<?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-9328231</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:05:38.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose_of_Sharyn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9328231.post-113923660891396161</id><published>2006-02-06T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T06:36:48.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been kinda busy lately, with Myspace and xanga. I still haven't fixed the links for here. Which I will do soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh, there's not much going on. FCAT's coming up; tomorrow is the 10th grade writing test. the last time I had to take it was 8th grade. I got a 4.5 out of 6. Not bad, considering I thought I did terrible. The prompt was about whether or not they should allow gum in school. I was for it but I wrote against it only because there was more to write about if I was against it. With all the writing and vocabulary I've been doing lately I should do pretty well. I just hate when people MAKE me write. I like writing when it's not required. And later on this month is the reading and math. I have to pass to graduate. I'm not worried about the reading, but it might take me a few tries to pass the math. I'm in TA right now so I have to work on some stupid worksheet. More later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-113923660891396161?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/113923660891396161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=113923660891396161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113923660891396161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113923660891396161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2006/02/busy.html' title='Busy.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-113630001770524382</id><published>2006-01-03T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T06:53:37.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's.</title><content type='html'>Well, I know no one reads this. So it doesn't matter much whether or not I keep up with this. But I will. Since this was my first ever blog. It's got a uh, "special" place in my heart. Heh. Anywho, this is day 2 of the new diet. I'm doing okay, it's only making me a little sick. I felt uber sick this morning but, I'm okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-113630001770524382?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/113630001770524382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=113630001770524382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113630001770524382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113630001770524382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years.html' title='New Year&apos;s.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-113379451581714810</id><published>2005-12-05T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T06:55:21.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invade Canada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Well, I guess I attract bad things. I don't know what's wrong with me. Bad karma I think. Well, he told me his liked me. But the dumbass didn't think to mention that he wants come chick from Canada. I dunno if it's the same girl, but damn. He's making me hate fucking Canada though. Niagra is gorgeous though. I want to go back. I think Spring Break we're going to Key West. Damn, got off topic. Well he told me about her. And, uh, like totally killed me. Stupid me for thinking I found a nice boy. He tops the child molester though. Atleast he didn't do it to my face. I feel so stupid though. I still like him. I'm mad at him, I want to kick his ass, but feelings haven't changed. He probably thinks they have though. I don't think he reads this so I'm safe. &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/9328231-113379451581714810?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/113379451581714810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=113379451581714810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113379451581714810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113379451581714810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/12/invade-canada.html' title='Invade Canada!'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-113137490953679460</id><published>2005-11-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T06:48:29.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News...</title><content type='html'>Well, there is a lot of stuff going on. Last week was Homecoming week. We, I think, won the game against Wildwood. I haven't been keeping up on here. I'll try harder to keep this going. I'll write more tonight when I have time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-113137490953679460?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/113137490953679460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=113137490953679460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113137490953679460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/113137490953679460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/11/news.html' title='News...'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112975858498661099</id><published>2005-10-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:49:44.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even MORE Quizzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8c24874)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AV/AVI/avi10/1128274870_icequeen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your a dark magic user! you are pure evil, and hate&lt;br /&gt;all things except for darkness. you are very&lt;br /&gt;skeptical of people, and probably in the past&lt;br /&gt;you have been hurt. when you trust, you trust&lt;br /&gt;deeply and with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/avi10/quizzes/what%20would%20you%20be%20in%20a%20fantasy%20world?"&gt;what would you be in a fantasy world? (amazing pics!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Morpheus" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="kiss curse" src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WA/WAT/waterytart/1128123726_kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each generation, four randomly chosen members of&lt;br /&gt;your family are born with the power to see into&lt;br /&gt;the future. You are one of the chosen members.&lt;br /&gt;There is a curse that goes along with this&lt;br /&gt;power though. You never see anything good in&lt;br /&gt;the future. All you see is the bad. The curse&lt;br /&gt;also states that if you kiss a member of the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex then that person's fate is taken&lt;br /&gt;into the hands of the curse and a limit is put&lt;br /&gt;to their life span. Is there a way to break&lt;br /&gt;this curse? Or are you destined for a life of&lt;br /&gt;solitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/waterytart/quizzes/What%20curse%20do%20you%20possess?/"&gt;What curse do you possess?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112975858498661099?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112975858498661099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112975858498661099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112975858498661099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112975858498661099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/10/even-more-quizzes.html' title='Even MORE Quizzes.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112956279059361960</id><published>2005-10-17T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:26:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more Quizzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kazerin/quizzes/Which%20deadly%20sin%20do%20you%20represent?"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wrath" src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kazerin/1063251777_esmoiWRATH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which deadly sin do you represent? (Angel Sanctuary Pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit, Your power comes from within.. you emotions&lt;br /&gt;fuel it.. be warned let your emotions run wild&lt;br /&gt;and you power will become wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Esuren/quizzes/What%20magic%20best%20fits%20you?/"&gt;What magic best fits you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Chimaera" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SP/SPI/spiritualkatana/1129543335_himaera_sm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chimaera in you. You have a lot of&lt;br /&gt;personality's. This makes you feel save. This&lt;br /&gt;also makes you confused from time to time. You&lt;br /&gt;hold all your feelings for yourselve and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it bothers you that people don't&lt;br /&gt;understand you. Be a bit more opener so that&lt;br /&gt;people can see the real you, they will like t&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure you will like it as well.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that people have to take you the way&lt;br /&gt;they are, you are a great person so don't be&lt;br /&gt;afraid. Nobody's perfect ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/spiritualkatana/quizzes/What%20Mystical%20Creature%20is%20in%20your%20soul?"&gt;What Mystical Creature is in your soul? ( With Pictures)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="1st one" src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/HI/HIL/hillseeker1/1129551629_Desktop007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fear is simple....you fear the fact that you&lt;br /&gt;are capable of fearing...I admire people like&lt;br /&gt;you, you have a beautiful mind, but watch out&lt;br /&gt;because one day you will incounter you're fear,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it will find you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hillseeker1/quizzes/You"&gt;You're greatest Fear...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112956279059361960?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112956279059361960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112956279059361960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112956279059361960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112956279059361960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-more-quizzes.html' title='A few more Quizzes.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112895353551971267</id><published>2005-10-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T07:12:15.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has been going on. I saw Brian at McDonald's. What a broke LOSER. That's what happens when you don't pay attention in school. You end up making hamburgers for me. XD Kayla's walking around today in her Snack Faerie outfit today. Which only consists of a furry tiara and a wand. She'll get her tutu soon. Jesika is already trying to jump on Jeff. My God, how many times do you have to tell that girl no? What a stalker. I've printing out Link now. I've got 1-6 and 11 right now. I didn't want to print it all at once. It's like 8 pages for one ep! And Matty has decided to continue with it too! Yay. Though I won't be able to use that excuse to not write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112895353551971267?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112895353551971267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112895353551971267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112895353551971267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112895353551971267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/10/moo.html' title='Moo.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112847217350422367</id><published>2005-10-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:29:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[HAVE YOU EVER..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BHAVE+YOU+EVER..%5D" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been kissed..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="been+kissed.." name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lied to a friend..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="lied+to+a+friend.." name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;dyed ur hair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh.. yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="dyed+ur+hair" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;dressed punk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am right now actually.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="dressed+punk" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kissed a girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="kissed+a+girl" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;saw something u didnt want to&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="saw+something+u+didnt+want+to" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;danced in the rain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="danced+in+the+rain" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lied to ur parents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="lied+to+ur+parents" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;went barefoot in the snow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="went+barefoot+in+the+snow" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;played hockey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="played+hockey" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;made ur own clothes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="made+ur+own+clothes" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[IN THE LAST 24 HOURS..