<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:05:31.473-07:00</updated><category term='dorali'/><category term='cloverfield'/><category term='RO'/><category term='week'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='year'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='food'/><category term='school play'/><category term='new years'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='chireiyu'/><category term='nearly daily blog'/><category term='party'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='anime'/><category term='games'/><category term='freshman'/><category term='school'/><category term='shigofumi'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Chireiyu and Dorali's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>the rantings of two bored teenagers~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chireiyuxdorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186117714267831113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-5851219592357691903</id><published>2008-02-06T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:11:48.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chireiyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>finals week!</title><content type='html'>Well I'm on this so called "Semester Break" right now... giving me time to post something!  (Although I've always had time... I've just been too lazy to actually blog about my days which completely defeats the purpose of this blog, wouldn't you agree?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a semester break you ask?  Because we just had finals!!!!  And guess what?  I completely bombed them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Monday (last week).  The last day of classes before finals...  Nothing much happened that day except for something I'd like to call "4 seconds of happiness":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 seconds of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(01.28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my US History teacher is a little... odd.  Some people think his odd personality is cute while others just see them as proof that he is... how do I put it... homosexual?  Not that I really care whether he is or not, but it sure is fun pointing out hints as to whether he is or isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he was talking about his strange OCD/ADD disorder and how he tends to play with this sleeves out of habit.  Suddenly he goes on about how he has other weird habits and how he has to do them or else his mind will just crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel bad for my future wife you know... she'd be all 'You're not listening to me!' when she sees me do this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT statement just hit me when he said that.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Future wife&lt;/span&gt;?!  WHO?!  Mmm... me and a friend were all just freaking out because that would happily prove that he isn't gay... when I realize that no, he does not have a girlfriend, he's just saying that for when/if he gets married.  Darn.  I guess that just brings us back to square one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't know why it's "4 seconds"... I just came up with it.  Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On to finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no school on Tuesday but sadly, I don't remember a thing that happened that day.  Yes, I know I'm pathetic but my memory isn't all that great.  I fear that when I'm old, I'll have a serious case of alzheimers.  No, I'm not poking fun.  I seriously think something like that (or anything similar) will happen to me.  Just a little forewarning to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First final up is... Religion!  I think I did pretty well on this final... I mean... it's just religion.  I wasn't so sure about the very first questions though because I didn't really study the vocabulary and those were the confusing vocabulary... eh it shouldn't kill me though.  I made some pretty "educational" guesses anyway.  As for the true and false section.... complete and utter death.  That was just HARD.  Same goes for the essay portion.  We had to write 5 essays?!  In order to complete all of them in time my essays were just about two paragraphs long.  It doesn't really count as an essay but I'd like to see someone who managed to complete 5 full essays in the time allotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really annoyed me was that I forgot what the term "forsaken" meant...  I asked the teacher and she wouldn't tell me because that'd give away the answer.  I really don't understand how that'd give away the answer.  The question was "Those who were forsaken to false gods can truly be called Israel."  or something like that (I think I got the grammar wrong).  It was a true or false question...  I don't see how giving away what that word meant would give away the answer because obviously you still had to have studied if you want to get the answer right.  Ugh whatever... I think I got the answer correct anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... AP Biology.  Wooooooo... one of my most hated subjects.  I don't think I did that bad though.  HOWEVER!  I copied some answers from my friend (I'm bad D: I know!) that I wasn't sure of but when I asked her after the final... she wasn't so sure either.  Perhaps I should've just stuck with my original answers?  We'll see how this turns out in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently the Dean doesn't like us sitting around in the hallways.  It's either outside in the freezing cold air or in the auditorium.  So to the auditorium we go to cram before our first final of the day - History!  Sadly, some girl comes in and starts playing the piano.  Well she's really talented I can give her that... makes me quite jealous of her too.  But honestly, we need to study.  Her friend came up to her to hint that they should study but she just wouldn't listen!  Oh well, at least her playing was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I guess I suffered the consequences for cramming.  That history final was hard!  I think I got some right but I know for sure that I got 2 questions wrong (and a lot more!)  First off would be the one about who started some oil company.  I put Carnegie although I knew he was for steel.  It turns out the answer was Rockefeller.  Then there's the multiple choice question asking who dropped out of the presidential primary.  I found that to be completely unfair because not all of us watch the news and everything.  The day before I heard that Edwards dropped out... but he wasn't even an option on the test!!!!  So unfair...  I put Romney who, it turns out, is still in the race.  The teacher gave us time to finish up the test buuuut I was stupid and didn't take up that time to secretly change my answers.  Oh when will I ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next final is Algebra II.  NOW THAT WAS HARD!!!  I think I did really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad on that one.  I left a whole portion unanswered and even got absolute value (which should be the easiest thing to do) wrong!  All because I put x = +- 2 and not x = 2.  What I found the most unfair though was the one lesson I studied most on there was only one question about!  Well at least I got that right but still!!  The lessons that I didn't study too much on there was a whole CHUNK of questions about.  Mostly because they were supposed to be really easy... hence why I didn't study them.  But as most unfortunate things turn out, I completely blanked out on how to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about today though was that we got a little party after school because we're in decathlon.  It was a little sad though...  One of the teachers was trying to explain the "Super Quiz" section to us when he was talking about the Election of 18something and how the candidates for president were kind of dull.  That's when my friend overheard one of the teachers sitting in the back say "like you..."  Teachers sure can be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entertainment for the show though was the music teacher.  He just began impersonating all the other teachers (that weren't in the room).  It was really amusing and fun trying to guess who he was acting like.  If only he had done our religion teacher (who is quite messed up in the had at times).  But sadly, she was in the room so he wouldn't dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature final is first!  Pretty easy until I got to the section asking questions about "The Iliad".  I just blanked out again.  We had to match the description to the characters but some of the characters may be used more than once and some not at all!  And that was the one story I didn't read... and the one story that had the most questions to it.  ==;;  Joy...  Also, I don't even remember writing the essay that we had to do.  I wonder if I even did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish final was EVIL.  I didn't write down too much vocabulary and that turns out to be a major part of the test.  No it's not conjugation like the teacher said it would be... vocabulary is the main focus.  Sure we had an index card we could use but I just shoved all the irregular verbs on there and barely any vocabulary.  Not a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three sections to the test.  First was multiple choice.  Not bad.  Second was writing... evil evil and horrible horrible!  Just UGH!!  I completely failed that... there were a lot of vocabulary and like I said earlier, I'm not good at that!  Barely anyone (if any) got to the third section.  And the teacher wouldn't let us stay after school to finish up the test.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Spanish teacher wanted to collect our composition notebooks.  We have 3.  One for notes, one for bellwork/classwork, and another for homework.  I don't quite understand why we have to separate them but... alright.  Thing is, he stamps the work when we complete it but sometimes we run out of time in class so he doesn't get to everyone.  I was included in that pile of "non-stamped."  I hope he doesn't count it against me! D:  I already did bad enough on the final now this?!  I was going to tell him about if after school but he was busy talking to some other people and my dad was waiting for me... ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should study more.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-5851219592357691903?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/5851219592357691903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=5851219592357691903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/5851219592357691903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/5851219592357691903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2008/02/finals-week.html' title='finals week!'/><author><name>CHaRMaiNe!!!! :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210742280597229335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr8SouNhW7Q/Sr1YZwBLvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X5x_9ppZpj0/S220/NEWS+tehgroup+-+by+tweeahn.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-1464491849391066300</id><published>2008-01-26T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:41:42.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloverfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Cloverfield</title><content type='html'>...was the shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Cloverfield yesterday. It's basically Godzilla with a different monster and nauseating camera effects. It met all of my expectations and then some. I thoroughly enjoyed it from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's graphics, from the flying bullets to the giant monster itself, was incredibly convincing. I haven't seen such convincing computer generation since The Lord of the Rings movie trilogy. The set for the movie was also quite awesome. I mean, seriously, nothing is cooler in a monster movie than the head of the Statue of Liberty lying in the middle of a street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie was very realistic, despite the obvious fiction elements. The camera, taking the place of a REAL camcorder held by one of the characters trying to run through Manhattan. It made the movie so much more convincing. I DID find the inserts of little clips from Rob's day odd, but it still worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint is the camera. It made me motion sick. It was so bad, that they even had to put a notice at the ticket booth warning easily-nauseous viewers to steer clear of Cloverfield. Also, how the hell did they come up with the name "Cloverfield"? I know it's the monster's codename in the intro of the movie, but... how did they come up with it? If I find the answer, I'll edit this and let you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people complained about the ending. I, on the other hand, loved it, really. Cool AND depressing: how disaster movies should all end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watch it. I don't care if you're easily motion sick, just bring a paper bag and water and see it. Or, you can wait for it to come out on DVD. If you're part of the majority of movie watchers, this movie will probably make your week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-1464491849391066300?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/1464491849391066300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=1464491849391066300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/1464491849391066300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/1464491849391066300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2008/01/cloverfield.html' title='Cloverfield'/><author><name>Dorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080614983848060043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-4337746711893767175</id><published>2008-01-24T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:57:41.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chireiyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>bowling parties = fun?!</title><content type='html'>Since when was a bowling party supposed to be a lot of fun?  I guess ever since Saturday.  Mmm... if you read Chris' ... not-so-recent (well sort of) entry/post/whatever you call it then you'd be able to figure out that Saturday, January 19, 2008 waasss a lot of fun.  Or at least for me.  XD  Partly him I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted to blog (am I using this verb correctly?) about this day so I might as well get it out of the way before I start to forget or get too lazy to write it up (although I'm pretty lazy myself right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how the day started off.  (See?!  I'm already forgetting...)  Buuuut I know while I was getting ready to--  wait I need to explain what's happening first/going to happen, don't I?  Foreshadowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my niece was having a birthday party today (well... technically Saturday) and I was to go help out.  It's a bowling party... imagine how much fun it would be to help kids who can barely carry the bowling ball attempt to roll (or in their case, throw) it down a lane so that they can hit enough pins to not realize that they suck!  And I'm supposed to do this alone?  I wasn't really complaining though... until two days before the party my mom asked me one night if I wanted to have Chris come over and help out.  At first I couldn't believe that she was inviting him...  HER inviting HIM?!  That's just... fishy.  So I decided to "investigate."  That's when I realized that all my relatives would be there.  So this was her plan, eh?  After unsuccessfully attempting to talk Chris out of going, I finally realized that he wanted to go.  (well not realized... more like accepted the fact that he wanted to go)   Nonetheless, I never gave him a reply whether he could go or not because my mom never told me whether my sister said 'yes' to him coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday soon hit and I still haven't gotten back to Chris on whether he can come or not.  I was running late (as usual) so I couldn't go online to tell him anything nor could I call him.  That's when the phone rang.  Surprisingly, my (I lost the word for it)...  Well my point is, I had a hunch that it was him.  Strangely enough, it was.  The sad thing is... my mom answered it.  Well I talked to him for a bit only to find out that my mom never did ask my sister whether he can go.  Well yeah sure I wanted to... but I did NOT want to ask my sister.  Oh no...  My mom was shouting at me to go because we were going to be late to the party (yet another event we're late to) so I ended up not giving him a 'yes you can come' or 'no you can't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the bowling place (bowling alley?) right on time.  Not like anything had started yet.  Well the flocks of little children were arriving and it was my time to shine... err help out.  Chris ended up calling me in the middle of everything and he ended up coming.  Whiiiiiichh I must say was pretty cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the bowling-ness the kids all gathered around the table and ate pizza while we just stood around... watching.  I really was avoiding the eye contact of my relatives, not even trying to look in their direction.  Mmm... so my sister suddenly comes up to us and is all "Who's this guy?!"  Ahh... love.  And then her husband, my Kuya Jon, takes a picture of us.  Wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the whole bowling extravaganza is over and the whole family has to go to my niece's house for the "rest of the party."  Boring... or was it?  What was really awkward was that my sister invited him to come to her house.  OO;;  WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we rode in my aunt's car there...  I don't remember what we were talking about but I clearly remember hitting him a number of times in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my sister's house we went into the playroom and started playing with all the random toys just lying around.  There was Candy Land, which he claims to have forgotten how to play.  I suppose this just goes to show how much I suck at board games considering I lost.  Next...  We played with that weird... thing.  There's like a trampoline and a board-ish thing with holes in them.  You have to bounce the ball on the trampoline-like thing to make it into the holes to score points.  I sucked at that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Dora the Explorer playhouse there.  Fun!  There were Dora figurines, an actual "Backpack" backpack, fully equipped with it's own "Map"!!!  But you know what?  There was no Boots.  That's just plain wrong.  For those of you that don't know (although I don't think anybody reads this blog...) Chris = Dora and I = Boots.  Why?  Because Chris = Dorali... Dora... Dorali... get it?  And I'm just Boots because I'm his partner in crime.  &gt;&lt;  So we may have gender-switched but hey... it's fine.  I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I don't quite remember what happened next.  Well I was thirsty so I got a cup and marveled at the new refrigerator of my sister.  So big... huge... silver... and with it's own built in water/ice dispenser.  Well my refrigerator at home has that too... but THIS refrigerator can fill your come to an EXACT amount just by you putting in "1/2 cup" or "2 3/4" cups... oh the love of it all.  I remember being amazed by it when I first saw it (when we arrived at the house).  So yeah I was amazed by it once more when I got it to work.  :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some lumpia (go look it up for those of you that don't know what that is)....  I was asking my mom whether it had shrimp or anything in it and she wouldn't tell me... so Chris ate one to test it.  :x  I'm weird... but I thought that was awesome.  XD  It's like... well no since he's not allergic to seafood and wouldn't end up dying... but it if he were it's like he would've almost died for my sake!! &gt;&lt;  Yeah... I wasn't really thinking about that at that moment... I just thought of it right now.  And yes, I must repeat... I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!  We played Scrabble!  DAMN.  Evil evil evil game that I hated so much.  Anyhoo... this one piece... the blank one.  Chris used it as a "wildcard" thing.  I always thought it was a space.  But I suppose using it as a "random-letter-of-your-choice" piece makes more sense.  I mean... what are the odds of you coming up with a two word phrase or word?!  That's just... impossible!  And the blank pieces don't even count as anything.  O___O;;  Maybe it's just... a space in the... game.  Who knows.  I didn't read the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umms... went upstairs because my mom didn't like me being alone with Chris in a room.  