<?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-11197077</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:54:41.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnen Kometen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-113150544586035386</id><published>2005-11-08T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:04:05.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>New blog every one; &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/epictale"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/epictale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-113150544586035386?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/113150544586035386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=113150544586035386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/113150544586035386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/113150544586035386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/11/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112839538964922343</id><published>2005-10-03T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:09:49.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah last blog kinda short, this one's gonna be short to. I have one question that has not been answered yet though I have asked it many a time. This drama club that I know I can not join, but what are the reasons that I can not. Am I not gifted in the theactrical skills such as acting, stage hand, usher, techy and such? I feel that this is putting a gape between us and I'd hate to loss my friends over something so small as a club. ((Travis this doesn't really apply to you, same with church types.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112839538964922343?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112839538964922343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112839538964922343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112839538964922343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112839538964922343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah-last-blog-kinda-short-this-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112743084474805864</id><published>2005-09-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:14:04.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell on Black Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it too much to ask of a friend to care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112743084474805864?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112743084474805864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112743084474805864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112743084474805864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112743084474805864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/09/fell-on-black-days.html' title='Fell on Black Days'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112613505067900080</id><published>2005-09-07T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:17:30.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Brightside</title><content type='html'>Well h&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;llo there little kiddies! Welcome to my blog! Hehe, if kids red this their parents wo&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;ld kill me. Well the first day back to school was good. I saw every one that I know. I have Acting first block, which is the best! Then I have psychology after that, already have homework from that class . After that it’s the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; teacher in the world! Mr. Price, he’s pretty cool and most of yo&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; will say that is lame. Well so what? According to a few of you I’m a loser, so why should I care abo&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;t yo&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;r opinion. The point is I don’t! That’s the magic of Pippin! Anyways the only bad thing abo&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;t my Earth science class is that The other one ((other Hannah that is)) is in my class. St&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;pid little so and so… Anyways after that I have math, I’m positive I have no friends in it. Like I care. Anyways first thing tomorrow is socials with Storch! He’s a good teacher as I say. Gesh and I hope Reese isn’t in that class. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nfortunately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; he is in some one’s Math class, *cough* Alex * cough* and he’s going to grad&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;ate when we do. For me this makes thing m&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;ch more odd. Anyways Silver’s B-day is this Friday! H&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;rray! I’m so happy, it’s going to be an ocsar theme and Emily might be there as well as Alex! It’s gonna be great! I’m going to get her a Sam doll, or a cd gift card. ((Note: to self delete Matt from MSN list)) But this is all I have to report abo&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;t for now. Off to play puzzle Pirates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112613505067900080?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112613505067900080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112613505067900080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112613505067900080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112613505067900080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/09/mr-brightside.html' title='Mr. Brightside'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112413947648965525</id><published>2005-08-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:57:56.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Model No. 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I haven’t posted for a while, not that I was away or busy. I never am. I’m more available than the bloody car! I have decided that life is just barely worth living. I can’t wait till I get to collage; no more of this isolated shit making me feel depressed. I know I’m not one of the guys in my family, d’uh; there are many differences between me and them. Such as they get to drive, they don’t have to do house cleaning, they have a life something I can only wish for, mom and dad don’t blame things on them as much, every thing is my fault, they have their own computers, they piss me off. Alright now for the ‘I’s. I have to dress up for ‘special’ occasions, I don’t have a life, I don’t have many friends to hang out with, I don’t have a job, I don’t have schooling, I don’t get to drive, I don’t have my own computer, I get stuff thrown at me and have to apologize for it! ((What the crap?)) I don’t watch porn, there’s something you can do on another computer Andrew! Bastard…&lt;br /&gt;Well now a days seems like I have to do every thing because mom is studying. Yeah well it’s not like I don’t have my own problems to. Such as doing nothing. “Hannah get working on your resumays!”, “Hannah get off my computer.”, “Hannah get your own computer!”, “Hannah you have to take math provincials even if you don’t understand a thing in it!”, “Hannah do this!”, “Hannah take you learns exam.” blah Blah BLah BLAh BLAH! I hate you all already and it’s not even school yet. Oh yes and the car wash I was at on Saturday you don’t go to one and not get wet;  I’m sorry to say that. I had to apologize for spraying the car because I suck. Note to Self: don’t hang out with Kat any more.&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose last week wasn’t actually all that bad, I mean I saw people, it was alright mostly. I actually talked to two hot guys (Simon and Gab). Yeah Simon was a complete stranger that sat next to me on the coaster. No I’m not bringing any of my school friends to playland unless they invite me, in which case I will say no. Ha ha, that’s what you bloody get for excluding me through out all of summer. Anyways this Gab I saw on Sunday with my good friend. He had the best hat ever, it was black and it had studs on it. He’s the coolest guy I know, same with Simon. I thought I might have known Gab before hand from some bowling thing that I did with a friend but he didn’t remember me or the other person’s name. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt; So I haven’t been on this computer for four days. I had other things I was doing but then when I wanted to get on Andrew and John said no you can’t get on you spend to much time on it. WELL FUCK YOU! Hem, sorry about that. My brothers are all ass holes except Luke. I don’t see him enough to complain about him. Yesterday John threw lots of stuff at me and my friend when we were playing Stratego. He ruined the game many times and we lost one piece. Of course he found it and told us that it was obvious position was in front of the door, not in the same room. My mom made me apologize to him, it came out sarcastic and she said I wasn’t aloud to go to bed until I had properly apologized. Haha I didn’t and never will!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Pippin is getting a bit pissy now, so I’m going to play some kind of game that doesn’t involve going on the other computers which hate me. I hate them too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and don't say "sounds like you had fun." because I haven't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112413947648965525?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112413947648965525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112413947648965525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112413947648965525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112413947648965525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-model-no-15.html' title='New Model No. 15'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112310543751498621</id><published>2005-08-03T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:43:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I’m e&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;tremely bored… Hehe when am I not? Anyways I have finished my work for now. I hope I get a part time job soon so I get more money in the bank. Currently I have si&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;teen dollars; it uses to be si&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;… Yeah so nothing new has happened or anything, I want to go back to school so I have some thing to do… Umm I might be going to play land with Kelsey sometime and I might see Emily, Cat and Chris ne&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;t week… Hmm not to shabby for me, since no one’s planned any parties or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps someone has and they didn’t want me there because they don’t want me as their friend any more. Frankly I’d prefer if they said it to my face. I wouldn’t have gone anyways because some people just have the tendency to annoy me, such as pompous, know-it-alls that don’t have much comen sense. Then again I can stand Emily but she’s different. Anyways why waste a perfect night on the computer all alone talking to the one person that went to our school that actually cares about some of the stuff I say. At lest he reads what I type!-bloody spider- This makes me think that most of you have been shafting me, and have been planning it for a very long time. Some times I wonder if I should even tell any of you how I’ve been doing. You’d just find out that you’ve been successful in pissing me off. Can’t wait to tell my councilor about this! She’s told me that some of you aren’t real friends, and that I should find other people that actually appreciate me for who I am instead of back stabbers. (( I just put that in she didn’t actually say that.))&lt;br /&gt;Anyways for the rest of this week I’m going to be playing computers and studying for something. Thanks for making my summer ‘great’! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~This does not inclued church types, pms ((Port Mody Secondairy)) types. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112310543751498621?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112310543751498621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112310543751498621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112310543751498621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112310543751498621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-things-ive-done.html' title='All the Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112261585395522426</id><published>2005-07-28T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:44:13.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Bloody Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell today I slept till 11:49 am &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hen my mom came in and told me I had to get up to see the councilor at 1:30. So I got up, ate food, took a sho&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;er, felt kind of sad still after last night’s readings. Oh, have I mentioned that I no&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; have Make Believe by &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;eezer no&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;? All I need to get no&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; is like thirty other albums. Any&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ays my mom told me it &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as going to be hot, d’uh. She told, more of a command though, me to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ear shorts, so I had to make up an excuse to not &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ear them. I, for one, am not one for shaving legs or &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;earing anything above the ankles. You’ve all probably noticed that by no&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;. She suggested on &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;earing my shirt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hich I feel is a bit short but meh, plus I’d never be caught dead in public in a shirt unless there &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as a good reason for it. So &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hen I put my jeans on and a t-shirt &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ith my spiffy ne&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; black three quarter sleeved, French cuffed shirt she said I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as going to fry. She said that the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ay I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as dressed &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as not for summer days. Personally it’s less clothing than I normally &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ear to school. So she asked me to see my shorts and tell her &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hy I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;asn’t going to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ear them. My response &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as simple; they don’t fit around the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;aist. Oh you mean your hips, she countered as I rolled my eyes. So no&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; I have no shorts and I don’t plan on buying any unless I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ant them &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hich &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ill be unlikely. So after that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e drove to the councilor’s office in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;est Van.&lt;br /&gt;I, finally, brought my pictures for her to see. My councilor thinks I should get into some kind of contest and enter them, I’ll &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ork on that tomorro&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; I think. She says I have an eye for nature, texture, and foreground/ background/ midground. This gives me hope, that perhaps I can be a photographer, though the parental units &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ill have their protests against it. She likes lots of my pictures, so I’m hoping to some ho&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w &lt;/span&gt;get them on the computer soon. Not all of them though, because some of them are crap and others are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, I sa&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; a hot guy at Dairy Queen today, he commented on my necklace. I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as so honored. I still have around t&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;o payed days of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ork, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hich pleases me. arg I need to get a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Thanks for the some &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hat bost...~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112261585395522426?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112261585395522426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112261585395522426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112261585395522426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112261585395522426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='Sunday Bloody Sunday'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112251947199486948</id><published>2005-07-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:57:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Lossing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;le seems &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o be a good one for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;oday’s blogg. For &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he fif&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ime I have failed my learners &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;es&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; which I seem &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o be good a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; doing. I've red Raven’s blogg and was some wha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; saddened even &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hough I knew I would be dis&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;anced from her during &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he summer… I&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; was happening in school too, when she was da&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ing... Well all of you know who i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;was… *Sigh* I also feel &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;a few o&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hers have done &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he same. I may lis&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hem if I feel like i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. So I shall, jus&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; to name a few names: Alex, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ravis ((some wha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;)), Andrea ((some wha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; again)), Chris ((female)). I feel as if I don’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; know some of you guys. And I suppose I don’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; any more. I fear &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;I shall have around four or five friends nex&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;year, and no&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he same group. I never wan&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ed &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o be a loner; i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; is my personali&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;y and pas&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; experiences &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;have made me one. Well anyways sorry if &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;sounded a bi&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; oxymoron because I’m in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he habi&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; of no&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; phoning people, if &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hey wan&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;to hang ou&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; wi&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hey’ll do some &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hing abou&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* wha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;a kick in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ee&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h to fail &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;es&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; again, no&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;people didn’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; already make fun of me for i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;… "Wha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;'s your problem Hannah!? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;es&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; was easy!" and no one calls me Pippin any more! I ge&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;to fail nex&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; week &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;oo. Wha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; joys I ge&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;es&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;aking! So if you mus&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, fine &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;aun&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; me wi&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h your driver’s license. I&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; will jus&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;make my self-es&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;eem worse… As if i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; can ge&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;any lower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for sounding all depressing and complain. I mean I hardly ever do i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o any one because people &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ell me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o s&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;op complaining! I wouldn’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; have sli&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;my wris&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;s if you hadn’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;old me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o stop! I can unders&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; you jus&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; can’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;and i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t'&lt;/span&gt;d jus&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; be nice &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;alk &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o some one my age &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; one of my friends. Bu&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;none of you would give &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ime, or have &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;olorance &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o wi&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h s&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;and a few seconds of complaining! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hen you, all of you who have &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;old me no&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o complain complain &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o me! You hypocri&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;es! No, Alex you can'&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; blame &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;his one on your bloody pimple pills &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; make you have 'P.M.S.' because you don'&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ake &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hem any more! Even before you &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ook &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hem you were a pompiss ass. You don'&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; even have i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;! Some &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;imes I ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e you guys so much bu&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hen I can’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, for wha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he reason behind i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;here is none! As if to make &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hings worse no body lis&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ens &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o me! You’ve all pushed me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he end and over i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;! And if I die &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;rying to s&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ay sane among o&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;her &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hings i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;’ll be your faul&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry to burs&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; your bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his doesn’&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;include Lauren, Rober&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, Eric, Chris ((guy)), Susan, Andrea ((like she’ll ever read &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;his!)) or any of my church friends. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ake no no&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ice of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;his because &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; has no meaning &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o you. I'm not bi&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ching a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; you guys, you desever be&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;er &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o yell a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;you for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hings &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; you have no&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest of you thanks for all the wonderful help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;his Band.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dough&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; any one I was complaining abou&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; will even read &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;his. I only know of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hree people who do. Makes me cry... I wan&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;a Hug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112251947199486948?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112251947199486948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112251947199486948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112251947199486948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112251947199486948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/07/art-of-lossing.html' title='The Art of Lossing'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112183365843127907</id><published>2005-07-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:27:38.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, for all &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou whom care, I am back. Well I’ll tell &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou all about m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; mission’s trip to K&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;uquot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Trip:&lt;br /&gt;Well I left on Sunda&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. We had to get up at five and get to the 7:30am ferr&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. This ferr&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; was the Queen of Oak ba&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;eah the one that crashed. Tragicall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; we had the same boat on the wa&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; back too. So when we got there the Native’s greeted us on the dock. This was after driving past Cambial River and taking another boat. So ever&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; one in K&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;uquot is related to each other, there are aunt that are like five and under, kind of odd. The village was what I was expecting. We got to sleep in a motel the gu&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;s got to sleep in the church ((haha)). So on Tuesda&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; or some thing Tristan got reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;sick, so I had no partner for two da&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;s, rather inconvenient. I got to pla&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; with little children, and I have been told on man&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; times that I’m good with kids. Gives me hope for the future some what… Well there was one kid, Tanner, that Helen got reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;attached to. She cried when we left, I was tempted to tell her to stop. I mean, look on the bright side &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou’ll see him next time &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou go up right? So I could have commented but didn’t. Helen and Tiffan&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; were also cr&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ing in the hotel room last night, I almost told them to shut up. Note: do not like it when people complain or cr&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. B&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; the wa&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; I almost never cr&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; or complain. I have also noticed that over this trip that I am ver&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; neutral. For instance…&lt;br /&gt;Dave: so Hannah how do &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou feel about leaving K&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;uquot and going home?&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Fine I guess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;wa&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;s I would have said I want to go home, I sort of enjo&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ed it the kids got anno&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ing and so did some of the team members. Note: I do not care about looks ver&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; much. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; morning:&lt;br /&gt;Tiffan&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;:  I’m so chubb&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin thinking: Shut up!&gt;&lt; I don’t want to hear it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Helen: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;eah see I’m not reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; flabb&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; but m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; stomach bulges out too.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin thinking: SHUT UP!!! * Starts to sing loudl&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; in head.*&lt;br /&gt;Kelse&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;puts on make up.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Why do you even do that?&lt;br /&gt;Kelse&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;: Because I look ugl&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; with out it!&lt;br /&gt;Pippin thinking: WTF mates?&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Oh…&lt;br /&gt;Tiffan&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, Helen and Kelse&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; go on about how the&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; need make up and what make up the&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; use. Pippin leaves the room to get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well sleeping with Eli in the room wasn’t half bad. He woke up at six and when I woke up he’d come to m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; bed and give me kisses. Note: Eli is turning two. No I’m not a child sexual abuser! It was funn&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; because he wouldn’t to that to an&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; one but me, Beck&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; ((his mom)) and Dave ((his dad)). So &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;eah, and then at the end of the trip Eli got a to&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; Vespa! It was funn&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; because I actuall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; started the Vespa thing with him at church. I’ve never told and one because no one would believe me. It was a fun trip I suppose but I missed my kitt&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, speaking of which where is he?  So ever&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; thing was ok ish. Josh got reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; anno&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ing after an hour. He is so immature and he is a graduate. I reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; wanted to smack him up side the head. Tristan was a bit controlling. I didn’t reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;get to do much as in commanding the kids around but meh. I reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;couldn’t care. Some of the kids in K&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;uquot got anno&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ing too. The&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;’d jump on &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;our back and at first it was ok but after four da&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;s of it… &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;eah &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou get the point. I actuall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; realized I have muscle on me. Surprise, surprise! I didn’t reall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; talk to man&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; people or much to the team. M&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; puns were horrible. Like “Did &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou get Wost?” Wost is a place on the island… &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;upe, ver&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; bad. I’m just going to give up on puns from now on. I bought lots of sugar up there. Like the ice cream cone scopes were the size of my hand and onl&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; one dollar. It was insane! So an&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;wa&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;s the natives had killed a bear and we saw it hangin’ up side down full&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;gutted. It was interesting. I’m glad I’m back here though. So when we came back the&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; made fun of m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; mom and dad watching the sub races wa&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; back in the da&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. The&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;thought that the subs were something else. Pippin was not amused. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;eah, the trip was fine. We went to an island near by on Sunday, it was nice. The water was so clear. Like there was a fifteen foot deep tide pool and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou could see the bottom. It was nice but m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; camera decided to break. Not cool. My brother onl&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; let me take a few pictures with his. I was so mad that da&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. I sobbed over it and Beck&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; asked me if I was ok or if I wanted to talk. I onl&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;talk with two people about stuff like that, m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; mom and m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; councilor.  So that was basicall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; the trip. I’m not the best for descriptions of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I’m kind of meh right now, I want m&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; kitt&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; but he’s out prowling so I’ll let him prowl. Haven’t read Harry Potter &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;et so don’t sa&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; an&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;thing Eric has alread&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;told me that Lupin basicall&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; dies in the end… among other things but I ignored those. So I’m going to do some gaming for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~Watched the best Anima movie. It was so cool.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112183365843127907?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112183365843127907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112183365843127907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112183365843127907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112183365843127907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/07/letters-to-god.html' title='Letters To God'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112085772046394960</id><published>2005-07-08T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:22:00.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;l, I’m l&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;aving tomorrow on a trip. No electronics up to the place I’m going. It sounds kind of boring but m&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;h. I g&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;t to wak&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;up at four or fiv&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; am on Sunday, but I hav&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; to b&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; at my church tomorrow for a boot camp. Just incas&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;I hav&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n’t told you this It’s going to b&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n days.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ight hour driv&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;th&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; and back. &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ith&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;xcluding or including th&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; f&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rry rid&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. I hat&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; f&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rri&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s. On anoth&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r not&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;… I sort of hav&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; a sp&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;ch I’d lik&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; to say, mayb&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Actually I chang&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d my mind, no sp&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;ches for you.  