tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569830466513801132024-02-07T18:56:12.437-06:00Jellyfish's JournalRhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-49851972162217660242011-12-22T20:46:00.001-06:002011-12-22T22:02:56.750-06:00Obsessed Rant on Blythe number twoI FOUND OUT MORE.<br />
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*squeals of girly happiness*<br />
I just spent an hour on the internet researching the little Blythes.<br />
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My initial reaction to the millions of possibilities was something like<br />
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Blythe, when I get her, will become my newest hobby.<br />
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You know why people get them?<br />
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Because they get to make them any way they choose. Showcase their skills.<br />
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Here is a normal Blythe.<br />
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Ok!<br />
Well, I'm to going THIS far, but people like to re-do their faces their own way.<br />
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Then people use clothes, customize, sew, all the jazz. You can buy tons of clothes online. *shakes purse* 'm going to save some of that fat paycheck for some mini outfits!!<br />
Or I can put my excellent (that was sarcasm, I REALLY fail at sewing) skills to use to sew some up.<br />
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</div>And, people love to play with the hair.<br />
I sort of bought mine for her white eyes and her hair, so that won't be a problems. However, some dolls have amazing wigs that you can buy. I almost want a cheap bald Blythe to used cute short wigs on. or some with REALLY short hair.<br />
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But my favorite thing is the changing of the eyes.<br />
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It looks incredibly simple.<br />
You need two glue sticks, a lighter, and some hobby glue.<br />
You heat up the glues sticks, and stick on on each eye disk thing.<br />
Wait a bit, and then tug it off.<br />
Then pick off the eyes.<br />
You can put foil behind it to make it glow the the doll has below or use new ones, and as I showed above, you can EASILY buy new ones.<br />
Look at all those combinations.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Can you blame me for my intense excitement?!</div>I can get freakishly girly and obsessive over these dollies and stuff.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">God, thanks for making me a girl :D I didn't like being a girl for the start of puberty *cough* (didn't think I needed to say that, but...) but now I'm freaking lovin' it. I get to shamelessly play with dollies and be weird and girly and get away with being boyish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So like I said before, I have a world of opportunity ahead, with so many different things to do to my own doll!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't wait for my birthday :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's my doll again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I get her in January, around the 6th. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>I love all the eyes, but the reddish ones could be better :/<br />
I might change those.<br />
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She comes with her outfit, an additional dress, shoes, and a stand.<br />
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Be jealous.<br />
Be <i>very</i> jealous.<br />
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*head explodes with knowledge of Blythe awesomeness*<br />
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Prepare for an essay of girly obsession. Dollies are the only thing that can bring out this much girlishness in me.<br />
The Kiddles have lasted for SO long.<br />
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So I went to Toys <span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">'</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;">Я' </span>Us the other day, swearing not to buy ANYTHING. I'm done with toys. It was an obsession to the age 15. I freaking love toys.<br />
No more Littlest Pet Shop for sure.<br />
I'd buy Kiddles when I could - but they don't count because they're technically collectors items and not toys for kids. And I collect them for sure.<br />
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but I cam across something new.<br />
Hasbro, the Littlest Pet Shop brand, mixed Blythe dolls with Littlest Pet shop.<br />
I loved it immediately and bought a set.<br />
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Then I went home to feed my excitement with internet picture until Christmas.<br />
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Then I found something EVEN BETTER.<br />
Real Blythe dolls. I don't care about Littlest Pet Shop, but I wanted that doll.<br />
She's like, 5 inches tall. Real ones are a foot tall.<br />
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So I returned the small set, and I got a REAL one.<br />
The object of many girls' obsessions.<br />
Not usually given to those of younger age.<br />
NEEDED by young and old women at some point in their lives.<br />
It's the amazing Blythe doll!<br />
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I spent hours on eBay, because there are many different types of dolls.<br />
There's the real Kenner ones, that go for almost one thousand dollars.<br />
Then there's the secondary ones, usually heavily customized, for a few hundred.<br />
And millions, and millions, and MILLIONS of clothes and accessories.<br />
I narrowed it down over and over ad over again until I came across an array of cheaper ones for 35 dollars.<br />
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So I figure before I click on it, "Well, I can return the one I have, that's minus 15 bucks, then there's the 10 dollars Christmas money I have left, so then I only have to pay ten or so dollars towards it."<br />
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I looked at all the ones the seller had, and took several days trying to decide. It was EXTREMELY hard.<br />
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Finally I got one. It should come before the end of the second week of January.<br />
Worth it.<br />
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Now you might ask what they are or what they do or what I will use it for.<br />
Well.<br />
They are 12" dolls that are widely bought for their awesomeness. They are mostly known for the fact that they can change their eyes. You can select 4 different ones. Their basic colors are blue, green, red, and either white or pink. They are customized in many ways - their eyes changed, faces changed, hair changed, millions of (not-so-cheap) clothes options...there's a world of opportunity. I'm going to jump into that world with my own doll.<br />
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Here's ton of pictures of the dolls :D<br />
I'll tease you with awesome ones, and then end it with a picture of my rather plain one that I will be getting shortly!<br />
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pictures 1, 2, 8, 9, 10, 14, 21 and 22 have basic faces, like mine will have. Many of the others have been 'customized'.<br />
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There's a lot of potential in her, plus I get another dress, a pair of shoes, and a stand.Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-57440458219743601262011-12-09T15:10:00.000-06:002011-12-09T15:10:03.028-06:00Robots, a Phone, and Writer's Block<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hU7exjFVA2kbqL-c7IHwSqLaCJrzvzzE0lnkHunEBINMkLKUfn27ewuloTz9KyTJdCEnz_Lg6Z18YrchM6D-dwiR0YsPjHXh3ZYdtwMPj0KLbfITVAntmQp_3OmTrNZcfJi5g_yY_MZi/s1600/aisha-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hU7exjFVA2kbqL-c7IHwSqLaCJrzvzzE0lnkHunEBINMkLKUfn27ewuloTz9KyTJdCEnz_Lg6Z18YrchM6D-dwiR0YsPjHXh3ZYdtwMPj0KLbfITVAntmQp_3OmTrNZcfJi5g_yY_MZi/s320/aisha-art.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br />
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I drew all those recently. They're a cat thing, a bug, a griffin-like animal, an alien thing, and a dragon. All robotic and shiny and Photoshop edited :D<br />
I used lots of effects but there's a lot of the original piece in there.<br />
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I GOT A NEW PHONE FOR TEXTING AS WELL :D I haven't gotten a new phone in 4 years.<br />
I'M SO FLIPPING (literally) HAPPY :D<br />
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But the worst news ever...<br />
all the chapters I'm writing in my book are at slow, lame, unimaginationful parts and I can't figure out how to connect them to awesome new parts.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">MY BRAIN IS SOOOOO FRIED.</span><br />
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My work people are dumping hours on me, which is good and bad.<br />
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Today I have yet another non school day because of work and then shopping :/<br />
