just too boring over here by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Are you still reading this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1O9DyFLIKo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1O9DyFLIKo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7836149441631013751?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7836149441631013751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7836149441631013751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7836149441631013751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7836149441631013751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-became-engaged-and-then-turkey.html' title='Today I Became Engaged. And Then a Turkey.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S9JTZDr6aYI/AAAAAAAAEV8/scv2fvPuJ5Q/s72-c/ICONATOR_4ef0d81184265789c237bb426a124503.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2847888554204787874</id><published>2010-04-17T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:21:13.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8pr4EqcHaI/AAAAAAAAEV0/-bxWfOeDJUM/s1600/ICONATOR_3b2cc0b4bf94bfc54c9ae7a48d35a56e.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8pr4EqcHaI/AAAAAAAAEV0/-bxWfOeDJUM/s400/ICONATOR_3b2cc0b4bf94bfc54c9ae7a48d35a56e.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461296109208739234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 1: Open up whatever MP3 program you use and add every song in your  collection.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Put it on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Post the first line  from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:  Post and let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'll separate them by tens so it's easier to read.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1. We are a thousand voices strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2. I never wrote a love song that didn't go 'woe is me, everything is wrong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;3. It takes a lot to be always on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;4. Angely i demony kruzhili nado mnoj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5. ORENJI RENJI wo shitteru kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;6. It's not that she minded he'd had other lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;7. When the sun came up we were sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;8. My eyes are open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;9. I am green today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;10. Do you erase what you're thinking and replace what you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;11. Spotlight shining brightly on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;12. We've been down to the bottom, stories we got of when we hit rock bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;13. Tonight I'm so alone, this song take a hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;14. I told another lie today and I got through this day, no one saw through my games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;15. It's not everyday that I meet a person quite like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;16. Your name here, believe me, it's not what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;17. I can see, when you stay low nothing happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;18. I saw shawdy dancing on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;19. We've been seeing what you wanted, got us cornered right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;20. gaman no renzoku dattaro kokoro de naiteita ndarou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;21. Sparkling angel, I believe you are my saviour in my time of need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;22. I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;23. I came to party, you came to party, so why don't we party together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;24. It's that time of year, leave all our hopelessnesses aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;25. Tell me that's it's gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;26. There's a cross on the side of the road where a mother lost her son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;27. I escaped my final moments but it's turning back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;28. Knock knock, are you alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;29. I am in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;30. All the boys voices cracking, oh the moaning half tones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINT: There's quite a bit of Within Temptation, Superchick, Straylight Run, and Imogen Heap. No cheating, though! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a few people make some guesses, I'll put the answers up! (Plush, Shae, Muse, I'm looking at you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2847888554204787874?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2847888554204787874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2847888554204787874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2847888554204787874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2847888554204787874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/step-1-open-up-whatever-mp3-program-you.html' title='Release Me'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8pr4EqcHaI/AAAAAAAAEV0/-bxWfOeDJUM/s72-c/ICONATOR_3b2cc0b4bf94bfc54c9ae7a48d35a56e.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-440112232855082382</id><published>2010-04-13T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:36:49.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schlog mich Baby noch ein mal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8TR3nnWLcI/AAAAAAAAEVk/VQQQNRRun7o/s1600/ICONATOR_574222f6857288ca824c2fa6dd4e42f2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8TR3nnWLcI/AAAAAAAAEVk/VQQQNRRun7o/s400/ICONATOR_574222f6857288ca824c2fa6dd4e42f2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459719401736908226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya&lt;/span&gt;, vol 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Eating:&lt;/span&gt; Reese's egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Listening:&lt;/span&gt; Wise Guys and Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day off Spring Break. =.= Whooo-peee...!&lt;br /&gt;But after school I hung out with Plushie, so it was all good. (Shae couldn't come! D:&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;We looked at his Neopets cards, went onto Neopets online, then a walk. We ran into Rachel with her boyfriend, Chris! I've heard a bit about Chris (and his brother), so it was cool to finally meet him!&lt;br /&gt;As Rachel and Chris rode away from us, Rachel told us, "Stay out of trouble now!"&lt;br /&gt;......And then we got into trouble for the first time EVER.&lt;br /&gt;(SHE JINXED US!)&lt;br /&gt;We went by this one house, and I saw a sign covered up with pine needles, and I wanted to know what it said! It looked like the sign was on the property of the building next to that house, and Plushie thought so too. I kicked off the needles with my feet then he helped me lift up the sign to inspect it, but it was all rubbed off. :( So we just put it back on the ground and left (but not before I took this cool log!). We were about halfway down the street when this guy came out of his house, smoking who knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;, and yelled at us: "HEY! You gonna clean my lawn back up?!" We were both like 'D: What do we do?!' So we told him that we didn't know that it was his lawn, and we were sorry, but he was still standing there, scowering at us angrily.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll clean it up&lt;/span&gt;," I told him finally, pretty annoyed. He went back into his house and I kicked the needles back onto the sign. ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm keeping his log!&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around on the other side of the street, and even went BEHIND that street (walked along the tracks), just to avoid his house. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie kept looking over his shoulder, paranoid that he was just going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He'd be leaning against the library, smoking his whatever. He'd take a loooong drag, then say in a creepy voice... "You didn't pick up my lawn.... And now you're gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;...At least in Plushie's imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;(^.^)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-440112232855082382?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/440112232855082382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=440112232855082382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/440112232855082382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/440112232855082382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/schlog-mich-baby-noch-ein-mal.html' title='Schlog mich Baby noch ein mal!'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8TR3nnWLcI/AAAAAAAAEVk/VQQQNRRun7o/s72-c/ICONATOR_574222f6857288ca824c2fa6dd4e42f2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4289760199180401631</id><published>2010-04-11T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:48:52.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>What's Another Word for Desperate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8IpagNbBdI/AAAAAAAAEVM/nu44Y3r8Kuw/s1600/ICONATOR_c7dda22b110fb3d3534f8fb0ad1d1d65.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8IpagNbBdI/AAAAAAAAEVM/nu44Y3r8Kuw/s400/ICONATOR_c7dda22b110fb3d3534f8fb0ad1d1d65.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458971233626031570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best way to end Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30 this morning, as always, despite it being a Sunday. Now, I know you're probably thinking I'm insane, but you'd be doing the exact  same thing if you were in my position. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Wow, I suck. Started this on Sunday, finishing it on Tuesday. &gt;.&lt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the hill before Shae, but after Plushie (he actually came!). We lay on the hill for a bit, and Shae joined us, but we became a bit bored. (There was a little sunrise! Yay!) So we traveled next door, to the logging company. There Shae and I became men. (Plushie, however, did not. He refused to walk in the puddle.) We also climbed around on top of the logs (I nearly killed myself! xD!) and giant piles of dirt. Then we noticed the parked train and we went over to inspect it.&lt;br /&gt;...I feel like I should not write about this here. XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We climbed on top of the trains! I think P went up first, then Shae, then somehow they convinced me to do the same. I'm glad I did, it was beautiful up there. Such a view! After walking around on that car, I found myself hopping from car to car behind Shae and Plushie. O.o (It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; take about ten minutes of "Come on, Courtney! I know you can do it!" But whoo caaares...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saved a puppy!&lt;br /&gt;We were headed back to go home when we heard this loud screeching, screaming sound. We thought a dog was being abused, seriously. Turns out this guy put a puppy he was pet-sitting on his porch (surrounded by fencing), and the dog was throwing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt;, I can't believe he'd put someone else's dog out there! When he saw us he tried climbing through the bars of the porch rail. =.= He did actually get out, and P put him back (Shae had to distract the big dog so it wouldn't eat us xD). Then he tried to climb out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but didn't get so lucky that time. He became stuck, and we had to go knock on the guy's door to let him know. (The dog did eventually wiggle his way out, though.)&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8TK98sGwjI/AAAAAAAAEVc/IFXJmhuxCTY/s1600/Blog+20313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8TK98sGwjI/AAAAAAAAEVc/IFXJmhuxCTY/s400/Blog+20313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459711813891834418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after church (which I nearly missed) we met up again. When Plush and I were headed over on our bikes to meet Shae, I started screwing around and ended up wiping my bike out, and on the shoulder of the road. I thought I was completely fine until we got to his house (we went back for some money), where I realized I had blood streaming down my leg. Long story short, the road took out his big chunk of my knee when I fell. &gt;.&lt; It was reaaaally gross.... I couldn't even look at it straight when I first realized it was there. But hey, I don't have to describe it to you-- you can see for yourself! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8TK9RU2R2I/AAAAAAAAEVU/Vs2EsB_pWSM/s1600/Blog+20318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8TK9RU2R2I/AAAAAAAAEVU/Vs2EsB_pWSM/s400/Blog+20318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459711802251560802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, HUGE IMAGE!&lt;br /&gt;...Because I just like grossing people out with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I changed the bandage. Before I put a new one on, I made sure to go find my mom to show her.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Ew, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;! Why would you SHOW me that?!" *slams door on my face*&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;br /&gt;She thinks I might need stitches, though. :/ I mean, it looks a whooole lot less bloody than in that picture, but it's still pretty deep, and the center still looks gorey. So she's gonna call the doctor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I still have more to write about, so I'm gonna do what Shae does and make a new post! Sorry :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4289760199180401631?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4289760199180401631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4289760199180401631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4289760199180401631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4289760199180401631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-another-word-for-desperate.html' title='What&apos;s Another Word for Desperate?'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8IpagNbBdI/AAAAAAAAEVM/nu44Y3r8Kuw/s72-c/ICONATOR_c7dda22b110fb3d3534f8fb0ad1d1d65.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4650100866455390309</id><published>2010-04-11T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:20:49.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight will be the night I fall for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8FJ_77zYCI/AAAAAAAAEVE/DNjckpiv8cQ/s1600/ICONATOR_649a8c836e01fe4c438c0dcec941e709.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8FJ_77zYCI/AAAAAAAAEVE/DNjckpiv8cQ/s400/ICONATOR_649a8c836e01fe4c438c0dcec941e709.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458725586118860834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have an &lt;i&gt;adventure&lt;/i&gt; planned for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early, watch the sunset with my two friends (Plushie might actually come!), engage in some more illegal activity, then go to church. But aaaafter church... LETTERBOXING. Er, well, in my mind. I haven't asked anyone else yet. XD But if they are game, I'm prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Plushie gave me an awesome Wocky mini-plushie (Neopets, yo!), and I luff it.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... I just read that Neopets has petpetpets? O.o; I'm worried. That's weeeird. But my Kacheek, Puchink, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;! I just need to change her colour... Stupid fountain, never working!&lt;br /&gt;......Oh, sorry. I got distracted there. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went shopping with my mother, and I got some cool stuff. ^_^ I found a Ranma 1/2 movie at Goodwill!!! And OHCRAP Plush and I still have not discussed what we're doing at the next anime club meeting. DX Oh, well, if all else fails, we could just watch Ranma 1/2. xD&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better get to bed, as it is growing very late and I am waking up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my fellow bloggers and readers. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[an afterthought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/black%20and%20white" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 301px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v419/yourmomgonewild/deLay_Black_and_white_photography_F.jpg" alt="b&amp;amp;amp;W Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4650100866455390309?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4650100866455390309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4650100866455390309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4650100866455390309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4650100866455390309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonight-will-be-night-i-fall-for-you.html' title='Tonight will be the night I fall for you.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8FJ_77zYCI/AAAAAAAAEVE/DNjckpiv8cQ/s72-c/ICONATOR_649a8c836e01fe4c438c0dcec941e709.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5946730392194953017</id><published>2010-04-10T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:00:17.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ruling the World and Licking Floors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8FIiXKe3tI/AAAAAAAAEU8/phPg8dwP038/s1600/ICONATOR_449dcb1dc7f15ba6e8f53572b9a3e9d5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8FIiXKe3tI/AAAAAAAAEU8/phPg8dwP038/s400/ICONATOR_449dcb1dc7f15ba6e8f53572b9a3e9d5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458723978520485586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;If you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;haven't checked out my Cbox in the past few days, I am so sorry. You  have missed one of the best conversations I have ever been involved in. In short, me and my friends, &lt;a href="http://justanothergirl17.