W&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ll I’m going to be kind of bor&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d… G&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;sh, h&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; wants us to bring a swimming suit with us. *Groan* I don’t lik&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; my l&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;gs for one r&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ason, hair. I would shav&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; the hair off, but I am r&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;luctant to do so b&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;caus&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; of th&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; dry itchin&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ss following. Plus I n&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r g&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;t it all and wh&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n that happ&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ns I g&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;t ov&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rly paranoid about other p&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;opl&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;ing it. This is why I w&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ar pants 24/7. I hav&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n’t worn shorts sinc&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; last y&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ar in th&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; summ&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r. W&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ll I’m going to go play that n&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;w pop cap gam&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; so I’m out.&lt;br /&gt;~Pippin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;('.'&lt;) &lt;( '.' )&gt; ^( '.' )^ v( '.' )v (&gt;'.')&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;('.')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;()())~ &lt;---- KITTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;stupid s&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;nsitiv&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112085772046394960?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112085772046394960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112085772046394960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112085772046394960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112085772046394960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/07/goodnight-goodnight.html' title='Goodnight Goodnight'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112036112567540519</id><published>2005-07-02T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:25:25.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;’s been &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;wo days since moose’s disappearance ac&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;… I’ve given up hope on his reappearing ac&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;. *Sigh* I refuse to feel any&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hing about any &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hing righ&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;now. No&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;going &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o s&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e my sorrow feelings for him, I never did for Nappy, or Sam, or &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;iny or my grandfather… SHU&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; UP! Alrigh&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; so I’ve got some emo&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ional problems and I did sor&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; of feel unhappy for my grandfather’s dea&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h bu&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;hey, according to my religion he wen&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; to a be&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;er place ((&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ell me o&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;her wise in the commen&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;s and I’ll never pos&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; on here again.)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my grandma migh&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; be moving back to Burnaby into some senior apar&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ments near Bren&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;wood. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his is good news, makes &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hings easier on my mom and dad. Am I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he only one who doesn’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;heir paren&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;s? I feel so abnormal. I’ll &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ry no&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;to ran&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; on.Well I was going &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o say happy bday to my x, bu&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;I forgo&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; if i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; was June 31s&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; or July 31s&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;… I asked him and he didn’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; respond, I guess he’s kind of sensi&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ive abou&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; some of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;uff. He always was when I asked wha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; made his day so bad. I just wan&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ed to help… Yeah righ&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, I know some of you will &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hink: “Help? Pippin you couldn’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; help a dead fly die.” Maybe i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;’s &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; way of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hinking &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; every one, excluding church friends Lauren Eric and Rober&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, don’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;really care about me. My mom’s always said I’m one of the mos&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; ma&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ure &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;eens she’s seen… I ge&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; a lo&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;from people 20+, always saying how &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hough&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ful I am, ext. ext. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;urned down going out wi&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h my bro&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;her and his friend to his friend’s house because; well I guess I wan&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ed John to have &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ime wi&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h his friends. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hey’re no&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; really my friends… A&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; leas&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;’s what I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I had an odd dream &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;his morning I was half awake and people were forcing me to go in&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;his small sub to examine &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he mos&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; deadly shark in the Universe. Hin&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;: semi s&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ar wars/ really life. In the dream I didn’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;wan&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; to go and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hey pushed me down in the lay down se&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;and I managed to si&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;up really fas&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, well almos&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;because a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; very momen&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; in real life my eyes shoo&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;wide open as I sa&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; up. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his was a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;one in &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he morning I didn’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; wan&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o ge&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; up bu&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;I didn’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; wan&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o go to sleep. I fell asleep anyways. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he dream con&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;inued a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he exac&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; same place, I wen&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;down found the shark and saved the day when i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; was abou&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; to kill us all. I had a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ligh&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; saber and i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; was my Jedi &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;est by doing &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;, over coming my fears… Yeah I know &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; I’m a geek, you don’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ell me. Well so far summer has been boring, no one other than Lauren Rober&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; and Eric have talked to me, oh yes and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ravis bu&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; was only a day af&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;er &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ell me &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;he wasn’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he year book. I wan&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; to en&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;er my world where my books &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ake place… &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t would be so much fun, I haven’&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; even based a single charac&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;er af&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;er me. I migh&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; work one in some how, bu&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; will be la&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;er… Possibly…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy crap I’ve pos&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ed again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Pippin~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps: can any one &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ell me wha&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;Emo is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112036112567540519?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112036112567540519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112036112567540519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112036112567540519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112036112567540519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-its-been-two-days-since-mooses.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112026381850364448</id><published>2005-07-01T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:23:38.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I su&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pp&lt;/span&gt;ose I s&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ould &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ost more often. Wow, that TV s&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ow was really corny… Anyways I’m bored, I don’t want to com&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;lain about it so I’ll s&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ut u&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ow I’m feeling right now. Well Last nig&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;t the kittens ((&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ey’re&lt;/span&gt; not really kittens any more)) were out side on the roof. Skittles and Moose were toget&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;er on the roof w&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;en I went to bed, so I kept my window open incase t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ey wanted to come in. I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;alf woke up to my mom looking on my bed at 10:30 am for Moose; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;adn’t come in t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at morning. I know my kitten knows w&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at’s &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pp&lt;/span&gt;ened to Moose. My mom t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;inks Moose is gone; it’s the most logical thing for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is not being around. I’ve investigated out by the bush and t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ere were some new markings on the bushes and foot &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;rints in the dry dirt. T&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is is the t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ird cat to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ave left us. First Boomer, almost t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ree years ago now, Na&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;oleon, died in November in our drive way two years ago, now &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;oor little Moose. It’s raining now; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e wouldn’t be out side in t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is weather. If only I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ad taken &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;im off the roof, but t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;en it might &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ave been my kitten! I wouldn’t want t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;oor kitten, I’ll miss &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is squeaks and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;urr. Now &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;robally going t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;rough a wild dog's digestive system... At least I still &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ave my likkle Skittles and my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; too. Well, that’s about it for now, nothing really &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pp&lt;/span&gt;ens to me over t&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your anti social friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pp&lt;/span&gt;in~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wis&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; some one was on that I could talk to... *grumble grumble*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112026381850364448?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112026381850364448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112026381850364448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112026381850364448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112026381850364448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-i-suppose-i-should-post-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-112007559446995513</id><published>2005-06-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:06:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Nothing</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;summe&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; is he&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e and it's time to pa&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Ha. Ha. That's a funn&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; thing fo&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; me to sa&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; about the one thing I despise the most.&lt;br /&gt;Damn st&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;aight I hate summe&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;! It's sunn&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, hot, bo&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ing, people leave and never talk to me.  I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;neve&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; have an&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;(( Like I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;eally ca&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e)) Spending wa&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; too much time on compute&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;s ((6-9hou&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;s a day...))&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RR&lt;/span&gt;! No good shows on in the summe&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;People wea&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; sho&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ts &gt;&lt; color="#ffcc33"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ts!!&lt;br /&gt;But I love fall and sp&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ing and winte&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Those months a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e soo nice and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ain&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e not uber hot da&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;s in them with that b&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ight golden disk hanging in the sk&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think too much in the summe&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't talk to people enough o&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; they don't talk to me the theo&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ies come back...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid theo&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;EAH! I get to see my councilo&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;!^^ Happ&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;! Happ&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;! Happ&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;rr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; if I don't talk to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou,  or see &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou this summe&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. I'm kind of anti social &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;eah that's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ight me anti social.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I have stopped ca&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ing about how long o&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; f&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;equent these posts a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't t&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; to make me socialize in big g&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;oups. I'll just leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-112007559446995513?