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Oh well.Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-83038663968256921322011-12-07T17:12:00.002-06:002011-12-07T17:21:52.976-06:00coming undone<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CSJXle3LP_Q?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Trigger between my eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">please strike</div><div style="text-align: center;">make it quick now</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">since I was young</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've tasted sorrow on my tongue</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">choke, choke again</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I find my demons were my friends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">getting me in the end, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they're out to get me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that's right, deliver it to my heart</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">please strike, be deliberate</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">keep holding on</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">while my brain's ticking like a bomb</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">guess the black thoughts have come</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">again</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to get me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">wait, I''m starting to suffocate</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and soon I anticipate</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm coming undone...what looks so strong, so delicate</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm trying to hold it together</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">head is lighter than a feather</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">looks like I'm not getting better</div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-41473920131569603102011-12-07T17:09:00.002-06:002011-12-07T17:11:28.457-06:00I never realized how strange I am<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2S1p_HjaUrvC2tlc5ykI_DxuudszVRTXEfkiG0PKEtHfUb8d6flVSNaDYRT_OSm5B29DiGrHRuylauBqSd5Xq2ubpDhc1tE66df0tLZR8t7QNXMrEymz3dsqYsPSOGNh0je_g8OPc9Y1d/s1600/creepiest+owls.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2S1p_HjaUrvC2tlc5ykI_DxuudszVRTXEfkiG0PKEtHfUb8d6flVSNaDYRT_OSm5B29DiGrHRuylauBqSd5Xq2ubpDhc1tE66df0tLZR8t7QNXMrEymz3dsqYsPSOGNh0je_g8OPc9Y1d/s400/creepiest+owls.gif" width="400" /></a></div>UNTIL NOW.<br />
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Nothing told me, but after searching through my computer and stuff, I have confirmed this.<br />
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Is it a bad thing?<br />
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Are you irritated with me?<br />
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Is my morbid book, love of strange things like beheaded dolls and blood and weird owl things ok?<br />
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Why do I have naked baby doll earrings and a chicken toy that lays a squishy egg?<br />
Why do these things fascinate me?<br />
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I don't know about myself.<br />
Everyone else is so awesome and normal and gets along. I sit around listening to Korn under a skull-with-a-mohawk-hat.<br />
People ignore my emails too.<br />
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I just wonder, am I really a not cool person? A weirdo? Someone people don't want to be friends with?<br />
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True, I have realllllly close awesome friends.<br />
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They are just like me as well.<br />
I can pester them with whisks and have a great old time listening to music with them and getting in odd costumes with them.<br />
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Perhaps I'm down on being alone, relationship wise.<br />
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Someday, a person like one of my friends; who is as weird as I am and likes me for who I am, will appear.<br />
Hopefully.<br />
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What do I do wrong?<br />
I don't understand.<br />
What is my biggest problem?<br />
Care to tell me what's wrong with me?<br />
What are my faults (gently, please, I don't need some hash-slinging-slashers)?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with me.</div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-46887850070904321002011-12-07T16:54:00.003-06:002011-12-07T22:43:10.444-06:00Dictionary Entry: Lovechicken<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWTIPU178dMtvuHKzfI1_U2U2ud0I2RQa0Sm_HTRbetJ18XelvqWVdWqojKImphjMUMfK-Nt51L-q6XLwWGy0WaMS9EgeMIR2zoBcWwNVxlIflu_cH9FbonFPvAHKreqqEgtM8VyvXuIh/s1600/lovechicken.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWTIPU178dMtvuHKzfI1_U2U2ud0I2RQa0Sm_HTRbetJ18XelvqWVdWqojKImphjMUMfK-Nt51L-q6XLwWGy0WaMS9EgeMIR2zoBcWwNVxlIflu_cH9FbonFPvAHKreqqEgtM8VyvXuIh/s400/lovechicken.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="header" style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; word-wrap: break-word;"><h2 class="me" style="color: black; display: inline; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">love·</h2><h2 class="me" style="color: black; display: inline; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">chick·en</h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="pronset" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><embed align="texttop" flashvars="soundUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsp.dictionary.com%2Fdictstatic%2Fdictionary%2Faudio%2Fluna%2FL03%2FL0390900.mp3&clkLogProxyUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fwhatzup.html&t=a&d=d&s=di&c=a&ti=1&ai=51359&l=dir&o=0&sv=00000000&ip=4887c473&u=audio" height="15" id="speaker" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" salign="t" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/d/g/speaker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="17" wmode="transparent"></embed><span class="pronset"><embed align="texttop" flashvars="soundUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsp.dictionary.com%2Fdictstatic%2Fdictionary%2Faudio%2Fluna%2FC03%2FC0390900.mp3&clkLogProxyUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fwhatzup.html&t=a&d=d&s=di&c=a&ti=1&ai=51359&l=dir&o=0&sv=00000000&ip=4887c473&u=audio" height="15" id="speaker" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" salign="t" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/d/g/speaker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="17" wmode="transparent"></embed></span> <span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">[</span><span class="pron" style="display: inline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">luhv-</span></span><span class="pron" style="display: inline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="boldface" style="font-weight: 700;">chik</span>-<span class="ital-inline" style="display: inline; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic;">uh'</span>n</span><span class="prondelim" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">]</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></div><div class="body" style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="pbk" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="pg" style="display: inline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; padding-right: 3px;"><span id="hotword" style="position: static;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; position: static;">noun</span></span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a person who is awesome in a weird way and likes great music</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a close friend of a select group of epic people called lovechicken</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a group of interesting people of the awesome variety who must dress in costumes and act accordingly</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">one must enjoy very public displays of immaturity, rebelliousness, and humorous oddness in order to be a qualified lovechicken</span></span></li>
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</span></span></span></div></div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-18876371018386959552011-12-07T15:32:00.002-06:002011-12-07T17:27:53.454-06:00Korn - Somebody Someone<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/igX0ZEJKXsQ?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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This song reminds me of now.<br />
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Ride in a car and turn it on.<br />
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And look out the window, be in your own movie, be a character of your imagination.<br />
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I use this as fuel for a single messed up book.<br />
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♪ IIIIIIIIIIII neeeeeeeeeeeeddd someboddddyyy, someonnnnnnnnneee ♫<br />
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Congratulate me!<br />
This is a great milestone. My last milestone, 200 pages, is a whole 21,000 words less.<br />
I put in so much important content for this.<br />
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It <i>was</i> 300 earlier, but I re-formatted the pages to fit a lot more content.<br />
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Two clicks and the pages looked better. But I cut them down a good 60 pages.<br />