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BIN+THE+LAST+24+HOURS..%5D" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;got in a fite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="got+in+a+fite" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;took a shower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="took+a+shower" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gave a dirty look to someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="gave+a+dirty+look+to+someone" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cried=(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="cried%3D%28" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;did a cartwheel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="did+a+cartwheel" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;went to school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="went+to+school" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shopped &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="shopped+" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;danced&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="danced" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;got sick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="got+sick" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;did something u regret&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="did+something+u+regret" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;discovered something new&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="discovered+something+new" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[IN SCHOOL YOU...]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BIN+SCHOOL+YOU...%5D" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;run to class because ur always late&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="run+to+class+because+ur+always+late" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;act perfect&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="act+perfect" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;act hyper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="act+hyper" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are a nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...a little.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="are+a+nerd" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;in band??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="in+band%3F%3F" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[RIGHT NOW UR..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BRIGHT+NOW+UR..%5D" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type31"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;in ur pjs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="in+ur+pjs" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;drinkin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. Orange soda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="drinkin" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;listening to music&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="listening+to+music" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;watching a movie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="watching+a+movie" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;iming someone &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. Jeff actually...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="iming+someone+" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;talkin on the fone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="talkin+on+the+fone" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;eating&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="eating" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CLOTHES..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BCLOTHES..%5D" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hot topic or abercrombie and fitch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hot Topic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="hot+topic+or+abercrombie+and+fitch" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thongs or briefs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thongs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="thongs+or+briefs" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;boxers anyone?!?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For bed, yup!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="boxers+anyone%3F%21%3F%21" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sweatpants or jeans&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="sweatpants+or+jeans" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;longsleeved shirts or short sleeve&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Sleeve.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="longsleeved+shirts+or+short+sleeve" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;tube tops or tanks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="tube+tops+or+tanks" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CURRENTLY .. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BCURRENTLY+..+%5D" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;current clothes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Jammies. Sliver silky pants and a black tank.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="current+clothes" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;current mood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lonely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="current+mood" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;current music&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seether ft. Amy Lee - Broken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="current+music" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;current taste&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taste...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="current+taste" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;current make-up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="current+make-up" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;current thing I ought to be doing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....Nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="current+thing+I+ought+to+be+doing" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ LAST PERSON .. ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5B+LAST+PERSON+..+%5D+" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;you hugged&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="you+hugged" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;yelled at&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sister.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="yelled+at" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;IMed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="IMed." name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;you touched&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cody.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="you+touched" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ EiTHER/0R .. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5B+EiTHER%2F0R+..+%5D" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;coffee or hot chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="coffee+or+hot+chocolate" name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type59"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;big or little&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="big+or+little" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lace or satin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Satin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="lace+or+satin" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;new or old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="new+or+old" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;vogue or cosmopolitan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vogue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="vogue+or+cosmopolitan" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;skirt or dress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skirt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="skirt+or+dress" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;wool or cotton&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cotton.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="wool+or+cotton" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DO YOU..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BDO+YOU..%5D" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;put on a "front"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh... yeah I guess.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="put+on+a+%5C%22front%5C%22" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have a crush on someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup. That HOT usher at Regal 16 named Evan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="have+a+crush+on+someone" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if u got a tatoo where wud u get it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want atleast one on my back and one on my ankle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="if+u+got+a+tatoo+where+wud+u+get+it" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[RANDOM QUESTiONS..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="%5BRANDOM+QUESTiONS..%5D" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type71"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;waht is the online symbol u use the most&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="waht+is+the+online+symbol+u+use+the+most" name="question72"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type72"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;u have a boyfriend or girlfiend&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neither.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="u+have+a+boyfriend+or+girlfiend" name="question73"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type73"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who's hotter, Josh Hartnett or Chad Michael Murray&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neither. I loves Billie Joe and Gerard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="who%5C%27s+hotter%2C+Josh+Hartnett+or+Chad+Michael+Murray" name="question74"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type74"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what was the last thing you said&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Can I use your 'puter?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="what+was+the+last+thing+you+said" name="question75"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who would u want to be stuck in an elevator with&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="who+would+u+want+to+be+stuck+in+an+elevator+with" name="question76"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type76"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you like stickers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="do+you+like+stickers" name="question77"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type77"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do u play with mad libs wen ur bored&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="do+u+play+with+mad+libs+wen+ur+bored" name="question78"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type78"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you suicidal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="are+you+suicidal" name="question79"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type79"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is your window open&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="is+your+window+open" name="question80"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what was the last pair of shoes you bought&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flip-flops at Payless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="what+was+the+last+pair+of+shoes+you+bought" name="question81"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type81"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you have a little brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="do+you+have+a+little+brother" name="question82"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type82"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;does he draw you cute pictures&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="does+he+draw+you+cute+pictures" name="question83"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type83"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;where do your grandparents live&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="where+do+your+grandparents+live" name="question84"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type84"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you think of when you hear the word click&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something working right...