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/112007559446995513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=112007559446995513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112007559446995513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/112007559446995513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/king-nothing.html' title='King Nothing'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111930603256686263</id><published>2005-06-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:20:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All apalagies</title><content type='html'>We&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; yes I haven’t b&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ogged in a whi&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;e . I’d just &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ike to say sorry to two peop&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;e, Genna and Jenn, both of whom I have treated poor&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;y. I know I can be a jerk, I know I have my f&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;aws I can understand if you don’t understand why I’m even doing this. I don’t understand either. Also just as an update on my hea&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;th, yeah physica&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;y I’m fine. Unfortunate&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;y emotiona&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;y I shou&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;d be in some kind of instatute... Yeah… burning pictures and getting ye&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;ed at by tutors and parents. She a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;so to&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;d me that she wasn’t going to tutor me next year. She’s a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;so f&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ipping out about my provincia&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;s and I hate her for it. She made me cry for god’s sake! In the midd&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;e of a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;esson too! You know how hard it is to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ook norma&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; when you go home?! Oh we&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll &lt;/span&gt;I guess I deserve to be ye&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;ed at for a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; the things I haven’t done or wont do. I’m sorry I’m stubborn, peop&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;e hate me and I hate them. *sigh* I better get ready for another &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ecture soon. I haven’t done my chapter five review, at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;est I did the mock provincia&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; she gave me. *sob* p&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ease some one put me out of my misery. Sorry about the shortness of this blogg I’&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; post more &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ater on or tomorrow…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111930603256686263?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111930603256686263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111930603256686263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111930603256686263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111930603256686263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-apalagies.html' title='All apalagies'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111876408351294037</id><published>2005-06-14T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T08:48:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*#@$</title><content type='html'>I'd just like to tell you all that I am no longer going to comment on any of your bloggs. It seems that every thing I say is made fun of, or some how twisted to make me look and sound stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks a fucking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111876408351294037?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111876408351294037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111876408351294037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111876408351294037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111876408351294037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='*#@$'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111862534839293660</id><published>2005-06-12T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:15:48.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh, well yesterday was ok. I went to a wedding, it was ok. It wasn’t the best but it was alright. The guy Daniel married is really nice, and there was some thing that one of the people said last night that made me think, it went some thing like this: “He asked me how I was doing I said I was ok and asked him how he was feeling. He said to stop skirting around the question and answer it truthfully.” As I said not exact words but fairly close. This made me think damn I wish I had a friend that cared that much. Some one who cares that much doesn’t come around every day. In fact I don’t think I’ve meet any one my age like that. This makes me think what kind of friends do I have? Bad thoughts come up but hey every ones flawed right? Well I guess I’m just never going to meet some one like that which makes me want to cry. It is the truth about humanity now. This generation is more screwed up than the last. I look at people around me and I can see it. There are more divorces from last generation that screwed kids of this one up. Drugs fucking up our minds and causing long term problems such as cancer and flash backs blah, blah, blah. I don’t give a shit cigarettes are a drug and so is alcohol! ((Illegal ones dumb ass. Not over the counter though I can see how those can fuck you up too.)) I want to smack Luke across the face and tell him to stop with the e, acid, pot, and ciggies. Actually that goes for Andrew too. They’re both fucked up, Luke more so but he’s really nice still. If I could only poke myself with something sharp this would go away and stay away for a few days. Though I think that will become a problem in the future so I’m trying to lay off the self harm shit. Not because you tell me to I can do what I want with my life and I will. Some people today are so self centered I hate it drives me insane. ((Not a long drive eh?)) I could point out every flaw in other people but instead of doing that I think I’ll point out my own so you can just agree with me in your comments and make me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I isolate myself on purpose ((bet you didn’t know that!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’m most likely going to move to another country for a year until you all forget me. ((That’s been in the making for quit some time now))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; I don’t express myself enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; I don’t eat enough food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I think about killing myself almost every day but like that’ll ever happen I’m not that stupid. I mean I see no point in doing that. Any one who does is a coward and can not face life. Sorry if that offends any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; I’m not always sorry about any thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; I dress like a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; I push my emotions into a small crack inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; I’m failing math, science and possibly PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’m not getting good enough grades in school to make my tutor shut up and stop tell me that I’m not going to get any where in life with out good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Plan one for suicide is to hang myself on the bridge at school at lunch. Or point a gun at some I hate and then tell them that it’s their fault and shot myself. I like these plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; I can’t deal with stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; Stress makes me do things, bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;I’m paranoid in big groups if no one talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; I don’t like starting conversations, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; I don’t always do what I’m told to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; I’m a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; I’m a slacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;I’ve thought about killing people way to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; I’ve been emotionally scared since grade two or three don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’m debating on weather or not to ditch all my friends in the same grade at the end of schooling ((grade 12)) so they’ll leave me alone for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;I say things I don’t mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt; I’m smart but I don’t reflex my smartness in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; I’m shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; I’m good at hurting people’s feelings as this list will prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; I make the wrong assumptions about things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; I have no street smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I’m a burden to every one around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; I want to complain but can’t because of the people I hang out with don’t like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; I tend to talk to much, or not enough… Depending on how many people are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I assume that people don’t care about me when they don’t talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well that’s all I have right now, if I have any more I’ll add it to my comments. Please make me feel worse; it will give me a reason to hurt myself. Oh and have a good day as well. Also if you really care about how I’m feeling you’ll phone me. I’m guessing most of you don’t. Well this is going to ruin most of my relationships with my school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111862534839293660?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111862534839293660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111862534839293660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111862534839293660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111862534839293660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/4-am.html' title='4 a.m.'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111829309104228391</id><published>2005-06-08T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:58:11.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell I’m in a good mood today! I have been &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ince ye&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;terday, and you kno&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hy?? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CAUSE&lt;/span&gt; I GOT THE CLO&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T CHIP TO THE HOLE! On top of that I al&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o got to drive a golf cart, and thi&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;econd thing I’ve &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;on in golf. Thi&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; make&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; me happy becau&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;e I’m actually &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ome &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hat good at a game. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o my golf in&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;tructor, Greg ((&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ho may I add i&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; HOT!)) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; telling me &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ho he &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ouldn’t mind getting run over. There &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ere a fe&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe, did I mention he think&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; I’m a pro at golf too?  Golf is so much fun. I pity all of you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ho don’t golf. Tomorro&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e get to do full &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ing&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: that’&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; going to be &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o much fun! I love golf; it’&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; one of my ne&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; favorite &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;port&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell enough of that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell today &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; an ok day, I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; people, though I’m &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;arting&lt;/span&gt; to notice I’m getting annoyed by certain people&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;’ complaining about every thing. It aggravate&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; me immen&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ely &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o. I have yet to find out &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hy. Actually no I think I kno&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hy, I don’t get to complain, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o neither doe&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; any one else unless they have a bloody good reason too. ((Such as deaths in the family, blah, blah, blah, too lazy to li&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t them.)) &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o earlier on ((&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;queamish &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;kip thi&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; part)) I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ticking needle&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; through part&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; of my foot. Yeah I kno&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;top the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;elf harming crap it’&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; bad for you. I was al&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;crapping my knuckle&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ith pin&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; in the attempt&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; to make them bleed. It failed though… *&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell Chri&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; talked to me in the fir&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t time in like ever. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ked me &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hy I did not talk to her any more. My re&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;pon&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;he did not talk to me, then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;aid ho&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; I going to keep in touch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ith any one el&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;e. I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;hrugged and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;alked off, after &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;aying bye to her. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell I al&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o think that it &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; partially her fault becau&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;he’&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; been hanging out with her other friend&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t really fit in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ith them and I don’t &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ant to look &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;tupid &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hile hanging out &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ith them. No offence Chri&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; if you read thi&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, I just don’t like it &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hen I don’t belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;peaking of belonging, I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ear I do not fit in at all in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;chool. In fact I kno&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; I don’t fit in at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;chool. I don’t really have a group and it &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;adden&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; me. Arg I hate &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ome part&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; of the lonely life I live. Ah but you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ill &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ay to me at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;chool that I have friend&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;chool, I have friend&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; out &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ide of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;chool and a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;onderful family. Ah if you could only &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ee the other &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ide&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; of my family. Unfortunately / fortunately you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ill never &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ee thi&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; becau&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;e mo&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t of you are too ignorant ((&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;orry if that offend any of you)) to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ee the other &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ide&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. *&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;igh* I’d point out that I try to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ee the other &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ide&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;of family life and other thing&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, but then I’ll just get comment&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;tating that I am a hypocrite. Ye&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; I can be at time&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; but oh never mind you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;ouldn’t under&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;tand.  I don't even kno&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;hy I'm even typing about thi&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well any way&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;hould be off to do &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ome thing el&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;e now.&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ele&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; fact of the day: Dandelion&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; are a part of the Dai&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;y family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111829309104228391?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111829309104228391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111829309104228391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111829309104228391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111829309104228391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-drug.html' title='Perfect Drug'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111812007760170633</id><published>2005-06-06T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:54:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>night time boredum</title><content type='html'>I'm bored again, same day too, how tragic. Anyways I'm eating brownies and drinkling pop. I have not the slitest of clues to what I'm going to write about but hey who cares right? So anyways I like this guy, he's a frined of mine ((other than Eric, screw all of you who don't want me to date him.)) His name will remain... ummm quieted up. None of you know or have a clue to as who he is! MWHAHAHAHAHA! And it's going to stay that way too. When every we do stuff together it's always fun. I'm kind of afraid of telling him the way I feel so I'm not going to. Might screw up the fne relationship we have now... yummy sugar, we loves it. I refuse to tell any one the name or drop the slitest of hints. Dododo. Well I'm not going to bed any time soon becaus eof the sugar and the caffeeeeen &lt;yummy&gt;Hmm wounder what we're doing in foods tomorow? playing cards most likely. Hehehe cards are fun! so any ways I better be off to bed now. Hahahhahaha. Bed... Anyways I'm making slow progress on my book out line, hopefully I'll have it all finished and partly typed at the end of the summer. Along with a few other books too. Well it's ten now and every one knows I go to bed at ten so nighty, nighty! Don't let the Gandalf bite! &lt;&lt;btw&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111812007760170633?