Then I fixed some paragraphs (you have to press enter twice to really start a new paragraph and I forgot to do it a lot) and that gained twenty pages.<br />
And I wrote another forty yesterday.<br />
I got it back to three hundred AND made the pages look better and hold more text.<br />
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Here you go.<br />
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Amazing, isn't it?<br />
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In a great celebration for this moment I created a new cover for the book. I will also be keeping the other one there, but this one I like better.<br />
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</div>and it has the amazing 'Shady Lady' font I love.<br />
To make covers, you have to resize the image right and then make it behind the text, align the text on it and color it and stuff, then save it as PDF and then snip it and save the image.<br />
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Ta-dah.<br />
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To make matters better, I will post a few pictures of inspiration (which are epically dark and stuff, just ignore the fact they are pretty cre<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">epy) that I got when i as writing the book AND a list of songs that have really pushed me to do it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Songs that inspired me:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"> Wiseblood, Man Or Ash, Long Whip, Perals Before Swine, Bottom Feeder, Deliverance, Seven Days, Senor Limpio, Shake Like You, Fuel, The Door, Albatross, Heaven's Not Overflowing, Clean My Wounds, Born Again For the Last Time, Take What You Want, and The Snake Has No Head by Corrosion of Conformity. Did My Time, Lies, Word up, Clown, Blind, Kidnap the Sandy Claws, Ball Tongue, Shoots and Ladders, Right Now, Here To Stay, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Politics</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">, Twisted Transistor, Coming Undone, Get Up, Make Believe, Take it Back by Korn. Battering Ram and Overlord by Black Label Society, Bad Medicine by Bon Jovi, Panama by Van Halen. Again, Heaven Besides You, Check My Brain, Angry Chair, Bleed the Freak, Get Born Again, Head Creeps, I Stay Away, Lesson Learned, No Excuses, Rooster, Them Bones, We Die Young, and Would? by Alice In Chains. Indestructible, Inside the Fire, Down with the Sickness, and Stricken by </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Disturbed PLUS a good dozen or two more, like some of the SlipKnot songs.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Pictures that inspired me (beware =_=):</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pretty awesome, huh?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you drag those to the top of the browser, it'll open it full size in a new tab.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are my old milestones xD one is only 174 pages. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">40,000 words</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">35,000 words/170 pages</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">200 pages</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">8 chapters total/five completed chapters</td></tr>
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As you can see, these milestones are hardly awesome in the light of my GREATEST ONE SO FAR :D<br />
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</div><div>Just scroll back up to the top to see my awesome current three-hundred-page milestone!</div><div><br />
</div><div>REMEMBER you can drag any pictures to the top of your browser and see a nice big full view. </div><div><br />
</div><div>As for me, I <i>should</i> do school, though I just realized a ton of mistakes in the beginning of my book concerning technicalities *mutters something about aunts and jobs and mirrors*</div><div><br />
</div><div>AND I HAVE HOMESTYLE BAKES IN THE OVER ALL FOR MYSELF FOR LUNCH OH MY GOSH. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And I have work tonight. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Whoop.</div><div><br />
</div><div>See you later :D :D :D :D<br />
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</div></div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-59188588762379942502011-11-17T01:12:00.000-06:002011-11-17T01:12:34.313-06:00Disclaimer: Abnormally Girly Geekiness in this post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are not responsible for any injuries, especially from 16 year-old girls with bags of pretty shirts having drunken too many Pepsis running on the loose.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">krafituh kituh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">disinsectant fray.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">blarb.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The freaking insanity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went to the mall ALL day yesterday, and got awesome black clothes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm geeking out about it /intense girly hype mode activate/ because they are SO cute *squeal*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll burnt the eyes out of my customers with my fashion. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*cough*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyways, I'm pleased over getting a paper done and catching up in Prose and Poetry though I'm completely behind in Physics. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">FML. </div><br />
I also feel awful for spending too much on a Kiddle and one cord for my headphones D': hopefully my father won't bite me for it.<br />
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Anyways, I really only feel like talking about myself and listening to a strange miz of Guns and Roses and Nightmare Before Christmas cover songs, so I best leave you be to get some sleep.<br />
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I can't have bags under my eyes for my job orientation.<br />
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*girly squeal* I get to wear a cute outfit tomorrow with awesome huge star earrings!<br />
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*prances away*Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-29917487148002202042011-11-14T19:13:00.000-06:002011-11-14T19:15:24.896-06:00A Grand New Job<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8slfz2rW2y53CLiBpnqXMhXXDLKZ_dmXFbhO-WWZZzyrxuD6U0E10MLlIqfkWY7aU5AdQhHkZqZPSKJZxZBz5FquGCbfP1qScd4OfywRDXwlqioaPHsdMN4WhyphenhyphenIQ6VPbx8IieMq1Glrz/s1600/hello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8slfz2rW2y53CLiBpnqXMhXXDLKZ_dmXFbhO-WWZZzyrxuD6U0E10MLlIqfkWY7aU5AdQhHkZqZPSKJZxZBz5FquGCbfP1qScd4OfywRDXwlqioaPHsdMN4WhyphenhyphenIQ6VPbx8IieMq1Glrz/s200/hello.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Congratulate me :D<br />
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Okay. so after applying for Pick N Save, Kmart, Walgreens, McDonald's, Cousin's Subs, Burlington Coat Factory, Boston Store, and Target, I got a call from one of the places for an interview.<br />
<br />
So I went in, had my interview (it was about a half-hour long) and came out hopeful.<br />
<br />
Later that night, not more than a few hours later, I got another call.<br />
A job offer.<br />
<br />
I am more than excited to start working, and pull in a little cash. I really have been down on allowance :/ I could use some on the side to feed a not-too-intense-but-still-labelled-under obsession on Kiddles, seeing as all the richer collectors get their grubby hands in the works right as the auction time comes down and takes my Kiddles from me.<br />
Money.<br />
And I'll get to be with people all day. I love people.<br />
I love you if you're reading this, too.<br />
Love.<br />
<br />
Unfortunately, it's only seasonal.<br />
It means I'll give one hundred and ten percent to stay on board.<br />
Hopefully after all we've been through in the end, I'll get to stay with the team. C:<br />
<br />
I go in four days from now for a little orientation.<br />
<br />
This is going to rock.<br />
<br />
Unfortunately their dress code is a lot of black and I have a rather colorful wardrobe.<br />
That's cool.<br />
My parents are more than thrilled at the fact I get a job and they will take me out to get some clothes.<br />
Black is slimming.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">SO, anyways, wish me luck going out into the world of people, retail, and germs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Preparing for work. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5...4...3...2...1</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-55720072659642521872011-11-09T12:17:00.000-06:002011-11-09T12:23:03.665-06:00Dragged Into Kiddles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fashion-doll-guide.com/image-files/storybook-kiddles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://www.fashion-doll-guide.com/image-files/storybook-kiddles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I was at my friend's house the other day (you know who you are ;) and her sister waved an old kiddle in my face.<br />
Being as I normally get into Kiddles when the holidays come around, my friend's sister (also my friend xD) really gave it a kick start.<br />
<br />
I looked around to see that Kiddles were going up in price. It's insane really. I cannot believe the money you'd have to pay for - or I'd get for selling - even crappier Kiddles.<br />