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shae&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.geekofnever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Plushie&lt;/a&gt;, have been pretty much hijacking each others' names, and... Weell, you can see for yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rubyredslippers&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt; bow to my awesomeness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt; yes.yes your royal awesomeness, we love  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;oh we do! most excellent blogger, you are   the pinnacle of greatness! we bow in your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;OH. YOU'RE DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;HEY HEY HEY!!! No one uses my name but   me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: i am sorry ruby, personality number 5 is   misbehaving&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: I only have 3 personalities thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: My brain is about to explode. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;shae&lt;/b&gt;: I'm suprised that doesn't happen more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courtney:&lt;/span&gt; ikr? altho i dont have much of a brain to  explode so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: yes, tis true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;shae&lt;/b&gt;: PLUSHIE! dont be so mean to poor courtney!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: Sorry, sorry.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: Don't be sorry, it's so true.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: yes, but i was so wrong. you and shae  shall  rule the world!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: Oh don't be silly, you are the true  ruler  of the world Plushie, shae and I are no match for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: but you are, i am weak and powerless,  will  you let me mop the floors of your fortress when you rule&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: Of course not, someone as magnificent as   you should not be mopping floors, you take over the world.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: I'll do the mopping.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: no, i shall LICK the floor! it would be  an  HONOR!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: There shall be no floor licking for you.   Just ice cream.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: only liver flavored tho. it shall be my   penance! i must eat it and think of my sins&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shae&lt;/b&gt;: Fine, *I* will lick the floor!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shae&lt;/b&gt;: Nobody is more deserving.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: no, please dont. you might get sick! then   who would rule the world? allow me to lick the floor...&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: i shall do so with pleasure knowing that   you shall be saved&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shae&lt;/b&gt;: oh, why thank you! You are such a loyal   follower.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shae&lt;/b&gt;: when you're done with this floor, could you  go  under my bed? the dust bunnies there are horrendous.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: of course! it would be my dearest   pleasure!! next i shall make you vats of pink lemonade!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: Nah, I'm just kidding, good luck with the   floor licking suckers ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;: Oh yeah?You think you're not doing it? I   have a dirty floor,too, and I don't see anyone cleaning it!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: Then you should probably get on that.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: I'm am so sorry for being so difficult!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: To make up for it, I shall lick both   your floors, and cleans your cats, all with my&lt;br /&gt;tongue!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: I only hope that will do it justice.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie&lt;/b&gt;: Nah, I'm only kidding, I just like  messing  with you guys X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="777"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr id="777"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;shae&lt;/b&gt;: i luv this cbox... always makes me laugh. you   guys rockl!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5946730392194953017?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5946730392194953017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5946730392194953017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5946730392194953017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5946730392194953017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-ruling-world-and-licking-floors.html' title='Of Ruling the World and Licking Floors'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S8FIiXKe3tI/AAAAAAAAEU8/phPg8dwP038/s72-c/ICONATOR_449dcb1dc7f15ba6e8f53572b9a3e9d5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5052782725974094114</id><published>2010-04-09T18:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:03:52.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ich Will Keinen Zentimeter Mehr Zwischen Uns"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_LO2Gt4uI/AAAAAAAAET8/JiiUyswmLpQ/s1600/ICONATOR_a60f1f4d5256e98e22cf0cc3be03fc88.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_LO2Gt4uI/AAAAAAAAET8/JiiUyswmLpQ/s400/ICONATOR_a60f1f4d5256e98e22cf0cc3be03fc88.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458304729298625250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't want a centimeter between us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an icon that said that. ^ (In German, not English.) I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really sucked with yesterday's post. XD Sorry 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I woke up early, at 6:30, like I did yesterday, to watch the sunrise. It was so cold that I had to turn my bike around, though, to go get my winter coat and some gloves. Doesn't that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;? It should not be this cold! Anyway. I was the only one there, to my disappointment. But it didn't matter. Shae was right, the hill is most certainly an enchanted place (read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargirl&lt;/span&gt;?). I was wondering when I should go, convinced that there wouldn't be a sunrise again, and when I was starting to decide that I should go, it's too cold... The sky caught on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. Imagine these photos are 8x more gorgeous, and that should give you an idea of what it was like this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z8qoA3eI/AAAAAAAAEUk/C-BumcRUWVU/s1600/Blog+20296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z8qoA3eI/AAAAAAAAEUk/C-BumcRUWVU/s200/Blog+20296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458320909653827042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z8Z0G8QI/AAAAAAAAEUc/Zhtt3yvnABY/s1600/Blog+20297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z8Z0G8QI/AAAAAAAAEUc/Zhtt3yvnABY/s200/Blog+20297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458320905141154050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this was actually the last one I took.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z8PwsurI/AAAAAAAAEUU/Cv8SOyLGY_g/s1600/Blog+20289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z8PwsurI/AAAAAAAAEUU/Cv8SOyLGY_g/s200/Blog+20289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458320902442498738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise cast an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; light on the world behind me. The lighting disappeared with the sun (it hid behind the clouds after the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z7rYn_rI/AAAAAAAAEUM/yZcNsVsEAhc/s1600/Blog+20287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z7rYn_rI/AAAAAAAAEUM/yZcNsVsEAhc/s200/Blog+20287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458320892677848754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z7d4m3dI/AAAAAAAAEUE/CcmrHhoPoeo/s1600/Blog+20285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_Z7d4m3dI/AAAAAAAAEUE/CcmrHhoPoeo/s200/Blog+20285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458320889053896146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gosh. I nearly forgot! Remember the little building next to the hill I mentioned in the last post? There were men there this morning, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the door was open&lt;/span&gt;! But... But...!!! By the time I inconspicuously rode by bike to that side of the hill, they door was closed so much that there was only a tiny crack in the door, and I couldn't get close enough to see inside. v.v&lt;br /&gt;When I was looking at the sunrise, I caught one of the men looking at me. He was just staring, then took a step forward, but I raised my camera to the sky at that point, and he turned away. I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, but it was kind of funny. :3 I'm not a hoodlum! (Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I want to plan a trip to the zoo sometime&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the following months (even though I hate zoos), so if anyone is interested... Drop me a hint. ;) &lt;/span&gt;(And yeah, you have to live within a twenty mile radius of me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... Anyone interested in going to a Superchick concert? In May? At the best amusement park in the world? Who can drive? (I'm sorry, the last one is a requirement... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kidding&lt;/span&gt;. But it would be really nice. We don't have a ride yet. v.v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5052782725974094114?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5052782725974094114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5052782725974094114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5052782725974094114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5052782725974094114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/ich-will-keinen-zentimeter-mehr.html' title='&quot;Ich Will Keinen Zentimeter Mehr Zwischen Uns&quot;'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7_LO2Gt4uI/AAAAAAAAET8/JiiUyswmLpQ/s72-c/ICONATOR_a60f1f4d5256e98e22cf0cc3be03fc88.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-6078537768342580355</id><published>2010-04-08T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:05:51.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S76nUx43gCI/AAAAAAAAET0/BJh6hpqil2w/s1600/th_avatar3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S76nUx43gCI/AAAAAAAAET0/BJh6hpqil2w/s400/th_avatar3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457983773850697762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah... I fail at posting when I need to. :/ (Even more at journalling when I need to. &gt;.&lt;)  Here's my schedule today: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30am- Wake up. Press snooze.&lt;br /&gt;6:35- Hear my mom playing the piano downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;6:37- Decide I'd better just get up and stop waiting for my alarm to go off.&lt;br /&gt;7:00- Meet Shae at the hill.&lt;br /&gt;7-7:30- Chat with Shae, wait for the nonexistent sunrise to appear, make plans. I honestly can't remember what time it was at this point- We waited for some men to drive away from this small house/shed-like building that's next to the hill. Once they were gone, we inspected the lock on the door, determined that we could not pick it with a bobby pin, and carried this big heavy rock up the hill. The rock rolled down once we got it up there, so it took us another few minutes to roll it back up. =.= But once we got it up we realized that it wasn't quite tall enough to get us up on the roof, then some guy pulled up in a truck and waved us away angrily.&lt;br /&gt;Whoknowswhattime-9:00- Have breakfast/work on my essay for English&lt;br /&gt;9-9:50 (am)- Play the Sims&lt;br /&gt;3 10-11:00- go to the coffee shop with Shae, buy a delicious cinnamon roll, and play Lakewoodopoly (a crack version of Monopoly xD) and lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's just my morning. But for the rest of the day I pretty much just played Sims 3, worked on my essay, and browsed the interwebs. At one point I erased my whiteboard and wrote some new stuff on it. But that's it. :/&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll work on doing stuff in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt;, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I am falling asleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-6078537768342580355?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/6078537768342580355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=6078537768342580355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/6078537768342580355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/6078537768342580355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S76nUx43gCI/AAAAAAAAET0/BJh6hpqil2w/s72-c/th_avatar3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5152944973669815731</id><published>2010-04-07T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:57:41.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S702BluxMdI/AAAAAAAAETs/8YhMTzvq6tI/s1600/ICONATOR_f831c99cb0960ae28170ce8608e16f62.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457577724378952146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S702BluxMdI/AAAAAAAAETs/8YhMTzvq6tI/s400/ICONATOR_f831c99cb0960ae28170ce8608e16f62.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Felt like I should write a quick post before bed.... I'm going to bed early tonight! I WILL! Or at least I will go to my bed and &lt;em&gt;stay in there&lt;/em&gt; early! Even if it means I have to read fifty chapters of &lt;em&gt;The Hollow People&lt;/em&gt;, I will do it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Aaaaaanywaaay.... (coughcough) I love youth group so much, now that both Shae and Plushie are going. :DD Before, it was like, 'Yeah, I'll have fun... I can talk to Shantell and Zach...' and then it was, 'Yeah, Plushie's going! We can talk!' But noooow it is, 'I hope Plushie brought a cup, or else Shae may seriously injure the boy.' (Kiiiiidiiing... Kinda. XDD) Yeah, it's a lot of fun! Tonight, after youth group was over, we just hung out and chatted. (And listened to some guys play the guitar... Eric and Shae tried to guess each other's names... At one point Shae and Plushie were on me, trying to blow into each of my ears.........)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may have noticed that I changed the header of my blog once again. I became bored... Also, the quality of the last one kinda bugged me. So here you have it, a photo I took at the Gardens last year! (I snagged to from my Flickr and just made it into a header quickly. xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this one fits my blog better. Definitely ties into the colour sceme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'd better head into that rain-like machine thing now... Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g h o s t i e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5152944973669815731?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5152944973669815731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5152944973669815731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5152944973669815731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5152944973669815731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/quickie.html' title='A Quickie'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S702BluxMdI/AAAAAAAAETs/8YhMTzvq6tI/s72-c/ICONATOR_f831c99cb0960ae28170ce8608e16f62.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8375175224579801275</id><published>2010-04-07T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Anime Openings</title><content type='html'>I haven't done this in a few years, so I figured it was high time to update my list. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of anime openings in my time (lawl), but these are by far the best ones I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mp_SyPIT5uU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mp_SyPIT5uU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one just happens to be my absolute favourite opening &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;anime. I can't even begin to explain how much this opening &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and anime)&lt;/span&gt; means to me. Just goes to show that some of the best anime are incredibly unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxkCLoutIHo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxkCLoutIHo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an instance where I love the opening waaay more than the anime. The opening fills me with so many emotions... Then the anime starts, and I'm like, "Oh. Yeah. This is a good show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.. &lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nu-n5Jv3mEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nu-n5Jv3mEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea why this opening is so great. It just is. I have friends who will completely agree with me, too, so it's not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViEH57xQu1c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ViEH57xQu1c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lucky Star opening is just frickin' awesome. XDD I luff it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah, I couldn't even make it to #5. XD&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (Yeah, yeah, I see you walking away without even watching these videos! GET BACK HERE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8375175224579801275?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8375175224579801275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8375175224579801275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8375175224579801275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8375175224579801275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-favourite-anime-openings.html' title='My Favourite Anime Openings'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7751674609680545317</id><published>2010-04-04T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:10:09.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E... E... E... Something that starts with E...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7k3yG5aXsI/AAAAAAAAETM/z_ublX7Nv34/s1600/icon-V.