Upstairs was where my niece, nephew, and her little friend were.  So we followed them into her room and watched them play.  Fun.  Then we played with my niece's V-Smile :D  That was funnn... ish.  Meh~  Not like UBER fun but just... fun.  I kind of sucked at it though.  :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece went to open her presents so we had nothing much to do but watch.  Umm...  I'm not sure if I'm getting these events in the right order or not.  Well Chris and I were hanging out in the new den.  Fun.  :D  My nephew was there too.  ^^  It was more like torture to me for a second... but it was fun.  I question whether I'm more of a masochist or sadist... probably both, you know?  Although... not in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; way... please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA... ah.... just reminded me of a random thought there.  Sorry that was just random and I... don't want to write about it.  Ah...  okay well continuing on.  We had cake...  yeah.  Stuff happened and Chris had to go so I hugged him... etc.  Haha... okay don't want to write about what happened either on this part.  Two things I don't want to write about.  :D  Anyhoo~  He had to go so it sucked.  ;____;  Err... so I watched from the doorway as he went to his car and waved to his parents goodbye.  XD;;  Ah... that was interesting.  I think they said something to me too.  I just couldn't hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well afterwards I helped my niece put songs into her iPod.  Can you believe it... six years old and she has an iPod.  The new iPod nano at that.  D:  Oh well whatever... I have a feeling she'll either a) lose it or b) break it any time soon.  Either way, I'm fairly content with the one I have.  In fact, I would've lived if I still had the mini I had from a long time ago... but fine by me.  Sure.  My parents bought me a new one for my birthday... alright fine.  ~w~  The mini would've been broken by now though anyway... haha.  And besides... how would I be able to put the School Days ending into that?!  Oh School Days.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... so yeah.  After that I went home at around 10:30 pm etc. etc.  Let's see... the ride home my mom was complaining (as usual) about Chris.  Aannd how I failed to introduce him to my dad.  Well... okay I'll take the blame for that one.  ==;  I suppose I really should've done so.  I thought he already talked to him though because I mean... my mom was like right next to my dad earlier! O__O;;  Oh well... fine fine.  My mom was complaining that we were holding hands.  Which we were NOT when anybody was around.  D&lt;  ROAR!  So I don't understand what she was talking about...  Unless she's referring to the time earlier at the bowling place when there was nothing to do so we went to the arcade section.  That's when I heard a loud pop to find out that he popped my balloon that he was holding.  D: !! So I punched him and he was like grabbing my hand when my mom came and saw.  Hah.  The one time she catches us we're not even doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... yep!!  Saturday was fun.  :D  Lots of fun.  I really don't know why... sounds boring, doesn't it?  But to me... it was fun.  Just pure fun.  How many times am I going to use the word "fun"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe that day?  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thought I was going to use the word "fun", eh?)  But it really was awesome.  D:  Probably... a lot a lot of fun...  Perhaps even the most fun I've had with him since... ferever.  &gt;&lt;;;  But hopefully, it won't be the last day of uber awesomeness fun.  x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes my long story of one day...  now to continue on with the other days of the week which I don't feel like writing about at the moment.  Sooo... this is done for the day!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-4337746711893767175?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/4337746711893767175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=4337746711893767175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/4337746711893767175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/4337746711893767175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2008/01/bowling-parties-fun.html' title='bowling parties = fun?!'/><author><name>CHaRMaiNe!!!! :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210742280597229335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr8SouNhW7Q/Sr1YZwBLvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X5x_9ppZpj0/S220/NEWS+tehgroup+-+by+tweeahn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-7382558487016204627</id><published>2008-01-22T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:42:42.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nearly daily blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Nearly Daily Blog 1/22/08</title><content type='html'>Woot! Today was fun. I'm tired though, seeing as I didn't get home until 9:45. My, my was it an eventful day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school!! Woot! Well, not really. The classes were sort of boring, but more fun than usual, oddly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first period, which is art, we were discussing three-dimensional shapes. I felt retarded, yet smart. We were listing the two shapes that triangles can be made into. Someone said the obvious, pyramid. Then the teacher asked for one more shape. Being the overly-complicating idiot I am, I shouted out "TRIANGULAR PRISM!" Everyone shut up and stared. The teacher even asked me to draw it on the board, since apparently she didn't know what it was. Well, I drew it, taking in a little "Ohhhh" from the class and the teacher herself, and sat down. She asked for one more, and it popped it my head, so I said "OH!!! CONE!" and she gave me a relieved look, as I finally got the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second class was so-so. Quite boring, but I wanted to fulfill my resolution to take notes, so I did. The note-taking ended at the last three lines of my paper, which satisfied that obsessive-compulsive problem I have... I even wrote "OCD FULFILLED." on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third class was also average. The teacher was, frankly, being more of a hard-ass than usual, so he assigned us work that he would add to our grades as soon as possible. I managed to finish, and my friend yells out "WOO! CHRIS! WE HAVE 100% FOR THE SEMESTER!!" I give him a high-five and move on to my next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher from my fourth class was absent because his son was supposedly very sick. We had a substitute, who was the dean and also the health teacher from last year. I liked him. We had a lot of fun in his class, despite having classwork to do from our new book for the semester. The work was quite easy, so I finished early, and went on to help my friend with her geometry homework. We never finished it though, and the bell rang for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was alright. I just ate half a bag chili-cheese Fritos and went upstairs. Outside, it rained. I could feel myself getting sicker, so I put my hood on and just hoped for the best. For some reason, I felt bored enough to spray water from my bottle over the pavement. My friend joked about how he'd laugh if a certain teacher came out and asked me what I was doing, but that didn't stop me. I didn't get caught, fortunately, so I went on to my last class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last class was great for me. I'll tell you why. Along with the usual note-passing and teacher-neglecting, we received the grades for our finals. I thanked the heavens, because I managed to score a B on my final, retaining the A for my semester grade. Yes, be envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I wanted to stay until the play at Casey's school began, so I simply wandered around. Somehow, the friend that was supposed to give me a ride to the other school notices me, texts me to ask where I'm going, and takes me to the elementary school next door to help out with a few simple chores. There was just a little work to be done, sorting a few named badges in alphabetical order. After we finished, we went on to finish the geometry homework. Though I didn't even reach this lesson in class, I managed to answer a bulk of the questions. When that was done with, her mom drove us to her house to pick up our friend to go to Casey's high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the room, I wasn't surprised that Monk was on again. I was never really a fan, but there was a charm of the show that always attracted me, so I sat on the bed and watched it until we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Casey's school, we wandered around messing with the items on the bulletin boards and playing in the children's houses in one corner of the yard. We kept walking around until we reached the outside of the school. There, I decided to call Casey to see where her locker was. She wouldn't tell me, so I ended up asking if she was coming, even though I knew she wouldn't. Suddenly, however, over the phone I hear her mom's voice telling her that they're going to the play, which, I have to admit, lightened my spirits a bit. We went inside to save them seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the second row of the audience. There should have been a tense aura about; Casey's mom was sitting opposite her from me, several adults that seemed very mature and strict were around, my friends' parents were scattered everywhere. I didn't want to act stupid. That's not a choice for me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was Pride and Prejudice, basically a play about some daughters being forced to marry different men by their mother. The play was quite amusing, and our friend from school was there in the play as well. We sat through the first act, barely making any contact whatsoever, in fear of sparking her mother's interests. Her mom seemed to take note of her shyness, and told her to say hi to me, and asked me if I liked theater. I said yes, wanting to stay on her good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, intermission came. My friends left, and oddly enough, Casey's mom decided to leave as well. So there we were alone, with me trying to bring up conversation. I hate silence, especially with her. Before intermission ended, and her mother and my friends returned. The play continued. I hoped for another intermission, but it never came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the play, I reminded Casey about our RO wedding. Apparently, the one person we were waiting for was online earlier, but she obviously couldn't do it, since the groom was off helping some school staff and doing geometry homework. How disappointing on my part. Late in the play, my entertainment was re-sparked when our friend gave a mouth-to-mouth kiss to one of the actresses, which simply surprised all of us, and raising many "OOOOOOO!!!"s from the audience. The play ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey had to leave. She was trying to tell me something, but I simply couldn't decipher it before she left. There, she left me with the other two, this time without a hug, which was odd, as all of our past meetings (excluding the first time we met) had at least a good-bye hug. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We congratulated the actors and actresses, and headed back home. I was the first to be dropped off, as my home was the closest. After a few minutes of giving my friend's mom wrong directions, I remembered the way upon passing the mall, where I've walked to plenty of times. I was dropped off, and my dad waited for me at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was my long day. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jya ne~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-7382558487016204627?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/7382558487016204627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=7382558487016204627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/7382558487016204627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/7382558487016204627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2008/01/12208-daily-blog.html' title='Nearly Daily Blog 1/22/08'/><author><name>Dorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080614983848060043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-1236598061811095071</id><published>2008-01-21T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:42:15.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shigofumi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nearly daily blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Nearly Daily Blog 1/21/08</title><content type='html'>I might have to rename these "periodical" blogs. I just can't keep it up daily sometimes, as you might have noticed. Don't want to keep everyone expecting one everyday... Whoever the hell is reading this blog at all, that is. I will try, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed the crap out of my finals! Well, that's what I get for barely studying. Ah well, there's always next semester. That is, if I survive the upcoming report card days. Ah, life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things this weekend have kept me alive though. I actually got invited to help at Casey's niece's birthday party by her mother, who I thought utterly hated me. Well, at first I didn't give an answer, but last minute I called and asked if they still needed help. Well, she asked Casey if she wanted me to come, so she let me come to the bowling alley. She did not like me much. Ah well. Casey's sister offered to take me to their house since I had nothing to do. There, we had a lot of fun. xD Cool, yet sadly, it was the most time we've ever spent together next to AX. Should I feel sad about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, I've come to the conclusion that her mom doesn't like me, and because Casey didn't introduce me to her dad, I was a bit neutral with him. Mmm, it can be dealt with, however. Besides, it was the best day I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings are bliss, are they not? Well, we've been planning to get married on Ragnarok Online. We've been engaged for 8 months. Usually, the wedding would be instant and even no more than 30 minutes after the proposal on RO. But thanks to way too many invited guests, we could never get it done. We're planning to get married later tonight, no matter who's on, but there has to be ONE person online, someone who really wanted to come, so if he doesn't show, we can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have I mentioned? It's the four-month anniversary for our real life relationship today. Yes, we celebrate that. I don't care if you think we're weird, you should have noticed that by now! Anyhoo, presents are welcome, just send an e-mail and I'll reply with our addresses, kthx. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawww just kiddin' about the presents. I'm happy the relationship lasted this long. xD;; Quite surprised, yet not surprised. I guess it all comes down to how long you're willing to work with the relationship, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am in love with the brilliant green and Stephanie right now. No, Stephanie isn't some tramp I know, she's a Japanese-Armenian-American singer, and the brilliant green is not referring to the color. They're the artists that did the second opening and second ending for Mobile Suit Gundam 00, the anime I am currently obsessed with. Yes, I like Gundam. Suck it up. Suck it up good, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brilliant green did Ash Like Snow, a song about... well, ash falling like snow. It fits the plot quite nicely, as the episodes that this particular opening first appeared were quite chaotic. In fact, the opening video says it all. Animation overkill, I heard it referred to on one blog, and I have to say that I agree. The action scenes are so fast that you lose track of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SiY5BldfxNY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SiY5BldfxNY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie did the song Friends. I was a bit iffy at this song, at first. I suppose it was just because I was used to the first ending, Wana by The Back Horn, which was basically a weirdass song with screaming that isn't a screamo song. Yeah, I said it. Wana's singing is like screaming. As I got used to it, I began to love it. Friends is a slow rock song, and it pretty nice to listen to, I must say. This is partly because of the lack of Engrish. No, don't get me wrong, there are English lyrics, but her English is pretty good, thanks to the American side of her ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJX6x7apXlU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJX6x7apXlU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding anime, I also began to watch a series today that I happened to stumble upon while browsing &lt;a href="http://www.mymenclave.com/"&gt;Menclave's main page&lt;/a&gt;. Shigofumi (literally "posthumous letter" ["death note" anyone?]), a short series that's like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higurashi_no_naku_koro_ni"&gt;Higurashi&lt;/a&gt;, but with new characters with each situation. The story is about a mysterious girl who goes around giving loved ones of a recently deceased person a letter from the one who died, written AFTER the death. Quite a nice plot, and I'm happy to watch it, given the potential I see from it. However, it can, after all, go like the .hack series (a series I admit to being a die hard fan to) went: a potentially groundbreaking plot, carried out in a sloppy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First episode was pretty good, with a little &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_Days_%28game%29"&gt;School Days&lt;/a&gt; touch at the end. The plot twist was pretty damn clever if I do say so myself. I'll be keeping my eye on this series all the way to the end if it keeps spitting out good stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to get around to watching the KyoAni "spiritual" trilogy, Air, Kanon, and Clannad. (Pretty popular, if you're an anime fan and you haven't heard of this, kill yourself.) Sure, the stories can be girly, but hell, I watched every episode of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucky_Star_%28manga%29"&gt;Lucky Star&lt;/a&gt;, some even twice, and enjoyed it. I'll give 'em a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going to a play at Casey's school tomorrow. I'll look forward to it, seeing as someone from my own school is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now! Wish me luck for report cards! I'll need it. Jya ne~&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-1236598061811095071?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/1236598061811095071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=1236598061811095071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/1236598061811095071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/1236598061811095071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-blog-12108.html' title='Nearly Daily Blog 1/21/08'/><author><name>Dorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080614983848060043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-6182385622881244226</id><published>2008-01-10T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:56:40.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chireiyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>mmm... random comments</title><content type='html'>Well... I haven't posted a new entry in a while yet again.  Sadly, I can't remember everything that happened.  So I'll just list down the important things.  Then again, those "important" things qualify as those that I actually remember and have the patience to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened since... wait let me check the date...  Saturday, December 15.  Well yeah if you can tell Chris' modem got fixed.  Quite ironic though.  He gets a new modem (or something like that) a day or so before Christmas vacation starts.  Thing is, I already had a whole list of anime I'd watch while being all by my lonesome.  Well... I guess that idea is thrown out the window.  But I already started a bunch of new series so I HAVE to finish them.  DDx  So unfair!!!  Oh well... it's better to have someone thar instead of being all alone watching anime and fueling the fire which burns a hole in my wallet once I step into the great sanctuary known as AnimeExpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH that reminds me...  Pre-Registration for AnimeExpo '08 had begun!  They announce it... a few days before the new year.  There's some special offer to get a 4-day pass for only $45 but that's only pre-register &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; 2008.  