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Here are two, perfect, in their packages.<br />
I have neither of them xD<br />
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Most Kiddles today, because they were made in the 60s, look like this<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BUT if you see a lot like THIS</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blog.fashion-doll-guide.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/608kiddles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://blog.fashion-doll-guide.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/608kiddles.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>it'l fetch you 1,300 dollars.<br />
That's what that lot went for. Perfect set of dolls.<br />
As for me, my dolls have plenty of imperfections and overall are pretty played with.<br />
As for my friend's mom's doll, which is an original Kiddle Kologne Honeysuckle doll in played with condition, her's is worth about 15 bucks, not unlike mine.<br />
But I have 12. Only five are that small (I find those adorably fun to play with because they have rubber feet).<br />
I'll take a picture of them now while celebrating this post for being the most kiddle-ish and most full of pictures of ALL my posts.<br />
Probably the happiest for awhile as well.<br />
HERE :D<br />
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The name I gave them (the kind of Kiddle they are)<br />
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From top left:<br />
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Sara (Babe Biddle)<br />
Cindy (Cinderiddle)<br />
Gwen (Sleeping Biddle)<br />
Tasmin (Lady Lavender)<br />
Therese (Freezy Sliddle)<br />
Nora (Windy Fliddle)<br />
<br />
From bottom left:<br />
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Susie (Trikey Triddle)<br />
Genevieve (Violet Kiddle Kologne)<br />
Audyn (Lou Locket)<br />
Demetra (Luana Locket)<br />
Ivana (Greta Grape)<br />
Lucille (Lilac Locket)<br />
<br />
I do love them all, but tend to play with the littler ones because the bigger ones' hair is all frizz xD PLUS, the little ones are much eviller looking than they're supposed to. Most of the lockets and stuff have adorable baby faces that are sweet or innocent, and all mine are frightfully and oddly different in facial expression.<br />
<br />
The most perfect hair in the bunch is Demetra's.<br />
Nora is my most perfect Kiddle, all bends, nice hair, good color, no green spots.<br />
My most damaged one is Sara, who's arm is falling off, is missing half a leg and a foot, has a green spot on her butt, has hair missing and wires poking out.<br />
I got her for 75 cents at Goodwill though.<br />
I used Ivana and Demetra, the Kiddles, and put them in my book. :D That's where they come from.<br />
<br />
Only Susie and Nora are wearing their original clothes in the picture besides the tiny ones (who are forced to be clothed for eternity unless they are owned by a destructive and explorative child), but Tasmin, Cindy, and Therese have their real clothes as well (though they don't look so great in those original clothes all the time).<br />
<br />
I love them.<br />
<br />
I'll probably buy one or two more in this small obsession, put them in their house and let them rot all summer, and get back into them again xD<br />
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One last ADORABLE picture of Liddle Miss Muffet's kiddle spider.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRjDte2vr6m7kKk8iSXG-qcRnO9RrKQVUWfSBuDhgFwej5NQgnaQVRSiVaXnFoJCv_0A0oCadAeW6vounC8JVMxMPiBShzh1ExJcwfXplPh3cZAVnxDgeXISkV8OdH01myfFWCeh4PZZ3F/s1600/kiddlespider.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRjDte2vr6m7kKk8iSXG-qcRnO9RrKQVUWfSBuDhgFwej5NQgnaQVRSiVaXnFoJCv_0A0oCadAeW6vounC8JVMxMPiBShzh1ExJcwfXplPh3cZAVnxDgeXISkV8OdH01myfFWCeh4PZZ3F/s400/kiddlespider.PNG" width="400" /></a></div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-13674006696126698622011-11-04T10:50:00.000-05:002011-11-04T10:50:14.239-05:00SATs, Physics, and Injuries, oh my<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdlXwc7ESgTRPkKtk2NeaL2hX1iIOvr1xMkKQ5E3x_DPjnD75iug_wNZwvV1YrZchYEjbVeTkA1RCQWYF95tz18Zh3eGxIabG5QmsrdLd2c7WORnSkQPuXAGXncxHjPdsbF6IhjTXZ3E_/s1600/snakebrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHdlXwc7ESgTRPkKtk2NeaL2hX1iIOvr1xMkKQ5E3x_DPjnD75iug_wNZwvV1YrZchYEjbVeTkA1RCQWYF95tz18Zh3eGxIabG5QmsrdLd2c7WORnSkQPuXAGXncxHjPdsbF6IhjTXZ3E_/s320/snakebrain.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br />
TOO MUCH THINKING *explosion*<br />
My head is at the mercy of everything else.<br />
<br />
I was on the swings like I normally do, listening to music and stuff, when I heard BUMPBUMP and I was on the ground and my head had a stinging pain, and I had hit the fence really hard, and I looked to see the swing broken apart.<br />
First thought, "MY HEADPHONES!" and I stopped the music and checked my headphones.<br />
<br />
Then I felt the pain.<br />
I stood up and walked to the house and I put my hand behind my head.<br />
LOTS OF BLOOD. My hand was covered in blood.<br />
We went to the ER.<br />
I got 9 staples in my head.<br />
Pleasant.<br />
<br />
Now SATs are tomorrow /shiver/ HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE?!<br />
I've been doing practice tests ;__; hopefully that will do some good.<br />
<br />
WOWEE TWO WEEKS BEHIND IN PHYSICS<br />
<br />
AND I HAVE A BOOK REPORT DUE NEXT WEEK.<br />
<br />
<br />
heeellllpppppppppp<br />
<br />
Also I need a job really badly.<br />
I was only successfully able to apply to Target, Noodles and Co., and Boston Store.<br />
More applications should go in later.<br />
<br />
I have too much school now.<br />
/gets off internet to do two Physics tests and lesson and more SAT training.Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-45294792879114063272011-11-01T15:12:00.000-05:002011-11-01T15:14:10.611-05:00Working working working working<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVafhyphenhyphenXFhEcp9RPOtKyKZsefDoohg_0l3vOfijuS8dX2xcVEfJ47eQQ8tXyvby4Cyhu_J5o_klb9mGy8ae0k5VUOTq42VgbSOC2o3OJMhyphenhyphensCGUy8jGK-HEuUic0Ijjp1DswIAv_SfF_lU/s1600/barnacles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwVafhyphenhyphenXFhEcp9RPOtKyKZsefDoohg_0l3vOfijuS8dX2xcVEfJ47eQQ8tXyvby4Cyhu_J5o_klb9mGy8ae0k5VUOTq42VgbSOC2o3OJMhyphenhyphensCGUy8jGK-HEuUic0Ijjp1DswIAv_SfF_lU/s320/barnacles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gosh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Why does everything have to suck?! WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO COLLEGE NEXT YEAR?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's not fair. I'm supposed to be a junior. My parents think it's stupid that I'd want to stay home from college next year, maybe get a job or something. =_= I'm not ready. I'm barely a junior, really, maturity wise and I can't do it. I can't handle that now. I'm so exhausted. I feel helpless in this. I am broke, and expected to pay for this. My parents don't care how many loans I'll have to take out for this O_O the horrible, wracking interest I will have to pay......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have SATs this Saturday and I'm totally unprepared. I have so much Physics to do...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I need to get away from the computer but I'm so stressed out about stuff. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every day I have to care about so many people. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My parents don't even notice the good. They even bring up stuff from when I was 3, and the won't let it go and say how I've never changed. I feel that o matter what I do I can't be good enough for them, or good enough for the world, and that they'd rather have a different kid than me. A normal kid from a real school. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's not fair. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a load of <strike>shit</strike> barnacles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm finished. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*goes to gorge self on halloween candy and do physics*</div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-52908194936588564032011-11-01T15:06:00.000-05:002011-11-01T15:06:26.154-05:00We have gotten a facelift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aNEqkdu35wfQ27wQVjua6gt2eNd-7BOFLhOnBJoGrNlD5Oa4OKYE4Cwwd2bWsEERWp3JEJqecrgUzxkbRF27wfYmu_zxUK4lNiuSqlRMgM1vaAC60p9I8pDhq3lhd9TL_8RtI738KOIG/s1600/take+a+number.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aNEqkdu35wfQ27wQVjua6gt2eNd-7BOFLhOnBJoGrNlD5Oa4OKYE4Cwwd2bWsEERWp3JEJqecrgUzxkbRF27wfYmu_zxUK4lNiuSqlRMgM1vaAC60p9I8pDhq3lhd9TL_8RtI738KOIG/s320/take+a+number.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Yep.<br />
If you haven't noticed by now, the site has a little makeover.<br />
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You don't like it?<br />
Take a number.Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-29552186282233853132011-10-31T21:25:00.000-05:002011-10-31T21:28:28.234-05:00My Favorite Clips From Day Versus NightI have the perfect idea of what I'm putting into my book, but half the time it doesn't come out the way I wanted it to.<br />