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7k3yG5aXsI/AAAAAAAAETM/z_ublX7Nv34/s400/icon-V.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456453757520469698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weeell, today started off as a disappointment... My mom came in my room when I was still mostly asleep and told me that she was going to split up our candy and make a basket for my brother's friend, who stayed over last night. =.= I was preeeeetty annoyed by that one. But I still received a fair amount of candy. (First year getting Peeps!)&lt;br /&gt;Theeen (I stretch words out a lot &gt;.&gt;) I arrived to church, all excited because I knew the drama team would be performing a bit, heard some rumours about people singing before service..... *sigh* But THEN the woman in charge of Childrens' Ministry found my in the sanctuary, and apparently I was supposed to be serving this week. =.=;; I was tired and upset, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a good mix, but it was fine. I went in there thinking, "Okay, God, this had BETTER be WORTH IT!" and it was. Taliah (spelling, spelling) stuck a foam bunny sticker to my back, which I moved to the pocket of my sweater, where it still remains. And afterward I had the chance to talk to Zach (twice in one week! I'M ON A ROLL!!!), which I wouldn't have been able to do if I'd attended the regular service. (I would have been dragged out as always.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that have made me laugh today (Sorry, Shae, I hope you don't mind me stealing this!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The "Secretary of Defense" called, and when I said "YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING!" Plushie heard a helicopter in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;-I just remembered when I was hanging out with Plushie and Fetus, and Fetus pulled a knife on me. "We've joked about it before, but this time it's for real!" he declared. XD&lt;br /&gt;-"Life is sexually transmitted and always fatal." I stole this from &lt;a href="http://justanothergirl17.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shae's awesome blog&lt;/a&gt;, and iloveit.&lt;br /&gt;-A certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plushie&lt;/span&gt; pinning me down (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was not on top of me&lt;/span&gt;, BTW!) so I couldn't draw attention to us... He's been running from phantoms. O.o I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;-In the toddler room today at church, a girl came in to take photos of the kids, and this one boy was such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ham&lt;/span&gt;! He did these great model-like poses, putting his arm on the top of the chair, draping himself across the chair, laying on the floor... XD It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, this hilarious video I was shown today after Easter dinnah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8M_oBYNb6UU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8M_oBYNb6UU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had my dad behind me, "'Oooh, it's so WINDY in here!'" XDDD He looks like he's being blown over by a gust of wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7751674609680545317?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7751674609680545317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7751674609680545317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7751674609680545317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7751674609680545317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-e-e-something-that-starts-with-e.html' title='E... E... E... Something that starts with E...'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7k3yG5aXsI/AAAAAAAAETM/z_ublX7Nv34/s72-c/icon-V.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7028911575032336977</id><published>2010-04-03T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:01:42.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>My Music Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7de2n8FttI/AAAAAAAAETE/NPh_Pkpghfs/s1600/my+musik.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7de2n8FttI/AAAAAAAAETE/NPh_Pkpghfs/s400/my+musik.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455933766109607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click for full view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artists that have the most songs in my iTunes library are what show up bigger, but it's still cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how to do this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open up your iTunes music library&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to View &gt; View Options&lt;br /&gt;3. Uncheck everything but 'Artist'&lt;br /&gt;4. Select all and copy (ctrl+a, ctrl+c for Windows)&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;Wordle.net&lt;/a&gt; and paste your text&lt;br /&gt;6. Erase all the songs, but keep the artists. (This could take awhile... There's probably an easier way to go about this, but this is how I did it.)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7028911575032336977?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7028911575032336977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7028911575032336977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7028911575032336977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7028911575032336977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-music-library.html' title='My Music Library'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7de2n8FttI/AAAAAAAAETE/NPh_Pkpghfs/s72-c/my+musik.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2750536113175743940</id><published>2010-04-02T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:42:49.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lack of Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7YAM3UobJI/AAAAAAAAES8/hJE2WzweNk4/s1600/eloni-voc01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7YAM3UobJI/AAAAAAAAES8/hJE2WzweNk4/s400/eloni-voc01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455548219614850194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a good excuse!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I do.&lt;br /&gt;A few weekends ago I bought (er, my mom bought for me) this reaaaally awwwesooome new journal (my pink kitty one ran out. XDD Thank GOD.), and I've been writing every single day. About everything that has been going on. Which is a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I just... When I'm out in town doing things, having a blast, I think "When I go home I should blog about this..." But the thought of sitting down in front of my computer, typing in digital words that the world can see, on a black background... It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;unappealing when I think about my journal. With my journal I can touch the words, feel the paper, run my fingers over the indents they make. And in five, ten, maybe even twenty years, I will be able to read back about the adventures I had when I was in high school. I can't do that with a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that is my excuse, but I am working on posting more, so don't worry! I've been doing this for four years! There's no way I can stop now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the entire past week, starting Monday, I have been going out in town. Monday Fetus invited me to hang out with him, so we rode around on our bikes, lay down on the hill, bought some Peace Tea, and hung out in the park. Tuesday Plush and I went to the hill. Wednesday is my Adventure day, so I planned on walking about a mile down the train tracks to this old construction site I've heard about, but that didn't work out. XD Ended up going back and forth to the gas station for supplies, the furniture store, then the hill. xD But still, adventure! Yesterday I hung out with Plushie and Shae at, yes, the hill. Love that hill.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna go to the big library. ^^ And maaaaaybe the ice cream shop? Maybe? *wishes she had money*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's my week in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SPRING BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2750536113175743940?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2750536113175743940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2750536113175743940&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2750536113175743940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2750536113175743940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/04/lack-of-posting.html' title='A Lack of Posting'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S7YAM3UobJI/AAAAAAAAES8/hJE2WzweNk4/s72-c/eloni-voc01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-1160943897793013197</id><published>2010-03-24T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:35:59.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Strange Question Meme, part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6pzYVAqiLI/AAAAAAAAEL0/0SBBqE0jys4/s1600/chiisakura.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6pzYVAqiLI/AAAAAAAAEL0/0SBBqE0jys4/s400/chiisakura.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297160679393458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'M ADDICTED!&lt;br /&gt;Swiped from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2009/11/strange-question-meme-part-2.html"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What color is your watch?&lt;br /&gt;I dun't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of when you  hear “Australia”?&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY, MATE! And that I'm gonna study abroad there someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you strip for money?&lt;br /&gt;Nuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do  you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who's driving. -.- I get no say in the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What  is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;8. And sometimes 2. And sometimes 13. They're my backup numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who’s the last person you talked to  on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Pam the librarian. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any plans today?&lt;br /&gt;Ja! Mini photo-shoot, library, possibly Kingdom Hearts, and then youth group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. In how many states  have you lived?&lt;br /&gt;...One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Biggest annoyance right now?&lt;br /&gt;My brother shouting at his XBox (to other people)... And OH DANG I HAVE HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last  song listened to?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Jason Mraz.... Before that was The Decemberists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?&lt;br /&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  Do you have a maid service clean your house?&lt;br /&gt;*holds back joke about her mom, because she knows she'd get in trouble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite pair  of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with my blue Croc-knock offs (comfier than actual Crocs). Had since seventh grade. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;XD I was just having this conversation!&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/r4f1h2rQ*G4ASvDiLRHPdX5vFj7B4iFt-YnLw9CEtqCHF0bc58IQXJK3QnNCFZDDCqOQNcaZrI-iocQM8bOc9pfhvS1XOTPW/Kiro.jpg"&gt;Kiro.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's too pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do  any of your friends have children?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What do you usually do  during the day?&lt;br /&gt;School. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  Do you use the word hello daily?&lt;br /&gt;I do, actually!&lt;br /&gt;Scenerio 1: Plushie sits down at lunch. Me: "Hello!"&lt;br /&gt;Scenerio 2: Angel walks up to her locker. Me: "Hello!"&lt;br /&gt;Scenerio 3: Andrea-A sits down behind me in Algebra. Me: "Hel-- Oh, it's just you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh.... Car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.  What size wedding ring do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;8. ._. (OKAY, FINE, I DON'T HAVE ONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you thinking about  someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;Once... Didn't impress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  How did you get your worst scar?&lt;br /&gt;No... Don't want to talk about that... TOO PAINFUL! *hides face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-1160943897793013197?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/1160943897793013197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=1160943897793013197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/1160943897793013197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/1160943897793013197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/strange-question-meme-part-ii.html' title='Strange Question Meme, part II'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6pzYVAqiLI/AAAAAAAAEL0/0SBBqE0jys4/s72-c/chiisakura.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5749528089756093397</id><published>2010-03-24T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Haters Unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6poqxCa1oI/AAAAAAAAELs/iH8nCRXG7rw/s1600/kiroava3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6poqxCa1oI/AAAAAAAAELs/iH8nCRXG7rw/s400/kiroava3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452285382812685954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Just for the record, I wouldn't be one of the uniters. I mean, yeah, in general I dislike chocolate. But it's okay in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very small&lt;/span&gt; amounts. Or covered in peanut butter and/or caramel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meeting of the anime club was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It went well... All things considering. XD&lt;br /&gt;Wee~ell, half the people didn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of them were because of miscommunication. xD&lt;br /&gt;So the only people at this first meeting (where we decide on what we do/when to hold meetings!) the only people that came were me and Plushie (duh, we're the co-presidents/head peoples), and then Fetus and Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, it went very well! They all seemed to like the idea of the anime con coming up this June. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then Plush's mum dropped Fetus and I off at the corner gas station (he lives a few miles back, and I just wanted to walk because it was a niiice day), and he said he'd walk me home (even though I told him that it was not necessary... Why do guys always insist on walking me home?), but I enjoyed talking to him. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Shae might be coming to youth group with me tonight~.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I think that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5749528089756093397?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5749528089756093397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5749528089756093397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5749528089756093397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5749528089756093397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate-haters-unite.html' title='Chocolate Haters Unite!'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6poqxCa1oI/AAAAAAAAELs/iH8nCRXG7rw/s72-c/kiroava3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2969921729960818014</id><published>2010-03-20T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:46:02.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap Your Name in Lace and Leather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6VCA3D0CPI/AAAAAAAAEJM/im5UEMeqGHo/s1600-h/75.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6VCA3D0CPI/AAAAAAAAEJM/im5UEMeqGHo/s320/75.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450835506549229810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week (Tuesday?) Plushie and I went on a walk. I was bored, looking at some amazing pictures on Flickr, and decided that I wanted to have a 'photo shoot'. So I took my camera and my dog and met P-chan in the park. It was so much fun. I took a bunch of pictures of him doing strange stuff on the cannons, and at the elementary school's playground, too (that's actually where I took my blog's header).&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday we went out, too, but my camera's battery was dead, so the only pictures I took were on my Holga. (sigh) But it was a lot of fun, too! We went to the big hill, crunched pinecones ("nature's bubble wrap"), then hung out at the playground again. =D Okay, maybe not so much "hanging out" as "playing." Which is even better!!! (Then we sat on my porch and talked for three hours. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (?) pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UsIHm1MGI/AAAAAAAAEI0/vNrw_gINI6c/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UsIHm1MGI/AAAAAAAAEI0/vNrw_gINI6c/s320/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450811441994346594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UubEQNcPI/AAAAAAAAEI8/mbwqlFSwmQI/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UubEQNcPI/AAAAAAAAEI8/mbwqlFSwmQI/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450813966534930674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm just a rebel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UsH7bDJUI/AAAAAAAAEIs/RbbV7d41W80/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UsH7bDJUI/AAAAAAAAEIs/RbbV7d41W80/s320/112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450811438723704130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so cool... But it was really a "I'mma screw up your picture!!!" sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnXX5QzVI/AAAAAAAAEIk/UheH7p28zwk/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnXX5QzVI/AAAAAAAAEIk/UheH7p28zwk/s320/120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806206506519890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dials phone* *listens for a few minutes, then hangs up angrily* "Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; rude!" "What?" "A lady was talking to me, saying something about inserting thirty-five cents, then just hung up on me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnW8dPwmI/AAAAAAAAEIc/g-1ReRJkMF8/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnW8dPwmI/AAAAAAAAEIc/g-1ReRJkMF8/s320/128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806199141253730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sloth.