But they only announced it a few days before it hit January 1st!!!  That's just plain wrong... so I missed the special offer.  Now it's $50 ;___; so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's go back to Christmas.  I don't remember what happened then.  Yep...  Just had the whole family over and ate food etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years...  That was interesting.  My sister just finished renovating her house.  Now there's a new den and there's also a guest room.  The guest room is nice!! :D  I love it.  My niece, nephew, cousin, and I all hung out there playing games.  I must add... Scrabble is the evilest game out there.  I am horrible at that game... ew.  Well once it struck 12 we all jumped for joy or whatever...  Jumped for money?  I don't know how it goes.  Then outside we went to use the little fireworks (well... firecrackers I suppose) that my cousin and aunt bought.  My cousin bought a million smoke bombs.  Annoying as heck... they smelled bad too.  There were also these firecrackers that were LOUD.  We were supposed to let them launch into the sky and whatnot buuuut we were afraid they'd hit a tree and it'd catch fire etc. etc.  Went to home late.  Tried calling Chris... who gave me half-asleep responses.  Ah well it was really early in the morning anyway so it's fine. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this cosplay that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It's just plain love...  Akira Kogami from Lucky Star!!! :DD  Whhheee...  I said I didn't want another school girl outfit but that's an exception!!!  The only thing I'm worried about though is that I might end up baking in that outfit.  It has uber long sleeves too...  oh well.  I'll do it!!  The only problem is I have no clue how I'm going to pay for it...  No worries.  I'll formulate a plan! +___+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really at a loss for what interesting things happened.  I'm just drawing a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!  I got a Wii on Monday.  I really wanted a ticket to AX and a cosplay outfit more than a Wii... it's even cheaper but my parents decided on the Wii.  Fine with me I suppose.  But it really does seem like they got it for themselves.  I mean... my mom and dad played it before me!  They played bowling.  My mom (who generally hates and sucks at video games) scored a 120-something.  My turn~~   My score?  87.  That is just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my dad was playing with it in front of me.  He did the Wii Fitness thing (I don't have any games for the thing besides the WiiSports that comes with it) and his Fitness Age is 60.  I laughed.  So today I decided to give it a try.  My arm is still a bit sore though from playing boxing on Monday though... but what the heck.  I did pretty good until it got to the bowling part of this fitness round.  I just plain SUCKED.  But hey... I got a few homeruns during the baseball section... my dad got none.  I'll get a better score than him.  Maybe I'd be age 20 or something.  My age?  62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... is life.  That's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-6182385622881244226?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/6182385622881244226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=6182385622881244226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/6182385622881244226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/6182385622881244226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2008/01/mmm-random-comments.html' title='mmm... random comments'/><author><name>CHaRMaiNe!!!! :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210742280597229335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr8SouNhW7Q/Sr1YZwBLvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X5x_9ppZpj0/S220/NEWS+tehgroup+-+by+tweeahn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-4131254077858198767</id><published>2007-12-30T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:30:23.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, nonexistent readers, if you read Casey's blog and actually paid attention to detail, you'd know that my modem has been broken for more than two weeks. Yes, 'twas a sad period of lonely despair. Mmm, or for me, at least, probably a period of celebration having to do with Casey and Frosty leading the Twilight Manifesto choir in a Wizard of Oz melody entitled "Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead". Anyhoo, there's my self-pity rant for today, how are you? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vacation, so far, has been hell. I've been forced to go to Las Vegas, and some would say "Why are you bitching?! That's great!" but it's not. Las Vegas is something for little children and adults. I, unfortunately, am in the middle. I did retaliate though. My loss of internet has made me increasingly prone to text messages, running up my parents' phone bill by another $250. Victory (and a new modem) has been won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I'm back, Casey has somebody to talk to on a daily basis again, I have full use of Wikipedia, I can check my e-mail (nobody e-mails me anyway), and my guild on RO is working on a beautiful Lord of the Rings symphony called "A Shadow Returns". Life is grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a 360 and Assassin's Creed. ~w~ Good game, I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's my vacation in a nutshell. You might get more after New Years. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-4131254077858198767?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/4131254077858198767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=4131254077858198767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/4131254077858198767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/4131254077858198767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Dorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080614983848060043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-1339569677987324636</id><published>2007-12-30T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:51:18.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Christmas Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the holiday season. What an amazing time of the year. You have holidays for everybody, whether it be Hanukkah (or if you prefer "Chanukkah")  for the Jewish people, Ramadan for the Islamic people, and Christmas for the Christian people (and pretty much 99.9% of the entire non-Christian world). Oh, did I mention that Jesus was born around here, too? Well, I, myself, am Christian. Well, I'm Filipino so I guess that makes me Christian by default... or Muslim. I hear there are a few Filipino Muslims, but I've yet to meet them. Anyway, since I'm Christian I celebrate Christmas! (boy, was that hard to find out!) This day, little children open their presents sent to them by some fat man in tight furry clothes carrying a cheap bag who comes (pun unintended) d0wn their chimneys to eat their hot cookies. (again, pun unintended) Men and women get together to celebrate their relationships while hiding the leftover cookies they "stashed for Santa". Family, once again, comes together from all parts of the San Fernando county or, if you're lucky, the next room down the hall. Chestnuts roast in an open fire contained in an unstable brick crevice fueled by gifted fruitcake when your aunt turns away, the Christmas tree glows with its bargain priced "$10 for 2" lighting that looks quite familiar as if you've seen the exact same lights hung along your neighbor's gutter right out the window, a star (star of David if you're Jewish) (a star of David if you're a stupid Christian) placed gently atop the power-consuming tree that stinks of the outdoors and leaks water at its base, and white snow falls outside blocking your car from leaving the prison of your December family reunion (my dad's a lucky California bastard, ain't he?). The most beautiful sight, however, is the familiar miniature stable containing a man, a woman, and her newborn child surrounded by animals showing what the holiday is really about: alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's that Jesus thing, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-1339569677987324636?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/1339569677987324636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=1339569677987324636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/1339569677987324636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/1339569677987324636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-vacation.html' title='Christmas Vacation!'/><author><name>Dorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080614983848060043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-925565024432378393</id><published>2007-12-15T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:24:23.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chireiyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>a whole week in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bahhh I said I’d make this whole blog thing a daily… thing buuut I guess that went down the drain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But today I actually feel like typing out my whole week!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A good amount of the week I really don’t remember but here’s what I DO remember (which isn’t much but will end up looking like a lot because I tend to rant a lot – like right now for example.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday :: December 10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I woke up late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily I wasn’t late for school since I got into the classroom right when the bell rang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way the teacher excuses us if we’re simply a few seconds late. Anyhoo, this was an interesting day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quite interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The highlight of the day?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AP Biology.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But wait… let’s start with Decathlon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the weekend we were to have finished reading "The Red Badge of Courage."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well… technically we were supposed to have finished reading that ages ago buuut due to our laziness, we never did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our teacher had the last straw and decided to test us today on the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I, for one, didn’t read the book at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to look at Sparknotes the previous day but I ended up forgetting…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And might I say that test was HARD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was mostly multiple choice with two essay questions at the end… but my was that hard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our teacher gave us a candy cane to devour during the test.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I did just that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few seconds later… I have a piece of candy cane lodged in my throat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve got this test that I can barely answer and some piece of candy stuck in my trachea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not like I’m choking though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can still breath… just this feeling of having a candy cane in my throat is bothering me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My teacher notices me not doing the test and tells me to drink water, which I already tried doing but to no avail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what does she do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gives me a banana to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jooooyyy…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It did help and all but honestly, I don’t see why eating a banana is so funny to certain people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shoved the rest of the candy cane in my pocket and went on with the test.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every Monday we do a little lab experiment of sorts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today we looked at live protists.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking at them wasn’t that thrilling (although I found the little pink one to be cute [don’t ask]).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well this one group was messing with the little demoslide and the liquid that was in it (which the protists were in.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They decided to mess around and put it into a water bottle while I watched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Calling out to whoever wanted to drink some “water,” an unknowing person drank it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily she didn’t swallow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through laughs we told her what happened (and what was in the water) and she ran to the sink and spit it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprisingly she wasn’t angry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She simply smiled and said, “at least now I know there’s a protist in me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m growing a bit hungry here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why not take out that candy cane I had?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I did and began eating it, only to have yet another piece of it stuck in my throat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t know why they get stuck… it’s not like I really bite the candy cane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just lick it and soon enough pieces break off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re not that big anyway…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I complained to Danielle and she gave me a cough drop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that really helped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know how but we ended up talking about hips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to two of my classmates, my hips are pretty wide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I start to grow self-conscious when suddenly they tell me it’s a good thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t understand how…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well they drag some girl over who has really small hips and start saying “imagine pushing a head this big through that.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they’d proceed to making their hands resemble the size of a head and hold it in front of her stomach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How does hip size have anything to do with that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I guess it does make sense…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but eh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moving on~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast forward to lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just realized that I didn’t bring my key.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mmm… I can SO get home now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m so stupid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I was hating myself, Danielle decided to buy me a lollipop thing from the kitchen (err… where you buy foodstuffs since we don’t have a cafeteria) since I gave a $1 to buy me something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looked delicious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But EW!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Orange flavored?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yuck!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not a fan of orangey-esque flavored food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, at least the weird frosting-coated-icing-whatever around it was good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(It was some weird jelly (?) lollipop).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After devouring the icing and leaving a good amount of disgusting orange flavored “goodness” Danielle grabbed it and shoved it in her mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Um… ew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First off it’s orange.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then again, others actually like the taste of oranges.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second, I just coated that thing with my DNA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If she likes it, she likes it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon enough it’s the end of the day (well school day that is).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I call my mom to ask if I can go to Danielle’s house because I forgot my key.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom questioned me for a bit then finally let me go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second (or third?) time ever being to her new house and this time she’ll let me see her room all messy! (For some reason, I just really wanted to see it.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I walk into her room and I see that some “thing” is attached to my sock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lights are off and it’s pretty dark so I start screaming thinking it’s a spider.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Danielle looks and laughs, saying that it’s simply a hairball from one of her cats. Since when did hairballs move???&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally she turns on the light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it a hairball?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it a spider?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a bee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bee on my sock while I was trying to kick it off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprisingly it didn’t sting me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe I just didn’t feel it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well Danielle swatted it off with her slipper then smashed it into the floor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few moments pass by, etc. etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dad comes to pick me up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay the rest I can’t remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that was a F U N day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh and it was my friend’s b-day today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday :: December 11&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really can’t remember what happened today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I probably woke up late though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday :: December 12&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a SHCA meeting after school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I really didn’t want to go but my friend told me that the lady who was coming to speak to us was from the Humane society and was bringing a dog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eh… fine I’ll go… For the sake of the dog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And guess what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She really did bring a dog!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I forgot the name (it was long and complicated) but the dog was soooo cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was well trained too (unlike my dog – ugh).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lady said that she doesn’t now what breed the dog is since they found her on the streets, but by the looks of it, she guesses that the dog is a German Shepherd/Collie mix.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We learned quite a few interesting facts at the meeting too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of what we learned was about rabbits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently you can train rabbits to use the litterbox just like a cat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can even let them wander around your house!