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="what+do+you+think+of+when+you+hear+the+word+click" name="question85"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type85"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you a moron&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="are+you+a+moron" name="question86"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type86"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you like trampolines&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="do+you+like+trampolines" name="question87"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type87"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have u ever accidentally sucked something up in the vacuum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, my puppy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="have+u+ever+accidentally+sucked+something+up+in+the+vacuum" name="question88"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type88"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;did you see American Pie 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="did+you+see+American+Pie+2" name="question89"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type89"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you cut yourself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Used to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="do+you+cut+yourself" name="question90"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type90"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112847217350422367?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112847217350422367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112847217350422367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112847217350422367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112847217350422367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-quiz.html' title='Another Quiz.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112808966184994788</id><published>2005-09-30T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T07:14:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Eh, I'm killing some time in 1st today. Mom's picking me up after school. Going to sucker her into taking me to the movies. Hopefully, it'll work, dunno if it will or not. OMG, Bryan actually had a conversation with me. I dunno if he talked to me just to make fun of me or if he was flirting with me. &gt;.&lt; Hopefully, he was flirting with me. I SO don't want Pat and Ernest to be the only guys that actually like me. That so doesn't make me feel better. Not at all. Hopefully, I can go to the movies, even if it will only be with Tia and Patrick.. and probably his brother, who, btw spent the entire movie last friday staring at meeee. -_- Not cool!!! I mean, ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112808966184994788?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112808966184994788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112808966184994788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112808966184994788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112808966184994788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/09/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112791645730029457</id><published>2005-09-28T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:07:37.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh.</title><content type='html'>Well, apparently I'm "destined" to be with Ernest...HA! Very funny. If that's my "destiny" then I hope I die with 28 cats and a house that smells like cabbage. That is the worst thing anyone's ever said to me... got to go. Teacher's coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112791645730029457?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112791645730029457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112791645730029457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112791645730029457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112791645730029457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/09/eh.html' title='Eh.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112782911123363757</id><published>2005-09-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:51:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stuff.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been awhile since I've posted here. Actually, I haven't been posting anywhere. I'm in class right now. 1st block. So far, still maleless. Last Friday, the 23rd we went to see Corpse Bride, which was really good. I thought it was going to be pointless like The Nightmare Before Christmas. I mean the story of that movie was pointless but, I did like the characters. Jack, Lock Stock and Barrel, Zero. I just didn't like the fact that they were messing with Christmas. But the Corpse Bride was really cute, and funny. I went with: Elizabeth, Mikie, Tia, Patrick, Mikey, Jon, Tim, Ashley, Felicia, and Cassie. We had fun even without the movie. Now, Jon is trying to get Tim to go with us to Howl-O-Scream either the 14th or the 28th. I'm not sure which because my steo-dad has to find a hotel first. He doesn't want to drive home at 3 in the morning. Neither do I. Not exactly sure about whos going I will have to get back to you on that. Oh, and Matty sent me his new story. Uber Cuteness! Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112782911123363757?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112782911123363757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112782911123363757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112782911123363757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112782911123363757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-stuff.html' title='More Stuff.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112722593266382675</id><published>2005-09-20T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:18:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Update.</title><content type='html'>Well, we had Mikie's party Saturday. Liki Tiki condos are SO awesome. I mean I so wanted to steal that plasma tv. It was very tempting. Porky, Tabitha (Ew.), Jesika's family, JT, and Kayla came to the party and slept over. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112722593266382675?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112722593266382675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112722593266382675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112722593266382675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112722593266382675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/09/party-update.html' title='Party Update.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112670728946999839</id><published>2005-09-14T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T07:14:49.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooz!</title><content type='html'>Okay, since I haven't posted in like FOREVER. Here's another lil update:&lt;br /&gt;Mikie's birthday is this Saturday. Kayla's going with me XD. We're going to Orlando's Liki Tiki Village. And I'll going to sing karoke! I think I'll sing Ghostbusters just as a joke. And maybe embarrass Mikie a little too. My hair is now naturally colored. Dirty blonde. Next Friday we all are going to see Corpse Bride. And the 14th of October we're all going to Busch Gardens for Howl-O-Scream. (No school that Friday.) So far Christy, Porky, Felicia, and Christina are coming. Not sure yet about anyone else. We had our first Drama Club meeting last Thursday. It was fun. I'm uber glad that I went. Kayla did her "I like to randomly shout out crap!" Infront of the entire club, on my request of course. And I like to do my happy dance. XD Woohooness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112670728946999839?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112670728946999839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112670728946999839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112670728946999839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112670728946999839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/09/mooz.html' title='Mooz!'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112545118557592269</id><published>2005-08-30T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:19:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohooness!</title><content type='html'>Omfg, what a cutie. &gt;.&lt; Andrew I mean. You SO have to give him props for even putting up with me. And then earlier he was hinting around to me like, "Let me know when you change your mind. I'd like to have a girlfriend sometime soon." Aww, I dunno. Right now, I can't see that happening. I'm going to have to do more things around him to get used to him. I'm so used to talking to him. Just have to get used to other things. And I'm stilling trying to get over... other things. It's not as easy as you might think. I'm always weary about a guy whos interested in me. I'm not trying to be modest or anything but I really don't get it why he even likes me anyway. So many other, pretty girls. I don't happen to be one of them. But apparently, he thinks so. Whatever. Anywho, we're all going to see Corpse Bride when it comes out on the 23rd. (Christina, Felicia, Kayla, Christy, Donna(?), Andrew.) And we're all going to freakin' Howl-O-Scream in October!!!!! Yay! (Basically, the same people.) So when it gets closer to those dates I will let you know and I joinned the Drama club and FFEA (Florida Future Educators of America) Why do they always leave out the "of"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112545118557592269?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112545118557592269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112545118557592269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112545118557592269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112545118557592269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/woohooness.html' title='Woohooness!'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112491204845433215</id><published>2005-08-24T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:05:22.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Up-Date.</title><content type='html'>Quite a bit has been going on so I'm going to try to go over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't talked to him in a while. So I don't really know what's going on. Apparently though he's moved out of his mom's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matty's having some problems with Kat. I think she may be interested in going out with someone else I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teddy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a butt sometimes but, he's knows I loves him. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats the crap outta me. But I think she's coming to Mikie's birthday party the 17th so we should have fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Wes is UBER hot! I hope she gets him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's with this boy. I think he drove by the house this morning when I was at the bus stop. Honking like crazy at me. Dweeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on my quest to make her come to Howl-O-Scream. Christina and Felicia are coming so far, I think Andrew too. Dunno. &lt;blockquote&gt;"Heck yes, I didn't!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesika.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ready to get her ass kicked. Ms.I've-Got-A-Big-Motherf'ing-Mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently she wants to kick my ass. So says Sarah Midcap. But Sara hasn't said anything to me so, I'm assuming that she's to scared to actually do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- This is a very old subject. The "I'm going to be 18" excuse is very old. All the boys I've dated are older than him so I know that's some damn cover up LIE. Come out with it. What's the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112491204845433215?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112491204845433215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112491204845433215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112491204845433215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112491204845433215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-up-date.html' title='A Little Up-Date.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112491019206052444</id><published>2005-08-24T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:03:12.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emily Reed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 30th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Springfield, MI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Belleview, Fl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh, depends on you. Sometimes people say their blue, gray, gree, etc. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Multicolored right now. Going natural soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5" 3'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;French, Irish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Heritage%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vansss.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hm, Math and a few people I know...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being alone/Creepy dead chicks that climb out of TV's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pepperoni and uber lots of sauce!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh, save up to get my laptop! (Maybe go to a few parties...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WTF?!?!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Is it time for bed yet?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh, I don't think I have one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:00-10:30 On school days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burger King.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dates (Groupies..nooo).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate... dumb question.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup, when no one's around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup, to a few uber losers tho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type31"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Used to. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup. (went Saturday XD)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup. (damn female hormones...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my sleep/with someone I love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Italy. (Uber romantic.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.." name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type59"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any color.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any color.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taller than me atleast.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't matter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh, anything that looks good on him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;None.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 25.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;None yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type71"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112491019206052444?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112491019206052444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112491019206052444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112491019206052444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112491019206052444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/survery.html' title='Survery.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112491138427280351</id><published>2005-08-24T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T05:25:02.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quizzes.</title><content type='html'>May,&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly&lt;br /&gt;motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. Deep&lt;br /&gt;feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily&lt;br /&gt;consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to&lt;br /&gt;dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good&lt;br /&gt;imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling.&lt;br /&gt;Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having&lt;br /&gt;many children.Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Conspiracy911/quizzes/What%20does%20your%20birth%20month%20reveal%20about%20you?"&gt;What does your birth month reveal about you? (read memo) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="ooooo coolie" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Sesshoumarufluffy/1123524180_al_angel_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your soul has Amazing wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your always very determined to get what&lt;br /&gt;you want, and you never seem to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Your very good at the things you do,&lt;br /&gt;and you can always make a friend&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;Your wings give off a strength that no one&lt;br /&gt;else could ever have, no matter how hard they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;A quote: We won't be doing that now will&lt;br /&gt;we? You've got a strict mommy now! The bathroom&lt;br /&gt;is over there got it?&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sesshoumarufluffy/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20wings%20does%20YOUR%20soul%20have?(anime"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What kind of wings does YOUR soul have?(anime pics!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="mysterious" src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LadyTigerEyes/1124255453_mysterious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSTIC BEAUTY - You are eccentric, enigmatic, and&lt;br /&gt;intriguing. You keep to yourself and so no one&lt;br /&gt;knows the real you. You prefer the solace and&lt;br /&gt;quiet of your own company over big crowds of&lt;br /&gt;people. You are highly intelligent but you do&lt;br /&gt;everything your own way. You come off as quirky&lt;br /&gt;or weird and most people don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;at all. You are probably a little disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;You probably also seem distant and dreamy but&lt;br /&gt;that's because you're off in your own little&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LadyTigerEyes/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20beauty%20do%20you%20possess?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What type of beauty do you possess? (20 questions + 7 results + pretty pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8b8e6f8)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SabrilDevereux/1122864998_ienAritist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People view you as a Loner Artist. Loner Aritist&lt;br /&gt;are exactly as their title says, loners and&lt;br /&gt;artist. Now you are not alone by choice but&lt;br /&gt;many people find you odd. This only bothers you&lt;br /&gt;when you're in a public place like a dance club&lt;br /&gt;or a crowded lunchroom so you tend to steer&lt;br /&gt;clear of those places. You might have a friend&lt;br /&gt;or two but they're either Loner Artists like&lt;br /&gt;you or Truly Dark. Fear not! So many artists&lt;br /&gt;are not appreciated in their own times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SabrilDevereux/quizzes/What%20Do%20People%20Truly%20See%20You%20As?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Do People Truly See You As? (lots of outcomes and stunning pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8c00364)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/strAngx/1124725518_turesblack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;"Dignified and impressive without being showy,&lt;br /&gt;you want to give the appearance of mystery, but&lt;br /&gt;their preference may also indicate a&lt;br /&gt;suppression of desires and worldly aims,&lt;br /&gt;suggesting hidden depths and inner&lt;br /&gt;longings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/strAngx/quizzes/What%20color%20is%20your%20soul%20and%20what%20does%20it%20say%20about%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What color is your soul and what does it say about you? ~anime pics~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love him but you are not sure. Is he the one&lt;br /&gt;you want to spend your life with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/princessrita91/quizzes/What%20do%20you%20really%20feel%20for%20him?"&gt;What do you really feel for him? (girls only)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8d15dc4)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medalladark/1124402056_cryingkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're crying because you've had to say goodbye to&lt;br /&gt;someone, and your heart has been broken because&lt;br /&gt;of it. You feel like you've been treated&lt;br /&gt;unfairly and you're tired of people telling you&lt;br /&gt;to get over it. It's very hard for you to just&lt;br /&gt;jump into new relationships or friedships&lt;br /&gt;because you're sick of having you're heart&lt;br /&gt;broken. You just want to rewind everything and&lt;br /&gt;start over. And that is why you're crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Medalladark/quizzes/Why%20are%20you%20crying?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Why are you crying? (beautiful pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~Result nr 10~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/P/PainfulBliss/1117242209_Power_Time.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your power is:&lt;/b&gt; Time Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explanation:&lt;/b&gt; You have the ability to&lt;br /&gt;freeze, push forward or go back in time. In&lt;br /&gt;good purposes it is used to prevent bad deeds,&lt;br /&gt;and the opposite for evil purposes.&lt;br /&gt;As a person your emotional level has been on&lt;br /&gt;hold. For one reason or another emotions has&lt;br /&gt;reduced and now you aren't so full of life. And&lt;br /&gt;of course, this does not sadden you since you&lt;br /&gt;could care less. Sometimes though you can be&lt;br /&gt;hit by emotioal waves inside but you block it&lt;br /&gt;all out. You don't search for something that&lt;br /&gt;could make you happy since you have no hope in&lt;br /&gt;that area any longer. People probably see you&lt;br /&gt;as annoying because you're not involved and&lt;br /&gt;just stand there. You probably don't have that&lt;br /&gt;many friends either, and you feel like you are&lt;br /&gt;with them because that's what you normally do.&lt;br /&gt;You stick to your habits and don't appreciate&lt;br /&gt;changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative aspects:&lt;/b&gt; One day all emotions&lt;br /&gt;are gonna surface again, and that day will be&lt;br /&gt;very painful. Instead it is more wise to start&lt;br /&gt;up the emotional level bit by bit, so it won't&lt;br /&gt;come as a big chock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Power%20is%20Compatible%20With%20You?"&gt;What Power is Compatible With You? [beautiful anime pictures + 12 detailed results]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112491138427280351?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112491138427280351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112491138427280351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112491138427280351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112491138427280351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-quizzes.html' title='More Quizzes.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112337645875976937</id><published>2005-08-06T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:00:58.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new.</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't know if I should be mad that Andrew blew me off. He's probably skating right now... still. Anyway, I wrote Jeff about Jesika. I don't think he'll actually write me back tho. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112337645875976937?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112337645875976937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112337645875976937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112337645875976937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112337645875976937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112336177975543955</id><published>2005-08-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:56:19.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-News Update</title><content type='html'>Well, there's a lot going on so, I'll try to write everything as I remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Friday I read Nicky's xanga, and I think I've come to a very smart conclusion. I've decided to stop talking to him a lot. Which I don't see him all that much. Because of his mom. But I read his post and all the stuff with Steph and Avalon. There's really no room for me. I completely understand that. I have to stop lying to myself. I know he's not interested in me. I have to stop talking to him or I'll never get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The story of me and Jeff continues. Last night Felicia, Elizabeth, and I went skating. David was there and let me in on some interesting information about Jesika and Jeff. See last week Jesika decided that she was going to ask Jeff out to see if he was lying to me or if he really ment it. Well, the only answer he gave her was "I have to think about it." Which is just as bad as saying yes. Lately me and Jesika have been writing notes to each other. And she wrote me and told me that she wasn't interested in Jeff, and that she wasn't going to flirt with him. Well, last night David told me he went to Jeff's (They live in the same neighbourhood) he was talking to Jesika on the phone saying stuff like, "You're sexy" and crap like that. Well, she better watch it or I'll tell her father. Jeff better hope he doesn't see me anytime soon because he's going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A good thing happened last night though. Jeff's "friend" Andrew and I hit it OFF. He's so cute too. Army, plays guitar. Totally my type. I'm going to call him around six and we might go see a movie next week sometime. I'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112336177975543955?