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111812007760170633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111812007760170633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111812007760170633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111812007760170633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/night-time-boredum.html' title='night time boredum'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111807651004119116</id><published>2005-06-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:48:30.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Borededed~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;oa, I f&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;l sp&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;cial&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;SOm&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; one r&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ads and comm&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;nts on my blogg!! ^^ Well Skittl&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s brang m&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; anot&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r pr&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;sant t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is morning&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;'s so cut&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; w&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; tri&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;impr&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; us&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ll on saturday I got squ&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;ky n&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;w s&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s and pants and a s&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;irt typ&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ing&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My life is boring liv&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; wit&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; it! Gr&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to typ&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; random &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ings&lt;/span&gt; now&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still lik&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; ****  can't g&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;im out of my &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..... &lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r mind t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at last comm&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;nt&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to go on t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at missions trip b&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;caus&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; I know I'm going to scr&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;w up som&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ow&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; Wow, t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;'s a lot of p&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;riods in t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; Not t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at kind you sick &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;opl&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.............. &lt;/span&gt;Ummmm&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; I wis&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; I could play Diablo two again&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; Stupid planning class&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;'s t&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;lling m&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; about t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; port folio t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ing w&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;d to do&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt; Damn I'm not going to g&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;t t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at don&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; Sick p&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rv&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rt&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d goldfis&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; from am&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rican dad, I'll never s&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;m t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; sam&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; ((gold fis&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at is.))&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ll, ummm&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;Can't t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ink prop&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;rly&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; I apar&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ntly cut travis on friday&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;ops, not my fault som&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;w a bloody rolling pin into a bowl soaking wit&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; wat&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r in it. Gr&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt; I s&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ould pay att&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ntion to t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;NA&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is class is pointl&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ss and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;as no m&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;aning to m&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt; ummm&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;w, n&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;w, w&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at's n&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;w in lif&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;Not&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ing is n&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; I want to play golf now!!! i T&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;INK i'LL STOP SOON&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; ops caps&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;mmm w&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at will I do once I stop&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; I'll do w&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;at I always do! T&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;TRIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still bor&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d and writting&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111807651004119116?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111807651004119116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111807651004119116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111807651004119116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111807651004119116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/borededed.html' title='~Borededed~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111793792021600603</id><published>2005-06-04T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:18:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;Well, well, well, I've figured out that I yes me, have Social Anxiety Disorder. Yupe, odd isn’t it? Out of all the people you know it just has to be me with S.A.D.  And a possibility of having Panic disorder as well. Life is just full of surprises isn’t it? Most of them I hate, very much like my relationship with every thing except that dragon stuffy that I sleep with all the time. ^^ So any ways, I scored a whopping forty 47 out of 68. If you have more than a score of 19 you should see a doctor. I don’t plan on telling my mom about this but maybe my councilor, I trust her. Now to let you see what I scored my answers on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0= Not at All, 1= a bit 2= some what, 3= very much, and 4= extremely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am afraid of people in authority.&lt;br /&gt;I rank this one. yes I am semi afraid of people with power. They can do harm to me or others, or yell at me and make life un fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am bothered by blushing in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again one, I just don’t like blushing in front of people. The reason for this is the simple, I don’t like letting other people know how I feel about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Parties and social events scare me.&lt;br /&gt;I rate this as a two. Yeah they scare me a bit, I mean who isn’t afraid that they might be drugged or raped? Also, I fear that if I go to one of these party things or events that I’ll be left out of the loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I avoid talking to people I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I avoid talking to people I don’t know or like. What if I say some thing to them and they think I’m stupid for it. In fact I try not to talk too much with certain friends, not including Shandi because I try to avoid her all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Being criticized scares me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I rate this as one, I don’t care if people criticize me, though I don’t like showing people some of my work because they might not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Fear of embarrassment causes me to avoid things or speaking to people.&lt;br /&gt;This is a three for me. I don’t like looking stupid in front of people, as especially those whom know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sweating in front of people causes me distress.&lt;br /&gt;This is a two, I don’t like sweating. It smells and I am very observant of the things that are wrong with me, such as my legs and arms. ((that’s why I don’t go swimming or wear shorts, or things shorter than pants.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I avoid going to parties.&lt;br /&gt;Three. Never gone to a party, when I go to a part I’m going with a friend, if they ditch me at the part they will be dead within 24 hours of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking to strangers scares me.&lt;br /&gt;Four! I don’t know why, I just don’t like talking to strangers. I’m worried I guess they might think I’m stupid if I ask them a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I avoid having to give speeches.&lt;br /&gt;This is a two. Personally I don’t like give speeches, I hate preparing for them, every one else’s speech is always better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would do anything to avoid being criticized.&lt;br /&gt; Three. I don’t like having people criticize me for thing I think are good. I don’t like people who say my art work or writing sucks. Personally it makes me want to kill them or smash their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heart palpitations bother me when I’m around people.&lt;br /&gt;I’d say three. I’ve had this happen to me once before, I don’t plan on being around &lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; ever again. If &lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; comes near me, I leave. That’s just how it is with me and &lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt;. ((&lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; is a real person.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;13&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m afraid of doing things when people might be watching.&lt;br /&gt;This is a four; an example of this is when practicing for the pin ball number song. I fooled around in practice but when the real thing came around I stood in my place even though people were pushing me to got out and dance around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;14&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being embarrassed or looking stupid are among my worst fears.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this is a four. I’d hate to look stupid and I dislike being embarrassed in front of other people. I don’t like it when people think I’m stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;15&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I avoid speaking to anyone in authority.&lt;br /&gt;Again this is a four. I don’t want to bother them with my silly little problems in life. Also I don’t want to look stupid or get the reputation of asking or saying stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;16&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trembling or shaking in front of others is distressing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Another four! I swear it’s abnormal, and some thing must be wrong with me. If people notice it I’m embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;Well wasn’t that fun? Why don’t you take the test and see if you get under 19.  Well, Friday was a bad day for me. Friday night was ok. Today I got a new pair of shoes and jeans. That’s about all for now. I really need another boyfriend. Oh wait I don’t trust any one enough o do that any more. Bloody childhood incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111793792021600603?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111793792021600603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111793792021600603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111793792021600603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111793792021600603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad.html' title='S.A.D.'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111757527962309609</id><published>2005-05-31T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:34:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+llVeEdLeS In llVlly EyEs+</title><content type='html'>~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Ah yes me again, not really stressed out but still pissed off. Fuck Shandi why can’t you just accept that I don’t believe every thing you say? Because you’re an idiot and do not know how to do that, that is why. Hmm I told the guy I like last night that I’ve liked him for the past year. He knew I liked him before that but not for so long. That went over sort of good but I have no clue if I have to ask him out or if he’s going to ask me out. Any ways today at lunch Shandi, as soon as she sees me, comes up to me and starts talking about her moving to Abbottsford. ((Good riddance)) She says she doesn’t like it when her friends don’t believe what she’s says. Note: Half the stuff that comes out of her mouth is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Grr stupid nose is trying to stop my breathing efforts. -Back to the subject.-&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ So Andrea, Robert and I go looking for Alex after Shandi told me basically to piss off. As we searched for Alex Andrea asked me why I don’t just tell her to fuck off. My response was that I don’t use that kind of language.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;-Hehehe well that’s kind of hypocritical of me isn’t it kiddies?-&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ We came back once we found Alex and found that Shandi was complaining to one of the other grade nines we hang around with. So Shandi tried to sell us a glow stick for 25 cents, none of us wanted it but it didn’t stop her. So after a while Alex told Andrea to say what I had told her she could do. AKA fuck off Shandi, she didn’t. We told Shandi to go away, she said that she was going to phone her mother because we were ‘threatening’ by telling her to go away. She did end up leaving thankfully. Oh yes did I mention that she called me a bad friend because of my lack of caring and thinking that she would hate my guts which reminds me to e-mail her back. A good point Andrea pointed out to me (( that I have noticed for some long time)) is that any thing and every thing Shandi says is a complaint. When one complains too much all the time other get annoyed with it and want to kill them. *sigh* Some times I hate trying to be the ‘peace’ keeper in my group, though I doubt others think I am. I really don’t know why Shandi is even trying to still be my friend. I’ve been exceptionally mean to her but she just doesn’t get the point.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Well on another note I really don’t want to go on this missions trip I signed up for. Every time we have a meeting I always have something that I haven’t done. Here’s the list of things I still need to do :&lt;br /&gt;+Personal story&lt;br /&gt;+memorizing crap for a book&lt;br /&gt;+Read a book ((I am reading one of the books that he said to read, but I don’t know if he’ll like me reading the more ‘advanced’ one.))&lt;br /&gt;+ Do a book report on that book&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Dave (( the leader type person)) has told us that if we don’t do the work assigned we doesn’t go. So this make me worry that I won’t go. Even though I don’t want to go any more. I worry because my mom and dad think that I do want to go and about one person knows about the way I feel about this and he doesn’t count. The reason he doesn’t count is because he does not talk to me any more which annoys me for many other reasons. Reasons that I won’t go into because I’m getting off topic.  Also on the found raising night my pants ripped on the back. I was so embarrassed and my mom didn’t even know it, she just told every one in the world about it! Now I find out I have to raise $250 from either my own pocket or from supporters. Last year I was fine with every thing but now I can’t do a thing!! Fate why are you so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;-I’m hungry, gr no food around&gt;&lt;-&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Hmm math is easy I finished half my home work in class and the other half I didn’t under stand on how to get. But it was fun because Andrea and I were playing a game where you make squares but you don’t want the other person to get any, I won the first game but she tricked me into giving her the second game! Before that we played five games of tic taco toe, I won more than her. ^^ go me! Well science wasn’t fun today day. We had to make pang I had it before that pansy gay ass Steven. In your face! I’d still like to kick him in the nuts and enilelate the chances of his rudeness passing through into the next generation. I’d like to do that with many guys actually. (( Hmm lets see, Steven, some one else, British kid, Peter ((my grade)), Leam, Cameron, Chris K., Jacob (( he has a list of every girls name in grade ten talk about perv.)) and probably many more soon to come.))  Also today he was talking about how ((Steven)) would use a light saber to do every thing. Talk about Star wars illiterate! He doesn’t know as much as I do. If there were light sabers you wouldn’t use them to heat up your coffee, in fact you couldn’t because the cup would melt. If you cut meat with it your plate would melt and your meat would be burned. I hate Star Wars Know-it-all- posers, they make me mad! Any ways if he had a light saber I’d have killed him by then!! MWAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;-whoa time goes by slowly in this class.-&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Every one has seen star wars episode three except me. This makes me sad because I should have seen it on the opening night first show. I would have too if I had the money to and some one to go with. Oh wait I wont be able to see it until I’ve gone to that missions trip thing that I don’t want to go on. It’s my money I’ll do with it what I want to… Sorry about that poorly written sentence. Well I should go read my book soon because I might get caught blogging in this class, which would not go good with the reputation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111757527962309609?