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That just made me fall in love all over again and want a rabbit for myself…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she started talking about how you can volunteer at the little animal shelter or whatever and help out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d love to do that but she said that you have to register at least 6 months in advance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eh… maybe over the summer I can do it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knows?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It might even be too late now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well we petted the cute dog for a while and the lady (I don’t know her name) told us another interesting fact about rabbits – male rabbits that is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, when they’re scared they can suck in their er… private parts (&lt;&lt;;), which makes it hard to tell whether they’re male or female.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was very… hmm… how to explain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I sure learned something new today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And rabbits can get pregnant WHILE pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I got home today and went on AIM for once to update my profile with a fairly… indecent quote.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s when my friend, John, attacked me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn’t tell him who I was (he’s the one who added me… why add me when not even knowing who I am?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And AIM works differently… I didn’t even have to approve of him adding me to his buddy list so why get all angry at me?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end he called me a bitch and I complained to Chris.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;XD;;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t expect them to start arguing though…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh dear what have I done this time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John was all arguing that he knew me longer than Chris (which is true), which therefore means that he knows me better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Umm… false!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=\&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I start to argue with him once he continuously states “I’m winning” to me every few seconds or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He declares that he’s the winner once Chris decides to stop arguing with him since obviously he won’t listen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, that means that he’s right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason he really can’t get that through to his head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I stat to argue with him and he still won’t see the reality of the situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He starts saying about how it was just an opinion and I’m saying that it’s false.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never said that!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it was just an opinion he could’ve just said so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was stating it as if it were a fact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was the one pushing the argument anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could’ve just said “well it’s my opinion.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Argh!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure it was my fault that I didn’t tell him who I was and started to complain about him calling me a bitch but seriously… I really do question how those two started to talk about who knows me better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How weird.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyhoo~&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I won (not that I care much).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He simply started to type nonsense while I was shoving some more stuff down his throat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He started to complain that we (Chris and I) don’t know how to distinguish relevant information from the irrelevant ones that he gave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well why give irrelevant information?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started to question that when he said that it was a typo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then what the hell did he mean then by we don’t know how to pinpoint which stuff is relevant and which are irrelevant when all he gave was relevant information?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the flaw right there!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a long while of me simply arguing with him next, John decided to type “I WIN” and then “BITCH” in the largest font allowed by AIM and then signing out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know about you, but I think that means that I won.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday :: December 13&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried to wake up early today, I really did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Buuut I ended up waking up last (AGAIN).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been waking up late the whole week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s gotten into me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I sure was going to be late to school today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t leave for school until about 4 minutes until it started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes about 8 – 15 minutes to school depending on the traffic and how crazy my mom feels like driving that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There goes my perfect attendance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s not really what I care about though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I’m really worried about is that I have to pay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have to pay $5 just for being late!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s just pure blasphemy! (I’ve been waiting to use that word.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I ran into the school hoping I wouldn’t get caught by any teacher but lo and behold, right when I hit the stairs the dean comes walking down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You’re late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You need to get a tardy pass.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She points to the office and I simply nod and say, “let me just put this down in the classroom.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was carrying quite an amount of books and… 3 bags.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without looking at me, she simply walks on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh I hope I don’t get in trouble when I don’t go and get a tardy pass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hopefully my decathlon teacher’s in a good mood and will let me slide for being late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what’s this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She already took attendance?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frick…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked into the classroom and looked at me funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply gave an exasperated smile and went to my seat, where Joey and Danielle were laughing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Danielle decided to say “here” while the teacher was taking attendance and my name was called.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you say savior?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher didn’t say anything either when I came in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh love~ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told Danielle and Joey about what happened lost night with John and Danielle simply laughed and started ranting about him and how he was obviously wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said that she’s known him for what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;12 years?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And still didn’t know he could be the person that he was to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have a vague idea of what happened between the two but the way that Danielle puts it, it sure doesn’t seem pretty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she started to say how Isay was trying to distance herself from us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only thing that’s keeping us together is Confirmation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But once that’s over, what then?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ll probably hardly see each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;II wasn’t that close to Isay to begin with… but Danielle sure was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says that Isay wants to be independent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides she’s got Ugi anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides, Isay’s been siding with John lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t really understand much (like always) but ugh…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well Danielle decided that she might wander around with Chris and I at AX ’08 instead of with Isay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mmm… still haven’t told Chris about that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t be that bad though, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do owe her something anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Joey wants to come with!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’d be fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dunno how Chris’ll take it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But really, we do owe Danielle a big favor and we don’t really hang out with Joey that much so now’s the time?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;XD;;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ahh what life can do to people…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In religion my group finally had to go up and do our presentation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the teacher enjoys doing is giving us a little “goal,” splitting us into groups, researching on that certain “goal” and then presenting it to the whole class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the other groups just simply go up and talk to us about their research… but my group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got creative!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I’m just simply gloating here).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to do a skit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our “goal” was simply review of the other goals so we decided to play on Solomon’s 700 wives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My lord, your wives have gotten restless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They want you,” the messenger tells Solomon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A reply come after much contemplation, “Is that so?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well prepare wives number… 25 – 100.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The others will have to wait.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mmm… that line was pure win.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was simply one of the Israelites in one scene, and a priestess in the other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(WOOT!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to be a priestess~)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I messed up on my line as a priestess though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well… hopefully nobody noticed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well Chris’ modem broke today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;--;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No fair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Loneliness will engulf my poor spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hrm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully he’ll get it fixed in time for the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yay~&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RO wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After how many months?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we just talked on the phone while I was on RO scavenging for an extra Christmas present for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finally found it… but right when I found it I stopped and realized that I never did check if he already had one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I logged onto his account and sure enough, it looks like he has one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully it’s not his…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it is, maybe he could just sell this extra one that I have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It should be worth quite the amount of money…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end… I never did go to get my tardy pass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday :: December 14&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up late again but wasn’t late for school this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up late every single day of this week!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Spanish we simply made fun of the teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was all saying how tomorrow’s his birthday so we start congratulating him on reaching the “big 5-O.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing is, he’s only turning 36.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During history, our teacher was simply looking online trying to show us pictures of trenches in the Civil War.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The search proved to be fairly unsuccessful but oh so entertaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ended up showing us a bunch of pictures of dead people in the war.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw one that was just hilarious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sure seemed to love it since he kept looking back at it… although the first time he hit the back button immediately after the picture loaded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was one picture where there were skulls of those dead and some… living people surround the skulls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“This should be my wallpaper…” our teacher tells the class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a while of thinking, he decides “You know what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually… THIS should be my wallpaper.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we’re back at the picture of the dead guy all posed funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s odd is that he really did make it his wallpaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got home with nothing much to do online since there’s no longer anyone to talk to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last night Vrashden asked me to read his fanfic and critique it but it’s Inu Yasha…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll read it but just not know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not really a fan of Inu Yasha anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I decided to play G.U.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before playing the game I decided to check when the last time I played it was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My PS2 stated that the list time I touched the game was on September 22.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A little shy of 3 months later, I finally start to replay the game I once loved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I should level up a bit first…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ovan is just way too hard at my level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But all the bookmarked areas are all far too week for me!!! D:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter… let’s go anyway!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boring…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I decided to go to this level 95 area which should be way too hard for me… who’s 10 levels lower than the level area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I came out alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only problem is Atoli.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OH MY GAWD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She just keeps healing and healing and healing and wasting her stupid SP and… gawd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since she’s running out of SP she starts using the stupid healing items that I gave her to prepare for the showdown with Ovan…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So to prevent her from doing that I start using my Fairy Sprites (or whatever they’re called) to restore her SP.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But right after I use it on her she wastes it just as quickly by healing us when we don’t even need it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh… why… WHY?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up using 45 fairy sprites on her…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least we managed to level quite a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Buuuut I still need to level her up one more so that I can give her an accessory to equip since it has 3 slots instead of 2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end, I still didn’t beat the game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So my mom and I went to the mall to go buy my “Christmas outfit.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She bought me some boots a little while after Thanksgiving but now I needed some skirt or something to go with it since I didn’t really want to wear pants with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After much search, I finally settled on buying a dress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s pretty nice if you ask me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just hope it goes well with the boots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it should…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well the first store we hit was a success.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now we have nothing else to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why not wander around a bit?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to buy Christmas presents anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this time… I have to buy them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well it’s either I buy them or I let my mom pick out some random lotion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I frown upon giving just lotion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean seriously… lotion?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to ask people what they wanted but all I got was an “I don’t know.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps they were joking but Joey said she wanted a teddy bear and Danielle said she wanted something with a banana on it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We hit Build-A-Bear to get a bear for Joey… but those boxes are way too big.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I just bought a tiny bear for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll just add some lotion and candy to it to make it nicer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As for Danielle… I went to Sanrio since it was on the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anything with bananas there?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well there was a lollipop… so I bought her that and a weird little tissue thingy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, the tissue thing is useless but cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I just have to add a manga or something to the mix…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a combination birthday/Christmas present after all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we pass by a bunch of electronics stores, my mom starts asking if we could buy a Wii there since that’s what I wanted for Christmas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can’t buy a Wii at the Apple store!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can’t buy a Wii at some store where they sell a bunch of… hey what are they selling anyway?