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112336177975543955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112336177975543955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112336177975543955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112336177975543955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/mini-news-update.html' title='Mini-News Update'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112325465418596014</id><published>2005-08-05T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:10:54.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This year's schedule.</title><content type='html'>Well, this year they've changed it up a bit. Instead of three classes a day (for one semester), we've got six classes all year. Mine are:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Assistant 1&lt;br /&gt;Health Science&lt;br /&gt;Lunch 01&lt;br /&gt;Biology 1&lt;br /&gt;Geometry&lt;br /&gt;World History&lt;br /&gt;English 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112325465418596014?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112325465418596014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112325465418596014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112325465418596014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112325465418596014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-years-schedule.html' title='This year&apos;s schedule.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112307965162157293</id><published>2005-08-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T07:34:11.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, great...</title><content type='html'>Well, yay me. I'm offically an ungrateful child. According to Dad/Step-Dad. But, whatever. I'm getting my room switched. Which isn't that big of a deal to me. It's the "Your ungrateful" that bothers me. No one decided to give me a reason WHY. But, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112307965162157293?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112307965162157293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112307965162157293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112307965162157293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112307965162157293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/08/ugh-great.html' title='Ugh, great...'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112243208362221191</id><published>2005-07-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:41:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg..</title><content type='html'>I have been so moody lately. And it's not hormones.  I think it's because I worry about so many things. Poor Nicky, I feel bad that he has to live the way he does. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Baby, you'll kick some ass... just wait. I feel like I'm wasting my time on the guys I like. Omg, don't get me started on Jeff. I think he's cute in a quirky kinda way. He's funny. But I know I'm stupid for trying to get his attention. It's like trying to get a 5 year old to take a nap. It's SO not happening. Since I've known Nicky, it's about 4 years now, I've always felt like I was fighting for something that wasn't ever going to be mine. But I can't help falling for him EVERY single time I talk to him. He's like a plague. Always making me estatic. But then, he leaves... and I'm back to completely moody, until I see him again. I never sure how he really feels about me, I've never actually came out and said I'd loved him well, I have but, I dunno if he does take it seriously. I mean it seriously. I would never lie... I'm just really confused. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112243208362221191?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112243208362221191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112243208362221191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112243208362221191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112243208362221191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg.html' title='Omg..'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112196271429236029</id><published>2005-07-21T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:18:34.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.</title><content type='html'>I dunno why I even bother doing myspace... I'm too lazy to even keep up with this.  I had to type this big thing for my step-dad for his birthday. (Today.) I'll post it on here. Uh, I haven't been skating in like three weeks so I think I'll do that tomorrow.  My brother and sister are back from St. Augustine. Atleast someone went on a vaca. this summer. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112196271429236029?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112196271429236029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112196271429236029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112196271429236029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112196271429236029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/07/uh.html' title='Uh.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112139028093077475</id><published>2005-07-14T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:18:00.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/distantfromemotion"&gt;Find me on MySpace and be my friend!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112139028093077475?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112139028093077475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112139028093077475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112139028093077475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112139028093077475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/07/myspace.html' title='MySpace'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-112027564322063565</id><published>2005-07-01T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:40:55.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, again things have gone really fast with Chris. When we first met it was like.. well, we didn't get along. Then I was totally crushing, then we hated each other and now I'm doing more than crushing. I don't really know what to think tho. I always thought of him more as a one-night stand kinda guy. That's changed a lot. I do think he's interested more than just a fling. But I'm still really iffy about the how cyber thing. Uh, that's not really how Emily works. No, not really. Now that would be a completely different story if we were well, "together". Well, if we actually lived in the same state. It's uber werid for me to type what I'm doing. And I don't think that's going anyway anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-112027564322063565?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/112027564322063565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=112027564322063565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112027564322063565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/112027564322063565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/07/pre-independence-day.html' title='Pre-Independence Day'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-111923170093719815</id><published>2005-06-19T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:41:40.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long...</title><content type='html'>At the moment I really don't have a whole lot to do. And I don't have a whole lot of people that I can talk to.  I've been relying on the music I've been listening to. Believe it or not there's only two people that live near me that I feel comfortable talking to. I mean really talking to. I dumped my boyfriend of two months. Because he decided his 16 year old girlfriend wasn't enough so he started macking on his girlfriend's 11 year old sister. ASSHOLE! And that's the G rated verison of what I think about him. I wish he'd drop dead.  But whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-111923170093719815?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/111923170093719815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=111923170093719815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111923170093719815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111923170093719815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long...'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-111851684194010838</id><published>2005-06-11T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:10:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, so much for that happy ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, I love you so much. I'd never leave you or hurt you. I commit only to you."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;BULL!&lt;br /&gt;What a liar. If you didn't already know I broke up with whatshisname. Huh, can't even remember what it was... More like he was interested in commiting his mouth on my sister, and the neighbour girl. I do hope he knows he could go to jail. Even if he's not 18, which he will be in like three months.I know it's been awhile since I've updated this so. Dun get mad at me or anything. Moo. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywho, I gots to go (on a computer in the library). Laters!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-111851684194010838?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/111851684194010838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=111851684194010838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111851684194010838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111851684194010838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-so-much-for-that-happy-ending.html' title='Well, so much for that happy ending.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-111403201832628149</id><published>2005-04-20T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T14:20:18.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~sighs~</title><content type='html'>I wish I could tell Johnny what I'm so worried about. But I dunno if he would understand even if I told him. OMG, I didn't even post that he asked me out. &gt;.&lt; I'm friggin' stupid. But yeah, he did. Why? Even I don't know. I guess that's my big problem. The fact that since I was really little I never really understood why people would think I'm cute. And now I wonder why the opposite sex would even consider me attractive. One of the big reasons why I'm even bothering losing weight is because I really, deep down, do care what people think about me. Well, honestly, I really only care about what Johnny thinks. I don't really give a shit about what people at school thinks. Well, that's better. I had to tell someone that. If I told Felicia or Christina, Johnny would call them and find out what I was chewing my thumb nail for last night. I don't usually chew my finger nails. I guess I'm still waiting to wake-up, I feel like I've been dreaming for like the last two weeks. I was so scared when I first met him that he'd just ditch me. ....Anywho, I hungries. Baiiiiiii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-111403201832628149?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/111403201832628149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=111403201832628149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111403201832628149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111403201832628149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/04/sighs.html' title='~sighs~'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-111230609101236183</id><published>2005-03-31T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:54:51.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewness....</title><content type='html'>Ugh, reduced to using a public computer in a public library. THE HORROR!!! Anywho, this place always makes me nervous. I always think theirs someone watching me. ~shivers~ And this wanna be this is next to me banging his head like he's some real rocker. The world is full of them unfortunatly. Anywho, time to take more quizzes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-111230609101236183?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/111230609101236183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=111230609101236183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111230609101236183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111230609101236183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/03/ewness.html' title='Ewness....'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-111228004308749971</id><published>2005-03-31T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T06:40:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Update.