<?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-7348522133961407036</id><updated>2012-02-19T12:28:27.327-08:00</updated><category term='Baby&apos;s first post :]'/><title type='text'>Skittales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-1694581550874269150</id><published>2007-07-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:25:45.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatee</title><content type='html'>I am gonna try and get into the swing of updating more often. Because am very bad about updating. I apologize. I don't really have anything to say right now but... This is just like for habit building skills.... :) ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th post! yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... I promise I will update more often. Long as yopu promise to read.... they will be much more interesting than this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-1694581550874269150?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/1694581550874269150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=1694581550874269150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/1694581550874269150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/1694581550874269150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/07/updatee.html' title='Updatee'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-5729160465342603051</id><published>2007-07-06T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:54:45.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot's to say... sort of</title><content type='html'>I haveb't really updated in along time... so I guess i'll just talk about my week starting with last saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon I went to Michaela's house, Abigail was there too. Our moms talked for a few minutes then we went inside becasue aigail wanted to put self tanner on because she was so pale. Just had to look good for the cute guys (there were none), and we went to Murray Lake. Remember that place? Mm. Well first we swam for a while got used to the water which was cold and then decided to get out and walk to the smaller lake with the island in the middle there  we sat on a picnic table tanning and talking for a while. Then i wanted try and swim to the other side so we did ad i started to panic because i could reach the bottm and i as tired and Abigail kept grabbing at my feet while i floated on my back t catch my breatj. So Kayla's altready on the other side and i'm just like "Help!" So she saves me. Turns out if i swan five more feet the water would be knee deep :). Go me. So we caught our breath and talked for a while saw a dead fish and decided to head back. I ran back I felt nice to run because i hadn't since gym class so that was nice. Then we went back hoppped on a "raft" (actually an air matress), we floated and made it to the other side of the lake. Abigail fell off a few times and almost took me with her a couple times. We egan stregicly paddling back me and michaela used our hands and abigail, her feet. But the abigail again was falling off. So Kayla and I had to go back and kick with her. in the last stretch i was basically just pusshing the mattress haha i was so freaked out. And we made it back safely. No one died and it was fun. We flipped over the mattress and used it as a slip and slide so getting on it sliding off all in the water was challenging but fun. I don't quite know how but we wound up skinny dipping and kayla's brother and friends saw. that was embarrasing. Not really. That was a very liberating experience, i felt so free, And it's not like anyone could see amnything.... we were in a murky lake :). So we got our suits back on getting bored of skinny dipping and ate dinner. Went back to kayla's house and spelt in her fort. We thought someone was outside goin got stalk us. so we called patrick. ha. then kayla got sick so me and abigail went to find water, gave it to her, and went sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning my mom picked me up so I could go to Nina's house. I cleaned my room and did other chores, invcluding pulling up a section of carpet. A rather large section that came up very easily. We left at one because it took me a while to finish cleaning the kitchen. So, we left for nina's and were late, :) sorryyy, nina. So again, our moms talked and Nina and decided to bake cookies. I admit, I was a little scared. I am the worst baker in the world. but the cookies ended up really good. So go us! &lt;-- I've been saying that alot, sucha  wierd habit. Anyways, WE played the Sims for a while and we got our sims married and they woohooed like every night that was funny. It just took the girl a long time to get pregnant. Lol. Eventually she did. and then we got kinda bored of the Sims and decided to go for a walk with Jack. Who s a very cute little doggie. We went to this school down the street from her house which had a very fun park. I forgot what it was called. mm. But anyways we picked vlowers and made little bouquets and then played ont he swings i felt like a little kid again. i even jumped off the swing! Not as high as I used to... but I did. Then I felt really old because there were so many new play structure thingies that I'd never seen before. That was interesting. Feeling old. Yea. So then we walked back, put our fowers in vases and sit and talked and look at ehr Bobbi Brown book and yearbooks. Everyone grew SO much. I didn't. I love exactly the same from 1st grade though. My style just changed a little. But anyways, then  it was dinner time we had burgers and beans. Mm. I had enjoyabe conversations with nina and her family then we played BS and spoons with marnie and ross. that was fun. I lost many times and won many others. :D Then it was bed time so we brushed our toothes and got in bedddd. talked for a little while and listened to eachother's ipods. Maroon 5's new album is pretty good. and then we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;(Next day, Nina and I wake up and go dowtown to eat. It was yummy(I forgot wha i ate though) bad memoy sorryy... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was two weeks ago... but it was a very fun weekend... one of my favorite weekends of this summer... so there you go. Since then not much else happend so there is my update :) &lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;x3 Mayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-5729160465342603051?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/5729160465342603051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=5729160465342603051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/5729160465342603051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/5729160465342603051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/07/lots-to-say-sort-of.html' title='Lot&apos;s to say... sort of'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-8639414836340613150</id><published>2007-06-19T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:33:16.