Well, sometimes it goes BETTER than what I wanted it to. These are some of the clips that actually came out half-decent that I am rather fond of.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">It was already getting dim out when we reached a dark looking old Victorian home. It was white, and dirty. The paint on the edges of the roof was peeling, and chips of the roof were flapping off the house. The windows were foggy and their wooden frames seemed immovably old. The screen door in front was torn in many places, and the heavy from door behind it had bars. Aisha didn’t like the look of this place at all.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">“Just how I left it,” she said worriedly. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">I knew somewhere in her heart she wanted to go home. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Gingerly, she climbed the front steps and rung the bell. It sounded like a sort of buzzer, rather than a bell. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Nothing happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Aisha bit her cheeks, waited, and rung again. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">The house stayed dark and quiet. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">All of a sudden, a single hall light burst on, coming out distorted through the foggy glass. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">A very puffy-eyed scraggly red-haired woman opened the door, which screeched in defiance to being moved and complaint to its WD-40 deficiency. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">“AISHA!” sobbed the woman, her face filled with a light that made me feel incredibly odd, almost sad. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">“I thought I lost everything, your father and now you…but you’re not gone…you’re here…Aisha…” she cried all over Aisha while smothering her with a hug. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">Aisha didn’t say anything but graciously accepted the strangling embrace. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">It was a fantastic moment."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">and another:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">To pass the walking time away, we reminisced about our old friends.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">“I remember when Will ran away, and we all had to find him. When we did, we all thought that it was pretty fun and spent forever playing this intense game of hide-and-seek,” chuckled Tom. Gary nodded. “I remember that. Once where we had just started the band, the four of us had a crappy gig at a bar somewhere in the city. After the show we took turns taking the equipment out to the truck. Man, we parked in the side alley and some creepo decided to go after Jezebel. It was funny when she totally went after him,” said Gary with a smile. He spent a while to remember it for himself in his mind. “Once Callie and I were playing this horrible prank on some of the jocks on the football team in her college” started Michael, suppressing a laugh. “Those guys totally retaliated. The bunches of us had a big prank war. Callie hid in their fridge with her favorite mask on. Even I get creeped out at it; it’s a wooden mask that has angry slit eyes and a bird beak. Anyways, they opened the fridge and she said in a really weird voice, ‘Have a drink,’ and exploded a liter of soda all over their faces.” All of us laughed at that one. Callie, I remember, loved masks. She had a whole ton, most of them were very unique and particularly creepy."</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">an interesting bowling scene...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">" <o:p></o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">Callie raised an eyebrow when I didn’t go right away. I knew she wanted to go soon; her turn was after mine. I bit my lip, and seeing that the manager was busy hollering into Tom’s face, I grabbed the heaviest ball I could see and decided to have fun with it. The party of little kids was very interested, hooting and cheering at this wonderful chaos. </span><i style="line-height: 22px;">Gee, I never thought two years ago that I would be doing this today. I was such a good girl back then, </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">my mind told me. Grinning evilly, I made a lurch towards the lane.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">The ball would’ve been a gutter ball, as I was terrible at bowling, but I threw it so hard it was bouncing very loudly from each side of the bumper. When it finally reached the pins, it was smack dab in the middle. I struck out, but the ball hit the back and came rolling towards me again. I grabbed it and threw it again, and this time it flew over the bumper and into the next lane. I scored two strikes on the same turn. My friends whooped, and the manager was stuttering unintelligibly in his anger.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">I couldn’t help but smirk. Finally, he screamed “OUT!” to us. Callie strutted nastily over to him and, staring him in the eye quite uncomfortably, said “No.” All of a sudden, the manager turned around, blank faced, and returned stiffly to his office. I was astounded. Callie gave a smug look as she grabbed a ball and shot it like a bullet down the lane. I watched each and every one of them go once, and then the place started on fire."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">One of my top favorites...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">The man in the store’s eyes bulged in suspicion. The hulky boy growled and pointed at the front of his car. “And do </span><i style="line-height: 22px;">I</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"> have to pay for that scratch? This is a brand new car!” Gary shook his head. “If I had money to waste on a car, I’d spend it on mine.” Gary kicked the end of his rusty convertible lightly. Despite the wear on it, I still always thought it was beautiful. The witchy looking teen girl in the new convertible yelled, “Get him!” She had a quiet voice, and her yell seemed muffled. The teen boy snorted and charged like a stupid ox at Gary, who stood quite calmly next to his car. Gary took the hit like a stone. The hulky teen flew back from him, dumbfounded. “What the hell are you?” he shouted. The man in the store screeched out of his crooked chair behind the register and came waddling out, swearing. “What is going on out here, boys?” he managed to squelch out. Gary just looked at him while the other boy charged at him again, just to be thrown back like before. “He scratched my car!” screamed the teen, rubbing his back where he had landed. “This guy’s crazy! He ran an impossible race and is like…like… a rock!” The piggy man grunted at looked at the teen boy deliriously. Groaning in frustration, the boy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> grabbed the man’s dirty hand and pulled him to his car. “There!” he yelled and pointed to a miniscule dent in the shiny front of his car. “Ohohoho,” squealed the man, “The court’s </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i style="line-height: 22px;">really </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">going to charge him for </span><i style="line-height: 22px;">that</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">!” Relieved of his previous suspicious status, the gross man limped back to the store.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">In disbelief, the teen pushed Gary. Gary didn’t budge, but the teen stumbled backwards. The hulky boy was still mad, but he walked slowly to Gary and punched him lightly. “Ow! How do you <i>do</i> that?” he asked, rubbing his knuckles on his hand. Gary grinned and thought for a moment. He disappeared with a quick run, and reappeared behind the boy. “The only way to find out is a little vacation to the top of Idaho, kid,” said Gary."</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">and letters...I love this part.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Demetra's furious handwriting revealed a hilarious story of her previous baseball game. She hit a home run, and the ball went so far that it smashed through someone’s windshield in a gas station parking lot four miles away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">Audrey sent one to me personally, saying how dull it was and how Tom was crabby and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;">the band wasn't practicing and how the world was ending. That sort of thing. Audrey's three page novel was another kind of dramatic. She also told me that Tom was starting to smoke. I always thought he was very jolly most of the time, so that surprised me. She was worried about the full moon but she told me that she’ll tell me more details back at home. She said that she spotted The Crow on TV and recorded it, and she wasn’t going to watch it without me. There were random stickers and doodles, and the letter smelled like her house. I grinned and pocketed it. I already wanted to go home and eat ice cream with Audrey. Malice had finished reading Courtney's and we all looked at the scribbled mess of Will's letter. “Jeez, I think the crayon died all over the page,” Jezebel said. “Such a shame the skin fell off of his right hand.” “Well, I still think that he could do better than that, with the bones and muscle still there. It's not like he feels it or anything.” muttered Malice. “I think it says, 'I threw...a truck...and the mirror came off. I keep...it and it is kool. Heart Will.'” I read slowly. “Do you think he's education-deprived?” I asked. “Aw, no, but I think he forgot over 200 years of nothing,” said Malice thoughtfully."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"> </span></span></div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">And those are my most favorite parts of the book. It's hardly finished, but it's impressive large already and still being added to frequently. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: .75pt; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