</title><content type='html'>Gawd, I just had a whole paragraph here. But anyway, I'm going skating tomorrow night with Felicia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-111228004308749971?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/111228004308749971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=111228004308749971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111228004308749971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/111228004308749971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-update.html' title='New Update.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110980346416241408</id><published>2005-03-02T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:13:06.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew.</title><content type='html'>I have been reduced to using a computer in a public library. The horror! But anyway other than that I've been okay. Life's pretty dull if your me. I started rewriting the beginning of Chaos only because I know Matty wants to read it. Whatever. The beginning I have saved on on my computer now is really corny. The one I started writing in my Algebra class seems to sound a lot more like something I would write. The other sounds like someone else wrote it for me. Mom's coming. Later Dayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back. I didn't want my mom to see some of the stuff I wrote. Eh, she might take me to some old Catholic church and try and get me "saved." I might go later to Quizilla and hehe, see if anymore of those quizes say that I need to totally be back in a mental hospital. Not that I was ever there of course. ~sideways glance~ I dunno, all the ones I take say that I've got like hidden anger or something. Which I know I don't. But then you can't take those seriously they were just made up by some nerdy kid. Then again, I must be pretty nerdy if I like to take them. Shannon SERIOUSLY shattered all hopes of getting out of Ms. Abbey's class. I swear, that woman IS the spawn of Satan. Maybe she's related to Mom? That's something even DaVinci couldn't figure out.... Speaking of DaVinci I saw a video on him. The man was a genius, but he was a 15th century Michael Jackson. Yeah, he liked the little boys. How gross. But so far he's the only artist I know of that didn't try to commit suicide atleast once. That's got to make up for something right? I mean Van Gogh used to eat his own paint. Which of course gave him lead poisoning. AND he cut off his own ear for some erm, hooker. Nice life, huh? Anywhos, later for good now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110980346416241408?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110980346416241408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110980346416241408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110980346416241408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110980346416241408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/03/ew.html' title='Ew.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110947371469770198</id><published>2005-02-26T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:08:34.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Battle Between Good &amp; Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Christy Compton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12-1-04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fallen from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angels fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming from below,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hell cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prepared to battle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who will win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their swords are sharp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like brand new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heading towards each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;running and flying in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The middle of the battle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one's dead yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming to a close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still the same results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, they realize no one can die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they decide the fued between the two should end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay in their own boundaries where they belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If ever collided,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peaceful, friendly talk will come to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Midnight Mistress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know who wrote this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alone in the park,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gazing into the dark, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what spell does the moon hold on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since you've always despised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bright sun-kisses skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only the mystifying nights leave me in your company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your soul is so compelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My love, there is no telling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how far I will let you take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coaxingly. you pull me near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gently whispering in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Promising to give me enternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You vow to grant all my wishes.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while covering me in kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as you elegantly sweep me into your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then into the night together we take flight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while I'm trapped in your enticing charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our lust is a flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wildy burning untamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as you seduce me with a feverish caress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You trace my lips with your finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Into my eyes your gaze lingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before we collapse into passion enshadowed by darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my mortality dies;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your name my soul cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I succumb to you with sign of resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though once alone forlorn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my passion has been reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as I am enrobed by your nocturnal existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through the exchange of dark blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my veins your heart floods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;down my cheek the blood-stained tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through tainted with pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pleasure remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I know this unification can never be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have lured me away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the light of day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the enchantment of your fatal kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart has surrendered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to your wicked splendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as I become your midnight mistress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urban Legend (not written by me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This secret promise, I swear to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shared in trust, then buried deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cross my heart and hope to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stick a needle in my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should tell a living soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May Mr. Stitch come take his toll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And while I lay asleep in bed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seal my lips with sewing thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fallen Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Akaikawa Natalie Anastasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interrupting my ascension into Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They had ripped me from my fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;held back on this plane by unbreakable chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not allowed to return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wings blackened by the unhold light of this existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darkness covers the aura that surrounded me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blinding my head from every emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes lacking sign of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A darker prophecy shadows my existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of which I have yet to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"On the day of her birth, she will be Reborn as the Red River."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Royal Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I survive in the spirit of the Firefly's greatest treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Within her I have the strength to fight within the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I survive with the will in the sacred one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving me the dtermination to live on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I survive together with the whispers of the sovereign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Allowing me to be hidden and unharmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am the last of a legendary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of whom suffered their fate at the hands of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;100,000 years have passed since I last saw the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For I have remained in the darkness for all eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This will be my last change to be free, for I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The last born goddess of the ancient Royal Fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110947371469770198?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110947371469770198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110947371469770198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110947371469770198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110947371469770198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/02/poems.html' title='Poems.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110933657001998342</id><published>2005-02-25T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T05:02:50.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like I'm... alone.   It's this constant feeling I can't get rid of.  And I don't know why, because I'm almost never physically alone.  I don't really know how to explain it.  I can't sleep at night, I'm depressed at school. People may not know it; I put on my happy face partly because I don't want anyone to ask any questions and partly because Caitlyn's already worried that she maybe, well you know.   I've been so preoccupied with other things that I haven't really been paying attention to my blog.  But I know I need it or I'll explode.  It doesn't really hurt as much now that I know Jeff dun really like me.  He didn't say it in those words but I can tell. It's a chick thing.  I tried to keep telling myself he's just shy, and so has everyone else.  But it's  not him.  It's always been me.  I hate to sound dramatic but it's these walls I've built around myself over the years.  A few people can get through but most people I meet now have no chance.  Not that a lot of them would want it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110933657001998342?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110933657001998342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110933657001998342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110933657001998342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110933657001998342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/02/venting.html' title='Venting.