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make a sound.</title><content type='html'>Yep.  It has happened again. I am in love. But this time, it's different. I mean I guess you could say that every time you fall in love, it's different, but this time it really is. It almost feels like something I've never felt before, or I have, but just been scared to do it again. Almost like looking over the edge of a Ferris Wheel. Something I haven't done in years. Maybe back when I was really little. When  I liked looking at the world from high places. I was so little, I guess that I never knew anything other than scrapes and bruises and being little. Being big and on top of the world on a slow moving circle thing was cool, I guess. But lately that feeling has scared me and now I'm even more scared than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at the world from higher up. Metaphorically, of course, you all know me (I hope). And well when I looked down on the world, I made so many mistakes. I made a fool of myself rumors have been made up about me lies twisted around one, or two depending on how you look at it, thing I did. You probably know what I'm talking about, if not. GET WITH THE PROGRAM, PEOPLE. I mean I made an IDIOT of myself but then the next day. I see that my friends were all still there for me. And loved me. And tried to understand me, or if they didn't understand they would just smile and nod and pretend they do.  Oh god. I'm crying now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write a whole thing for each and every individual person and waste like a whole lot of time out of my life to tell you guys the same thing in different wordings over 6o times but why can't I just say it all right now. Thank you. Thank you, all. For all those good times and bad times and the weird stuff in between. Middle School has been crazy and I may not have gotten much taller but I grew SO much. We all did. Elementary school, walking out of Northside and coming into Greenhills I felt like a 1st grader all over again. I felt like I didn't know anything. I felt stupid and naive and like a loser etc. But then you all were exactly the same. Again, different variations of the same thing. I could just be like ILYILYILYILYILYILY!! over and over, or list our many inside jokes but it would take the whole summer to do all that. I have things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Ok I have been through so much. My first everything. I said I was really naive before I came here. I still am. I know I am no where near grown up. I don't think I'll ever grow up. I don't really want to. But anyways, I guess that I am very happy we are done with yet another chapter of our lives. I have moved on. New friends, old friends, new loves, former loves, new teachers, new inside jokes, new classes, new lockers. New everything. I'm so scared. I really shouldn't be. It didn't quite sink in until about twenty minutes ago. Your probably sitting there thinking this loser sounds so confused. But really I guess that since I burned my journal the other day I have no where to barf my thoughts. This is it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that all this came from me realizing that I am in love for all the right reasons. Unlike last time. This time I'm in it for the adventure to try new things, to realize you're not the only Tigger in the world. To sit in a Ferris Wheel and think you'll roll away. The thought that you could very possibly die isn’t such a bad thing to laugh about every once in a while. If your with the people you love doing something fun... Why not? Be going up a hill whimpering with your best friend because you don't know what’s waiting for you on the other side, but you have an idea of it was. Going down hill screaming "I LOVE YOU!" and meaning it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fall in love with anyone per say more. I fell in love with life. I guess I just want to be happy. Someone does make me happy. He doesn't know it quite yet I doubt he ever will, but that’s okay. I'll just go on enjoying life and you know what caused this?. One spontaneous conversation with someone I hardly know. Not-so-scary-movies with your best friend. and one very amazing song. Yea. This is probably my longest and probably I have made so many typos. Although I might spell check. Not sure. Yes I will spell check I will just leave you with my life changing lyrics...  ~~~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re on The distant shore &lt;br /&gt;You’re on The distant shore &lt;br /&gt;Oceans never listen to us anyway, &lt;br /&gt;Oceans never listen to us anyway. &lt;br /&gt;And if I fall into the drink, I will say your name, before I sink.  &lt;br /&gt;He says your name out loud; &lt;br /&gt;At miniature rooms where no one’s found; &lt;br /&gt;It’s a desperate sound. &lt;br /&gt;You’re on The distant shore! &lt;br /&gt;He stands his feet down &lt;br /&gt;You hear his knuckles on your door. &lt;br /&gt;He wants to send you drawings &lt;br /&gt;Drawings of men with faithful hands &lt;br /&gt;They will make such good boyfriends &lt;br /&gt;He wants to tell you stories &lt;br /&gt;Stories of boys who stomped their feet saying, &lt;br /&gt;“Shut – shut up I am dreaming of places Where lovers have wings.”  &lt;br /&gt;“I’ll meet you where the river forks; &lt;br /&gt;When everyone else is dead &lt;br /&gt;You’ll be safe on the water &lt;br /&gt; We’ll be much younger, and we remember. &lt;br /&gt;You’re on The distant shore! &lt;br /&gt;I send my feet down— Down do you hear knuckles On your door. &lt;br /&gt;Do you understand What I’m pining for? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oceans never listen to us anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Oceans never listen to us anyway. &lt;br /&gt;And if I fall into the drink, I will say your name, &lt;br /&gt;before I sink. Oceans never listen to us anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid of the water; &lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid of the sky. &lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of waiting. &lt;br /&gt;Oceans never listen to us anyway, &lt;br /&gt;Oceans never listen to us anyway. &lt;br /&gt;And if I fall into the drink, &lt;br /&gt;I will say your name, before I sink. &lt;br /&gt;So… don’t make a sound. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-8639414836340613150?