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This is my book...which at the time is a WIP. Check it out. <br />
Only three people I know have read it, only one all the way through. <br />
This book is a lot to me. <br />
Currently it's 250 pages long :D<br />
It's not close to being finished :/<br />
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<div class="fb-like-box" data-href="http://www.facebook.com/dayversusnight" data-width="333" data-colorscheme="light" data-show-faces="true" data-border-color="#000000" data-stream="true" data-header="true"></div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-14491961148160347862011-09-28T21:00:00.000-05:002011-09-28T21:00:13.606-05:00Pictures are Awesome. New Policy...I have decided pictures are awesome.<br />
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So, in each post, I shall now post an unrelated photo from the massive, horribly unorganized sea of files that is my computer. It's really now my fault though. There are documents from four different computers on here. I have four my documents, four downloads, extra files flying all over the place, you get the idea.<br />
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It's awesome though.<br />
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And since it's close to your bedtime, how about a soothing photo so you can have nice dreams.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5rUF__i6UIugFWpUbmEkTN-7FgYexVRQtcAWAVq0yduxIaUXsXmQMFkzIGwibV1l_ZW9OyVH1K57gd8YkUCWEEI0QbOSX42u6VL1nO0hGCUIaEYS8dFqKh0J3ndsrvfduxJvRaap8BWF/s1600/hello+children.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5rUF__i6UIugFWpUbmEkTN-7FgYexVRQtcAWAVq0yduxIaUXsXmQMFkzIGwibV1l_ZW9OyVH1K57gd8YkUCWEEI0QbOSX42u6VL1nO0hGCUIaEYS8dFqKh0J3ndsrvfduxJvRaap8BWF/s320/hello+children.PNG" width="236" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok. That might have been a little mean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's a better one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3HW88ZGsjUycs8lkcISW9yl21sjjoMicSXTNqVVejHflGVbDug2dqZz0AMlLXzvI5kO1HdI3YQg8wB2F_4NmzmrzUZWiWaSxZnG6rAL2TUKeBYiKxjuW0OFuZ7Hf4Yg1CdlaQerbumSK/s1600/angel+whale.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3HW88ZGsjUycs8lkcISW9yl21sjjoMicSXTNqVVejHflGVbDug2dqZz0AMlLXzvI5kO1HdI3YQg8wB2F_4NmzmrzUZWiWaSxZnG6rAL2TUKeBYiKxjuW0OFuZ7Hf4Yg1CdlaQerbumSK/s320/angel+whale.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's an adorable freaking angel of a whale. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">GOODNIGHT. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-85072058524445508082011-09-28T20:55:00.000-05:002011-09-28T20:55:25.617-05:00Bacon, Candy, Sickness, Happiness, and HoodiesMost of that is a good mix.<br />
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Just not the candy and sickness xD<br />
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I am not sure if i said anything before abotu this, but I have a beloved bacon necklace that I lost at the WI Dells.<br />
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Well, I ordered two of them and here they are ^^<br />
I'm chipper that I have my babies back.<br />
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I also got a ton of Starburst.<br />
My aching stomach hasn't gotten much health today.<br />
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But, most importantly is the extreme happiness I have received lately.<br />
I'm not going farther into it. I won't even let you guess. But I am amazingly happy.<br />
Besides the fact that I am ALWAYS grounded.<br />
I try to be a good child, but I don't think it's working out.<br />
but more on that later.<br />
I'm never this happy normally *pokes old posts*<br />
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ALSO I have shopped extensively.<br />
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I got a GIR hoodie from hot Topic. It is adorable, and soft. I shall upload a picture because it's awesome.<br />
I also got a skeleton hoodie, where the back, front, arms, and hood are covered in adequately realistic bones. When you zip it up, you can zip up the hood to make a skull.<br />
Another picture I shall upload.<br />
AND 2 striped tank tops, one grey & blue, one black & white, this super studded sparkly tank top thing, a black tank top (you never can have enough), and two pairs of needed, graciously accepted jeans.<br />
And a pair of deliciously awesome boots. Another picture I shall upload.<br />
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^^ EEEEEK<br />
I'm so very happy.<br />
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I also should get off this dang computer. I haven't done school all week o_o<br />
Yes. i will post the pics and be done. COUNT ON IT.<br />
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And yes. I do realize I have a weird obsession with black and white cameras.<br />
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WHY DO PEOPLE HATE ME?<br />
Why do they block me, why do they complain about me?<br />
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Jeez. I want to tell them something horrible and inappropriate.<br />
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They need to get their asses kicked up the street and back down it.<br />
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But they won't.<br />
<br />
Karma needs to catch up in the life race already.<br />
<br />
I wish my friends weren't all gone all Friday night because I need to talk to them.<br />
Screw everything that hates me.<br />
<br />
Listen to Surfacing by Slipknot so I don't have to say it myself.<br />
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Bye.<br />
I have lots to say about vacation but my night is therefore RUINED completely by unchristian idiots and I can't concentrate.<br />
Besides that I lost my Bacon necklace, my favorite one of all, all because of my misbehaving siblings at the Wilderness resort.<br />
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I'm freaking done now.<br />
I can't believe that I need MORE metal after listening to it for 4 hours straight. And I only have 200 something songs. And I didn't listen to ALL of them.<br />
<br />
I hate people.<br />
<br />
I AM HATED.<br />
YOU ARE HATED.<br />
WE ARE HATED.<br />
I AM HATED!<br />
<br />
No jellyfish for you at the end of this post. Why do I have to care about people anymore?<br />
Why do I run after idiots?<br />
<br />
I better concentrate on the better people (you're probably the only one reading this anyways) I know.<br />
I'm just too angry to respond to their messages kindly right now.<br />
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clownstomatoesgorrilasscrewlifeitsucksGOODNIGHTRhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-27532649133570644962011-09-21T20:00:00.000-05:002011-09-21T20:00:50.938-05:00SlipKnot, Puke, Clowns, and VacationI really love SlipKnot. <div>They are AMAZING. I love Duality and Eyeless, and No Life, and I Am Hated. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And others. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I looked up all of them. They all have awesome masks. I'm sure you wouldn't know what I was talking about, but this one guy in the band who does percussion (one of three drummers really) who has a mask with a long nose (his name is Chris Fehn) is born on my birthday! He's 23 years older, but still. </div><div>And I got over my fear of puking, when I found this hilarious story; Okay, so this one guy in the band who wears a clown mask found a dead crow on his driveway. He kept it in a huge pickle jar and took it on stage with him. When it started to rot, he'd open the jar. it would make him puke all over the inside of his mask. Then he'd offer the puke to people in the crowd and they'd take it and then puke themselves. </div><div>Gross. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Awesome. </div><div>Also, he was given a beaver's tail that a cop found on the side of the road. On stage, he and the singer squeezed it on their faces and ate it. </div><div>Then they puked and puked and puked later on, and asked each other why the hell they did that. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And Chris Fehn pukes at 7:25 in the song Scissors. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Unfortunately, I don't get to be not scared of anything. </div><div>As soon as I got over my fear, my little 2 year old brother Q got puking sick. </div><div>I opened the door to his room when it was time for him to get up from his nap when he was crying and crying. I picked him up right away and hugged him mentioning to him how warm, sweaty, and wet he was, and went into his room to turn off his sound machine and open his blinds. </div><div>And in his bed and stuff was a lot of puke. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And I put him down. </div><div>He was warm with puke. I ran to the stairs, screaming for dad, and they started taking care of him as I quickly changed, washed my hands, washed my cheeks and sprayed disinfectant into my hair and put in it a ponytail. </div><div>Then I sprayed every single object in sight with disinfectant. </div><div>It took all day, and i saw almost every single time he threw up again. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Sick D:</div><div><br />