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnWQQv7OI/AAAAAAAAEIU/Zs3V_Vx4pQI/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnWQQv7OI/AAAAAAAAEIU/Zs3V_Vx4pQI/s320/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806187277675746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the cannons, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnV797cyI/AAAAAAAAEIM/0A72s7Nc4jc/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UnV797cyI/AAAAAAAAEIM/0A72s7Nc4jc/s320/135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450806181830030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I can fit under here... Hey, I did it!" Later: "Crap, I don't think I can get out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmSg_skPI/AAAAAAAAEH8/Riu0lIaMYgU/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmSg_skPI/AAAAAAAAEH8/Riu0lIaMYgU/s320/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450805023538450674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmR2LvHGI/AAAAAAAAEH0/n6SbaM3k-bI/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmR2LvHGI/AAAAAAAAEH0/n6SbaM3k-bI/s320/159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450805012046224482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed in this position for, what, thirty seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmRfAF5UI/AAAAAAAAEHs/wOKqCj3cWv8/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmRfAF5UI/AAAAAAAAEHs/wOKqCj3cWv8/s320/161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450805005823370562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, fell down just as soon as I got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmRLD4rXI/AAAAAAAAEHk/U4IcR3i-XhQ/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmRLD4rXI/AAAAAAAAEHk/U4IcR3i-XhQ/s320/183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450805000470572402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to play on this thing when I was in Kindergarten. (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmQibyyyI/AAAAAAAAEHc/BaCz5Ateuyo/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UmQibyyyI/AAAAAAAAEHc/BaCz5Ateuyo/s320/184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804989564996386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UlkZecduI/AAAAAAAAEHU/T1MUlSw7fTo/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UlkZecduI/AAAAAAAAEHU/T1MUlSw7fTo/s320/185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804231245952738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just... Sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UlkIsgSEI/AAAAAAAAEHM/YG1lahQ2HiI/s1600-h/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UlkIsgSEI/AAAAAAAAEHM/YG1lahQ2HiI/s320/187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804226741520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Courtney, I can't get down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Uljv-IrZI/AAAAAAAAEHE/_LYrYB5jlMo/s1600-h/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Uljv-IrZI/AAAAAAAAEHE/_LYrYB5jlMo/s320/189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804220104584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Uliw9wITI/AAAAAAAAEG8/RMnRBAOzUj8/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Uliw9wITI/AAAAAAAAEG8/RMnRBAOzUj8/s320/195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804203191542066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual playground part of the school. The new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UliYU3xUI/AAAAAAAAEG0/UNDz2fWUGKc/s1600-h/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UliYU3xUI/AAAAAAAAEG0/UNDz2fWUGKc/s320/212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450804196577625410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkCF2C68I/AAAAAAAAEGs/vcXIHj8j2CQ/s1600-h/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkCF2C68I/AAAAAAAAEGs/vcXIHj8j2CQ/s320/202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802542349052866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just kinda... Tied her there. Then ran off to play. &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkBp9D0FI/AAAAAAAAEGk/qCBpZA0iqFc/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkBp9D0FI/AAAAAAAAEGk/qCBpZA0iqFc/s320/200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802534862278738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wavy thing is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkA0GQdzI/AAAAAAAAEGc/tF1LXv5i4RA/s1600-h/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkA0GQdzI/AAAAAAAAEGc/tF1LXv5i4RA/s320/208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802520405342002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this wavy thing, though. I don't get this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkAJn-mvI/AAAAAAAAEGU/PZGY2EHBhyc/s1600-h/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UkAJn-mvI/AAAAAAAAEGU/PZGY2EHBhyc/s320/210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802509004053234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Uj_odD-oI/AAAAAAAAEGM/4Ytj27AXoRU/s1600-h/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Uj_odD-oI/AAAAAAAAEGM/4Ytj27AXoRU/s320/216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450802500099897986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDD He fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiardmePI/AAAAAAAAEGE/BizyaQIjYIo/s1600-h/223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiardmePI/AAAAAAAAEGE/BizyaQIjYIo/s320/223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450800765740677362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plushie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiZ855wWI/AAAAAAAAEF8/h77Zj7bdPds/s1600-h/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiZ855wWI/AAAAAAAAEF8/h77Zj7bdPds/s320/228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450800753242915170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UxF7V-8tI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Om0gDTs71UA/s1600-h/2132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UxF7V-8tI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Om0gDTs71UA/s320/2132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450816901900858066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, of course, that awesome picture Plushie took of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiZSuVbMI/AAAAAAAAEF0/Q9ROmK7EaTs/s1600-h/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiZSuVbMI/AAAAAAAAEF0/Q9ROmK7EaTs/s320/231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450800741920107714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh. Stupid elementary students.&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember to take some white paint out there. I want to change 'Crips' to 'Chips'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiYxyfNTI/AAAAAAAAEFs/DmjsK40fI-I/s1600-h/237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiYxyfNTI/AAAAAAAAEFs/DmjsK40fI-I/s320/237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450800733079156018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiYTNrhII/AAAAAAAAEFk/GUa8FG9rvrY/s1600-h/239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6UiYTNrhII/AAAAAAAAEFk/GUa8FG9rvrY/s320/239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450800724871709826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2969921729960818014?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2969921729960818014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2969921729960818014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2969921729960818014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2969921729960818014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrap-your-name-in-lace-and-leather.html' title='Wrap Your Name in Lace and Leather.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6VCA3D0CPI/AAAAAAAAEJM/im5UEMeqGHo/s72-c/75.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-2896301984243722998</id><published>2010-03-18T18:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:00:41.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Quirks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Kwbx7X4kI/AAAAAAAAEFc/XUQUT05VvTw/s1600-h/icon_imp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Kwbx7X4kI/AAAAAAAAEFc/XUQUT05VvTw/s320/icon_imp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450112490377044546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just read this &lt;a href="http://justinelarbalestier.com/blog/2010/03/18/guest-post-megan-reid-on-being-a-bad-reader/"&gt;very interesting post&lt;/a&gt; by Megan Reid (guest blogger on &lt;a href="http://justinelarbalestier.com/"&gt;Justine Labalestier&lt;/a&gt;'s blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking of reading quirks.&lt;br /&gt;Megan Reid listed her quirks as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When I get really into books I tend to forget to breathe, and then  make embarrassing dying goldfish-ish gasping noises every few minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my head, every protagonist has brown or red hair. I don’t know  why, but they do. And it’s probably problematic, but that is a story for  another post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I don’t read last pages first."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time in the comments, and people really do have some interesting quirks! There's reading any time, any where, talking to the book, reading while laying down, complete silence, reading the last 100 pages or so (the "final stretch") all at once... So many quirks! And they're all so interesting! If you have the time, I recommend you &lt;a href="http://justinelarbalestier.com/blog/2010/03/18/guest-post-megan-reid-on-being-a-bad-reader/#comments"&gt;stop by the post comments&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to read each page number when I turn to that page. I have no idea why, don't ask me. I've been doing it since I was ten. (^^;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say each word in my head as I read. I didn't even realize that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is why I'm such a slow reader until I read a comment on Megan's post, where somebody said they did this. I know no other way of reading! Honestly, I didn't even realize people read without reading every word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never read the last page. Apparently I'm in the minority? I never realized that, either. &gt;.&gt;; I used to read the very last word, when I was a lot younger, but I've learned that it isn't always the best idea. (laugh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read at least a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit every night. Even if it's only a few words, I have to read before bed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This probably isn't a quirk, but I love to curl up when I read. Reading at school is uncomfortable (even though I continue to do it) because of the desks. (I do, however, sit backwards on the bus in the afternoon and curl up that way.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about the rest of you, my dear readers? What reading quirks do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Hint, hint. Post a comment. Maybe a discussion will start up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-2896301984243722998?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/2896301984243722998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=2896301984243722998&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2896301984243722998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/2896301984243722998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/reading-quirks.html' title='Reading Quirks'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6Kwbx7X4kI/AAAAAAAAEFc/XUQUT05VvTw/s72-c/icon_imp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-696187510087322124</id><published>2010-03-17T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:44:19.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>The Strange Question Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6GRgEAiIdI/AAAAAAAAEFU/N0RA_xQ9NgA/s1600-h/gbk0b09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6GRgEAiIdI/AAAAAAAAEFU/N0RA_xQ9NgA/s320/gbk0b09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449797004112830930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, I'm addicted to these things. A real post coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Took it from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2009/10/strange-question-meme-part-1.html"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;1. What is the color of your toothbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple and Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Name one person who  made you smile today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetus. (Because it was something he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; smiling.) Also, DJ, Andrea, and Katy in Phy-Science today. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;3. What were you doing at 8 am this  morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styles and Textiles class, playing review Bingo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messing around with my blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;5. What is  your favorite candy bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o Carmello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;6. Have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;7.  What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/span&gt; Probably... "I'm going to bed soon." To my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;8. What is your favorite  ice cream? How to choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, how to choose? I'd say Caramel Caribou and Caramel Praline Crunch. I like caramel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;9. What was the last thing you had to  drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Pepper... &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;10. Do you like your wallet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do! It's duct tape! I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;11. What was the last  thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... Bottle Caps candy... &gt;.&lt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you bought any new clothing items this  week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;13. The last sporting event you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually watched? Winterfest game. For a few seconds. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;14. What is  your favorite flavor of popcorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;15. Who is the last person you  sent a text message to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember. Only text on my friends' phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;16. Ever go camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;17. Do you  take vitamins daily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to... Somtimes I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;18. Do you go to church every Sunday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;19.  Do you have a tan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY. I even have a shirt that says 'Pale is the new tan'. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?&lt;/span&gt; I do, I do! Orange chicken FTW!!! (Eaten with chopsticks, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;21.  Do you drink your soda with a straw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... But that actually sounds good... I'mma try that with the rest of my Dr Pepper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;22. What did your last text  message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't text! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;23. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School and reading. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;24.  Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple, blue, black, and grey. (Love grey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;25. Look to your left; what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red and yellow stuffed dog I won from the skill claw at the bowling alley. ^w^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do y'all think of the new layout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-696187510087322124?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/696187510087322124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=696187510087322124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/696187510087322124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/696187510087322124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-meme.html' title='The Strange Question Meme'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S6GRgEAiIdI/AAAAAAAAEFU/N0RA_xQ9NgA/s72-c/gbk0b09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3548951365740968486</id><published>2010-03-16T17:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:44:19.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5_981mqDpI/AAAAAAAAEEI/gw5MU4ZutrQ/s1600-h/gxtkpsakura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5_981mqDpI/AAAAAAAAEEI/gw5MU4ZutrQ/s320/gxtkpsakura1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449353295764786834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turns out my last post was #300. How did I miss that?!&lt;br /&gt;For a change of pace, I'm doing a meme. ^^ Feel free to steal, I found it on &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-questions-meme.html"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1. How old do you look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen. Or maybe it's just my personality that make people think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;2. Where do you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, you do not need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Are you  waiting for something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;4. What’s one pet peeve of yours that is  not common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is people not coughing into their elbows a common peve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Do you want/have kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. But maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;6. Have you ever  thought about converting your religion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetical daydreams when I'm bored, yeah. But never seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Last shocking news you  heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago when my friend called me cute/pretty. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;8. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drinking apple juice right now. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;9. Who do  you most look like in your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, I believe... Actually, I'm told that I look a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; like my grandma, but I honestly do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;10. If you could have  something right now, anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yamaha-motor.com/sport/products/modelhome/180/0/home.aspx"&gt;A MOTORCYCLE&lt;/a&gt;. And a license for it. &gt;w&lt; ...On a much smaller scale, a new journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;11. Where does  most of your family live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there. *points* Thataway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;12. Where did you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, where I'm sitting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;13.  Where do you want to go on vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo, baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;14. Have you ever had a  panic attack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thank God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;15. What can’t you wait for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things. Halloween. Germany trip. Romance. Summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;16. When’s the  last time you told someone you loved him or her and meant it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;17.  Have your parents ever smoked pot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I hope not. (No, I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; see that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;18. Want someone back in your  life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;19. What do you order at the bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab myself a mix of sodas. It usually ends up being pretty gross. (The only time I go to 'the bar' is when I go bowling every Saturday, because the bowling alley has a bar. My g'pa owns it, so I get free food/soda. &gt;w&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;20. When was the  last time you cried really, really hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me if I said I don't cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;21. Ever licked  someone’s cheek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... Whu-? Whut? Oh! No.&lt;br /&gt;...How 'bout bite someone's lip? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;22. What is your favorite thing to eat with  peanut butter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread. And honey. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;No, wait! Bagels! With honey. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;23. Where were you on July 4th, 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O I was at summer camp with Angel! I remember it! I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely &lt;/span&gt;disappointed because we didn't do anything special for Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;24.  What are your nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco, Ero-Coco, Max, Maximum, Maxine, Maximillian, Maxi Pad (any any other form of 'Max'), Ghostie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;25. If you could go back in time, how  far back would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go to the Victorian era, then on my way back to the future (present), I'd take a pit stop in 1920, 1952, 1973, and 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3548951365740968486?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3548951365740968486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3548951365740968486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3548951365740968486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3548951365740968486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/turns-out-my-last-post-was-300.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5_981mqDpI/AAAAAAAAEEI/gw5MU4ZutrQ/s72-c/gxtkpsakura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-43001778023475655</id><published>2010-03-14T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:00:50.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meraki.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S56LfrHx6gI/AAAAAAAAEEA/0x9Jp-rDe08/s1600-h/watanuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S56LfrHx6gI/AAAAAAAAEEA/0x9Jp-rDe08/s320/watanuki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448945975432440322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Jaja, das war gut.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Kaity B was there. She told Andrea-A that she saw me, but she never told me personally. :/&lt;br /&gt;Before Plushie and I went to the movie theatre, we stopped at the Dollar Store to get caaaandies (gosh, that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a good idea! Candy is so cheap there!), and the first thing we saw (well, he saw) when we walked in was... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naruto paddle balls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HECK YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;I picked one up for Chelsie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And she still wants to do Naruto cosplay for Halloween! :DD I think we should start working on our costumes this summer. That will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During fifth hour (last hour) Mrs. S was trying to explain to us the concept of quadratic equations (man, you should have seen my journal entry for that day! We were supposed to put all we know about quadratic equations, and I wrote an entire page that can pretty much be summed up in two words: "I have no idea.")... I lost where I was. Anyway, she was trying to teach, and at the same time we all heard someone singing softly... It wasn't from our class. She went out to see if anyone in the hallway was doing it, but no one... Then it eventually faded away... Half an hour later it started up again, and Mrs. S stopped right in the middle of what she was saying to Jon and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt;. XD It was weird. We came to the conclusion that our room has a ghost. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artfire.com/modules.php?name=Shop&amp;amp;op=listing&amp;amp;product_id=982974"&gt;I love this&lt;/a&gt;. It's just so expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about changing the name of my blog... Be on the lookout for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-43001778023475655?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/43001778023475655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=43001778023475655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/43001778023475655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/43001778023475655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/meraki.html' title='Meraki.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S56LfrHx6gI/AAAAAAAAEEA/0x9Jp-rDe08/s72-c/watanuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8320229235159061708</id><published>2010-03-13T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><title type='text'>Soon We'll Be Living in the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5uj-Ni0ldI/AAAAAAAAED4/K621uUkasIg/s1600-h/hope02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5uj-Ni0ldI/AAAAAAAAED4/K621uUkasIg/s320/hope02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448128463417677266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to stoooop wanting to change my blog's layout. DX  It's like this, and it is here to stay! (For a few more weeks, anyway...)&lt;div&gt;Plushie-chan (ooh, I should start calling him that!) invited me to go see Alice in Wonderland with him today! But... I don't know if I can. v.v I've been planning to see the 3 o'clock showing of our school play, Grease, and I have a friend in it and I really want to see it. So maybe they'll be going to see Alice a little later.... Or else I'll probably just end up seeing it with my mother or Angel. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm living next door to a lake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, srsly. April showers came a liiiitle early this year, and now my neighbour's side yard is flooded again. Like it does every year. I just hope it won't freeze over like it usually does! (That means snow. D:&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Jason dropped me off at home yesterday, I immediently took off my sandals and knee-socks and ran outside to get the mail. (I  took a few detours through the mud.) Then I came inside and changed into Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt and opened up my window. :3 Angel thinks I'm crazy for thinking this weather is warm, but it &lt;i&gt;is! &lt;/i&gt;Fifty degrees Fahrenheit is freaking WARM! Anyone else agree? Let me hear the 'aye's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I mentioned this before, but now it's actually &lt;i&gt;happening&lt;/i&gt;, so I'll go all-out here! (Uh-oh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCHOOL. ANIME. CLUB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck yush. &gt;:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I got the idea when I thought about the club Nellie's school has, then something Emily said really inspired me to talk to other people about it. I mentioned it to Plush, and he was all for it! So we began planning together, researching, trying to figure out how to make it work. We had everything planned, and the only two things left for us to do was to find a teacher that would supervise us, and talk to the school principal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We killed two birds with one stone. &gt;w&lt; (In a way.)&lt;br /&gt;We decided to talk to the art teacher first, Mr. R, because he'd be likely to want to help us. Guess what? He was all for it!!! So we met with him the next day, yesterday, to discuss what we wanted to do and everything. He told us that he talked to the principal, and there's not even any strict club etiquette we have to follow! Pretty much, we just need to have a teacher to supervise (which we have!). And Mr. R even gave us some good ideas! (We're going to watch anime, from the old stuff to the very new stuff. Y'know, to see how anime evolved over the decades? It was sort of both Plush and Mr. R's idea, I think. We're going to start off watching an anime Mr. R has from when he was a kid, back in the '70s.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we just have to get members together (which we're working on), choose a date for the first meeting, and plan out the first meeting. YESSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually happening!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that it works out... Maybe we can all attend that local anime con together this summer! ^w^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8320229235159061708?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8320229235159061708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8320229235159061708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8320229235159061708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8320229235159061708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/soon-well-be-living-in-future.html' title='Soon We&apos;ll Be Living in the Future'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5uj-Ni0ldI/AAAAAAAAED4/K621uUkasIg/s72-c/hope02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3877646247617843809</id><published>2010-03-11T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5modG-O15I/AAAAAAAAEDw/scqGOdaJ5-I/s1600-h/90328.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5modG-O15I/AAAAAAAAEDw/scqGOdaJ5-I/s320/90328.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447570442322630546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I keep saying this, but... Today was suuuch a good day!&lt;div&gt;SRSLY. Even better than the usual 'wonderful.' ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just mindin' my own business, headed to my German class, when Fetus appeared out of no where, walking towards me, put his arm around me, then dragged me to the wall, then said "Hello" and walked off. I still do not understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt;... I walked in for Physical Science, and the first thing I saw was Mrs. C standing in the back  corner, next to this huge movie theatre-style popcorn machine, making popcorn... What?! Then we watched Land of the Lost, because the Juniors had to take the ACTs all this week, and she's a niiiice teacher. On my way out I grabbed a bag for Plushie, since I ate most of his popcorn last Sunday... &gt;.&gt;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed late after school with Plush... Eh, he was supposed to come over, but we met after school and it was kind of like... This: "Do you have a note?" "What?" "Are you riding my bus?" "You never told me that." "Well, that's what we always do!" "Well..." "I'm confused now!!!" So Donald grabbed a back of popcorn Mrs. C was handing out at the corner, said good-bye to his girlfriend, allowed Genaro to take half of his popcorn, and we left. We searched for Jason so he could give us a ride home, but we couldn't find him so we walked around the back of the school and found the art teacher. Guess what? We're starting an anime club at school!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up calling his mother to pick us up, who called his grandmother... Who took us to his house. His mother had salespeople over. (laugh) We walked to my house and played the Sims 3 for three hours. XD (SO TIME CONSUMING.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's raining... And now I'm really sad that my computer isn't next to the window anymore. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tie together a nearly-perfect day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(testing was the only thing keeping it from reaching perfection)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, I am now talking to my best-friend-from-elementary-school for the first time since last summer! =D YUSSSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3877646247617843809?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3877646247617843809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3877646247617843809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3877646247617843809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3877646247617843809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-i-keep-saying-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5modG-O15I/AAAAAAAAEDw/scqGOdaJ5-I/s72-c/90328.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-489343103961102741</id><published>2010-03-10T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:38:22.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes We Need to Just Stop and Breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gev_C3C4I/AAAAAAAAECY/GTLo4YiybQU/s1600-h/Blog+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gev_C3C4I/AAAAAAAAECY/GTLo4YiybQU/s320/Blog+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137559030729602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the day off yesterday, so Angel and I hung out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gewDBTbII/AAAAAAAAECg/46dT2dKND8w/s1600-h/Blog+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gewDBTbII/AAAAAAAAECg/46dT2dKND8w/s320/Blog+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137560097942658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We like hanging out on the railroad tracks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gffJojgLI/AAAAAAAAECw/XPbpX0U8hKE/s1600-h/Blog+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gffJojgLI/AAAAAAAAECw/XPbpX0U8hKE/s320/Blog+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447138369327038642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can get some good pictures that way. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gewSwZ2II/AAAAAAAAECo/1sfRxjdDKSs/s1600-h/Blog+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gewSwZ2II/AAAAAAAAECo/1sfRxjdDKSs/s320/Blog+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137564322027650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes... We feel &lt;i&gt;dangerous&lt;/i&gt;. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gfsu5qX9I/AAAAAAAAEDg/0d_Mr3NxTA4/s1600-h/Blog+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gfsu5qX9I/AAAAAAAAEDg/0d_Mr3NxTA4/s320/Blog+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447138602669203410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wanted to go to the store. So instead of the 3-minute walk on the road from my house, we took the tracks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gfglvEq4I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/8CImbrJMqZk/s1600-h/Blog+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gfglvEq4I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/8CImbrJMqZk/s320/Blog+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447138394050440066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, 'taking the tracks' involves a long, 20-minute trek through a big, snowy corn field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gfgR4Gu2I/AAAAAAAAEDI/yXP53-dKmIQ/s1600-h/Blog+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gfgR4Gu2I/AAAAAAAAEDI/yXP53-dKmIQ/s320/Blog+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447138388719614818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes I can get good shots this way, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gff2dCNMI/AAAAAAAAEDA/lP8akrvjx1s/s1600-h/Blog+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gff2dCNMI/AAAAAAAAEDA/lP8akrvjx1s/s320/Blog+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447138381358314690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good memories. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geRRxJgfI/AAAAAAAAEBg/mvQdPVFEUyo/s1600-h/Blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geRRxJgfI/AAAAAAAAEBg/mvQdPVFEUyo/s320/Blog+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137031480771058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took pictures for four consecutive mornings last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geRnxrRlI/AAAAAAAAEBo/BgBRE7x42b0/s1600-h/Blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geRnxrRlI/AAAAAAAAEBo/BgBRE7x42b0/s320/Blog+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137037388564050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two pictures are both from the first morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geSSxiCXI/AAAAAAAAEB4/OQSmnJy26L4/s1600-h/Blog+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geSSxiCXI/AAAAAAAAEB4/OQSmnJy26L4/s320/Blog+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137048930683250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geSDPueKI/AAAAAAAAEBw/bW8vCr4-Uvw/s1600-h/Blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geSDPueKI/AAAAAAAAEBw/bW8vCr4-Uvw/s1600-h/Blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geSDPueKI/AAAAAAAAEBw/bW8vCr4-Uvw/s320/Blog+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137044762359970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes the sky leaves me breathless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geSz32gjI/AAAAAAAAECA/al5obfLuQKU/s1600-h/Blog+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5geSz32gjI/AAAAAAAAECA/al5obfLuQKU/s320/Blog+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447137057815560754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one was taken from a little closer to the school than the others. I don't know why I didn't use the tree before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courtney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-489343103961102741?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/489343103961102741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=489343103961102741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/489343103961102741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/489343103961102741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-we-need-to-just-stop-and.html' title='Sometimes We Need to Just Stop and Breathe.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gev_C3C4I/AAAAAAAAECY/GTLo4YiybQU/s72-c/Blog+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7588446360640238339</id><published>2010-03-10T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:20:46.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O, to Be Stabbed with a Pudding Fork!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gH_2uZDdI/AAAAAAAAEBY/DjDQSBdDZjY/s1600-h/th_cg23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gH_2uZDdI/AAAAAAAAEBY/DjDQSBdDZjY/s400/th_cg23.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447112542907862482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started German up again this week. &lt;i&gt;Ach ja! Ich liebe Deutsch! ...Und Frühling. Ist sehr schön. Ja, ja. XDD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have lunch wiiith... Plushie, Emily, Linda, Melissa, and Holleigh. ^~^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... I had a &lt;a href="http://pendave.com/img/60-medium-croquette.jpg"&gt;croquette&lt;/a&gt; for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE croquettes!!! I'm going to start experimenting with different flavours soon. How does pumpkin croquette sound? DELICIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also thinking about looking into French meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week is an informational meeting about the German class's trip to &lt;i&gt;Deutschland!!! &lt;/i&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; excited! Every day in German, I daydream about visiting Germany with my class. I can speak German &lt;i&gt;all the time&lt;/i&gt;! Yuuush! And there's a possibility we'll stop in &lt;i&gt;Prague&lt;/i&gt; (Czech Republic) for two days! I can hardly contain my excitement!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to put my German podcasts back on my iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bus Damien told Darcy that he had a small Asian woman in his suitcase. So, naturally, she kicked it and shook it around pretty much most of the ride. At first he told her, "If you kill her, it's your suitcase. There's no way I'm going to jail for this." But by the time we were five miles down the road, he said, "You know what? I give up. She's &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;. And &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; killed her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I came to the conclusion that all of my guy-friends just &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; messing my hair up! I don't know what's up with that! It's weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to go in to school (my grade) at 9:00pm. I wish it was like that every day!!! I woke up without one problem! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXUmcfuWw9Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXUmcfuWw9Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7588446360640238339?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7588446360640238339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7588446360640238339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7588446360640238339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7588446360640238339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-to-be-stabbed-with-pudding-fork.html' title='O, to Be Stabbed with a Pudding Fork!'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5gH_2uZDdI/AAAAAAAAEBY/DjDQSBdDZjY/s72-c/th_cg23.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5655237698349743940</id><published>2010-03-06T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:59:58.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5HqTrWA57I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/oxLazW8nQgA/s1600-h/th_amorphicstock29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5HqTrWA57I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/oxLazW8nQgA/s400/th_amorphicstock29.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445391048241113010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh. I just signed into deviantART after my semi-hiatus, and I have over &lt;i&gt;one hundred &lt;/i&gt;arts to look at! Gooosh...&lt;div&gt;It's becoming almost stressful. I feel like I need to be much more active in the &lt;a href="http://cafe-sixth.deviantart.com/"&gt;Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. I can't keep up... I have considered quitting, but I just can't bring myself to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm.... For lack of words, please watch this video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post sky-photos later. I DUNT WANT TO DO IT NOW. D:&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5655237698349743940?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5655237698349743940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5655237698349743940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5655237698349743940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5655237698349743940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S5HqTrWA57I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/oxLazW8nQgA/s72-c/th_amorphicstock29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8099114974885455985</id><published>2010-03-03T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:14:21.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Dangerous You'll Have to Sign a Waiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S47ZHSUaqFI/AAAAAAAAEAg/QgNoi_L64bM/s1600-h/th_deathnote01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S47ZHSUaqFI/AAAAAAAAEAg/QgNoi_L64bM/s320/th_deathnote01.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444527718737291346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was another wooonderfuuul day!&lt;div&gt;Since exams are coming up, Angel, Chelsie, and I had a Government study session after school, at school. ...Well, this was pretty much our schedule: (I don't know the times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrive in RTR* room (Chels's grandma's office) and drink hot cocoa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit around and chat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chelsie asked Angel a question about the Miranda rights, which naturally led to Angel holding my hands behind my back and yelling and reciting them to me (attempted murder on Chelsie. She stole &lt;a href="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l46/amy_numberseven/ACK/SuperchickBarlowGirl033.jpg"&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/a&gt; and put him on the black market.).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chelsie's grandmother left, and locked the doors on us (they can only open from the inside, where we were). We then had a discussion about how we would get out, if the doors didn't work (through the window, up the windows, and over the school).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take out the study guide and pass it around, quizzing each other for about five to ten minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Break out the snacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel had to go to the bathroom, and we let her back in... Evetually. Chelsie, however.... Well, let's say that after 15 minutes of teasing her through the window, pretending to open the door, and Angel chasing her around the hallway... We eventually got back to studying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiz each other for a little more (little = 3 questions, tops). Then have a discussion about dressing as Naruto characters for Halloween. (Chelsie's idea. I felt so proud of her! Totally ditching my 'Mad Surgeon' idea.) (For the curious, Chels wants to be Sakura, and I'm thinking Naruto. Maybe Hinata for Angel.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love springtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;--- Look, my signature's all &lt;i&gt;springy&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*RTR = pretty much our school's version of detention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8099114974885455985?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8099114974885455985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8099114974885455985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8099114974885455985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8099114974885455985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-was-another-wooonderfuuul-day.html' title='It&apos;s So Dangerous You&apos;ll Have to Sign a Waiver'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S47ZHSUaqFI/AAAAAAAAEAg/QgNoi_L64bM/s72-c/th_deathnote01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-3527804759717315331</id><published>2010-02-27T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:59:20.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S4nJWmlCM1I/AAAAAAAAEAY/185RZfwQ7Tc/s1600-h/th_amorphickino03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S4nJWmlCM1I/AAAAAAAAEAY/185RZfwQ7Tc/s320/th_amorphickino03.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443103014804140882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a wooooonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didn't even realize how happy I was until school was almost out! The sky was simply &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; this morning, and a huge moon was out (it was doing some freaky things! Did anyone else see it??? Besides Plush.). After school Angel told me this story about how she defied the laws of Science and created an atom with four bonds... I forgot what atom it was, but apparently it's impossible for it to do that with that specific atom. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I just spilled lemonade on my wooden computer desk. ORZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I turned in my drawing for the book my lit circle in English is reading, &lt;i&gt;Dear John&lt;/i&gt;. I drew John and Savannah standing back-to-back on the beach, holding hands, sunset in the background. It was &lt;i&gt;cheesy&lt;/i&gt;, but the girls in my group liked it a lot! We took a trip down to the school library because Victoria proposed we make copies, 'cuz she and the other two girls in my group wanted a copy. I couldn't really express it to them, but that meant a lot to me. (It was also pretty embarrassing.) I'm trying to put it on dA, but it wasn't letting me earlier. (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, House is on! Lay-tah! ^___^~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-3527804759717315331?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/3527804759717315331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=3527804759717315331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3527804759717315331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/3527804759717315331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-wooooonderful-day-and-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S4nJWmlCM1I/AAAAAAAAEAY/185RZfwQ7Tc/s72-c/th_amorphickino03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4602090732090296924</id><published>2010-02-18T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:52:39.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S31iRwC56AI/AAAAAAAAEAE/SODLBny7hQo/s1600-h/thegirlwhoinside-759750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S31iRwC56AI/AAAAAAAAEAE/SODLBny7hQo/s320/thegirlwhoinside-759750.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439611982027810818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;Hey all! I am in Creative Writing currently, kind of bored. We're just doing 'peer reviews,' which I did yesterday. (It's all online! Turnitin.com, pretteh sweet.)&lt;div&gt;I'm going to say something I'm sure I have said before: I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my Creative Writing class! Alex or Brandon (I'm not sure whose it is... I'd place my bets on Alex) brought this foot-tall Spiderman figure (it's pretty cool! They bought it for about $2, I think! Awesome, right?). Mr. S was taking pictures with the yearbook camera of the Spiderman figure on Alex's desk, in 'The Thinker" pose (with Alex in the background doing the same pose). XD Then Mr. S placed the figure on top of the laptop cart (above the girls that were on the floor, leaning against it) in a 'RAWR' pose. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaanyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth group was so &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;yesterday! The message was about  'love' (loving other people because we're all human beings-- we are no better than anyone else), and it reminded me and Plushie of &lt;i&gt;To Save A Life&lt;/i&gt;. Afterward I talked to Todd (youth pastor) about the movie, and we had a really great conversation. At the end, he said we'd probably watch it one Wednesday when it comes out on DVD. ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, lunch time. Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4602090732090296924?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4602090732090296924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4602090732090296924&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4602090732090296924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4602090732090296924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-all-i-am-in-creative-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S31iRwC56AI/AAAAAAAAEAE/SODLBny7hQo/s72-c/thegirlwhoinside-759750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5582052590230389647</id><published>2010-02-15T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:03:44.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it up, boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3oDzH9BhzI/AAAAAAAAD_8/3Q8T7WserAo/s1600-h/N39_or-021.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3oDzH9BhzI/AAAAAAAAD_8/3Q8T7WserAo/s320/N39_or-021.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438663676846507826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd better write this post now, or I'll never do it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to the Winterfest basketball game with Plushie (and met up with Angel). Man, I had a lot of fun! Plushie's a pimp, some guy taught me the 'Gangster High-Five', a new adjective was created, and I really like Melissa, Plushie's girlfriend (I'd never actually met her before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll explain some things. The adjective is P's: "shaggy." Definition: adj, Someone who can eat a lot and not gain any weight. Use: "Do you know Plushie? Man, is that guy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shaggy&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;And as for the pimp thing... P put his arms around both my and Melissa's shoulders, and we just walked around like that, for half the game (I know it was half because we started it at half time). Plushie wanted to do one of those finger/gunshot things and wink (like a pimp!), but no one would make eye contact. XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Saturday, Angel and I saw &lt;a href="http://tosavealifemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Save A Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Wow.&lt;br /&gt;If you have not seen this film, please, check all your movie listings! Find a theatre near you that's playing it! And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing... So emotional... Heartbreaking and humorous at the same time. It portrayed high school life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so well&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as this movie goes to DVD, I'm going to talk to my youth pastor about showing it during youth group.&lt;br /&gt;Best line in the film, I think: (paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jake: I just don't know how God could do this to me!&lt;br /&gt;Chris: (softly) Do you ever think He looks down on us and wonders the same thing?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Johnny is my favourite character, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Angel and I determined: if the characters were real, I would date Johnny and she would be Andrea's best friend. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post the trailer one more time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOhhdLROdAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOhhdLROdAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the ice cream scene clip on YouTube, and I was going to post it, but then I decided that I'd better not. It's best to see that scene with the entire movie, as it was meant to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5582052590230389647?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5582052590230389647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5582052590230389647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5582052590230389647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5582052590230389647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-it-up-boy.html' title='Give it up, boy...'