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can’t buy it there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as we were heading back to the parking lot we stumbled across the that… fye store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mmm… they should have some nice DVDs there, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe instead of a Wii… I could just get those?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I went in and told my mom that they might sell Wiis here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While she went to ask I went off to look at the DVDs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s when I found a few anime figurines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom found one that wasn’t a buttload of money but was still irresistibly cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s perfect to add to that lollipop gift…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woot!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I decided to buy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s when my mom noticed the name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Similar to mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Carmine”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha… no.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I got home I noticed that the figurine’s hand broke off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Noooo… it was just prefect too!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no clue how it broke off but hopefully it’ll be alright…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody’ll notice, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right?;;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It could easily be glued back on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d do it myself if the figurine weren’t in a little package.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How did that hand break off anyway?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no returning it now…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The outfit is so cute though!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d so wear it too. XD&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Giving away the little figurine makes me a bit sad… it’s far too cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I’m starting to sound like one of those perverted otakus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Forget it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take it away!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway… my mom wanted to get my ears pierced and I refused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So she made a deal with me that I’d get them pierced tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh save me from certain death… please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well that’s my week in a nutshell!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A fairly large nutshell…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-925565024432378393?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/925565024432378393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=925565024432378393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/925565024432378393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/925565024432378393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/12/bahhh-i-said-id-make-this-whole-blog.html' title='a whole week in a nutshell'/><author><name>CHaRMaiNe!!!! :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210742280597229335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr8SouNhW7Q/Sr1YZwBLvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X5x_9ppZpj0/S220/NEWS+tehgroup+-+by+tweeahn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-344578376915285738</id><published>2007-11-20T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:54:30.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chireiyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>vacation = boring?!</title><content type='html'>Last time I checked, no school + boring don't add up.  But for some reason... I've been feeling realllyy bored during the Thanksgiving break.  Of course, all I've really been doing is sitting around and wandering around the internet... but even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; used to be fun once upon a time.  So my day basically consists of wandering around RO and then watching some anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I hoped for a more interesting day... not a disastrous one.  I have a feeling I'm going to be a professional chef one day.  Really.  It was time for lunch and I was a bit hungry.  Nothing better to eat on an extremely freezing day than soup, right?  I went and put the soup into a pot and turned on the stove.  I hate having to heat the soup up in the microwave for some reason... I really don't know why.  I think it's because it almost spills over since the bowl is a bit too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go double client and leech Chris' crusader while I go and kill Anubises in RO but that causes way too much lag for me sometimes.  Why not try and get RO to patch on my computer?  That way I could just log into his account there and make him just sit there while I go run around on my laptop killing little Anubises.  After a LONG while the client finally finished patching.  But stupid thing wouldn't work...  I spent the next 10 minutes simply bashing at my computer, trying to get the stupid program to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... what was that?  Oh right...  I left the soup on the stove with the cover on.  As a result, it ended up boiling over.  :3  What a delightful lunch.  Did I mention that the bread I was toasting got burnt too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little word of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never... and I mean NEVER ask me to cook for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Unless of course you want to eat something barely edible.&lt;br /&gt;If so, by all means go right on ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you lie to me and say it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so boring blog post... but what else is there to talk about?  I really haven't been doing anything at all the whole week.  I watched a few episodes of Chrno Crusade.  Umm I saw the seventh episode of Clannad and the sixth of Ef - A Tale of Memories.  What else did I do?  That's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one accomplishment for me today:  put the .hack//Roots OST onto my iPod.  I bought that thing way back in March and I only now put it into my iPod.  Why I bought it?  I really don't know...  Oh well, it's nice to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay the end.  Hurray for the most boring thingy in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:  Have I become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much of a nerd to seriously wish there was school?  There really isn't anything to do anymore.  DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-344578376915285738?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/344578376915285738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=344578376915285738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/344578376915285738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/344578376915285738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/11/vacation-boring.html' title='vacation = boring?!'/><author><name>CHaRMaiNe!!!! :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210742280597229335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr8SouNhW7Q/Sr1YZwBLvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X5x_9ppZpj0/S220/NEWS+tehgroup+-+by+tweeahn.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-8638964807315579664</id><published>2007-11-18T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:06:23.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Outdone</title><content type='html'>Bah, I haven't posted here in a while. I guess I've been too busy... Okay, you got me. I've been lazy, but now I am here to post! I've been meaning to post this story before, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday night, I was being dragged around by my father on his little business meetings. Well, skipping to the point, the man that he was talking to brought his kids along with him. There was an older sister, and a younger brother, both of which no older than 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to come off as cynical, but these kids were the most obnoxious spawns of evil. We were sitting in a booth at CPK, and I had the pleasure of sitting across the table from them. The table was short, and I was just in range of the little boy's leg span. He took his kid's menu and started scribbling on it with a black pen. I couldn't help to notice that he was staring at me as he doodled all over it, so I tried to avert my gaze. At the corner of my eye, I saw the boy stop drawing. I turned my head away even more, which was a bit foolish, as the next second he started stabbing at my head with the pen. His other hand was pointing at me, and he kept screaming, "Who is this, mommy?! Who is this, mommy?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom told him to stop as his big sister just laughed at me. He stopped, but the next moment his sister started whispering loudly in his ear. "Say that he's weird!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're weird!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant insults kept coming, from me being weird to stupid. Their mom got angry and told them to stop. Their dad, however, told them that I was smart. Sure, it sounds nice, but it gave them a new method to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's 100 plus 10?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept giving me these simple math problems that even I could solve. Yeah, they were that easy. I was utterly annoyed at how stupid they made me out to me. I am a bit dumb, don't get me wrong, but these kids were pushing it. They gave me all of these problems and I'd solve them. Honestly, these kids couldn't possibly outsmart me, I thought. I spoke too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they gave up testing my arithmetic, but the big sister wasn't done. She took our a little cube puzzle made of thick felt. She told me to solve it. Easy, I thought. I fit the pieces together, but I couldn't get more than two pieces to fit together. Within seconds, I was mesmerized. It took several minutes for me to finally solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did get everything together, the girl took the puzzle, scrambled it. "Watch," she said. She put each piece of the puzzle together, making no mistakes. I felt more stupid than ever, but I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I had to admit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They surprised me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-8638964807315579664?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/8638964807315579664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=8638964807315579664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/8638964807315579664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/8638964807315579664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/11/outdone.html' title='Outdone'/><author><name>Dorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080614983848060043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-1613752805469301281</id><published>2007-11-13T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:14:57.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chireiyu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Over Thinking</title><content type='html'>Ugh, World Literature sucked today.  We had to go and think about the symbolism of the sphinx and her riddle in the play 'Oedipus' (whether it's Oedipus Rex or Oedipus the King I forget.)  I really don't understand why we have to look into the symbolism of stories...  Maybe it's just because I hate having to look too deep and analyze a story.  I mean seriously, do you think the author really thinks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hard when they're writing these stories?  I know it may just be because I like things easy... but seriously, aren't we just over analyzing these stories?  I'm not trying to say that I hate symbolism, I fairly like it because it gives greater insight to the story.  Honestly though, just look at the big picture.  As much as it helps to look at every detail in the puzzle, sometimes just accepting things the way they are is fine as well.  Over thinking may just lead to disaster at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egh... well there's my rant on how I hated having to use my head to find the symbolism in the story (I never was good at that anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I hate Easy Mac.  You know... that microwavable Macaroni and Cheese?  Apparently you have to fill it with water up to the "fill-line."  But where the hell is the fill-line?!  I mean, there's a little crease in the little cup that they give you... isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; the fill-line?  No.  But in practically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the other "fill with water" microwavable "shtuff" that's what the fill-line is.  So wouldn't it make sense to make that annoying little crease the fill-line as well?!  Arrgghh don't these people think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you squint hard enough, you can see a liittttllleee dashed line.  Now THAT'S the fill-line.  I just noticed it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; I had filled the water up to the crease thing AND heated it up in the microwave.  So here I am about to add the little powdered cheese to this concoction which wasn't even prepared correctly.  No wonder there was too much water.  Oh wait... but NO!  "Excess liquid is needed to make cheese sauce."  Direct quote at that.  So wouldn't it make sense to think that all that water floating around is actually needed?  Well anyhoo, the fill-line has some text above it.  "Remplir jusau ici."  IS THAT FRENCH?!  Although on the other side there is some English saying "Fill To Here."  But once again... barely visible.  Besides... why put French??  Unless they sell these in Canada as well (which is somewhat believable) I think putting Spanish is a better option to vie for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this is coming from a very annoyed and hungry teenager sitting here with an extremely watery macaroni and cheese... thing.  I should so write a letter of complaint one day...  Then again, maybe it's just because of my ignorance that I never noticed.  There's also the fact that I'm somewhat blind and need glasses.  Oh well, they could at least make life easier for those who do not want to get glasses and/or do not have enough money to afford to pay for glasses.  This food is supposed to prepared easily, hence the name Easy Mac... but was it?!  Well... yes... but with some mistakes here and there, making the end result not as tasty as it should have been.  Then again... 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Apparently at my high school, we all get a free agenda homework planner thingy. For each week, there's a little box to the side (about 1 inch all around) labeled Journal. So I decided to take advantage of it and write little notes about what happened that week - I know, I'm weird. Nobody else was doing it but... what the heck!? I always did want to keep a diary, this would be a mini form of it. I told myself I'd write out everything that I had written down in more detail. So that's exactly what I'm going to do here. :3 I found my old agenda book so here I go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can take this to learn a little more about me and what goes on in my head :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A U G U S T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school!! But what's this?! I finally get to my locker after nearly being trampled on by a bunch of Seniors, Juniors... and even Sophomores!! Oh but lo and behold, my locker is empty. No books, no nothing!! What am I supposed to do? x__x;; My teachers will kill me. I see some teacher walking by and I tell her my situation. "Don't worry about it," she tells me, then hurries past me. Soon enough I hear my name over the PA or whatever it's called. Apparently they gave me the wrong locker (what?!). Soo now I have to change lockers... joy. The teachers are okay, nothing too special about them. All I remember is that the Spanish teacher is a real jerk-face. He says if we're late to class then we'll get a detention. That's no fair. -3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about irony. What shall happen next but me getting late for Spanish? It's not my fault!! They're the ones that changed my locker and made me forget that... So there I was in the hallway struggling to get the wrong locker open. The bell rings so I rush to class without my books. DETENTION! Oh... and take away some participation points along with that too since I couldn't bring my books. Ugh... it's only the 2nd day. Already I'm starting to hate this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily~~ My mom went and talked to him and the Dean. The Dean was all "Oh it's all my fault!! I'm sorry." Soo no detention for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a lunch again when I didn't have to. It's the Sophomore &amp;amp; Freshman lunch gathering... they give you food!! When will I ever learn to look at the school calendar and see what events are up? I did the same thing for the Junior &amp;amp; Freshmen lunch gathering. All that food gone to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuut after school my friend and I took the bus to the library. Over the summer I joined the library's stupid summer reading club... all because the theme that year was "Anime and Manga." Haha... If we wrote some reviews for some manga we'd be put into a drawing for some anime goodies. So I wrote a MILLION reviews, reviewing practically every manga I read. Sadly, we got there late so I didn't really get the series that I wanted. But I got the next best prize~ Instant Teen volumes 1 - 3. This manga is great. XD;; I wish they'd do this again some other time, I'd definitely join!! Even though I was a loner when they had their meetings. I simply sat at an empty table, doing whatever craft they had us do that time while all the other people talked and had fun. Ah well... it was worth it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S E P T E M B E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to San Diego with my niece, nephew, and cousin. It was pretty fun since we went to Soak City. My Kuya Jon rented a cabana and everything! I was freaking out over this one slide they wanted to go on though... Buuut it turned out to be pretty fun!! It's the one where it looks like a funnel or whatever and... eh it's hard to explain. It was a bit scary at first though because once you're in you're in pitch black darkness... then you're shot out into the blinding sun and go this way and that~~ Creepy yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my history teacher's a volunteer police person... and she has her own police badge. She LOVES to tell us stories about her life and I must say, they are pretty interesting. Today she brought in her badge and we got to stare at the shininess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... for this entry I put "I missed Trinity Blood last night T_T". Looking back at the entry, I always did miss Trinity Blood anyway. I never got into it too... I don't see why I was crying over it. &lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;Friday, 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle lent me a LOT of manga.... and I mean a LOT. It was hard bringing them all home. But hey... one of them was Saikano. And WOW was that a great first volume. So cute ~w~ I have a feeling I'm going to like this series. (and I do... a lot. It's like my favorite series now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O C T O B E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gya! October! &gt;&lt;" that's one informative entry that I wrote there... Tuesday, 3  What's this?! Danielle's so cruel... she went back on her word. She says she doesn't like Haseo anymore. DD:  Today my desk broke in Composition. It wasn't my fault... really. OO; It was already wobbly (the uh... desk part) and this one girl, who's quite err... heavy, decides to push down on it and BAM! It just pops right off. Haha, I'm just glad my teacher didn't make a big deal out of it.  