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111757527962309609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111757527962309609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111757527962309609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111757527962309609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/llveedles-in-llvlly-eyes.html' title='+llVeEdLeS In llVlly EyEs+'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111723073274882681</id><published>2005-05-27T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:52:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StRe$$</title><content type='html'>~ Ah fuck how I hate some people. Now on my to kill list I have around four people on it. ‘IT’, it is the source of many problems in my life, aw shit now my teacher is going to bitch at me for failing science and math the two subjects I’m actually good at. Yet I’m failing them interesting eh? Well back to what I was typing about. Number one on hit list of death is the gay ass Asian ((Not that I have any thing against any Asians save him because he is an asswipe retarded dork)) I rolled my eyes when he was being ADD boy in class so this is how it played out:&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Steven: Don’t give me that look!&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: I’ll give you what every look I want. *Rather blunt glare*&lt;br /&gt;Steven and gay possy start laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: …Save that one… *under breath tone of voice*&lt;br /&gt;Steven: Fine then I can give you any look I want too. *Starts making retarded ‘looks’ at me*&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Will you fucking stop? * (Note this is in science class) Continues to do gay ass looks* &lt;br /&gt;Steven: ooo I’m scared.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Fuck just stop. And try to pay attention in fucking class.&lt;br /&gt;Steven: I don’t need to! I’m getting a better grade than you! &lt;br /&gt;Pippin: I don’t really care. *Starts to think as Gay ass goes and talks to his possy of pussies* &lt;br /&gt;After thirty seconds…&lt;br /&gt;Steven: you must look in the mirror a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Shut the fuck up please.&lt;br /&gt;Steven: You see dumb people.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: I’m looking at one right now. * Steven laughs at me with his pussy possy ((he he almost rhyming!))*&lt;br /&gt;Steven: No you see yourself in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Just fucking stop it, you fuck tard you’re fucking pissing me off. So go fuck yourself!! *Fingers Steven*&lt;br /&gt;Steven: Oh she fingered me! I’m so scared. *Fingers back*&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Why don’t you shove your finger up your ass!&lt;br /&gt;Steven: I have, and it’s very pleasurable.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: … *thinking: you are one sick fuck tard. If I had a gun on mer you and your friends would be dead by no.*&lt;br /&gt;Pippin walks up to science teacher who has not noticed Pippin and Steven fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Hey could I do my work in Course Support? ((other class I have that I can do work in and no I am not a retard or anything else.))&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Sure we’re doing 12d today.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Thanks. * Walks out of room and stabs at wrist with a lead pencil for half an hour*&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Well yes that was about ten minutes of my pathetic science class. Shit I hate that class. To explain the self-stabbing with pencil, it helps clam me down I find. And don’t worry it didn’t puncture the skin.. yet… Ah yes lunch was no better, Shandi found us eating by the pound. Now we need to find a new place to hide where Genna (( damn her!!)) doesn’t think we normally go. Hehehe, we’ve already got it all planned out. She was bitching about her ‘sun burnt’ lips, how the hell does one get sunburst lips?! It was just the lipstick she was using which is bright pink and icky. It probably dyed her lips that colour, but she doesn’t believe me.  Hmm the rash on my wrist is gone now. Well at lest it’s not itching any more! Any ways I need to make new fun evil comebacks so I can actually do some physiological damage. &lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Any ways I’m going to go play risk with some friends after school today, well that’s going to suck because they’re going to eliminate me first. Sigh why must it always be me first? Actually it’s not always me first, as long as I keep them destructed from me… I could have a chance! -GRR WISH CLASS WAS OVER SO I COULD GO AND PLAY GAMES!!- Yes well now that that is done with I have no clue what to write about now… Oh now I know I’m failing math this term but I plan on picking it up to 47% hopefully before term ends. I know I’m failing science, because of gay ass wipe Steven. &lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ I wish I could pin him to a wall and play darts (he as my target). Then it he wasn’t done I would practice my throwing with knives! Oh and I can’t forget to practice my archery too! ^^ I would give him rest in between so he’d last longer. Then after target practice I would pull one finger and toe off every hour. After I would clotterize them with gunpowder just like in lost!. Eventually when the fingers and toes are gone I would move on to his limbs. Rip them off in the slowest most painful way possible with out him dying. Wouldn’t want him to miss the faunally… The destruction of The Crown Jewels! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA I’ll sell them on e bay for ten bucks. They’ll be pickled too! ^^ Ah this sickened mind of mine. I’d describe what I’d do with them, but it would take too long and this class is not quite over yet… Hmmm well you probably wouldn’t want to hear about that any ways. &lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Ah pain my one true love, it clams me when I am angry. Pain is pleasure, the surge of it rushing through me like electricity through metal. Pain is my drug for life, pain is my cure to the problems in life.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;~ Fuck I just found out that if I don’t take a stupid test (I got 79% on before) again I’ll have to take planning ten again. Fuck them all fuck the mystery for school since when the fuck do they know what fucking test we should or should not pass. I fucking swear the whole government is out to get me!! Fuck. Fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! Don’t give a fuck if I don’t do any work XP because how the hell will that help in what every I want to be fuck them all. Teachers try to say it’s stupid, they end up making it sound big and important. Fuck them too. I’ll just fuicking drop out of school if I have to take planning ten again. I’ll skip every class of it. FUCKIDIFUCK! FUCK LIFE IS OUT TO FUCKING SCREW ME OVER IN EVER FUCKING WAY POSSIBLE!? Grrrrr going to kill some thing really soon. Or I could not go to risk after school today go home and smash stuff with those swords Luke made. Sounds like a plan to me! Fine if I drop out I’ll join the fucking army, if they don’t let me in I’ll go into trades, if I don’t get in to trades I’ll fucking be a trafficker on main and heisting!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Fate doesn’t like me any more, and I refuse to kill myself because it is cowardly. Fuck you all who think otherwise. I really need a new way to get rid of my stress other than cutting myself. Promised not to do it again and I plan on keeping that promise. Fucking fuck! I’m not fucking repeating any fucking courses from this year! Fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. Most of the words in this blogg are fuck!!! Because I’m fucking angry and can’t find &lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ &lt;br /&gt;Number of fucks:around 55-65 not sure o.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111723073274882681?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111723073274882681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111723073274882681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111723073274882681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111723073274882681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/stre.html' title='StRe$$'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111663505289648221</id><published>2005-05-20T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:24:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*twitch twitch*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Ok so this entire is going to be shortish because I’m slightly buzzed. Yes, I am buzzed and only Luke knows… Because he saw me poor way to much creame de coca in my cola. Any ways on to more important matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;I hate planning class it’s boring, I didn’t even know what we were suppose to be doing. I skipped my last two classes and my math teacher didn’t think I was ready for my chapter test. So I have to finish that on Tuesday and now my burps taste like alcohol! Fun.^^ When I skipped I went to Wall-mart to buy Obi Won, yeah I bought an Obi Won doll, SCREW YOU ALL! Well now you can tell I’m a star wars freak, but I opened just one of the boxes. Sigh now it’s not in mint condition. Oh well, so I need more of them many, many more! Well I’m going to the island for the weekend, it’s going to be so much fun! I’m going with my brother, Tristan and his sister and Ben. Grr why can’t Eric be online, oh right he’s in the States. Stupid plans for week ends. So I have a feeling that I’m going to get high some time soon with Andrew and some of his friends because he found out I was skipping today. I laughed, he also gave me alcohol! It was yummy and chocolaty! Well I’m going to go now, as I said before short posty thing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111663505289648221?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111663505289648221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111663505289648221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111663505289648221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111663505289648221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/twitch-twitch.html' title='*twitch twitch*'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111643387779515515</id><published>2005-05-18T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:31:17.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ll30l2ED ((It says bored))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Fucking planning sub doesn’t even know I exist. So why am I here listening to this pointless sex talk and oh my cod what’s that horrid perfume it smells like chlorine. Who the hell wears chlorine perfume!? No one that’s who, well except for the tardling in front of me. What does politics have to do with a sex talk? Hmm what influences my opinion of sex…Hmm nothing because nothing affects me on this stuff, I just wont have sex period. Hehe period… Any ways this class is retarded I’m going to stop coming soon. Hmm smoking at 13 years of age isn’t a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well then… BWAHAHHAHA! Star Wars comes out first thing in the morning. Drolly, drolly, I want to see it soooo badly. It looks soooooo good. I’m such a star wars geek, so what if I knew that the councilor dude was the emperor before episode one came out! Oh no their talking about biology! NOOOO!!! Hmm computer is making noises, oh well. Well for lunch today I have an apple! Horary! I should just leave this class… But then what would I have to do? Hmm, read my precious Sherlock Holmes book or write on one of my many books. Grr I’ll get some one to skip with me or I’ll just sleep. Gesh this sex talk is boring glad I’m not paying attention to it. Hmm when sexually aroused there is more blood in your lower parts. Hehe funny, so don’t do foreplay children! Herpes on faces! As in the sexual type BWAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHA! Don’t have oral sex either in that case. Whoa there are female condoms too… And spray type things… OoO a patch, depo, IUD ((WTF mates)) oh my cod she has them in a bag… 0.0 ok that’s… A bit odd, why would any one keep many of these in their purses? Unless you’re a sex fend, which I doubt she is. Oh my cod there’s a wooden penis with a condom on it… Ok then I’m just going to continue typing here not paying attention to the sex talk. Oh none latex condoms! The world is saved!! Well not really… Sheep with condoms?! SHE’S MAD! Hmm I think I maybe scared for life, again… Hehe sheep with condoms funny. Grr stupid meeting tonight, I don’t want to go though. “Too sleepy to go mommy” Says Pippin. “Alright you don’t need to go, just get into bed by eight.” Mwhahahaha Sure I’ll get into bed by nine after I watch lost. ^^ second last episode so sad. L And I didn’t see the one last week. *sob* Hmm wonder if those birth control pills are addictive? Probably not. OK this is boring I’m going to play some kind of entertanment on the woundeful world of the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111643387779515515?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111643387779515515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111643387779515515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111643387779515515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111643387779515515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/ll30l2ed-it-says-bored.html' title='ll30l2ED ((It says bored))'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111626205572524088</id><published>2005-05-16T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T09:47:35.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X.X</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;~Ok, since none of my friends really care about this or, dare I say, me I’ll just randomly write a sad depressed paragraph not necessarily completely true. I swear if any one says that I’m suicidal I’ll scream and shoot my computer screen. Also another thing to say I have had very little sleep for the past three days… As in under or around seven hours.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;~I stare out into the darken world around me, only flickers of light flash on and off.        No point in going on, for these lights are further away than the stars themselves. No one understanding the pain you go through. Not even those closest to you. Friends only seeing the good of your life causes them to isolate yourself. Even when close to the one you love still far away lost in the darkness within. Knowing there is a way out but feeling the opposite causes more confusion. The question still dwells upon you like an unbearable weight. Stumbling in the darkness trying to find a way out, following those lights still blurry in sight. Instead of helping you out of this hole your friends push you back down and further in the depths of the darkness. Crying at night because you can’t let go of the feelings for a past lover. Agonizing pain seeps through the body and no one will add you. So instead of looking towards hope you turn your back on it only to face another far, far in the distance. People tell you that no one will save you; no hand will be there to help you up, or a friend to pat your back and understand. Some scream at you and say it’s not them who don’t understand, but it is you. This shatters your heart, and the friends you once thought you had disappear. Concealing all this inside of you, hide it away so you can listen to others complain about their problems. Some thing inside says No, no more, but to stubborn to just give up and die. A perfectly healthy human being wasting away, no one will notice when you leave. They’ll tell you that they care, they’ll tell you that there are there, but really they aren’t anywhere near you. Not trusting any one, trying to help yourself out of this mess. Feeling slightly better day by day, but some how some thing manages to drag you back in. Strength is failing and hope fades in and out. When will the pain end? Please say soon, but don’t worry only two more years of this hellish nightmare you live in. Then after this is done go away leaving the old life behind you. Carrying none of your friends with you, save only a few. Leave every thing behind and travel far away for long periods of time. Then they will forget you, then you will forget…&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;~Damn it why do relationships hurt me so much? I don’t think I was made for them, I don’t think I’ll have any close ones ever again. Something will happen and I’ll end up hurt, or perhaps I’ll hurt some one else. But with my caring nature I will regret what I had done to them. When I say I’m sorry for what I did they don’t even remember what I had done. Like an arrow this does go in, penetrating deep through the skin. Did you love? Did you every love me? Some thing tells me no, for if you had you’d have cared more. Ah but what am I saying? No one’s like that and so I must go on in this world alone. People like me think too much about what they will say. Ask how they feel, if they say that they had a bad day ask why, if they say reasons just shut up and don’t try. For this leads to an argument that could have been avoided. Though something deep with in myself nags me to ask that simple question why. Something tells me that there’s been some thing wrong for a long time in their life. All I’ve wanted to do was to help you and be helped in return. Why can’t I help you? Is it because you’re afraid I’ll hurt you? Or is it because you never trusted me? I trusted you; I loved you, and got nothing in return. I never felt the same way about splitting up with you. Personally I never wanted to, I have no talked to any one about this, and I’ll never talk to you about this. You wouldn’t like it you wouldn’t talk. Others don’t understand me, I know why; they do not take in to conceder that my parents and family members aren’t always the same way as when they come over. Not many think like I do, I think this because I have not met some one like me at all. “No one understands” this is not a complaint it is a statement.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;~Yeah that’s all I have to write for now. I doubt any one will read this so I could just say fuck you all!! But I wont because I’m not in a mean mood right now. I’m not looking for pity; I’m not looking for lectures so don’t do either of these things. I’m extremely tired and I’m sick too, stupid camps. Well I best be out so I can play some Tetris.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111626205572524088?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111626205572524088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111626205572524088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111626205572524088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111626205572524088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/xx.html' title='X.X'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111594226454354967</id><published>2005-05-12T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:57:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap it's me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah I’m back after…hmm how many days has it been? 12-5= *thinking*… Seven! I can do math!! Well I have a reason, my mom got overly mad at me for putting off my home work till late one night. Plus I’ve been slightly discouraged because I haven’t had a comment except for Raven’s. Any ways enough of that kind of complaining and on to the real stuff!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;So on Friday I went to Alex’s house to play risk with Robert, Alex, Lauren, and Raven. We also watched Phantom of the Opera and Mullion Ruge. Sorry I have no clue on the spellings of that movie. So it was pretty fun and we had pizza too. Yummy. So I went home at 11 or some time around there. It was fun we were singing along to both movies and damn there were so many hot guys in both movies! Though I didn’t like it when Alex forfeit in Risk, every one ganged up on me! I only had Australia!!! Hehe Robert, we found out, has little to no arm hair or leg hair. I wish I had no leg or arm hair! Oh yes, and Alex and I were laying on the same sofa… Basically squishing each other, his arm was poorly placed. No one puts their arm there! That happened a few times. Any ways that was Friday.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;I worked on Saturday, delivering flyers around the neighbor hood. It was fun, I did that with Sylvie. We talked so much as we delivered the flyers. After that was finished we had pizza! Once Sylvie and I went back to my place she helped me with the dreaded ‘Dave’ work. After that we had the meeting at church. I found out my partner is Tristan, he’s a nice guy. Arg but at the beginning of the meeting I felt so neglected/ left out. *sigh* no one was talking to me and I’m not one to start conversations. This makes me worry about what it will be like for eight days on our missionary trip. I haven’t really told any one about that yet.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Nothing fun happened on Sunday, other than I went to my Oma’s house to wish them a happy mothers day. Well my mom after this decided that I was speeding too much time on the computer, so she lectured me about leaving my home work till ten that night. Hehe family guy was so funny. “Look Brain I made an indoor water slide! *falls down stairs* ow, ow, ow!” Stupid Peter.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Well my teacher for foods grabbed my shoulder… This is how I played out.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Teacher grabs Pippin’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: don’t touch me.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I can touch you weather you like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: No you can’t, if I don’t give you my consent I can-&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I can weather you want me to or not!&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: *rolls eyes* Touch me again and I’ll report you to the office.