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3oDzH9BhzI/AAAAAAAAD_8/3Q8T7WserAo/s72-c/N39_or-021.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7897573304385276823</id><published>2010-02-11T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:31:18.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Courtney is in the House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3RwlGE9fNI/AAAAAAAAD-8/l9gTancV86o/s1600-h/th_amorphicvocaloid08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3RwlGE9fNI/AAAAAAAAD-8/l9gTancV86o/s400/th_amorphicvocaloid08.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437094432731921618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should probably start with the title first.&lt;br /&gt;In Creative Writing class we've had all these journals assignments. The other day Mr. S looked through our notebooks to make sure we had the correct number of entries.&lt;br /&gt;When he came to me, he took a look at my notebook and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh... Courtney, do you plan on becoming a doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Uhm, no, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because you have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;handwriting for it."&lt;br /&gt;Angel: (laughing for five minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not all!&lt;br /&gt;Today he was going over the journals, they're due tomorrow, make sure you have twenty, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's the famous doctor in here?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: *rasies hand slowly*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S: "Haha, that's right. The famous Dr. Courtney*. You're going to have to type yours up." (Then he went on to explain to the class exactly why I am a doctor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch Alex and... Brandon? Were talking about Brandon's spray-coloured hair (it was 'Pop Star Day' for Spirit Week. More on that later), and Alex turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Courtney, is it your medical opinion that blue hair is good for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes it is." (&lt;-- That last one was me.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one last story. XD&lt;br /&gt;We were taking a quiz in Modern English, and for the last extra credit question, Mr. K asked, "What am I getting my girlfriend for Valentine's Day?" He then went around the room to see what everyone said. And how did G answer the question???&lt;br /&gt;"Yourself, covered in whipped cream and chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;The class &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roared&lt;/span&gt; with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, G, that's a TERRIBLE idea!" Mr. K shouted.&lt;br /&gt;I. Could not. Stop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAUGHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click for fullview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDsqolLNI/AAAAAAAAD_0/mZEGwJRE4kw/s1600-h/Winterfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDsqolLNI/AAAAAAAAD_0/mZEGwJRE4kw/s320/Winterfest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437115453525011666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my handwriting. I really don't think it's THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next three pictures are the Juniors' hallway for Spirit Week. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDsFgg5GI/AAAAAAAAD_s/UcIdjPC8-Rs/s1600-h/Winterfest+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDsFgg5GI/AAAAAAAAD_s/UcIdjPC8-Rs/s320/Winterfest+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437115443559064674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDrxSAnmI/AAAAAAAAD_k/WXV4f7EKit4/s1600-h/Winterfest+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDrxSAnmI/AAAAAAAAD_k/WXV4f7EKit4/s320/Winterfest+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437115438129520226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDruFnE9I/AAAAAAAAD_c/VSkfQwjljFU/s1600-h/Winterfest+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3SDruFnE9I/AAAAAAAAD_c/VSkfQwjljFU/s320/Winterfest+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437115437272208338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He actually used my last name, but foo', you don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; my last name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7897573304385276823?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7897573304385276823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7897573304385276823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7897573304385276823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7897573304385276823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/dr-courtney-is-in-house.html' title='Dr. Courtney is in the House!'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3RwlGE9fNI/AAAAAAAAD-8/l9gTancV86o/s72-c/th_amorphicvocaloid08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5477693740996497332</id><published>2010-02-10T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:18:55.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Will Be as Happy as a Bird with a French Fry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3NIgAdIA_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/S9p_kq4GpqU/s1600-h/th_amorphicstock17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3NIgAdIA_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/S9p_kq4GpqU/s400/th_amorphicstock17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436768889881494514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No school today. Snow day. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Save A Life&lt;/span&gt; Sunday. Hopefully I will be able to go on Saturday, if not I will be severely disappointed. At this point, if I had the choice to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Save A Life&lt;/span&gt;, I would choose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Save A Life&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully I will never have to make such a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating meat again. I went two months, but it just wasn't for me, I guess. It put way too much stress on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I learned that Fetus has not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melancholy of Haruhi&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky Star&lt;/span&gt;! D: My view of the world has yet again shifted. This is almost as bad as the time Angel introduced the concept of mathematical anomalies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep procrastinating. And for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; school assignments! All I have to do is revise my English short story, and next thing I know, my dad IMs me and I'm out in the driveway, happily shovelling snow. (For an HOUR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scroll down, on the sidebar, under the Cbox? My adoptables. &gt;w&lt; Click 'em! I want to see them evolve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5477693740996497332?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5477693740996497332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5477693740996497332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5477693740996497332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5477693740996497332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-i-will-be-as-happy-as-bird-with.html' title='Today I Will Be as Happy as a Bird with a French Fry.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S3NIgAdIA_I/AAAAAAAAD-0/S9p_kq4GpqU/s72-c/th_amorphicstock17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-5005729296734504050</id><published>2010-02-05T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:35:44.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Thusfar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2zrAA6jPUI/AAAAAAAAD-s/mF25HV3wTgk/s1600-h/yoite-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2zrAA6jPUI/AAAAAAAAD-s/mF25HV3wTgk/s320/yoite-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434977235807452482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Is that correct? "Thusfar"? Is that even a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;(cough)&lt;br /&gt;I was going to edit my last post, the 'LOL-Worthy Things I Heard Today,' because I forgot to add something, but I'm just writing it here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;"I want to have a kid and name him Stupid, and I'll get a cat and name him Dog, and get a dog and name him Cat. So when people come over, I'll be like, 'Hey, stupid, go get the Cat!' And the people will be like, 'Hey, you can't say that!' But then the kid will bring a dog, and they'll say, 'Ohh, I get it, he really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; stupid!'"&lt;br /&gt;-Kadwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I found that so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; because, well, it is kind of stupid, but, I mean, come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on! &lt;/span&gt;I am trying to imagine his thought process and how that even came into his head... XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Angel and I walked into Creative Writing class late... And the first thing I saw was Alex... Wearing a pink sombrero...&lt;br /&gt;And to which I whispered to Angel, "I never know what to expect in this class."&lt;br /&gt;Because after lunch (we have B lunch-- it's a split class) Alex's desk was missing.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Huh? Wait, what-- Mr. S!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S: What?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Where's my desk?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Well, as you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may have noticed&lt;/span&gt;, my desk is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S: Well, I don't know. That's strange. You think it's in the storage room? But that's not my storage, and it's locked...&lt;br /&gt;Alex: *Frantically searching the other side of the room, as if a desk may have accidentally slipped into someone's bag, along with their notebooks*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S: Oh, what do you know, it's unlocked! But it's not in here. Alex?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: *picking up a desk from the other side of the room* I don't care, I'm taking this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that one turned out to be his anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend's Winterfest! ...Yeah, I'm not going. I was going to participate in Spirit Week, but on Monday our class is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jocks&lt;/span&gt;. It's 'Clique Day,' and I was really hoping for 'Emo,' or 'Goth,' or some other &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(stupid)&lt;/span&gt; stereotype. I would have had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; with Goth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-5005729296734504050?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/5005729296734504050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=5005729296734504050&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5005729296734504050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/5005729296734504050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-thusfar.html' title='Life Thusfar.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2zrAA6jPUI/AAAAAAAAD-s/mF25HV3wTgk/s72-c/yoite-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-7589612151551101521</id><published>2010-02-03T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><title type='text'>LOL-Worthy Things I Heard Today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s380.photobucket.com/albums/oo242/RasinBran/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3dd23a2e228a90_full.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 219px;" src="http://i380.photobucket.com/albums/oo242/RasinBran/3dd23a2e228a90_full.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Talking about the Winterfest dance:) "Well, it's a 'Black and White' ball, I thought I had to invite a black girl!"&lt;br /&gt;-Classmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alex, I'm so glad that when I crossed the line, you just kept racing on past me."&lt;br /&gt;-My Creative Writing teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;^^; I'm obsessed with a new anime now.&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo! It's been so long! (Heheheh.... ^^;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabari&lt;/span&gt;. I will not get into it now, because, man, I may never make it out (laugh), but I loooove it~. I must thank Erik a million times for loaning me the DVDs!!! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, bored, in Algebra (then Creative Writing... Then Government... Then the bus... Yeah.), I drew this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2o3lpzVyvI/AAAAAAAAD-k/bhJyRE7gNyU/s1600-h/Sketch-DUMP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2o3lpzVyvI/AAAAAAAAD-k/bhJyRE7gNyU/s320/Sketch-DUMP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434217020391803634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click for full view, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, sketch-dump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text:&lt;br /&gt;(Top-left:) "Whenever I watch Nabari, I am always interrupted during the best parts. (coughYoitexMiharucough)"&lt;br /&gt;(Top-right:) "I did not draw Sensei. Instead, I drew his soul. After being forced on the train &amp;amp; bus. (laugh)" (Seriously, his fear of vehicles is a really great characteristic!)&lt;br /&gt;(Near the middle, next to the demon-Miharu drawing:) "Miharu's a demon! :O" "The worst kind of ninja (laugh)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the important text. ;)&lt;br /&gt;If you have not noticed/ have not seen or read Nabari.... These are all Nabari characters. :3&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I've been considering posting some of my sketches here, like, once a week or something. The drawings I create in Government class or whatever, that I kind of like, but aren't good enough to put on deviantART. What do you guys think? (If no one replies, I'll just assume that you're not interested in my sketches/the art I submit to dA is good enough. Just saying that because if you ARE interested, say something!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite character is Yoite, by the way. He's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;! (And, you know, with that sexy hat... Kidding! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-7589612151551101521?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/7589612151551101521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=7589612151551101521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7589612151551101521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/7589612151551101521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol-worthy-things-i-heard-today.html' title='LOL-Worthy Things I Heard Today:'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2o3lpzVyvI/AAAAAAAAD-k/bhJyRE7gNyU/s72-c/Sketch-DUMP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-1642813905389003295</id><published>2010-02-01T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:30:31.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>My Desk is Wal-Mart. Good Day, Sir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2de92GpscI/AAAAAAAAD-E/BxjRliQrfuU/s1600-h/th_kino05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2de92GpscI/AAAAAAAAD-E/BxjRliQrfuU/s400/th_kino05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433415892034236866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if anyone remembers, but &lt;a href="http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2009/04/slideshow-is-so-you-dont-miss-out-on-my.html"&gt;last year toothpaste exploded in my backpack&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And last year I spilled soy sauce in my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that cycle could not be broken! I just couldn't get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; break, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one year&lt;/span&gt; without something gross spilling in my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus a few days ago when I felt something wet on my hand. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flesh-coloured&lt;/span&gt;. And smelled funny. Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Upon further inspection, I discovered a container of foundation/cover-up in the mesh-pocket on the side of my backpack. With a HOLE in it.&lt;br /&gt;FOUNDATION.&lt;br /&gt;A HOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IN A GLASS BOTTLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; there! I don'twear foundation! Heck, I rarely wear eyeliner! But sure enough, there was a bottle of foundation in my backpack, spilling its contents all over the side of my bag, on my hand, and a little bit on my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't I get a break?!&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...Crap, I still need to clean that mess up...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; o&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-1642813905389003295?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/1642813905389003295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=1642813905389003295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/1642813905389003295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/1642813905389003295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-desk-is-wal-mart-good-day-sir.html' title='My Desk is Wal-Mart. Good Day, Sir.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2de92GpscI/AAAAAAAAD-E/BxjRliQrfuU/s72-c/th_kino05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-4346906203520073965</id><published>2010-01-31T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><title type='text'>Viynl Tiolet Paper is Good for Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2USqC7Te4I/AAAAAAAAD98/cnJ6WveTEAQ/s1600-h/th_amorphicstock29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2USqC7Te4I/AAAAAAAAD98/cnJ6WveTEAQ/s320/th_amorphicstock29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432769039041788802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One: Here's this great Facebook group you should check out: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?v=wall&amp;amp;ref=mf&amp;amp;gid=309769998495"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt; (XD)&lt;br /&gt;Two: Men are waffles and women are spaghetti. For reasons that I do not fully understand.