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/8639414836340613150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=8639414836340613150' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8639414836340613150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8639414836340613150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-make-sound.html' title='Don&apos;t make a sound.'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-7589022878784379908</id><published>2007-05-27T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:44:04.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what i heard/dreams make good movies</title><content type='html'>despite popular belief, I'm not stupid&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams make good movies.&lt;br /&gt;I tink that from now on I'll keep a dream journal&lt;br /&gt;o man&lt;br /&gt;now i have to get up earlier&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-7589022878784379908?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/7589022878784379908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=7589022878784379908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/7589022878784379908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/7589022878784379908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-what-i-heard.html' title='I know what i heard/dreams make good movies'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-6805427234890442048</id><published>2007-05-24T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:42:44.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free... Like a birdie</title><content type='html'>Yes... I am a free bird, of the shackles of that cursed crush. I guess it's not secret that I liked Colin that whole time. Welll I'm over him and anyone else who got confused in my confsued feelings. I am actually quite glad for everything that this escapade has put me through because I think I kind of found a little bit of (as corny as this sounds), who I am. So anyways, I'm really happy. Good way to end the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No boy is gonna mess it up for me these next couple weeks, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say but I need to work on my essay. So good bye, and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-6805427234890442048?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/6805427234890442048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=6805427234890442048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6805427234890442048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6805427234890442048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/05/free-like-birdie.html' title='Free... Like a birdie'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-2317793671326588076</id><published>2007-05-15T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:09:25.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not again!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing really to say but this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;We are the unloved ones&lt;/span&gt;, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;best movie line ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-2317793671326588076?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/2317793671326588076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=2317793671326588076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/2317793671326588076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/2317793671326588076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-again.html' title='not again!!!!'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-8618675815789722025</id><published>2007-05-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T08:37:04.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini skirts, popped collars, stickers, and "freinds"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My title says it all about my dance experience. Michaela, Katie and, I decided to wear miniskirts with polos with popped collars. Of course I don't have a skirt so I made one. I must say, It turned out to be very cute and it just freed up one more hanger in my closet. I had fun dancing, freaked danced like everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As you may have seen, Viggy and I sandwiched Alex and Marsha like yelled at us. that wasn't pretty. "She was like, You three, come with me. If I see you guys near each other again, you're outta here." So funny. Of course near the end of the dance the three of us are stuck in the middle of a dancing circle avoiding each other. That must have been funny to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After a while I got kinda depressed and sat out of like the last 15 minutes of the dance. The heartache got worse and worse, then Masters saved me by putting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. So I had to get up and dance. Yea. Then I sat back down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So basically I'm glad everyone had fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;signing off......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;x3Mayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-8618675815789722025?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/8618675815789722025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=8618675815789722025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8618675815789722025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8618675815789722025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/05/mini-skirts-popped-collars-stickers-and.html' title='Mini skirts, popped collars, stickers, and &quot;freinds&quot;'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-3407424008042890057</id><published>2007-05-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:04:50.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angry annoyed confused and somehow happier than ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, today there was not SO much crying on my part. Just a smidgen upset I'm too clumsy. I fall up the stairs once and I can't play soccer? Harsh. stupid big toe. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That's odd. I've lately just been saying what I'm crying about. Hmmm. So yesterday, It wasn't so sad of a cry as it was yesterday. More of an annoyed, angry, confused cry. Annoyed and confused are relative,  if you know me well, it won't be too hard to decipher why a would be annoyed and confused. It's the same exact reason it has been since as long as I can remember (don't forget I have bad memory, so it wasn't always like this). Oh an I already explained my anger, big toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; To every broken heart in here&lt;br /&gt;Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared&lt;br /&gt;She told me that it's all part of the choices that you make&lt;br /&gt;Even when you think you're right&lt;br /&gt;You have to give to take&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I wonder if you're listening&lt;br /&gt;Picking up on the signals&lt;br /&gt;Sent back from within&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-3407424008042890057?