</div><div>Worse for me is my awful, life-altering fear of puking. </div><div>I get so freaked. </div><div>Now I'm still shaking after he's almost recovered if I'm going to get puking sick, or anyone else. </div><div><br />
</div><div>PLEASE GOD DON'T LET ANY OF US GET PUKING SICK. PLEASE. I BEG YOU. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Besides the fact my parents, friends, and siblings don't want to hear about it and I can't get help to make me feel better about wanting to not feel bad, I have been quite cheery lately. </div><div><br />
</div><div>After a considerably horrible week and a considerably awful last week, I am happy to know that we'll be taking a mini-vacation to the WI Dells. We'll be going to the House on the Rock, and staying overnight at Chula Vista resort. </div><div><br />
</div><div>ALLELUIA. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I really pray we don't get sick then. Wouldn't that blow?</div><div>IT WOULD FRICKIN SUCK. </div><div><br />
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</div><div><br />
</div><div>Anyways. </div><div>I have memorized the number 742617000027 because it's a name of a song by SlipKnot. The name came from the bar code on their first album made, and they coined the number. </div><div>The song just says over and over with different speeds to weird, squealy guitars, "The whole thing I think is SICK."</div><div><br />
</div><div>I also bought a wizard's hat and a gorilla key chain with an LED light inside. I used them both in some pictures, and I am very pleased with them xD</div><div><br />
</div><div>I have gotten together my halloween party plans. Finally. I plan to send out invitations the first week of October. The plan is for my friends to come at noon, we eat, then hang around, get into our costumes and listen to music, and then at 4 we all go trick-or-treating. Afterwards, a sleepover with a scary movie commences :D</div><div><br />
</div><div>My costume, I have decided, will be an undead clown. </div><div>I will do my face in a huge clown smile, but blacken out around the eyes a bit and add the generic blue star thing to each eye. I also might make my eyebrows a bit more expressively angry. </div><div>Then, I'll let the blood run out of my mouth and get it all over my chin and stuff, make some running down my white clown face... I also have these temporary tattoos that look like cuts. I'll line them up on my neck to look like someone sliced there, and drip blood from that. I'll also get blood all over my white shirt. I'm going to wear a white shirt under a (rather fashionable) 'leather' jacket, and keep the jacket open and have a tie around my neck, and jeans and converse on. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I still need a wig from a Halloween store or Bart's, blood from anywhere (I don't have enough at the moment), a tie from Goodwill, and some clown make-up from Kmart or someplace. </div><div>If I get knee converse by then, I'll be even happier. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So enough with that then. </div><div>I can't wait!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEqZciXjSk9JADwbkzWXvGlgpOokjI4tomNMskhJgkmDBwl9p_vxkxVfmfjgGJwxkc4udqrr7lQITcvz6bVCTI2IEN1zhK4heCi6i4gVbNOZNng5fJwHtpKgS4a7jOq_wXSahIDIJ1n8x/s1600/jellytrans2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEqZciXjSk9JADwbkzWXvGlgpOokjI4tomNMskhJgkmDBwl9p_vxkxVfmfjgGJwxkc4udqrr7lQITcvz6bVCTI2IEN1zhK4heCi6i4gVbNOZNng5fJwHtpKgS4a7jOq_wXSahIDIJ1n8x/s200/jellytrans2.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div>"Everything sucks and I can prove it, </div><div>Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it..."</div><div>~ SlipKnot (I Am Hated)</div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-60003135305686266652011-09-19T11:51:00.000-05:002011-09-19T11:54:28.652-05:00Screw LifeIt would be more violently named, of course, but I usually don't say that out loud.<br />
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Man, I put my life in God's hands, and apparently He doesn't seem to like anything that's happening to me at the moment. I don't ever get my way in life, do I?<br />
<br />
Screw all those people that I'm thinking of right now who need to fall in a pit with their friends and die.<br />
<br />
Screw school and college.<br />
I just want to be left alone.<br />
<br />
People hate my personality. People don't like the way I look, or talk (I don't like my voice either, but...), or my tastes.<br />
I have to run after people. I have to start conversations.<br />
<br />
I'm done.<br />
I am extremely mad, stressed, ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu<br />
<br />
I'm breaking out, I have some awkward things going on with friends, I'm forever alone because I'm hated apparently, I' failing life because I have not gotten college prep crap done, I have no clothes for this weather, I'm my own teacher (my fault really), I'm a 24/7 babysitter, and I work my ass off - life sucks.<br />
<br />
LIFE SUCKS, AND THEN YOU DIE.<br />
<br />
I want a refund on my life if it doesn't change for the better in the next ten years.<br />
I could have it much worse.<br />
<br />
But I also could have it much better.<br />
<br />
The only solution is to ignore everything and just write.<br />
I just realized that Day versus Night is the book I channel my emotions into. I never write in it when life is good.<br />
<br />
That's ten full chapters, 180,000 characters, 45,000 words, 220 pages of emotional shit.<br />
Of course my imagination is a gory pit.<br />
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"Take this life...I'm right here, stay awhile and breathe me in." - In FlamesRhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-63937101123678253742011-09-15T20:40:00.000-05:002011-09-16T00:39:53.727-05:00Fairy GodmotherYes, my fairy godmother has come to rescue Cinderella and let her go to the dance...<br />
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After long dialogues passed around and around between my mother and me, she came to the conclusion that I'd never be able to rectify this idiotic situation if I weren't able to confront these people. Her terms and conditions which I have forcibly accepted tell that I would only be able to go if my friend Stacy were to, just because she is extremely similar to me. My conditions? I get to go to the dance in a prom dress.<br />
My other friends, including Stacy, and I have plotted to party up the dance like it were our only prom. We're going to go in dresses, take awesome pictures, and dance away.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No challenge to large to be accepted. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>The only way I can make it work is if I somehow get Stacy, bring back at home (meet halfway with her mom, perhaps at the Basilica), get the dresses and other crap, and someone go to the other friend's house and dress there. We'd have to enter as a unit. If I get the little note of acceptance from my friend Stacy, than I shall bother my other friends with it.<br />
Will it work? No idea.<br />
Will I try with all my human might to make it work? Challenge accepted.<br />
This will work. IT HAS TO.<br />
<br />
I will wear my beautiful flowing blue prom dress.<br />
Yes, there are two small rips at the feet. Yes, there's one unnoticeable dash of chocolate on it from the last prom. And yes, it's strapless, so I'll wear something underneath and just be a boss and tie it really tight.<br />
Because I'm awesomely thin. I could say hawhaw to everyone who isn't just by wearing that dress.<br />
If anything, I'll be smashing with my awesome friends and we'll be too awesome for those boys to handle.<br />
<br />
Crap, I had to say boys. Boy, I really shouldn't. Crap.<br />
Actually, I've been talking to more than less lately. They are very interesting...I just only made real friends with some this year. Hard to admit, as a whole, they make better friends. It's rare to find a nice girl to be friends with. Girls are brutal when they're mean. Boys are real easy to talk to, easy to get along with, have good senses of humor, usually like decent music.<br />
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Yet here I am, forever alone. Don't get why they don't like me that way. If i were in a real school I'd probably have had some weird boyfriend long before now. I'm almost 17 and haven't kissed anyone yet.<br />
<br />
One of the small tiny faults with homeschooling - no romance. Never. Zilch. I haven't seen it at least.<br />
I'm never the romantic person, but by gosh, if I get confused by some guy again I'll scream. I wish some people knew about this type of thing, because they know less than I do at the moment. Whatever.<br />
Not that I have a particular favorite among my friends.<br />
<a href="http://th235.photobucket.com/albums/ee302/stricer555/REaction%20Faces/th_4char-forever-alone-guy-high-resolution.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://th235.photobucket.com/albums/ee302/stricer555/REaction%20Faces/th_4char-forever-alone-guy-high-resolution.png" /></a>They're all cool. They're my buds.<br />
Ends there.<br />
Same with girls.<br />
<br />
I'm just quite perplexed by them. Their minds are much different.<br />
I just don't even try to care anymore. I'm just going to get myself to that dance.<br />
No one will want to dance with me, and that's fine.<br />