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher walks away in a displease fashion, Pippin smirks. ((btw I’m Pippin; It’s just a nick name.))&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;She got so mad at me for that, we kept playing cards after. Travis and Andrea laughed I think but more to the fact I was just being an idiot and I hate the teacher. Evil bitch…&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Shandi got pissy with me and Andrea and was complaining all lunch; this is how that played out.&lt;br /&gt;Shandi: blah blah blah I just really blah blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: Please stop complaining, it’s getting annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: yeah and it’s giving me a head ache.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Shandi: But I’m moving to a new school in clover dale!&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: So what?&lt;br /&gt;Shandi: I won’t be able to see you!&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: There are buses are there not?&lt;br /&gt;Shandi: NO there aren’t any buses in clover dale!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;Robert: Actually, there are.&lt;br /&gt;Pippin and Andrea snicker.&lt;br /&gt;Shandi: this isn’t funny!! *sobs more.*&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: please just shut up! I don’t get to complain so neither do you!&lt;br /&gt;Shandi comes up with some bull shit things about her not being able to complain at home blah blah ends up crying and telling us that we were making fun of her. We weren’t actually.&lt;br /&gt;Shandi: Thanks for listening!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: You’re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Shandi: I was being sarcastic!&lt;br /&gt;Pippin: So was I.&lt;br /&gt;Shandi storms off and Pippin starts laughing her ass off. Eric shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;Eric: You’re cruel you know?&lt;br /&gt;Pippin still laughs with Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Gesh I miss having a boy friend, well any ways I’ll up date you soon on more stuff. Possible later on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111594226454354967?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111594226454354967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111594226454354967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111594226454354967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111594226454354967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/holy-crap-its-me.html' title='Holy crap it&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111534513732208554</id><published>2005-05-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T19:05:37.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~quack~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;Ah sweet, sweet book writing and role-playing. I spend too much time with you! How I love to make up my own characters with their overly messed up lives. Ah and book writing, how you inspirer me to tell people in a twisted way about the way I feel life treats me. I never tell any one because then they just tell me that I have a great life. *sigh* I don’t always have a great life, but why say that because then your comments will tell me that I have many friends and my family is great and what not. It makes me want to shoot some people. Well now to the days according to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pin&lt;/span&gt;! ((a.k.a. me))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Well let’s see, first block Wednesday was uhg… Planning! Boring but we watched a movie on smoking. It was fun.^^ and yes to answer any of your question, yes I am just that sick. People had to learn how to talk with out using their voice box because of cancer in the lanix. It sounded fun. They also should me another reason to dislike American products/politics. They illegally put ciggy ads in Asian TV. If it weren’t for tobacco America would be poorer than Canada! Now that’s sayin’ some thing. They had like all these hot guys from like the 50s doing ciggy commercials in the states to get kids hooked on it. Well Joe Camel was more for kids, they said it was fashioned like a Disney character… Creepy ciggy companies… ALLITORATION!!! Well after planning was over it was Math. Ms Baker made one of the guys get her coffee, then she talked for half an hour about stuff. It was amusing for me. Nothing interesting happened in math, lunch rolled around and I bought some food. I went to hang out with people and they were gone! :O So I found Chris and went to hang out with her friends. I don’t really like them that much but they’re kind of cool. She was like “Oh, Hannah they smoke.” I’m like “I care since when?” Ah poor Chris, she has no clue about what I’m planning to do this summer… Actually none of you do and I plan on keeping it that way. Well in science I drew a new picture of a mermaid slut. All she has on is a star fish. *giggle, giggle, snort, snort* Anyway life on that day was relatively boring, though I found out one of my many online guy friends is from Australia. He’s also sweet on me, I’m kind of sweet on him too. Hehehe him and like four others… Well after school I took the bus home with this girl named Jin, I just call her that because I don’t know her full name. She was like “I’m so happy because today is Wednesday and you know what tomorrow is! Thursday!! And you know what comes after that?! FRIDAY!!!” She’s so cool. Now, on to the future! Which has actually happened…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Yes today, today was hot, today was sweaty, today was altogether boring. I actually managed to redo my play list on my MP3 player. Well I found out just now that I can’t go see Hitch hiker’s guild to the galaxy. Gr, just because I have another meeting with the team and no one tells me the home work! Well today in socials me and Andrea were talking all class about umm paper cranes I think… Oh yes and about the thing we were suppose to be doing… That reminds me &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SHIT! SHIT! WE NEED TO DO THAT STILL!!!&lt;/span&gt; Ok now that that’s gone with. In Foods we played cards as usually Ms Bitch-a-han told us to stop playing and pay attention! Well we had a test, only Travis and I passed out of our table of three… Oh well who cares it shouldn’t even be marked on tests, should be marked on cooking! Oh then in English there was a sub, he said he felt sorry for me being the only mature one in the class. Also being the only girl too.  I got out of running in P.E. When waiting for the bus to come one of my friends was putting on lip stick, she hadn’t noticed that I was sitting by her. SO she put it on and then put on eye liner. Personally I’m against most make up, unless you’re covering up some thing you don’t want others to see, such as hickeys! Well anyways On the bus this jerk was bad mouthing some smoker. “That Fag was like puffin his smoker all over every fuckin’ person” I was tempted to tell him to shut up. “And his bitch was all like “Shut the fuck you ass hole!” fuckin’ smokers.” I know the so called ‘bitch’ he was talking about, she happened to be on the bus with the smoker and a few others. I hate ass wipes like that, their so intolerant. I could go on and on about how I hate people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Ah well at lest I have my music to listen to. I’ve almost made yet another plan to film a music video for Personally Jesus. It’s pretty cool starts out with random person standing out in an empty field  and the camera zooms into the person’s eye. Then it’s all crazy Marlyn Manson style dressed person who’s singing the song inside the person’s head. Then when it says reach out and touch faith, the crazy dressed person reaches out and it goes back to the normal world. When it says I will deliver you know I’m a forgiver is when a person answers the door and crazy person is standing there. Also when it says flash and bones by the telephone there’s a desk out in an empty field and it starts rings and there’s flesh and bones by it! Yeah… it’s better when I just think about it instead of explaining it to you… Any ways must be off to do math home work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111534513732208554?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111534513732208554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111534513732208554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111534513732208554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111534513732208554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/quack.html' title='~quack~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111508632323382360</id><published>2005-05-02T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:12:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save us S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Well here I am again, bored as usual. Hmm wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t bored?... Now there’s a thinker! Anyways I might be having problems with typing for the next two days for my blister popped, I swear it was an accident!! *shifty eyes* Yes, an accident… Well now to the important thing!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;On this day I went to church! OMC!!! Church yes I am a Christian, it can come in useful some times. Like when people run up to you to convert you to what ever religion just say, sorry I’m a Christian already. (( Random converting person: Damn it! She’s be converted by some one else *glares around at other converties.*)) Well I listened to Bob, Sunday school teacher whom I dislike and don’t understand, talk about some thirty year old running away from her wedding and lying about it! That was for an hour, or around an hour. I saw no relevance to the lesson to be tot to us that day. Also he implied, or what I thought he implied, that this run away bride could not be forgiven for doing what she did. Bull shit! I almost yelled out, but I didn’t, I muttered some thing else and he glared at me. Hehe I cause trouble in my class. Anyways after that he got up to sever ice cream. Then, Mike (( one of my church friends)) gave me his whoopee cushion to put on his seat. The hole class saw me do it and Bob didn’t even notice when he sat down! Though it didn’t go off, we tried again but it still didn’t work. L Made me sad, but he didn’t even notice Mike taking it out from his seat.  After that I was playing with the little toddlers of the church. Well it was mainly Eli, another girl and boy. First Eli was throwing rocks at me, then I fell over to entertain them. Sure enough they attacked me while I was down. Then there was that other kid, he was real cute! He wanted to play on the sea saw so I was putting him up, and down. It was real fun! And then he ran around in the church and I was keeping an eye on him! So much fun! Well after that me and Sylvie went to my house, we started to watch Furngully and Ben came over. Hehehehe, so we made fun of it all  the way throw. I like Ben lots, he’s so funny and what not. Well I watch Simpson’s and family guy, also American Dad. All three were new episodes! All three were hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Monday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Well today was, as usual, boring! Planning first block, I’m doing a project on Shrooms. See if I can’t get some of that on here. So basically Eric and I were sitting in class playing Tetris and other games. The space key finally got working!!! Then it was second block, where I learned how to solve a right triangle in a different way! Then it was lunch, I eat a candy bar and pop… Well you don’t really eat pop do you? It’s more of a drinking method. Soon it was science yet again I did not pay attention in class, but I know there’s a test on Thursday… no wait Friday! Well IN Science I drew an evil unicorn called hell fire, not posting it on the web ever. After that I started my English prov. mock exam. Totally retarded and a waste of my good time! Well anyways I saw my first Saw Wars Episode Three: Revenge Of the Sith, oh my cod looks sooo coooool! Well I should do my math home work now, sucky math home work. Remember “All Ways look on the bright side of life!” *whistle whistle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111508632323382360?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111508632323382360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111508632323382360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111508632323382360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111508632323382360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/05/save-us-sos.html' title='Save us S.O.S.'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111492630014442673</id><published>2005-04-30T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:45:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~squee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Well the last two days have been fun! Although right now I have a burn on the inside of two of my fingers, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thursday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;I went to the mall after school with Robert! Yeah it was fun, but we didn’t stay long. I bought some button; nickel back, bite me and take a number. ;);) I also bought two bottle of hair dye, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. Watched The nature of things and found out how camels have sex. Rather nasty, foaming at the mouths and other… grouse things… I also found out that some small critters just sort of rape other as having sex. That’s just what it looked like to me… SO after I dyed my hair red/orange I talked to people on msn about risk tomorrow. Matt asked me what duck soup ((as in the film not a real soup)) was and I didn’t really give him much info because he never comes to youth any more. Pisses me off for now I never get to see him. Then I went to bed at ten, and fell asleep at like 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Well Friday was a fun day in many ways. I woke up at 7:34 with pain. I took many pain killers, around two and went back to bed. I couldn’t get back to sleep so I just lay in bed. I got bored of laying in bed awake still having pain so I watched Mr. Dress up. At this point in time I was in fact dressed. Shandi came over and then Travis arrived with the risk board! SO we play a practice round of risk, Shandi got semi annoying with conquering North America. I conquered the southern hemisphere basically, and Travis had every thing else. IN the second round, arg that’s when sparks few, Shandi and Travis was constantly arguing. Shandi Kept on yelling at Travis to get out of ‘her country’ and Robert who’s only land was Alaska and one other Asian country. So Shandi was killed first in the game, she had cried about it too. We only yelled at her so she would shut up, but it didn’t work because she just yelled back. DeMint I wish some people would just group up!! Well after that I and Alex went to youth group. Only four people were there other than youth leaders. As usual Matt didn’t show, hence his new name Mr. No-Show. I think I’ll make him come at lest once a month for he is a wee bit too anti-social. Well my Sunday school teacher showed up too, gr I dislike him when he shows up. SO he stayed for the rest of youth and I didn’t have much fun after that. Then John, Alex and I got a ride home with Ben, my brother’s friend. Ben stayed till like 11 30 and left, I sort of like him. I went to bed at like 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Saturday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;AH today, well today I woke up and eat some cereal, oh did I tell you that I throw up yesterday? Well I did, any ways after I got bored after being kicked off like four times from the computer I did chores and watched movies. I was heating some thing up in the microwave and got steam burned. Right now I have a huge blister on the side of my middle finger and two other fingers including my thumb are burnt. Ouchy it hurts to type a bit. Well Ben’s over and we’re sort of half watching a movie, with John, and I’m sitting at the computer… *sob* Though he is around 20 years old… only four years older! any ways I probably should type that and leave incase of over lookers… Well best be off any ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111492630014442673?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111492630014442673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111492630014442673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111492630014442673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111492630014442673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/04/squee.html' title='~squee~'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111461818509860718</id><published>2005-04-27T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:09:45.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Ah yes planning class and the crappy keyboard with no space bar. Gr, well this morning started out great! I got yell at by my brother Andrew, almost called him a bitch too. Then Dad was yelling at me and Andrew for arguing. Then I found more porn on my brother’s computer ((John)) of course I deleted it. Yet again I debated running away, but that’s just idiotic because then where would I go. Sorry to most of my friends I wouldn’t go to your houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;I’m getting sick of Andrew yelling at me for the smallest of fucking reasons. First he tells me off for having two bowls of cereal over the course of two days. Then he pours himself two bowls of the same cereal that morning! Bloody hell why can’t he be mature for once. This morning my mom tells me to put away his x-box which john used last. Andrew of course yells at me while I’m eating about putting away his fuckin’ x-box, now I’m not allowed to touch it. Frankly I don’ give a shit. So my dad yelled at me and Andrew and basically told Andrew to hurry the fuck up and move out. I’d like that, no more shitty porn on the computer.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;In response to some of your comments and lectures I don’t phone people because no one phones me. I don’t trust half of, which I guess is the reason why I don’t tell you much. Oh another interesting fact, I’m not always happy or pissed off. In fact yesterday lunch I felt kind of isolated and unwanted. Yes I know no one will come and try to help me out of this shit hole. I just wish some one was more mature and could talk with me about the problems I have. Of course one of you will tell me that I’m being self centered, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;&lt;/span&gt; I’m not that self centered. I’ve never actually tried to kill myself, it’s a waste of my time. The only time I did was when I was in grade two when I didn’t understand what death was. For you see, killing ones self does nothing, it just makes things worse for the people you care about. Instead of ending pain you cause more within the people you care about. That’s why I’d never stoop so low as to kill myself. Oh yes and sorry to the people that I may have told that I tried various other times, my memories are kind of hazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, if any one hasn’t noticed, I hate hot weather, like overly. I would wear short-sleeved shirts, but there are reasons for why I don’t…well if any of you haven’t noticed I’m somewhat down lately. I guess it’s just the fact of not knowing for sure if some one’s there for me, even though there are many. I wish more of my friends would read this, might just help them a bit. Well since I have  nothing else to complain/talk about I’ll go play Tetris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111461818509860718?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111461818509860718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111461818509860718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111461818509860718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111461818509860718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-yes-planning-class-and-crappy.html' title='&lt;Moo&gt;'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111455438565841393</id><published>2005-04-26T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:26:25.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~Well look whose back. Yeah it’s me again here to tell you of the wonderful twisted world of Pippin. Twisted indeed, well in English today we had a fire bell, surprisingly it didn’t ring twice. This caused us to not have our forty five min story write. *waves little blue flag around in a circle.* I think that I go to school with dumb asses. WHOA! I just realized that most of my school is made up of dumb asses. Well not just now, I’ve know for a while. Anyways I’m on the verge of killing most of my English class. Being the only girl there and being the most mature out of them all doesn’t really help me concentrate that much on English. I just want to yell out in the middle of class at the tardlings to shut the fuck up, plus maybe throwing a few out the window. Ah but then I would be expelled from school my friends would point out to me. I say, screw you I’d rather go to PMS rather than this school.  There might be some closer schools I might go to, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;~ Sigh, life, life, life, why does it have to be so hard to get through?  