&lt;br /&gt;Three: Nabari no Ou is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; good anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one does not need an explanation. Other than you should go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two involves a story. Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there lived a boy. He was a strange boy, with a strange name. His name was "Canon", and he spent his time amusing himself with a girl named "Emily" in his Governzment class.&lt;br /&gt;One day in this so-called "Government" class, the teacher gave the students the entire hour to work on a study guide. Many of the students turned their desks around to face one another. On this day, so did a young girl called "Courtney".&lt;br /&gt;Oh, screw it-- It takes way too long to write this way. Basically, Canon came over to talk, and Emily told us that men are waffles and women are spaghetti, according to a book Holleigh read (or something). We discussed this for a bit (I think in the end women were hot dogs, and I don't remember what men were), and we came to this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Canon: There is not one person who does not like bagels. Do you like bagels?&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Canon: *turns to girl across the aisle* Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like bagels?&lt;br /&gt;Brittany: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Canon: It's not an innuendo. Just answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;Brittany: Oh! Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Canon: See?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, now it's going to my goal for the day to find someone who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like bagels!&lt;br /&gt;Canon: You won't find anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, yes I will!&lt;br /&gt;Canon: No, you won't. It's like donuts. You will never find one person who does not like donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. WELL! I showed him (or, I will on Monday)! At a hockey game Friday, I asked my brother, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he doesn't like bagels&lt;/span&gt;! XD Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three. Okay, a few months ago I went to the mall with a friend, and in FYE a magazine caught my eye: the cover featured CLAMP's Syaoran and Sakura from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsubasa&lt;/span&gt;! I was all, "*hooheehooheehoohee* I NEED THIS." (*cough* That actually had very little to do with the rest of this story.) Anyway, in the magazine there was this little mini-poster of some anime. I had not watched the anime, but I put it on my wall, to remind myself to watch it, and because it looked cool. It had two boys sitting on a porch eating ice cream, with the text: "The ninja world is at war. Whatever." (Though I swear, I thought the second boy was a girl! I still do!) It's been there for... A few months. I kept forgetting to watch this anime. But then last week a friend of mine stopped by my desk in Gov (all interesting things happen there!) and said, "I won DVDs of this anime, it's really good. Do you want to borrow it?" I said sure, and he told me the title: "It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabari&lt;/span&gt;. Have you heard of it?" ME: "It sounds familiar, but I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;He brought the DVDs on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've all already figured it out by now, but it was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the anime on that poster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no such thing as coincidence. There is only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitsuzen&lt;/span&gt; ('the inevitable')."&lt;br /&gt;So I guess for some reason, I was meant to watch this anime. XD&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually read all that, I love you. Here, have a funny video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(245, 245, 245);" width="360" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="353"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(229, 229, 229);" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px 1px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jokes.com/"&gt;Jokes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px 5px 0px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 14px;" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 2px 1px 0px 5px;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;" href="http://comedians.comedycentral.com/maria-bamford/videos/maria-bamford---half-empty"&gt;Maria Bamford - Half Empty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 14px; background-color: rgb(53, 53, 53);" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 2px 5px 0px; overflow: hidden; width: 360px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="color: rgb(150, 222, 255); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;" href="http://comedians.comedycentral.com/"&gt;comedians.comedycentral.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="display: block;" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:194731" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="autoPlay=false" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" bgcolor="#000000" width="360" height="301"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 18px;" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px;" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;table style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; width: 33%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jokes.com/"&gt;Joke of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; width: 33%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;" href="http://comedians.comedycentral.com/"&gt;Stand-Up Comedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; width: 33%;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.comedycentral.com/games/index.jhtml"&gt;Free Online Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her on TV today, Maria Bamford. She's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great! &lt;/span&gt;And sounds exactly like Bart Simpson, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-4346906203520073965?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/4346906203520073965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=4346906203520073965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4346906203520073965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/4346906203520073965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/01/viynl-tiolet-paper-is-good-for-your.html' title='Viynl Tiolet Paper is Good for Your Heart'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2USqC7Te4I/AAAAAAAAD98/cnJ6WveTEAQ/s72-c/th_amorphicstock29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-111878556552096530</id><published>2010-01-29T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:07:06.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Things: Second Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2NEELyhV3I/AAAAAAAAD9U/9JhYs8cSpeY/s1600-h/N39_or-020.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2NEELyhV3I/AAAAAAAAD9U/9JhYs8cSpeY/s400/N39_or-020.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432260414213805938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/tinyurl.com/ye7bcyg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to that video I mentioned &lt;a href="http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favourite-things.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So like I mentioned yesterday, I ordered the first disc of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kino no Tabi&lt;/span&gt; on Amazon for a supa-low price.&lt;br /&gt;HERE IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same thing Nellie bought at a dollar store a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD NO IDEA. :O (I'm telling you, I was so surprised when I opened it! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2UO1jOXlDI/AAAAAAAAD90/uvWBhfaDbHY/s1600-h/LIFE+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2UO1jOXlDI/AAAAAAAAD90/uvWBhfaDbHY/s320/LIFE+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432764838643733554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left is the DVD case, partially in the series box (now I need the three other discs to put in the box!). In the middle is a miniature licence plate that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hermes&lt;/span&gt; (which, by the way, is pronounced " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Elemes &lt;/span&gt;". H is silent.). Then to the right is the awesome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kino&lt;/span&gt; picture-book I bought on eBay a few months ago! Which is a little less awesome than I was hoping for when I bought it. It's mostly Japanese text, with few pictures. =_= (It did come with a soundtrack, though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-111878556552096530?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/111878556552096530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=111878556552096530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/111878556552096530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/111878556552096530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favourite-things-second-edition.html' title='My Favourite Things: Second Edition'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2NEELyhV3I/AAAAAAAAD9U/9JhYs8cSpeY/s72-c/N39_or-020.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-8657049143493606858</id><published>2010-01-28T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:29:19.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekness'/><title type='text'>The Sun Shines Brighter... And "Life Goes On"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2JEvpoidfI/AAAAAAAAD9M/sAQYV6aLr5U/s1600-h/th_amorphickino02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2JEvpoidfI/AAAAAAAAD9M/sAQYV6aLr5U/s400/th_amorphickino02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431979685982664178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I sit down to write a new post for my blog, and an hour later, I'm still downloading icons for my blog. XD But I get so excited about that! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which one to use, which one to use?&lt;/span&gt; I found a bunch of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kino no Tabi&lt;/span&gt; icons!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kino no Tabi, I've been going through another (not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; obsessive) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kino&lt;/span&gt; phase again. :D&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday I bought the first disc of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kino no Tabi&lt;/span&gt; on Amazon for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TWO DOLLARS.&lt;/span&gt; (Plus shipping.) Which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; for anime. Then I log into deviantART and what do I see in my inbox? One of the artists I watch (I love her art) drew herself in Kino garb. In the artist comments she said that she now owns a hat just like Kino's, and goggles.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know she liked Kino, so I was surprised enough as it was! (But she gave me the link to the hat on Amazon, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;. I'll have to save up, though. ;) It's a bit expensive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;interesting day, and today was a very good day!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, a list... Uhmm... Ooh! Tooaya's doing a LiveStream! ...&gt;.&gt;;; Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I don't feel like writing a list. XD But yesterday I was asked out and Plushie came to youth group with me and Zach acted like his weird ol' self ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought you were trying &lt;/span&gt;not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to scare him!&lt;/span&gt;" "Did I say that?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I say that?!" &lt;/span&gt;XD), and Plushie tried on my winter coat. Which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; can not get over! XDD I need to get a photograph of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I woke up early, took a shower, submitted Violet's application to Academy of Heroes (6 minutes after admissions opened, but I don't think she was accepted v.v), read my Bible a little bit... I think that did it right there. I've never read my Bible in the morning before, but I think that's what made my day so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-8657049143493606858?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/8657049143493606858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=8657049143493606858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8657049143493606858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/8657049143493606858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/01/sun-shines-brighter-and-life-goes-on.html' title='The Sun Shines Brighter... And &quot;Life Goes On&quot;'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S2JEvpoidfI/AAAAAAAAD9M/sAQYV6aLr5U/s72-c/th_amorphickino02.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-6763803205630976799</id><published>2010-01-26T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:44:19.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Memerymemememe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S1-bD5HnNWI/AAAAAAAAD9E/r_HNTtiUVco/s1600-h/40b983a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S1-bD5HnNWI/AAAAAAAAD9E/r_HNTtiUVco/s400/40b983a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431230166806771042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've done this before, on deviantART. I saw that Andrea posted one she did on MySpace, then Plushie did one on his blog, and now I am doing it again! It is FUN.'&lt;br /&gt;Generator: http://mct421.deviantart.com/art/Question-Meme-Generator-69266481&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If Angel played in a movie, what kind of character would they play?&lt;br /&gt;The evil mastermind, of course. Or the girl who gets the everybody-thinks-he's-hot-but-Courtney-is-secretly-disgusted guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a race between you, Andrea (Muse) and Kassandra, who would win?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; of them run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If Fetus and Nellie teamed up, what would they most likely accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;D: THE HORRORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If Chelsie and Andrea (Muse) were locked in the same (really small) room for longer than a day, what would most likely happen?&lt;br /&gt;Together, the powers of their imagination would have manifested into something so dynamic, it became tangible, and as soon as I open the door to the room, a dragon would fly out and go wreak havoc in the world, under their control.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I will do all I can do to keep those two apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can Rachel be bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;OH HELLS YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;XD Sorry. She can also be a good influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you miss Zach?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wow, I do, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What musical instrument would Nellie most likely play?&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH HORN.&lt;br /&gt;O.o First thing that came into my head. (I probably said that because I have two friends who play French horn.) Something brass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you think Donald is a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is or would be a good nickname for Genaro?&lt;br /&gt;"Chocolate". REVENGE FOR "VANILLA". D:&lt; (Actually, that wouldn't work, since my nickname is Coco. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you do if Fetus and Cody were going out?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come ON, Fetus! Must you corrupt ALL the nice young men?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841029595965858380-6763803205630976799?l=peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/feeds/6763803205630976799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841029595965858380&amp;postID=6763803205630976799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/6763803205630976799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841029595965858380/posts/default/6763803205630976799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaches-and-snow.blogspot.com/2010/01/memerymemememe.html' title='Memerymemememe.'/><author><name>Ghostie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16962502019078848250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/TLCM2t6wiBI/AAAAAAAAEqA/Tmr8GFmvQfM/S220/59088_128502513863492_100001112323332_150023_3849765_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S1-bD5HnNWI/AAAAAAAAD9E/r_HNTtiUVco/s72-c/40b983a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841029595965858380.post-699565012253065431</id><published>2010-01-25T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:41:28.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Shoes and Ships and Sealing-Wax.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S142vCMlDvI/AAAAAAAAD88/gzBsr1gui64/s1600-h/to_save_a_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gudhYalgCc/S142vCMlDvI/AAAAAAAAD88/gzBsr1gui64/s200/to_save_a_life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838382326779634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bunch of my friends (Amber, Rachel, Plushie) went with their youth group to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Save A Life&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really jealous, 'cuz I really wanted to see that movie. It looks like something that would be really meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOhhdLROdAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOhhdLROdAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" h