No guy will probably talk to me, and that's fine.<br />
I don't even try. It's ok.<br />
<br />
By the way, I'm still seething over those two kids and their completely uncalled for unchristian remarks about my level of ma<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">turity. Who do they think they are?! When they said "This is a highschool dance, you need to act like highschoolers" I should have</span> said "This is a Christian dance, you need to act like Christians."<br />
But I didn't.<br />
Slipknot has it down though.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuO6CpUru59ifK6bHzh_D3sTsBTzx-8DU3aDtgtvA5I1USKNUZ1BEBGJviNedg8HRiEFmNSs1b76MWFEggULByjUhyphenhyphen4OATnvEpFv1cUhlAvx5YV05LOiwKrrnEtfyokKh386HJC8LRMJ7/s1600/jellytrans2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuO6CpUru59ifK6bHzh_D3sTsBTzx-8DU3aDtgtvA5I1USKNUZ1BEBGJviNedg8HRiEFmNSs1b76MWFEggULByjUhyphenhyphen4OATnvEpFv1cUhlAvx5YV05LOiwKrrnEtfyokKh386HJC8LRMJ7/s200/jellytrans2.png" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;">"</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">I can't remember, I don't understand</span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">Is it malice that makes you this way?</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">Carry it with you 'til someone forgives you</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">I laugh cause there's nothing to say</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">You can't begin to consider the</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">Palpable hate in the air when you're here</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">None of us wonder what weather you're under</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;"><br />
</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black;">You're making it perfectly clear! "</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-29354343737535495932011-09-14T23:58:00.000-05:002011-09-14T23:58:23.505-05:00Jigsaw HumansI'm completely confuzzled over so many things.<br />
<br />
The amount of questions I wish could be revealed to me have been selfishly ignored.<br />
If only it were proper to ask questions like I wish, maybe my head wouldn't be flopping in the ability to even soak up the concepts of people's actions.<br />
I mean, what do they mean?<br />
People have such ulterior motives for everything.<br />
I swear that if an action was like a scratchcard, there would always be some motive to be found underneath.<br />
It's like seeing scratchcards in a case, and you can't afford to lose to gain them and get the answers, which might even be worse because there is probably things hidden that shouldn't be found.<br />
There's no telling what people want, or expect of me, or think about me without being straightforward.<br />
I wish I was just given the answers. I wish that the confusing people would go up to me and tell me.<br />
Come on, if you want to tell me something, then do it! I am always willing to hear. I would always like to know. whatever it is, I'll never make fun of you, or talk about you. I wish people wouldn't be so cautions and tippy toe about their every move in life.<br />
And ti's because of other people I wouldn't dare try to find out myself.<br />
I have been broken out of my innocence like someone cracking a thin, delicate egg. I know to trust no one. I wouldn't risk uncomfortable and even friendship-ending questions.<br />
But, dammit, where's the answers?!<br />
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There's no solution. People have extremely complex, unbreakable minds that do things and know things, and no one can find out what they mean. What do they really mean when they say this, or tell me that, or act like this to me, or be like that to me? It's solving a 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle without the picture on the box, and no-one around to help. You just sit in the heap of taunting pieces, and only are able to crack the code on the very outside. You can never go further, because everything is there to puzzle you. No one said the puzzle hoped you'd finish it. It just does what it does to confuse you because that's what it's here for. And that's how I feel about most humans I meet.<br />
Some I talk to enough to get deeper, but most others I see enough to care about but not enough to get them are unsolvable unless I were to rudely ask.<br />
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I feel like the people that I need answers from are just using me to puzzle with, like the are trying to keep up in their life and I'm in it, and they will put me in a different place until they need me, and if they do want or need me will do a thousand odd things to make me come out again, which in no way seriously would be the right way to straightforwardly do so.<br />
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I wish people came with manuals.<br />
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life is a path, death a destination. - demon hunterRhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-13106717473376040092011-09-13T16:28:00.000-05:002011-09-13T16:28:33.640-05:00My Muscles are Screaming in AgonyThat gym class just showed my how out of shape I had gotten over the summer like hand sanitizer shows you that you have a cut on your hand that you never knew you had.<br />
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It was a first class of the season, too.<br />
Though, she did go right ahead and start with 5 laps and this most tortuous push-up things where you had to be in push up position and bend your arms slightly, and it was agonizing.<br />
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Then, Maria and I were talking so much during our situps that was accidentally did over 90 (we'll just say at least 35 good quality situps). My stomach muscles punch my stomach every time I move D:<br />
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The fun didn't really being until MUCH later when we played a sort of dodgeball. 18 small balls, two teams.<br />
Unfortunately, being a particularly talented thrower, I got out easily because people could catch them. Boo.<br />
You had to keep moving in the sidelines when you were out, so I did a little dance or so until I got back in. It was crazy. I didn't even like that game.<br />
Afterwards, we played football.<br />
I won't give more details on that.<br />
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Either way, I'm just a mass of sore muscle right now, with a migraine.<br />
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"insert extremely relevant and emotionally suiting inspiring song lyrics here"Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-656983046651380113.post-18951558556550528602011-09-13T16:18:00.000-05:002011-09-13T16:18:26.056-05:00Cinderella Won't Be DancingOne of my favorite monthly activities is to go to our homeschooler's dance.<br />
It's a very delightful event, really.<br />
You don't have to dance. you don't even have to wear shoes (I probably should - after my toe infections died down, my toenails started rotting offer, and I cut a lot of it off so I have two really odd looking toenails)<br />
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And ALL. my. friends. are going.<br />
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Well, lookie here now. Who says I don't get to go? My mom. Who is right for doing it? My mom.<br />
Actually, my mom totally is doing the right thing.<br />
It's all because of two immature teens.<br />
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Now, I do admit I'm inadvertently loquacious while horsing around with friends.<br />
I even got the dance to ban toys, though I just used the toy tongue to communicate.<br />
It was because people threw it on the ceiling later on.<br />
Idiots.<br />
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Actually, I was quite my age, mannerwise and otherwise, at that dance.<br />
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But some girl had to shoot off her mouth.<br />
She said for us to act like highschoolers.<br />
To act <i>mature</i>.<br />
MATURE. As if I'm not mature!<br />
Well, I didn't want to cause trouble. I thought it was a Christian dance. I though I shouldn't retaliate, and if I just laughed it off, she'd be even madder. So I laughed her off and left Miss Mature alone.<br />
The next day my friend mentioned me to her and she said I wasn't my age at all.<br />
And my friend's bothersome brother had to agree.<br />
Both of them are immature themselves just for having gossiped.<br />
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It's for my own good I have to not get to go to the dance.<br />
If I were with them now, I'd have a thing or two to tell them.<br />
It's just sick how people toss around someone else's reputation like it's nothing.<br />
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And all y friends and I were planning on showing up in prom dresses.<br />
What a while of fun, ruined for me.<br />
I told everyone I knew was going, and they all said they'd go to the Sunday night bible study instead.<br />
Which is quite fun as well.<br />
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So, at least I get something. not as good as the dance, but I can't complain, I suppose.<br />
But I will eradicate this sick problem when I am able.<br />
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Back soon with another post!Rhiannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03732266805655096427noreply@blogger.com0