Some times I think that we can’t live without hate, war and all that crap. It’s like some thing we crave or some thing like a drug that mankind is addicted to. As far back as any one can remember there was violence and probably hate too. World war one, world war two, the crusades even revolutions! Way back when in biblical times there was fighting, of cource after the fall of the Garden of Eden. For all you non- religious types no this isnot going to be me trying to convert you via the net. Well friends over here now so I should be leaving now… grrr don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111455438565841393?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111455438565841393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111455438565841393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111455438565841393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111455438565841393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-look-whose-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111323775037578756</id><published>2005-04-11T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:42:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;('.'&lt; ) &lt;( '.' )&gt; (&gt;'.')&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; *Yawn* I have nothing to do! One reason being that I no longer have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Matt got way too busy with shit and I wanted to see him more, as you can see the conflict. Grr, so now I’m single again and my councilor says I’m lonely, yeah I have a councilor for all you people worried about me. Doubt any of you do… Any ways not that being around no one lonely, more of a “not-trusting-any-one-but-two-people-and-still-not-talking-to-them” lonely. So any ways my councilor says that it’s not good for me to be acting like I’m fine when I’m really not fine… Like on a scale from one to ten ((one being suicidal and ten being really overly happy!)) I act like I’m around a fivish six, when really I’m more like a three or four. Most of the time I’m four. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^^ &lt;/span&gt;Anyways enough with this crap, on Friday Alex, Rob, Chris and me watched ‘The Village’, such a weird twisted plot, and ‘History Of The World Part One’. I would recommend that movie for Mel Brooks fans, it’s hy-lar-I-us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Well I have yet to experience in Risk yet. *sob* Perhaps next week. My friend had homework to do. I had homework to do, I did four question and stopped. It was due today :P so I’m screwed. Ah yes also yesterday me and my sidekick lectured our teacher for being a jerk to one of the most helpful people in my church.  He’s got a classic what I call ‘Dutch foot in mouth’, where you say and do things that you say you aren’t. He was being rude, jerk, irresponsible, and immature. Yeah, I know I’m mean. Well He started lecturing us and I was like “Don’t you lecture me!!” though I didn’t really say it out loud… I mean I’ll be harsh and unkind but I wont be that rude…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Well let’s see, I’m bored and never busy, I hate being like that. So some time on  the weekend I’m going to go out and mess up my bike! My bike is a piece of crap, I want one with shocks that’s all. So first I must screw up the one I have. Well, it’s not a BMX bike so that is what I’m going to do. Hopefully I won’t break any bones, unless of course it’s my left wrist, it deserves to be broken. And don’t worry, I’ll only be wearing a helmit! Well and jeans and a shirt. ((D’uh)) So at lest I’ll have fun on Saturday. Well that’s all I have to say for this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111323775037578756?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111323775037578756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111323775037578756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111323775037578756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111323775037578756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='&lt;(&apos;.&apos;&lt; ) &lt;( &apos;.&apos; )&gt; (&gt;&apos;.&apos;)&gt;'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111220354996584511</id><published>2005-03-30T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T09:25:50.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah, ok I’ll be honest with you people who read this shit I write. Not that I’m complaining about any thing though it might sound like I am. Damn this school and&lt;br /&gt;their crappy computer space bars!&gt;&lt;  anyways back to the topic. So what if I may&lt;br /&gt;never show how I really feel to any one, even my bf. Didn’t seem like a big deal, well&lt;br /&gt;yet again I was wrong about something. Well now that I’ve screwed myself over by&lt;br /&gt;not talking, acting, or showing the way I feel I think I might actually have found the source of most of my problems. One such problem is trusting people, so far the only two people I trust strongly are Eric and Matt. One I don’t even get to see once a week, but normally I would say I’m fine with that. Well I’m not, in fact every day apart from Matt is agony, no joke. Hmm and I wonder why my wrist would be hurting… Never mind that&lt;br /&gt;you don’t need to know. So every one thinks my life is perfect, yeah I admit I have a good family, got a nice house, have the best friends I could ever wish for and have the best ((well that’s just what I say)) bf ever. Yet something is still horribly wrong. Perhaps it’s my metal state of mind? So far that’s what I’ve been lead to think for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm just realized that half my class is gone… YEA! Back to the reasons, I’m overly paranoid sometimes, I see family members doing thing I know they shouldn’t be doing,&lt;br /&gt;I’m always in a fuckin’ happy mood and I don’t know why any more. I’m sick of being something I’m not. No one is happy all the time. Ok now here comes the complaining part… I treat other people with respect, and what do I get back! Nothing that’s what! I get backstabbed for trusting people, hence me  not trust any one. Because I’m always pretending to be happy people think that every thing is fine for me and try and make  me feel bad for them. I’m fuckin’ sick of it so stop it. Get the fuck over what ever your bloody problem is and for once try listening to other people’s problems. Hehe bit of a hypocrite eh? Bloody hell I’m sick of the way some of my friends treat me, and please if any of you do read this don’t take it personally. Ok I’m done with the complaining.&lt;br /&gt;            Well my spring break was, uh, somewhat boring but still good. I’ve seen mostly every one, but that was my party wish I’d seen more of  them. Oh and I got two new cds and a computer game too! Happy me, I got mutter and Franz Ferdanan. The pc game I got was “Star Wars: Knights Of The Old Republic” such a good game! Life goes on as usual, not much has changed in pippin’s life.&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all I have to say for now. Have a good day/night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111220354996584511?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111220354996584511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111220354996584511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111220354996584511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111220354996584511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/03/gah-ok-ill-be-honest-with-you-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11197077.post-111090899100682578</id><published>2005-03-15T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:49:51.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why planning and Life sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~Oh joy, yet another planning class, or cap which ever you like better. Some one please shot me to put me out of my misery and bored, REALLY! Well any ways, life sucks right now because it is planning class, so here are the many reasons why I think planning class is a waste of time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. We never do any thing in this class and I’m passing with a b+ ((wtf mates?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2. We have not learned anything from this class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3. All we do in class is talk and do some kind of work sheets... That’s supposed to be work riight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. We could be learning other important information that would actually help us in our future lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. Who the hell knows what they’re going to be in High school? Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. The government must be on some kind of drug because they think that the only way to get us ready for our future is through this bloody class. One of my many brothers hasn’t even finished grade ten and he’s better off than my oldest brother who’s back in school cause he still doesn’t have a job! Not saying that you should drop out of school though, it can be useful some times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. The class is a waste of the teacher’s time as well as mine. ((Not that I care about the teacher though ^^))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. This classis just another way to turn us into mindless drones, I’m only a mindless drone in math, THAT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;9. I don’t understand why I even get up on day one to go to school for the first of the day for my morning would be put to better use by sleeping. And possibly finishing off unfinished homework… Or I could do that in this class right now, but I’m not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10. As I’ve pointed out, sleeping would be better than coming to this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~Any ways that’s it for the reasons why I think we shouldn’t have to take this class for there is no reason for it being. Lalala, this is I being bored in a boring class. I wish I could play be jeweled in this class but I can’t because the web site with bejeweled on it is blocked! Curse you school!!! Well anyways I’m sad cause I don’t get to see Matt all this week. L Most likely not even hear from him either. Grr, yesterday at lunch I left my friends for some reason. No one cares about me that much at &gt;school&lt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Hmm, I need a hobby desperately. I suck at drawing, well at lest that’s what I say, suck at painting, suck at sculpting, I’d ski but there’s not enough snow left on the mountains, I’d take Riding lessons but that’s too expensive. So there is nothing for me to do… Could ride my bike more often but it’s apiece of crap I could take pictures but I want a ‘standard’ digital camera and those are firkin’ expensive, like over two grand. So maybe I should write my stories, but I have a fear that no one will read them like these blogs. Hehehe it’s been three minutes and I’m typed almost one hundred words. Go me! Well any ways class is ending so I’d best be going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111090899100682578?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111090899100682578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111090899100682578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111090899100682578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111090899100682578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/03/reasons-why-planning-and-life-sucks.html' title='Reasons why planning and Life sucks'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111085496760974947</id><published>2005-03-14T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:49:27.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the Week end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~Well, well, well, look who decided to post again! Anyways, let’s see what I’ve done since the last time, well my shoes, yet again, tried to kill me. When coming back from the mall going to my bf’s house ((Matt :P)). So when we got to his house, I basically fell out of his car because my shoe fell off. Any ways this was on Friday, we watch Star wars epy two attack of the clone. Cuddling all the way through till eleven and the few occasional kisses, hehe he wanted more but I like playing hard to get. Well before we went back to Matt’s place to watch movies we were at Red Robbins. He drank my milkshake!... Well I was taking forever to drink it though so it balances out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Then it was Saturday, yeah skipped a bit but who cares! Hmm let’s see, went to the mall again to buy a present for a party. At the party we went bowling, since my name has six letters and I didn’t use ‘Pip’ as my bowling name it was Han. Ugh and it was five pin bowling, not one strike and very few spares. Oh and Josh was making horribly corny jokes such as “Spare me the Irony.” Well any ways my friend Tiff, it was her party, I sort of got depressed cause like her twenty other friends were all talking to each other and I had no one to talk to. So I basically hung out with Ben, John ((my brother)), Tristan (( Tiff’s older brother)), Jenn ((his girl friend)), and Josh. Some other people too, but most of them are way older than me, Josh is the closest to my age. Anyways we went back to her house played twister, opened presents, and watch Bambi. Yeah that’s right I watched it too! Yeah me of all people watching an old Disney movie, but it was fun.^^ Demon possessed Nazi deer. So anyways, the party was ok I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;~Ah yes, then Sunday… Nothing really happened on Sunday other than I went to a friend’s house. Arg so bored, I have no home work either so I guess it’s a good thing… Well I’m going to head out now, see if I can’t find some game to play online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111085496760974947?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111085496760974947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111085496760974947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111085496760974947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111085496760974947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-week-end.html' title='Of the Week end...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111050460388896258</id><published>2005-03-10T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:30:03.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye OF the Tiger</title><content type='html'>accomplished to make some crazy messed up face picture of me on this within five minutes so it's probably crappy. Ah, and what a nice day today! The sun is shining and there’s not really any clouds in the sky at all! Grrr meaning bad reception on the TV cause we’re too cheep to get cable and also since there is a window facing west and the computer is up against that wall. So the sun is in my eyes, arg!! But with the blinds down it is not! HAHA score one for Pippin! I should explain about that too, when I refer to myself I say Pippin instead of my real name for some strange reason. In other news Andrew, my brother, and his friend is playing “Wrench on a Rope” to get the swing off the walnut tree down. So I watch them throw a bright yellow rope up and run away when it misses the branch so they don’t get hit on the head with a wrench. Rather comical to watch because they’re on the trampoline… Did I not mention I had one? Any ways here I sit, not with an ‘r’, typing away because I have nothing better to do. I hate being overly bored; even having some kind of math home work would be nice to do! Oh no… NO!!! Not a day one!! *cries* Why? Why must it be a day one tomorrow!? AH but wait tomorrow is a Friday, meaning that I get to watch TV or comedy on CBC! Yupe, that’s my sad, sad life on Fridays but this Friday will be better. Why you may ask, because I have a boy friend I’m going over to his house. Or that’s the theory right now, I haven’t really asked my parental units if I can go and he hasn’t either or that’s at lest what I think. :P In other news my marks have slipped! *gasp* in socials I had a B but now a c+, in science I have a c+, math… either a c or a c+ then in my other subject I have b’s and maybe another c. Oh well at lest I passing all of my subjects unlike some people I know. Yeah, another school type related things, spring break is in less then six days! OOO, on CBC they’re showing “Dr. Who” hehe it’s a remake of a BBC show. Well any ways I had better be finish up, almost five thirty and I have things to do… Actually no I don’t so I’ll sit around.&lt;br /&gt;~PEACE OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111050460388896258?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111050460388896258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111050460388896258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111050460388896258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111050460388896258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/03/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye OF the Tiger'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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-11197077.post-111038911938437268</id><published>2005-03-09T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T09:25:19.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahahahah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Oh goody cap class! I still see no point in this class. Anyways, &gt;last&lt; color="#cc33cc"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; Well I guess this class could be put to use by doing the rest of socials essay but I don’t think I will work on it… At lest not in this class. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; So any ways I’ve been working no some stories. Yes me writing stories! You’d think they’d be full of fun mistakes and what not but since I’m not at the home computer I only have the Character bios of one of the stories. Please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; steel my characters…Please?&lt;br /&gt;Well here they are, but I’ll start with one per post… I might even finish a chapter of the vampire one.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt; Oh and tell me if you like the names and descriptions and stuff, and possibly some advice on how to make them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kykori:&lt;br /&gt;Pronounced: Ky-cor-y&lt;br /&gt;Height: five ft two inch&lt;br /&gt;Body type: Slender&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: White kimono with red trimming, long and tied at waist with a red scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Physical Appearance: Long gray hair/fur streaked with white. Her head the usual roundish shape and blood shoot yellow wide eyes. A small nose and slender smirking lips placed on her circular head.&lt;br /&gt;Race: Marind (Mai-rind), a cat like human. This race height ranges from four to five ft, normally thin and wiry. Most of the Marind have cattails, ears, eyes and occasionally whiskers or claws. They speak in a riddling fashion and often are miss understood when explaining some thing. These creatures are mostly solitary and do not like being disturbed by any other race as specially humans. They live from one hundred to one hundred and fifty years of age. Marind live in the depths of the forests and are not often seen by any thing even by their kin. These creatures are deadly with a katana in hand and are self disciplined. Their skin can range from shades brown and shades of white and their hair/fur can be (depending on their skin colour) orange, white, gray, or black. Their eyes are much like cats and are often yellow or brown very rarely blue or green. As most Marind age, their hair colour gets more and more pale after the age of seventy-five. Though the Marind have their own language and writing it was lost in an ancient war between the races. Now most of the Marind speak the common language save for some that live in the deepest part of the thickest forests of the world.&lt;br /&gt;History: This particular Marind lives deep within the forest of Olpined near to the great city of Calipon and the small village of Kylor (which was destroyed in a tribal dispute about some prophesy). Most of her kin dwells in the depths of the dark forest, her family used to be royalty before the ancient war of races. Kykori lived with her at the old city of Olpined; the only great city of Marind left in today’s world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well  that’s it for that one… I might try to draw her and get the picture scanned… Ugh how long can this block drag no for? Why do we even need to take planning ten! What are we planning for any ways!? World War Three: The Return of The Nazis? Hehe that sound’s like a Star Wars parity ((spelling?)). Oh that reminds me, I can post my fanfic on here… If I want too that is. Some people might not appreciate what I’ve done to Lord of The Rings, and many others that I might start to write again! Hmmm still have around twenty minutes to waste in this class. Maybe I’ll go play Tetris or Packman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11197077-111038911938437268?l=sonnenkometen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/feeds/111038911938437268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11197077&amp;postID=111038911938437268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111038911938437268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11197077/posts/default/111038911938437268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnenkometen.blogspot.com/2005/03/bwahahahah.html' title='Bwahahahah!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494517578005350330</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>