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110926865092033432</id><published>2005-02-24T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T10:10:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Up-Dates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't posted in awhile. I sorry! Not a whole lot has been going on. I'm, currently in my Keyboarding class. We have a sub, so that's why I'm able to post. Our regular teacher only gives us like 2 seconds of free time. The witch. Anyway, we're spending the day in Daytona Saturday. To use the pools/jacuzzi/weight room at the resort.  I'm so gonna soak all day. Might invite someone to come with since my brother and sister are going to Cypress Gardens with Satan (Their mom.)  I'll post some more later. Baiiiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110926865092033432?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110926865092033432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110926865092033432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110926865092033432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110926865092033432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-up-dates.html' title='New Up-Dates.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110722088825305191</id><published>2005-01-31T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:21:28.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Wow!</title><content type='html'> I spent the day at home today. And it did me such a world of good. (BTW, I was not playing hookie, I have a cough that sounds like a freight train -_-) Hehe, I think it's so cute that Nicky has lil crushes on all these punk boys... ~screams~ OMG! We're going to be fighting over guys and chicks aren't we?! Damn you cruel fate.  Well, we dun have the same taste in girls do we? He seems to fall for the suicidle ones, huh? Erm, Nah, I'm totally normal! ~sideways glance~ But anyway, I've got SO much stuff planned for Chaos. It's going to take me forever. -_- Lots of good stuff! Oh, and I've lost 17 lbs in 3 and half weeks. Woohooness! Don't buy me chocolate for Valentine's either.. can't eat it. I'd rather have a big teddy. ~hint hint~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110722088825305191?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110722088825305191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110722088825305191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110722088825305191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110722088825305191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/01/like-wow.html' title='Like Wow!'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110661952330880370</id><published>2005-01-24T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:18:43.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg!!</title><content type='html'>So far, my new year has not impressed me. The only thing I really like so far is my Art class. Which is still pretty boring. I'm writing habits are depressing me as well. Chaos Vol. 2 has been three paragraphs since like last May. It's terrible. I've been watching I Love the 90's ALL THE TIME. Which is turning me into a smart-ass more and more everyday. I just finished reading everyone's xanga. Since everyone else's AIM isn't working then I guess I'll have to read up more. I don't understand how so many people can misinterperate Nicky. He is so far from being suicidial. And if they think he'll do it, then the only things that would push him to that extreme would be his ELDERS treating him like some fucking pyshco. He always has to remember that he has friends who love him. I still love him. Omg, and if Matty loses it then who'll take care of me when I lose it? Sweetie I'll always need you! ~huggle~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110661952330880370?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110661952330880370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110661952330880370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110661952330880370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110661952330880370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2005/01/omg.html' title='Omg!!'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110429065399929814</id><published>2004-12-28T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:25:43.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Christmas Update.</title><content type='html'>First of all I'm going to list all the things I got, and who gave them to me. I hope I can remember them all.&lt;br /&gt;1*Gameboy Advanced SP(red) (From Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;2*Van Helsing (From Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;3*Final Fantasy 1&amp;2 Dawn of Souls (From Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;4*Five ear piercings/nose piercing (From Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;5*Anywhere But Home by Evanescence (From Mikie)&lt;br /&gt;6*Now 17 (From Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;7*Three pack of Body Fantasy spray (Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;8*Alice In Wonderland purse (Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;9*Sliver ring (Elizabeth)&lt;br /&gt;10*The Time-Turner from HP3 (Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;11*Plastic carrying case and beads for making my animal key chains (Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;12*Orlando Bloom Door Poster (HOTTIE!) (Dad/Stepdad)&lt;br /&gt;13*"Some Like It Hot" jammies (Mom)&lt;br /&gt;14*Shrek 2 (Mom)&lt;br /&gt;15*Orlando Bloom door poster (Mom)&lt;br /&gt;16*Lite Pink jammies (Auntie)&lt;br /&gt;17*"Ooh La La" slippers (Auntie)&lt;br /&gt;18* 20$ gift card at Rhino Games (Mom)&lt;br /&gt;19* 20$ (Uncle Paul)&lt;br /&gt;20* 25$ (Granny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out pretty well this year. I'd be extremely happy though if I could get ahold of Jeffy. I miss you! :( What did you have to ask me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW that clock down there is wrong for some reason.. it's 10:25 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110429065399929814?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110429065399929814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110429065399929814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110429065399929814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110429065399929814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-christmas-update.html' title='Post-Christmas Update.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110351290304155039</id><published>2004-12-19T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T19:21:43.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Nicky, Friday. He told me about his day with Avalon and how he couldn't stand the fact that he actually had to go back home. I know how he is about the home life or lack there of. For a long while I did feel bad for him. Atleast I get along with one of my parents. He doesn't at all. But after awhile I realized, he's not seriously bad off at all. I mean, so, his mom won't let him get his eyebrow pierced or she can't stand giving him anything he wants. He only has a few years left of "childhood" and he can &lt;em&gt;legally &lt;/em&gt;go anywhere he wants. And it's not as if he doesn't have friends and other family members that do care about him. And love him.  It's not like he's alone in the world. Though sometimes he acts like it. He's constantly talking about his sister and Avalon. And as if that wasn't enough, he's got Matt, Teddy, Macy, Paige, Mel, Andy and Hell freeze over if I mention myself. If anything ever happens, we will always find a way to help each other out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110351290304155039?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110351290304155039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110351290304155039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110351290304155039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110351290304155039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110342317021869099</id><published>2004-12-18T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:26:10.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asses!</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I am SO pissed off at Vh1 &amp;amp; MTV! How can these people NOT put Evanescence on these end of the year awards. At the moment I'm watching Vh1 Top 40 music videos of '04. I mean did NO ONE see the video for Everybody's Fool? That was SO awesome. Plus Amy's so sexy. What about Amy and Seether? I love Broken. It's my friggin' anthem. People dunno good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110342317021869099?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110342317021869099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110342317021869099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110342317021869099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110342317021869099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/12/asses.html' title='Asses!'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110314939158414537</id><published>2004-12-15T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:23:11.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere to Vent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love is for the weak minded. I have never understood that until yesterday. Between Nicky and his suicide threats/free-will to Cody and his, well, Cody doesn't speak at all to me anymore. So I dunno, he looked really pouty today.... Anywho. Men are going to be the end of me. Erm, if you wanna call them men. I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Cody, since he's not as complicated and my feelings for him aren't either. I like Cody, I mean he's alright to talk to but, no thanks, I'll pass on anything more than that. I think if I "went" with Cody it'd be terrible for both of us. He's totally in denile anyway. We all know he just loves Christy. Maybe Caitlyn a little, too. Dunno about that one for sure. It's one of my many theories I have. So far not many of them have been true at all.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I wish Nicky was that easy. No matter what happens. We can never understand each other. I love him so much. But it doesn't seem to matter if I tell him that. I know I play around with him when he says he still loves me the same.  But to be honest I don't think he does love me the same. I believe he loves me but not in the sense that I want. It's really selfish but, I can't help it. I just dunno what to do w/o him.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the first time I've actually typed/written/said that before. I mean more people than just me read this right? But lots of the people I know that read this don't go to Lake Weir. As if I cared anyway. Anyway, I feel a little better that I got some of that out. Now I'm going to find a new blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110314939158414537?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110314939158414537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110314939158414537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110314939158414537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110314939158414537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/12/somewhere-to-vent.html' title='Somewhere to Vent.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110297477702159565</id><published>2004-12-13T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:47:15.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table width="250" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 67% GOTH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=104"&gt;&lt;img alt="67% GOTH" src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/104/3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Oh My Goth! You Goth, Girl. There is a good chance I am bi. Freakiness pumps through my viens, but I can still laugh at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=104"&gt;Take the GOTH test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;12-13-04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Darkness Sprite" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075171941_Darksprite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel, beautiful, ominous and evil&lt;br /&gt;You are a sprite of Darkness: Most shiver at the&lt;br /&gt;sound of your name, you are ominous and&lt;br /&gt;something to be feared. Humans are playthings&lt;br /&gt;to you, toys for your own horrid uses.