Wednesday, 11  There was a SHCA (Science and Health Career Academy - some program I'm in for those that want to take a career in science or health) meeting today so that meant I had to take the bus instead of going home with my friend. So me and Montero, who usually comes home with me, decided to go to Borders. It was all nice~ I was able to buy a manga. So here we are, about to leave when she decides to stare at some jellybeans. Oh no, they're not regular jellybeans. They're the special Harry Potter kind that are a million and one flavors. Joy!!! But is that worth missing the bus for? I think not! While she was off staring at them, I went outside to see our bus passing by. Oh joy!!! We missed our bus. D&lt;&gt;Friday, 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Friday the 13th!!! Nothing special... Oh I went to Borders again today. It says here in what I wrote, "Got 'ASoUE vol 13! and 'Angel/Dust'." Erm... I know about Angel/Dust but I still can't figure out what ASoUE is... and volume 13?! Err... I don't ever remember buying any series' 13th volume besides bleach... and I'm pretty sure ASoUE does not stand for Bleach. If anybody knows what it's supposed to be, please do tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school! That's all I wrote down for this day... But I take it I was just my usual boring self, sitting in front of the computer and pigging out on food next to me. Yep... but it was fun, I can tell you that much... although I really don't remember what happened that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weird Rabi guy came to our Religion class today... my is he WEIRD. The sad thing was, he was all talking about Jewish roots and whatnot... and I kept thinking about .hack//Roots. Yes, I am weird... I know that. I can see why they brought some Jewish dood in... but eh. Kinda odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the PSAT testing thing today so we got out at 11. That's all I can say about this... I think we (Montero and I) took the bus home and stopped over at Tommy's for a sec and bought food. I'm not so sure if that was on this day though or some other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF?!? Test on Jane Eyre! ~%@!^&amp;amp;" Eh, I hated that book anyway. A test would be nasty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Danielle has connections with some dood that works at the game store in the mall. Apparently they have a poster of .hack//G.U. there and if nobody claims it (employees only) then it goes to the trash once the promotion is over. She asked this friend of hers to get it for her... and he did!!! She brought it school today and I had to carry it around with me everywhere. I felt like a walking advertisement, which I technically am. For a while I've been telling my friends "October 24! October 24!" because that was the day that G.U. comes out. I was no different now, except this time I had a poster to further encourage them. Right now, the poster is stuck to my door. It's so pretty~ Even long after the last volume came out... I still keep the poster for the first. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's my dad's birthday today so he took the day off... meaning I get picked up from school!!! And what better way to take advantage of this and go to the mall to pick up my game!! So that's exactly what I did. It was awkward though because when I stepped into the store, one of the employees was trying to help me when this other employee was all "Oh she's here to pick up her .hack game... I remember." That was kind of odd because I had reserved the game more than a month ago and he still remembered me. OO;; awkward... It was hard to resist playing the game once I got home. My dad made sure I finished all my homework first. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was some weird event thing at school where we bring a stuffed animal and there'll be different categories such as the cutest, the oldest, etc. etc. Sadly, I forgot to bring mine. Boo... I could've won something cool too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"omfg Haseo you asshovel! He's so cruel to Atoli T^T" Haha... yeah. I remember that. It was about 1 am in the morning or so and I was secretly playing G.U. (hurray for wireless controllers!) Arg, Haseo's such a bish!!! How dare he say such things to Atoli. --; GRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Home Depot today with my parents (I forgot why we went.) Well I was bored so I called Danielle and told her the whole story about how Haseo's such a jerk. She actually listened though, which was amazing. I mean, she doesn't even know who Atoli is and only has a vague description of Haseo. It was nice venting though... wow, I get so worked up over a video game. But hey... it's .hack. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle brought a hat to school today for me to use for Halloween tomorrow. It's Puchiko's (from DiGi Charat) hat. Tomorrow I'm going to be an anime nerd. XDD I lost my fake glasses though... that kind of ruined it. I have a little shirt with some character from Kodocha (I never saw that series) and I'll be bringing by AX badge with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween!!! UGH. Everybody thought I was Pikachu... come ON. Today sucked. --;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but my niece and nephew came over... Chesca likes to play G.U. with me because she thinks she's actually playing. I got to the scene where the whole PaixHaseo fanservice ensues. It was funny... I was seriously laughing. Sure it's supposed to bring tears to your eyes but... it had the completely opposite effect on me. Haseo suffering and bawling = pure win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N O V E M B E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat .hack//G.U. ... no. NO!! Ugh, how am I going to survive until volume 2 comes out?! Boo... I was simply playing, charging right into battles without a care. And then... the ending credits?! WHAT?!!?!?! I'm telling you, I seriously stared at the screen throughout the whole time the credits rolled. I was in so much shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on the dothackers forums are mmeeaaannnn!!!! Somebody (I forgot who) said that Alkaid doesn't like me. Not that I want her to like me because that'd be kind of creepy but... boo. Alkaid's like... one of my favorite characters from G.U. and AlkaidxHaseo is so much better than AtolixHaseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally saw the topic in dothackers about a subliminal message in .hack//SIGN in where the little writings on the wall somehow manage to spell "sex" if you squint hard enough. Kind of odd that I NEVER noticed that... considering I've watched //SIGN a million times (seriously... my mom got sick and tired of hearing the same dialogue over and over again that she told me to stop ^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight's the night!! The night that .hack//Roots premieres on Cartoon Network. Me, Montero, and Chris all agreed on pulling an all nighter to watch it. And so I did. I played G.U. for a while, going on to raise my level, get all the items, complete the Ryu books. Then it got a bit boring... so I went to bed and read. I fell asleep for about 2 minutes... only to be awakened by the wonderful sounds of the OP to Roots. My that was an interesting episode... I noticed by Haseo's first "ugh~" though (first line in the show) that it wasn't Yuri Lowenthal. Oh well, I guess the dub is okay... Shino's voice is a little disappointing though... and EW is that Tabby?!?!?!?! UGHH... no. Just NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... did I mention that I actually like Haseo's voice in G.U.? It's... smexy er... I mean it's actually not that bad. I approve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT... BUT!!! FREAKIN LIARS... Neither Montero nor Chris stayed up... they just woke up at the time it was going to air. I guess I was the only stupid one to actually go and pull an all nighter... and suffer. But hey, I guess it can be said that it was worth it. XD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino + Haseo irl ftw?" I think this was when some picture of Haseo and Shino irl was posted... I have no clue why I wrote about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, for World History we had to write a story in the point of view of a rock. Eh, we had SO much time to write it but... like always... I waited until the last minute. Because of that it sucked!! I love my rock though... I think I lost it. ^^; It's the rock that I got in Confirmation like... the 2nd day or so. It was cool but my story sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Spanish we have to do these little reports weekly. I spent the whole last night doing mine... and what should happen today but him not collecting them?! So unfair!! &gt;&lt;" And my friend, who didn't do the report, was even rubbing it in my face that she was able to get away with it. Rawr... Monday, 20  Thanksgiving break!!! Time for the laziness to ensue~  Wednesday, 22  We has Confirmation today and I actually went this time. Montero's such a bish though. --; She kicked my chair right when I was about to sit down so I fell... hahaha yeah sure... go ahead laugh. I don't really give a damn anymore. -____-;; Pretty much my point why she pisses me off sometimes.  Friday, 24  Well you know how there's always a big "Day after Thanksgiving" sale? My family and I, we always take advantage of that. So what do we do Thanksgiving night but go to the outlet in uh... Camarillo (is that how it's spelled?). It was FREEZING cold and I just wanted to sleep. But noooo we had to go shopping for stuff I didn't even want (I don't think I bought anything, or had them buy me anything.) We stayed there until 5 AM the next day (Friday) ... joy.  Tuesday, 28  So I'm a big fan of Yowkow (Alkaid) and Haseo being a couple~ &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D E C E M B E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I showed Montero the picture of Gabi in a thong. Ah that picture is priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Smitley was telling us about how when she was in high school she was a cheerleader. However she was also a nerd... A nerdy cheerleader, is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, today was the Girl Scout Christmas Potluck. Each uh... level (?) had to perform something. Us Cadettes (and one Senior) decided to sing that Spongebob Christmas Song (Allyson's idea). It was pretty fun though. XD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Composition we're going to have this bake-off thing where we each make some food item that's related to one of the stories that we've read over the year. Danielle and I decided to be partners. We're doing the story "There Will Come Soft Rains". I forgot who wrote it though... I think it was Robert Frost. Maybe not since I think he's known for poems... But I do think it was him. OO;; We read that story in 8th grade too. Anyhoo~ We're going to bake some cookies. Like a big one will be in the shape of a cloud and we'll make smaller cookies that'll be raindrops and whatnot. So today I went to her house to start the whole baking process~ It was fun and her cats are cute. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a reply from one of the people I e-mailed requesting a price quote on how much a Yowkow commission would be. HAHA... in my dreams. $450... ahh... a girl can dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the video about our Big Bear Trip during Confirmation. It was nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car alarm wars!! My mom was off at the mall or something so it was only me and my dad at home. Suddenly we hear this car alarm going off... Then it stop... and then keep going on and on and on. So my dad was all "let's do that too!" So he grabbed the car key and hit the [panic] button so the alarm went off as well. XDD It was fuuun~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Topher for 1 hour 30 minutes... we just talked about stupid stuff. I forgot what it was though... but it was stupid. I remember walking around in circles in the kitchen though;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Composition final today... and boy does my hand hurt. Igh... ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Winter Formal's coming up... and Cyrus is supposed to come but... what's this?! He doesn't want to come anymore???? D&lt;&gt;Friday, 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep Winter Formal!!! It was pretty fun... Our attempts for ReymondxJoann failed though. Oh well, he likes someone else anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joann made me dance with her uh... date (?) because she wanted to dance with Reymond. It was so creeepppy. &gt;&lt;;; He was odd... we had to dance the freakin slow dance. -3- rawrawr... And and... Joey said that it was like an anime because I couldn't even look up at him. XDD;; It's not because I liked him... it was just odd for me to be dancin some uber slow dance with someone that I don't even know. OO;; The Winter Formal picture turned up crappy... because I ruined it... --; Saturday, 20  It's Chesca's birthday party today!!! I sat in the jumper/moonbounce (whatever you people call it) all day talking to Chris on the phone. Erm... wtf?! O__o;;; I knew him when we were little??? I still suspect that as being false. I went and asked my mom about it and she said she doesn't recall knowing anybody by that name... suuusssppiicciioouuusss +___+  Monday, 22  Chris and I agreed on posting our pictures on dothackers. So we did~ I kind of cheated though (hehe)  Today we had a strangely fun conversation about happiness and where it is derived from... it was fun. Seriously.  Tuesday, 23  Haha the sibling pact is made!!! Cuz... Chris is my kuya... probably not in age but in height and uhh... smartness!!! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;Saturday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I watched .hack//Roots again. I forget if Chris still called me in the middle of the night to wake up... It was hilarious though. I think this was the one where Shino died or something because I wrote "lawlz, Haseo's screams in //Roots are gay (episode 14)" Wait, nevermind. I think Shino died in 13... or was that 12? Well this was the one where Haseo was all screaming "OVAANNN!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!?!!?!!?!?!" and whatnot. Haha they were hilarious. XDD Yes... they were gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg... we have an Antigone film project. I don't want to act it out so we're just going to use clips from some anime (Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu and Shuffle!) and do some voice overs. But seriously... it's killing me. Finding all the clips to figure out how to make it work and reach the minimum time requirement... it's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we finished "Life Is Beautiful" in class... it was so awesome!! But... Ariella was crying like crazy. Still, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... apparently the episodes of Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu that I downloaded don't work with the software I have. So now I have to scour the internet for some site that let's me download compatible episodes... not fuuun. I can't find any... RAWRAWR (in the end I did find some :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Geometry we were supposed to bring some spaghetti sticks (uncooked) so that we can do something about triangles or whatever... Buut I forgot to bring them. And we have sooo many pieces of spaghetti and home too. Ugh. At least some nice Junior gave me some... but they were angel hair pasta instead and our teacher didn't like that. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Confirmation, while we were waiting for us to go inside... Danielle, Isay, and I danced the Hare Hare Yukai. XDD it was fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a laptop is bad for me... It's a Sunday and I stayed up until 2 am online. Why? Because my mom fell asleep and never noticed. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got news that Joey's dad passed away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle came over to my house so that we can start writing the screenplay for our Antigone Film Project. Joann and Ashley are in our group too but eh... we'll just do all the work for them. It was pretty fun doing the screenplay and all... I've had "Ice Cream" by New Young Pony Club stuck in my head all day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A R C H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to that AnimeWorld in the Eagle Rock Plaza for the first time today. It's pretty interesting there... although they only have mainstream stuff. That kind of disappointed me. =\ Still, they're manga are all at discounted prices and... wee~ Look at all the stuff. I like it there even though there's really only about 1/4 of the things there that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went the library yesterday and started borrowing a bunch of manga. One of the was Haibane Renmei, which I read today. Well, Haibane Renmei's actually just an anime and they put it into a little manga format with colored pictures and what not. It's pretty interesting if you ask me... oo; They look like angels. It's cute. ^^ And it's by the creators of Serial Experiments Lain ... which I never got into. Buuut hopefully I'll like this one better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehhh film projecto" ... I have no clue what I'm trying to get at here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait!!! I remember. Joann and I went to Danielle's house so that we can do the voice overs. Ashley couldn't go today... maybe some other day? I had to bring my laptop to school though, oh well. Nothing bad happened to it. The whole recording session was fuuun~~~ We kept making so many mistakes, much of which are in the ending credits. Joann is an awesome voice actor... or at least I think so. It was cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, my mom asked Danielle to come with us to Chuck E. Cheese's with Chesca and Charlie. Wow was that fun... I know we're too old to go to Chuck E. Cheese but... it WAS fun. DD: Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to watch Blood+ today because I remembered... Eh, I'm a little iffy on the series. I missed Eureka Seven though. D: I really do like that series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo... Daylight Savings Time... I want my hour of sleep back. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our religion teacher left a sign on the door saying "We are in the library" and forgot to take it down. On Thursdays, we have religion right after lunch so the teacher was out to lunch and forgot to take down the sign before some of us came to the classroom. So there we were, more than half of the class in the library long after the bell signifying that we were late had rung. Nobody told us to get out of the library... so we just sat there and waited. I was sitting next to Paula, who was fiddling with a little cord. It was one of those weird metal things that look like a bunch of tiny metal balls are attached to each other to form a string. Anyhoo, it was trapped in the heater and she tried to get it out. Next thing you know, there are sparks. Good thing nobody noticed... there was some smoke too. Our religion came down to the library to tell us to get our butts back up to the classroom so we quietly left, knowing that we had almost set the school on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally finished the film project... but Ms. Smitley wants us to put them on DVDs. But UGH the stupid software (Pinnacle) keeps stopping the burning-onto-DVD-ness at 5 minutes. And I don't think we're allowed to make a 2 part film project. At least Ms. Smitley extended the deadline for us... maybe then I could figure it out. My burner is retarded too... sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. Ugh --; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but today... after a million blank DVDs later... it finally worked!!! I must thank my dad for having me install two different video editing software (no... not windows movie maker). I had to transfer it onto the other software... which made an AWESOME menu as well. I put my little amv that I made with "Ice Cream" as the menu background. It's awesome. &lt;3&gt;Monday, 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 am and I'm still online. Well... why not make a quest thread on gaia? Maybe then I can finally have my dream avi!! So there I was, online... making a quest thread in the middle of the night when I had school the very same day. At 2 am I finished with the quest thread. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Smitley wants us to write down our names, our block, our class, and "Antigone Film Project" on the DVD. So why not? We have to turn it in today anyway... so there I was, right before leaving for school with a sharpie in my hand. I guess you can say I ruined the DVD with my messy handwriting... but I turned in the flim project right before the bell rang with a smile. That film project was awesome... some people may beg to differ but I LOVED it. Our group is made of pure win. P U R E W I N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my... it hasn't even been a week and my quest thread has already reached 100 pages? Woooow!!! It was all thanks to the awesomest bumpers: Dorali and ` E M O :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ` E M O showed me a site explaining how to make foam armor... You don't know how much &lt;3&gt;Tuesday, 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Career Day at school. Apparently the Photographer that was supposed to be coming never showed so I got assigned to a College Professor. BORING. Although she did give us some Sudoku worksheets... which I never did manage to solve. Oh well, not like I'm going to become a photographer anyway (it was just for fun) considering how I can barely hold a camera steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! Dothackers has been shut down??? The forum isn't working either... This better be an April Fool's joke... but it's not even April yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A P R I L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was just an April Fool's Day joke... it was fun too. There was only one thread open so everybody online was just posting away on there. Ah... we even played Monopoly. Apparently I was the iron... and Kouen made me iron his clothes. T__T But nooo~~ Red Frost came in to save the day and told me to take a bamboo sword and defend myself. An iron and a bamboo sword... doesn't really work out but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Chris and I made our own forum... It's destined for doom but we can have fun while it lasts. The name? Flying Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ms. Smitley's birthday today so we decided to give her a surprise birthday party. I forgot to bring food but other people did!! We had a cake and everything. A few minutes before the bell rang, one of the teachers opened the door to the classroom for us so we can set up all the food and hide. Then he distracted Ms. Smitley while we got organized... the minute she walked into the room was priceless! We ate... and ate... and ate... it was fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easter Vacation! I stayed up until 5 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 4 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 3 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally saw the first episode of Lucky Star... and WOW. I love it. &lt;33&gt;Friday, 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up until 2 am... I'm noticing a pattern here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a new gaia profile. It's cute!! It's Kamichama Karin and has Karin in a panda outfit hugging a little Kazune panda. &gt;w&lt;&gt;Monday, 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... the whole Virginia Tech thing... =\ I'd rather not write about that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Smitley wants us to pick a song... any song... and we're going to listen to it in class and analyze the lyrics. Me and Joann had a heated debate over which one of us can claim "Hey There Delilah" by the Plain White T's. In the end... none of us chose that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo!! RO finally finished downloading. Time to pig out on Sakray~~ Oh wait... or was this when RebirthRO finished downloading? I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and apparently Ms. Smitley's brother has a dog. I forgot what the name was... but it's Japanese. If translated into English it means "crazy white wine dog." Anybody know what it is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this weird retreat thing today... and in our groups we had to come up with some situation. We'd hold up 10 fingers and for every situation we have been in, we'd take away one finger. I for one... had 8 in the end while others had about... 1 or even -3 or so. I officially have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh life. So on Rebirth Chris and ohdeargawd I forgot his name... oh!! Soren. They want me to be an acolyte. Aww but mages seem so much cooler. D: Igh... fine I'll be an acolyte. -3- Don't blame me if I suck at healing and you suddenly wish you had a mage in your party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now comes the point in my life where all I talk about is RO. So if I start not making sense to some of yes who don't play Ragnarok... just know that I'm talking about an online game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris made a gunslinger... that kind of pissed me off for some reason. XD;; I really don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting in the middle of Izlude like I always do and an assassin comes up to me. He asks if I want a pet... well... sure why not? I always did want a pet. So now I have a little pet Drops named Tacho (since that was the name he gave it and I can't change it.) Cute!!! I love Tacho. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Talent Show's today... and I got a bunch of people to dance the Hare Hare Yukai with me. I'm only participating because Mr. Calderon said we'd get extra credit in Spanish... so why not? I love this dance anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we had a retreat today to that umm... cathedral in downtown. During lunch we were all practicing. I even brought a change of clothes to wear for the talent show. Danielle made me a ribbon that's like Haruhi's except white instead of yellow... sadly my hair was being a bish and was SUPER puffy. Annoying. --;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was okay... people laughed though. XDD But later they were all saying how we did good. I have no clue whether I should feel proud or whether I should regret ever dancing up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... so a while back I was sitting in front of Payon Dungeon because that was where I leveled. I was just taking a rest when some thief starts talking to me. His name's Vrashden. My he caused a lot of trouble for me... it was all pretty interesting though. Made RO a bit more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one day he sent me a PM after I had accepted his friends request that one time I met him. He was asking if I was mad at him. Mad at him for what? He didn't even do anything but say hi... awkward... (This was a different day... I forgot what day... but he was an Assassin already... luckybuttface). That same day he was all telling me about how I should be careful about what I put at heaven's door. He uses a lot of big words and sayings... he confuses me. But it left me pondering. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... today he told me to meet up with him so I did. I told him I was one map south of Morroc and he found me there. I sat next to him and he started talking about this Archer he met in Izlude. It seemed as if she liked him and whatever... she even asked him to watch her in PvP. He rejected though. So why exactly is he telling me this? Kind of... strange. He's a strange strange man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know he's all talking about how I'm interesting and whatever... awkward. Oo;;&lt;br /&gt;Then he tells me not to sit too close or else he might get the wrong idea. Alrighty... I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on RO are weeeiiirrd... I met this one person... Alien. Wow is he weird. He started talking to me and was all "haha, itz funny cuz its lik ur talking to an alien". Ahahahahahhahaaa... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down that I had an emo talk with Topher today... don't remember why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Chris actually called me in the morning to remind me to put on sunblock. I didn't really think he'd do it but hey... that was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien is weird... he said "i luv u". When I replied with a "huh? oo;" he was all "nothing, i was just thinking out loud lol" or whatever he said... HAHA my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down "ALKAIIIIIIIDD!!!" Whether or not this means that I got to the scene where Alkaid falls into a coma in vol. 2 (yes I got .hack//G.U. volume 2) I have no clue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorre is hard... But fun!! Gorre has to be the cutest avatar in all of .hack. &lt;3&gt;Friday, 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to that part where I have to get my revenge against Bordeaux for what she did to Alkaid... AIDA wasn't that hard... really. Although yes, Oswald is a spider... I still think that they named it Oswald after that blue octopus from nick jr. or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Naruto today and discovered that Itachi's VA is Crispin Freeman. I found that hilarious because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Naruto)&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke = Yuri Lowenthal&lt;br /&gt;Itachi = Crispin Freeman&lt;br /&gt;--- Itachi is evil to Sasuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Noein)&lt;br /&gt;Yu = Yuri Lowenthal&lt;br /&gt;Karasu = Crispin Freeman&lt;br /&gt;--- Karasu is mean to Yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.hack//G.U.)&lt;br /&gt;Haseo = Yuri Lowenthal&lt;br /&gt;Sakaki = Crispin Freeman&lt;br /&gt;--- Sakaki is an evil bish towards Haseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an interesting find...&lt;br /&gt;Yuri Lowenthal always plays the emo people while Crispin Freeman plays the evil people that pick on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Vrashden PMed me while I was wandering out Lighthalzen. He told me to meet up with him there so I did... and his friend was sitting there in Lighthalzen next to me. She decided to accompany us on our daily "level Chireiyu up" excursions. Ikana... she seems nice. We were in Ayothoya Dungeon when she said that her friend, Bankotsu wanted to come along. Apparently Vrashden doesn't like him because he was all "you mean that friend?" and did /bzz Oh well... Bankotsu is an assassin just like Ikana and Vrashden... and I'm the innocent little acolyte that follows them around. This time we ventured off to Payon 03, where I met my first Bongun and Munak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on when I logged back in after having to leave, Vrashden started telling me about how he doesn't like Bankotsu because of his "vulgarity." Eh... okay... He said that he felt like he was free falling because one of his best friends ended their friendship and whatnot. Then he started going on about how I'm easy to sit next to... that's nice. :D But didn't he just say earlier that I wasn't supposed to sit too close? Now he's the one sitting close... He does want me to get the wrong idea, doesn't he? He says that he's hiding behind me, that's why he sits close. What a lovely excuse. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"muharr~ dorali's a crusader now!" hmm... 'muharr~'? I never use that much... wow. Anyhoo... today Dorali reached crusader!!! Yay~~!!! We were partying in Ayothoya field, bashing on Leaf Cats when he got to job level 40. Eh, I'm waiting for job 50... but he can become a crusader if he wishes. So he did!! He needed the help from my friend, Arlen, though... but all was good. ^^ Made me happy~~ But kind of jealous but eh... XD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo today Vrashden taught me how to change camera angles. Yay! But then he started talking about apple blossoms and if I ever used the shampoo. Erm... no? Okayy... awwkkwwarrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!!! I told Danielle about what Vrashden said about the apple blossoms and shampoo... now she won't mock me anymore. YESSS!!! She always likes to mock me about him and it ANNOYS me because I don't even like him. --; But now she said that he's weird and she'll stop. :D I'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Alien is just plain weird. He was asking me if I wanted to be his girlfriend... erm... no thanks. &lt;&lt; kuya =" my"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally finished Twilight today... not the epilogue though. I'll read that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RO is a crazy world. Vrashden decided to tag along with me and kuya as we went off to kill some firelocks and miyabi dolls in Amatsu Dungeon. Apparently he doesn't like our inside jokes... He was all talking about some "crusader peanut gallery." =\ That was kind of mean... Then he was PMing me questioning whether Dorali and I were just friends... haha. Well yeah... Oo But why must he ask? Ahh... no more awkwardness please. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our last confirmation!!! Yes!!! Freeedoomm~~ I fell though... Well not really. Luke and somebody else were playing around and Luke suddenly crashed into me, causing me to fall backwards and whatever. Eh, it didn't really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished the epilogue of "Twilight" Yay~~ It was so cute. &lt;33&gt;Thursday, 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww... Topher's gonna mock me about stupid Vrashden now -.-" I really don't know why I said he was gonna mock me about him... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo~ Today we wrote an emo poem. I don't know where it is or what's it about... but that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but Vrashden was weird today AGAIN (like everyday). We were in Ayothoya Dungeon and he was all saying how the torches are nice. "They light up the dark places." I think he was trying to say how I light up the dark places in his heart... erm... that's sweet and all but uhh... .////.;;; Ah... Do I lead people on when I don't mean to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Poring Island (you know... that place that's like... 1 west, 1 south, and then 1 east of Izlude?). He was all "whoever reaches the little island in the middle is rewarded with a kiss, okay?" so I agree to play his little game just to cheer him up since he does seem a bit down. He's going to use fly wings and I can simply teleport. Next thing I know he's there... what?! But I saw him walk!!! Cheater... he never said we could walk. So, since I lost, I never gave him his prize. :D;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty interesting. We went to the movies and watched Shrek 3 for lack of things to watch... that was an okay movie. Fania called me in the middle of the movie though so I missed part of it. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the mall and ate a chocolate covered banana. It was Michelle's birthday and it was her treat. :) A frozen banana... it was hard. Oh so annoying... I couldn't bite it because my teeth are sensitive and Montero kept mocking me. "I wish I brought my camera... I want to take a picture and send it to Topher!!" she continually said while attempting to steal my cellphone to take a snapshot of this priceless moment - me having a frozen banana in my mouth. Yay? Ugh... "Topher." Must she ruin the name? She ruined "chubby bunny" already... and now she's going to ruin the one nickname that I'm extremely proud of coming up with. Oh, we got Michelle a bear from Build-A-Bear too! I forgot what we named it... but it was a combination of my name, Montero's name, and Paula's name. Yepyep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my sister was UBER sick so my mom had to go take care of the kids... leaving me alone at home. What better thing to do then go online until 4:45 am? Well that was an interesting time on RO. I was with kuya in Glast Heim and Vrashden wanted to come... but ehhh... not today, please. I really didn't want to tell him where we were but somehow he found us (was it @where?). I was just sitting in the middle of GH with Dorali when he was all "I don't like being lied to..." because apparently he DID find us and just walked away. Well kuya and I decided to log out to avoid him... so we just made new characters, "Tsuu" the acolyte and "Kassa" the thief. Get it? "TsuuKassa"??? Haha... I know... stupid. (I'm Kassa, kuya is Tsuu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not to mention... I got Red Frost (officially dubbed Frosting or Frosty for short) to join RO. He's a thief... so we decided to meet up with him!! Chris had to go shortly after so it was just me and Frosty. Hrm... I wanted to help the poor guy level so I needed to be on my acolyte so that I can heal him. Without thinking, I logged onto my acolyte, only to have Vrashden log in a few minutes later. He started apologizing and was all "...do you still want anything to do with me..." Ah... I felt bad. I was still partying with Frosting though so meh~ Then he ended up meeting up with us so Frosty left. Rawr... Don't leave me alone with him. ;____; I'm afraid of deep conversations... don't do it. TOT Oh well... at least we became friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Chesca's house for most of the day because Ate was sick and at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an emo talk with kuya today. It was all in 3rd person. I don't remember what we talked about... but it was interesting talking in 3rd person. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a nutshell though!! Which I love to death. I wore it and changed my hair color to a pink-ish one to match the nutshell. I changed my outfit color too. I was a cute acolyte. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still online and it was around 5 am. There was an event happening in Geffen so I decided to go check it out. So many MVPs!!! I only gained about 0.14% though because I could only holy light them... Oh well, it was still so much fun seeing all these players gathered in one area. I took so many screenshots. I was just amazed at how many high leveled players there were on the server... I saw Rhythme, the leader of my guild, there too. Wooow I was just amazed by his uber strong-ness. Really... he was the strongest player I knew who was actually nice to me. Nya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER... the same day I defied Tsuu by leveling Kassa a lot;; And we were supposed to level together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... today I discovered that auto-follow is bad. Ryth's the one that taught me how to use it... Vrashden and I were in Ayothoya Dungeon and he was walking way too fast. Without a mini map, it's hard for me to navigate the area. So why not just use autofollow so I don't have to continuously change the camera view? Bad idea. Apparently when I was walking and he stopped, I'd land one cell ahead of him. He found in amusing and was all "There's something different about you today... I like it. :)" I had no clue what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I kept doing that and he started to ask me why. I told him it's because of the whole autofollow thing. Now that pissed him off... I really didn't understand why but suddenly he was all telling me to stay at least 5 cells away from him. That kind of hurt... Later he started to go way ahead of me so I just stay put. I ended up apologizing and teleported back to Izlude, which got him more ticked off. He told me to not do that because we could just talk things out. Ugh... after that he logged out so I did the same. Today was odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my one fear... Vrashden was on. He wanted to talk so he did. He explained to me why he was so upset yesterday. Apparently walking through a character and landing on the cell next to them symbolizes that they like you. Well on his old server it did... Well I never knew that so that's really not what I intended to mean. I was just autofollowing to make life easier... Oh misunderstandings, how lovely they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J U N E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo!! My dad brought a router home! Now for wonderful internet freedom in my ROOM. Yes!!!! &gt;&lt; &lt;3&gt;Sunday, 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaahhh!!!!! Azen is the best. DD: I told him about my birthday coming up and he... he... he gave me a Munak because I was saying how I always wanted one. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooot!!! After killing a couple more Firelocks in Amatsu Dungeon alone... I finally got to job level 50. O___O YESSSSSSS... I ran (well... walked quickly) to the Prontera Church with the assistance of the oh-so-lovely-increase agi and became a priestess!!! Yaaay~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today at school was fun too. Apparently Mrs. Green is not coming back next year so our class (the lovely freshmen in her class... not the sophomores who did nothing) decided to throw a party for her. Somebody brought a cake and everything!! While we were setting up the stuff, Ms. Smitley did us a big favor and distracted her, telling her to come to her office for help with some stuff. Mrs. Green was so surprised. We were supposed to go over our study guides that day but instead we did nothing but eat. We had a coke chugging contest too!! It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish my slice of cake so I started beating it with my fork... soon enough the frosting started to mix with it and it became a cake paste. :D Oh... and I also started drawing a million red dots on Danielle's arm so it looked like she was infected. It was fun that day... oh so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it was Frosting's b-day too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I'm telling you... I brought my locker home. I crammed all the shelves, all the books. all the EVERYTHING into my backpack and lugged it home. No fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one of the guild members was looking for a Panda Hat so she was killing Sasquatches like crazy. I decided to go check it out so followed her. Ryth decided to go on Rondo's account and follow her around on there too. Next thing I know she's off somewhere else and I'm stuck with Ryth. So I'm just sitting there... and he asks me to marry him. Oh okay su-- wait what?!!?! &lt;___&lt;;;&gt;w&lt;&gt;&lt; crusade =" &lt;3"&gt;Sunday, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... I think Misao has an assassin. I forgot the name but... he kept sitting next to me and asking me to marry him. Haha, I could tell he's joking but come ooon... how many people want my hand at marriage?! Make it stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I went and did the juice quest so I could make my own juice with all these annoying fruits that I have. The only problem is, I can't find the stupid place where you have to change the juice!! So there I am, typing in /where /where /where over and over to figure out the location by the coordinates. How irritating... Oh and Alien was on for once (he hasn't been on in ages) but he didn't notice that I was on as well. What a relief. But then my stupidity kicks in and I actually type in /hi instead of /where... making him ambush me. Oh jooooy~~~ He starts trying to get me to come onto midrate with him. Eh, no thanks. I like lowrate. Midrates suck. It's only lowrate for me along with the occasional highrate. The thing that kind of creeped me out the most was... before he was about to log out he was all "o btw, i still luv u" then signed out. Uh... wowww... I know I want to feel loved sometimes but... ehhh Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer vacation has truly started and I'm pretty much loving every minute of it. I finally finished downloading all the episodes of Kanon 2006 (that sure took a while) and I just saw the first episode. I'm a little iffy on it... but it's pretty good so far. The animation is great! :D KyoAni doesn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that Ryth married this other sader named Cassandre. Hmm... that's cute and all but he never told me. -3- Besides... he didn't even invite ANYONE to his wedding. No fair. =\ But it is pretty cute. He and Cass had to leave at the same time and they were all talking on guild chat. He logged out and a few seconds later Cass logged out. Next thing you know Ryth quickly logs back in to say "I love you Cass" and then log out before a reply can be made. Sadly, she had already logged out so she couldn't see it. Still, it was cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and kuya says he's going to propose soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh ohh!!!!!! And 1,000 Munaks later... Munak hat! You don't know how happy that made me. It doesn't look as cute as I thought it would because red doesn't really match with my outfit right now. Oh well I guess Bongun hat it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Bongun Card today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah but I need to learn where the keys on my laptop are. I pressed PrintScreen (is that what it stands for?) instead of F12 (to change the skillbar). So I ended up trying to use Turn Undead on myself instead of Heal... resulting in my death. I have screenshots of me dying!!! How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was WoE today again. Buuut we lost. I'm a bad luck charm... no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today kuya totally proposed. XD;; Ahh... that was so awesome. I don't think I was helping the situation either by not saying "yes." I need to stop doing that... but it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER earlier Ryth totally caught me. He was inviting me to come with him and Cass to magma dungeon but I realllyy didn't want to leave Dorali behind so I asked if I can get my friend to come. We survived for oh-so-long until I ended up making Ryth die (I'm a retarted priestess, please don't forget that) so we went back to Izlude. I'm all sitting with Dorali and Ryth PMs me. "He's the guy isn't he?" I knew what he was talking about but I tried playing dumb... He was all saying "He's the guy that you wanted to marry?" Haha;;; Oh joy. Oh well... not like I can marry Ryth anymore anyway even if he wanted to because he married Cass. ;P His fault more or less. Then again, I don't think I would've said yes anyway. Phwoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kuya and I... we want to adopt Frosting when we get married. I think Frosty kind of figured out that we're getting married because we kept acting retarded. The thing is, I have a feeling that Frosty doesn't want us to adopt him. Oh well... fine. Be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azen logged on today and we started talking about pools... I have the chat saved!! But there's a million |00's due to some glitch so I don't feel like posting it here. RO was dead for a while so Azen gave up trying to log in and just went to the pool. Sadly, there were only a million little kids there. Here here I'll post it... I'll erase all the |00's too because I'm so nice. :) And to save myself from having to rewrite the whole conversation between us. It's not that long anyway. It was pretty funny... or at least I thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : Was there rollback? Oo&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : ah, thta's good&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : just a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : that's*&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : so how was your day?&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : boring. ToT I tried for hours to get onto RO...&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : Nothing else to do~&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : lol, me too&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : then i just decided to go to the pool&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : Arg... I need to clean my pool =__=&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : and i was sad..cause it was all little kids there&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : haha&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : lol, i need to GET a pool&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : buy a little kiddie pool :3&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : haha, that would be the coolest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : just sit in that in my backyard&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : That would be interesting..&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : xDD yeah&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : i would be the envy of all the other 19 year olds&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : true true... while they're off in a real pool~&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : I mean... nothiingg.&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : yeah, i better get my floaties tho, don't want to drown&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : :0 We can't have you drowning!!&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : Should we get a lifeguard too?&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : Just to be safe...&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : lol, yes! what happens if my floaties pop?&lt;br /&gt;chireiyu : Oh no! I don't want to imagine it. TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;Azenthrall : lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... awesome convo. Short yet sweet. 'twas funny as hell, or at least I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another Munak hat. Still... no Bongun hat. So unfair. Apparently Munak Hats are more valuable than Bongun Hats. I don't see why because I don't really care for how useful they are. I mostly get the item for the looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dueled Frosty today and NickITA was watching. I lost horribly though. Come on... a priestess against an assassin. An ME priestess at that. I just wanted to test ME on him buuut I had to learn the hard way that ME only works on demon and undead enemies. How lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY!!! THE END. This is probably the longest blog entry I will EVER post. It sums up my life as a freshman (although I pretty much talked more about anime and RO than anything else) and a little after the last day of school came. So now you have some insight as to why I am crazy, right? Haha, I can't believe you actually read this all. Thanks. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-164453092954319104?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/164453092954319104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=164453092954319104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/164453092954319104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/164453092954319104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/11/year-in-life-of-lonely-freshman-2006_11.html' title='a year in the life of a lonely freshman (2006 - 2007)'/><author><name>CHaRMaiNe!!!! :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13210742280597229335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hr8SouNhW7Q/Sr1YZwBLvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X5x_9ppZpj0/S220/NEWS+tehgroup+-+by+tweeahn.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-4352214333921194959</id><published>2007-11-10T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:36:19.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nearly daily blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Nearly Daily Blog11/10/07</title><content type='html'>Arghh, I'm so pissed off today. A lot of crap happened this week. ~__~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;: I did absolutely nothing. I stayed online playing two-player solitaire (yeah, it does exist) with my friend on MSN. I was too lazy to even get off my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: We had no school that day!! Woot, right?... Wrong. It was still boring. I swear, there were points where I was wishing I was at school. None of my friends were online because THEY all had school. There's nobody to call, nothing good on TV, nobody to see other than my parents, who spent that day fighting about something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: I went to school exhausted because I stayed up really late the night before... We had really boring classes too, most of them, I was about to fall asleep. First period, we had biology. Usually a decent class, but all we did that time was stayed quiet to do our study guides for our next test. We had a sub too, so he was watching every single one of our actions like he was ready to lay infractions and detentions on all of us. I didn't even lay my head down. My next period was religion. Most boring class ever. I tried to fall asleep, but we had to do so much work. x__x;; I didn't bother. Next was break, but I didn't rest because I had to finish off some homework I forgot the night before. Next was English. We had to do a presentation where we were to act out a scene from a book. This completely slipped my mind. I was the main character too, so I had more lines than the others... Well, we went up there and did pretty fine, but I'm uber weak when I'm tired, so I kept dropping props. At the end, they made me read a couple paragraphs of crap I didn't even know about. XD; I sounded so tired, my friend was laughing at me. Next was geometry. Another boring subject, and it just so happened that our teacher was in the mood to lecture. I would fall asleep right then and there if he didn't check our notes. So I just took notes like everybody else. Finally, we had lunch! I couldn't fall asleep because the library was closed and it's hard to do it outside and in the cafeteria... After lunch was over, I still had one more class: Spanish. Everybody hates this class, and it's my 7th period so I have to have it every single day. The teacher was actually acting cool that day!! He let us finish Toy Story 2 in Spanish, since we were watching it last class. However, it's in my nature not to let a good opportunity to have fun go to waste, so I just played paper games with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of that day was living shit. I went online, like I always do... and I manage to dump all of my anger and fatigue on my friend. It was basically only because she was talking to someone else and a whole bunch of flashbacks from the year before came to me, when she used to talk more to me. Well, the nostalgia kind of hit me and, being stupid, I managed to yell at her. She just said sorry, but that just somehow made me more upset, saying that she shouldn't apologize if she isn't going to even do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She logged out because she had to eat dinner... A whole bunch of other stuff happened after that. She wouldn't come back online because she didn't want to get me angry again, but she eventually did and we talked about it a little... I then had to go because it was getting late, and, apparently, the conflict was never resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;: Pretty average school day. We had a half-day this day. After school, I went to the library to do random crap with my friend. We went to some Japanese restaurant, and bought little drinks in glass bottles... and the inside... just completely fueled my ADD to the max. There was a little glass marble in it and, being my obsessive self, I had to get it out. &gt;&lt;;; So, I put it in a plastic bag and smashed it into a wall. It exploded in the bag and broke it, and I salvaged through the pieces to look for the marble. I got it!! My friend was standing by, staring at me, and I didn't know why she was doing so until she said "you're bleeding!" I looked at my hand, and there was a deep cut in it. We went back into the library to get paper towels.  When I went home, I found out that the person I was fighting with the day before still didn't want to talk to me. I got worried, ditched my usual selfishness, and called her friend to see if she was okay. After a little reassurance, my calmness had been temporarily restored. It didn't last long though. I tried to talk to her, and eventually, she came online. Thankfully, we managed to talk it out before I went to bed.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;: When I went to school this morning, my friends were talking about their report cards. I was a bit surprised, as I haven't gotten mine yet, and I was more surprised when I found out that they had all received theirs the week before. I still don't have it. D: I'm not sure if I should be relieved or nervous. I'm a little reluctant to show my parents my grades, but I'm nervous about it too. What if my tuition wasn't paid? What if there was something wrong? What if the van carrying it exploded?! WHAT IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE ME?!?!?! erm &lt;&lt;; ehem. -regains composure- I'm totally calm about it.;;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;: Stupid day of school. I was sleepy, as always. The classes were alright, nothing interesting to talk about though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SICK. All of the cloudiness has given me a sore throat, I thought to myself as I realized that I run on solar power. ~__~ Yes, that is sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this day, too, that I realized that the friend I fought with earlier this week was refusing to say sorry. I felt like sh!t because of this. Dx I couldn't help but have the feeling that it was my fault, seeing as I yelled at her for apologizing on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: Yepp!! That's today! ^^ I woke up at 9. I went online, because TV shows suck in the morning. I was a bit disappointed that Casey wasn't on yet. -3- So I had to make due with myself. I did everything from idling on RO to trying to go back to sleep. I stayed bored like this until about 3PM, when she logged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're currently playing RO and editing this blog. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my week summed up in a ball of anger that I'd just like to smush into my wrists, but I'm not one to do that. Until next time~ ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~Dorali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-4352214333921194959?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/4352214333921194959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=4352214333921194959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/4352214333921194959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/4352214333921194959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/11/111007-daily-blog-thing.html' title='Nearly Daily Blog11/10/07'/><author><name>Dorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080614983848060043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-3015185756773020883</id><published>2007-11-09T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T18:49:22.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorali'/><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time... (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Yeahh... A shared blog. Strange idea, right? :D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're very strange. --; We thought about this in literally no more than 10 minutes, with no preparation whatsoever. Dx Thankfully, Charmaine (Chireiyu) is more creative when it comes to this stuff, so I'm sure we'll be fine. :D;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  currently taking care of the settings and fixing a little bit here and there for the layout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am aware that NOBODY will read this... so if you know what this says, congratulations. You're probably the only one. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~Dorali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-3015185756773020883?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/3015185756773020883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=3015185756773020883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/3015185756773020883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/3015185756773020883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/11/once-upon-time-part-2.html' title='Once Upon A Time... (Part 2)'/><author><name>chireiyuxdorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186117714267831113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5945390017976191423.post-5969742563843871596</id><published>2007-11-09T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:50:20.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chireiyu'/><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time...</title><content type='html'>So we err... decided to make a blog out or pure boredom.  Why?  Well, we always were talking about how we'd make a story about our lives.  I guess this makes it easier, ne?  Hah, maybe I'll try and recount everything from before we made this blog too.  Ah well, hopefully it'll be made neater and tidied up a bit... I doubt anybody's going to read this anyway.  Buuut just in case you are, hi!!! XD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, there are two people using this blog, so don't get confused. ;P  There's me, (Chireiyu) and there's kuya (Dorali).  And blah blah blah... yeah... oki... the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~ Chireiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5945390017976191423-5969742563843871596?l=chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/feeds/5969742563843871596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5945390017976191423&amp;postID=5969742563843871596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/5969742563843871596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5945390017976191423/posts/default/5969742563843871596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chireiyuxdorali.blogspot.com/2007/11/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time...'/><author><name>chireiyuxdorali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09186117714267831113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