&lt;br /&gt;Heartless and cruel you love the pain and&lt;br /&gt;hardships of others, sometimes you are the&lt;br /&gt;cause. You are very beautiful on the outside&lt;br /&gt;which will entrance any mortal into believing&lt;br /&gt;what you lead them to, but sooner or later they&lt;br /&gt;will understand the deadly ways of your true&lt;br /&gt;nature. Despite your dark side you are very&lt;br /&gt;talented, you have many gifts that you leave&lt;br /&gt;locked up in favor of whatever else your doing&lt;br /&gt;at the moment. The feeling of love is alien and&lt;br /&gt;unwanted, it frightens you. Perhaps the only&lt;br /&gt;thing that does, you are quite brave and things&lt;br /&gt;rarely surprise or startle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-13-04 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://members.rogers.com/lim.jennifer/dark.jpg" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105904978_esktopdark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, people can't seem to see anything&lt;br /&gt;because your eyes are covered up by tears! You&lt;br /&gt;are constantly hurt and depressed... No one&lt;br /&gt;seems to understand how you feel because&lt;br /&gt;everyone is scared to get close to you... You&lt;br /&gt;long to be able to reach out and tell someone&lt;br /&gt;everything, and all of your problems... But you&lt;br /&gt;have no one to tell, or they just don't seem to&lt;br /&gt;want to hear what you have to say. You've been&lt;br /&gt;hurt many times that you don't seem to have any&lt;br /&gt;tears left to shed, or if you do, they're an&lt;br /&gt;endless river flowing... You've started to hide&lt;br /&gt;and bottle up all or your problems and&lt;br /&gt;feelings, hoping that maybe they just will go&lt;br /&gt;away... You want company, but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;you're scared of it. Your sanctuary is your&lt;br /&gt;room where you can just be alone and try to&lt;br /&gt;throw away all of your aching pains. You're&lt;br /&gt;dark and mysterious and people like you for&lt;br /&gt;that reason. Even if you think you're all by&lt;br /&gt;yourself in the dark, someone is always there&lt;br /&gt;with you. Your special someone wants to admit&lt;br /&gt;and show their feelings towards you, but&lt;br /&gt;they're afraid of how you'll take it. Get out&lt;br /&gt;more and enjoy life because, it is far too long&lt;br /&gt;to frown your way through :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes? (With Pics, See All Results!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-4-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="awesome dark" src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1100935497_wesomedark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you represent the end of life. you are cruel and&lt;br /&gt;dark and hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/What%20part%20of%20life%20do%20you%20represent?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What part of life do you represent? ( AWESOME anime pics ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-7-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Rain" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1075175161_uizzesRain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Rain: Sad, lonely, distant and&lt;br /&gt;unique. You are quite distant from emotion and&lt;br /&gt;people, but you have been made this way by one&lt;br /&gt;thing or another. You are truly unique yet fail&lt;br /&gt;to see it, and are quite creative be it in art,&lt;br /&gt;music, writing, ect.. You used to let people in&lt;br /&gt;now you don't even bother to try having been&lt;br /&gt;hurt so many times in the past. Your attitude&lt;br /&gt;is that you don't need anyone but yourself,&lt;br /&gt;people are just trouble waiting to happen. But&lt;br /&gt;you really do want to trust someone no matter&lt;br /&gt;if you see it or not, deep down your waiting&lt;br /&gt;for someone to come and set you free. This kind&lt;br /&gt;of depression can turn dangerous, don't let&lt;br /&gt;them get to you. Not everyone in the world will&lt;br /&gt;hurt you, humans are humans and are not&lt;br /&gt;perfect. So most likely sooner or later you'll&lt;br /&gt;meet someone who feels like you do and perhaps&lt;br /&gt;your shell will eventually disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/.:-What%20is%20your%20true%20element?-:."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;.:-What is your true element?-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-7-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Too bad!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CoolingtheFire/1106825073_ssecretive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dark person .&lt;br /&gt;Secretive, and a bit depressed. It's either by&lt;br /&gt;problems in your life, or your attitude towards&lt;br /&gt;things. People feel depressed or sad whenever&lt;br /&gt;they're around you, but it's what you think&lt;br /&gt;right? Don't care about what other people&lt;br /&gt;think? I agree with you on that, but do take&lt;br /&gt;care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please Rate and Message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CoolingtheFire/quizzes/What"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What's The Girl Inside of You? .:BEAUTIFUL Anime Pics AND Music!:. (UPDATED!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-9-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041832080_teyousobad.gif" border="0" alt="I hate you so bad"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the "I hate you so bad" happy&lt;br&gt;bunny. You hate everyone and eveything and your&lt;br&gt;not ashamed of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-15-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1109653538_thicLady04.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x88f55c4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/%3F%3FWhich%20colour%20of%20Death%20is%20yours%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;??Which colour of Death is yours??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-15-05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110297477702159565?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110297477702159565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110297477702159565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110297477702159565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110297477702159565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/12/quiz-results.html' title='Quiz Results'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110229974061005425</id><published>2004-12-05T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:22:20.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New News.</title><content type='html'> Well, I've decided to make my story a little closer to home for my future Lake Weir readers. So if you think I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;like you. Look for yourself in the next few volumes. Although some of you may not appear as, erm, well you may have a different name. I'm putting  a lot of "fictional" characters in so, I may borrow your personality. (Dun worry I'll give it back when I'm done.) It's going to take me a while to get myself going again on the writing thing. It's hard for me to get my flow going so. Anywho, my lovies, Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW Nazns, what in the hell happened to the lil Christmas thingy I wanted to do?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110229974061005425?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110229974061005425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110229974061005425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110229974061005425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110229974061005425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-news.html' title='New News.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110216849142439344</id><published>2004-12-04T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T05:54:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eris was the constant companion of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ares&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the God of War&lt;/span&gt;). Eris was the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spirit of Discord&lt;/span&gt; as well as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goddess of Strife&lt;/span&gt;. She was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Night's&lt;/span&gt; daughter and the mother of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Battle, Slaughter, Dispute, Lawlessness&lt;/span&gt; - I think you get the point. She is most known for throwing the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Golden Apple of Discord,&lt;/span&gt; which, by the way, began the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trojan War&lt;/span&gt; through &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aphrodite&lt;/span&gt;. Eris was also said to be the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;twin of Ares&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes from my binder about Chaos. Towards the end Eris will become more... aggressive, as will my character. Night, Battle, Slaughter, Dispute and Lawlessness will all make their depute sometime in the story. I will also talk about the Trojan War, and the possiblity of Eris having a twin. If you didn't already figure out, out of War, Discord and Strife comes Eris' father and daughters. The "constant companion" of Ares would make sense if you think about what would cause war. So yes, there will be a "war" within the Nazns, caused of course by me after I join later on. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110216849142439344?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110216849142439344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110216849142439344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110216849142439344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110216849142439344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/12/chaos-ideas.html' title='Chaos Ideas'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110178166012965397</id><published>2004-11-29T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:27:40.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>~glares at radio~ You know what I just noticed? JOJO SUCKS. -_- I could SO do that.... But whatever, I spent my sick day working on my beautiful bloggy. XD And when we went to the mall we stopped at Spencer's (of course... how can you not stop at Spencer's?) but I found TWO posters I want for Christmas. ~Hint Hint~ I want the Amy Lee and the brokenwing poster. Yay. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110178166012965397?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110178166012965397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110178166012965397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110178166012965397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110178166012965397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110166535034304464</id><published>2004-11-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:09:10.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I spent the entire weekend with Felicia, so I'm tired now. Anywho, there's a song here I found in her room that I like a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of You&lt;br /&gt;By Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;I will wait until the end&lt;br /&gt;When the pendulum, does swing back to the darker side of our hearts bleeding&lt;br /&gt;And I will save this empty space next to me&lt;br /&gt;Like its a grave where I lay, a place for us to sleep eternally together&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching for traces of what we were&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;It's all I have left you to hold&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;So here I am&lt;br /&gt;Pacing around this house again&lt;br /&gt;With a picture of us living on these walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm wondering if it's you that I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for anything but us&lt;br /&gt;Anything but what we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not asking for painted memories; I only want to know if your here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110166535034304464?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110166535034304464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110166535034304464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110166535034304464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110166535034304464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/11/tada.html' title='Tada!'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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-9328231.post-110143580913426221</id><published>2004-11-25T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:23:50.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, this is my first post. Yay! XD I have to thank all the little people I had to step on to get to the top. Hi Macy. :D ~kisses~ Anywho, I'm starting over from the beginning; Xanga blows anyway. BLAH. I'm going to the movies tomorrow wif Felicia. :) I'm also going to try and get my mommy to take me to JCPenny's early tomorrow morning. They have that 5:30am to noon sale so that's gotta be worth atleast one new hoodie. I'm so tired of the one I have now. The pink panther. The glitter's coming off. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9328231-110143580913426221?l=distantfromemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/110143580913426221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9328231&amp;postID=110143580913426221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110143580913426221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9328231/posts/default/110143580913426221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfromemotion.blogspot.com/2004/11/moo.html' title='Moo.'/><author><name>~Rosie~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180201620791970284</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>