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/3407424008042890057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=3407424008042890057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/3407424008042890057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/3407424008042890057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/05/angry-annoyed-confused-and-somehow.html' title='angry annoyed confused and somehow happier than ever'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-4746897858466453142</id><published>2007-05-02T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:01:49.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My week so far has been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yea. It has &lt;strong&gt;sucked big time. I think I cried because I was like actually really, really, really sad since about December. Like I felt so bad becuase I kind of took out all my anger on my sister, and a set of blinds. I mean I apologized to my sister and fixed the blinds but still. It was sacry, I was so upset. I guess all I can say is I'm really glad this year's almost over because like... well. This has been my worst and best year. I learned&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;so&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;much socially and educationally. But like seriosuly, Class of 2011, thank you for making my 8th grade life such an adventure. To some who are leaving next year I will miss you SO much and I love you. And to others  (mainly two people) good riddance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;x3 Mayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry for such short posts. I will do my best to update more often and with more content.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-4746897858466453142?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/4746897858466453142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=4746897858466453142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/4746897858466453142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/4746897858466453142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-week-so-far-has-been.html' title='My week so far has been...'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-6254331619513699880</id><published>2007-04-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:47:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:[[[[[[[[</title><content type='html'>yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i did soemthing i wish i didn't&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay in school, kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-6254331619513699880?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/6254331619513699880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=6254331619513699880' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6254331619513699880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6254331619513699880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=':[[[[[[[['/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-8695977025302977562</id><published>2007-04-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:57:40.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened today?</title><content type='html'>have i said enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3 Mayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-8695977025302977562?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/8695977025302977562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=8695977025302977562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8695977025302977562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8695977025302977562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-happened-today.html' title='What happened today?'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-8578190396937827343</id><published>2007-04-17T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T15:06:26.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the comment meter is at an all time low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me- *gasp* I broke our frisbee&lt;br /&gt;Meghna- Ah! Un-break it!&lt;br /&gt;(she used improper english. This is the girl who always corrects me. In French and in English! Shame on you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, my faithful or not so faithful readers should comment. Well anyways, Miss Maya is a free birdie with yummy (?thesaurus needed) new crush. :] And NO others, prolly not the person you'd think. Unless I told you. Or someone else did... And whoever told you. Shame on them. Unless I gave permission to pass information then not shame on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been saying that a lot. I should Patent it, or Copyright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, I get to bake a steak today and make potatoes, weee. I'm cooking! And Idol comes on tonight. Unless Phil makes an amazing show tonight, I predict this week to be his last. Then as soon as that joke Sanjaya leaves (he didn't do half bad last week actually.) This will be an actual singing contest and either Blake or Melindah(sp?) will win. Yepperz :) Just watch, I'll be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my day/week?&lt;br /&gt;Well, lat night I was SO tired after soccer practice that I went to bed at like 8. I didn't even bother eating dinner. I woke up before my 5:30 alarm so I ate a big breakfast (Cereal, banana, toast, and orange juice). Then thinking I was late because normally I am by the time I'm ready. But then I ended up late for being early (just as bad) Oh I can't be late for school anymore because Mr. Jones mentioned it in my report card. Well yea. So I was listening to Bycicle(sp?) Race by Queen when the bell rang. I screamed about something and then went to class.&lt;br /&gt;Civics: Nolan was sitting in my seat. He isn't even in my class so I was kinda mad.&lt;br /&gt;French: We sang with the sixth graders(yayy!)&lt;br /&gt;Advisory: *Kevin walks by* Dorothea: Ooh dang    (not to kevin, BTW just hilarious timing)&lt;br /&gt;English class: Dorothea's Mom's Comment on To Kill a Mokingbird: "The book was ok" {signature}&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;Math: uhm yea, *snoooze* (not literally)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: CASS! weee. John's a Chubby Chaser! *draws a peanut* "Look it's abby's brain!"&lt;br /&gt;Science: Found 3 ways to light a lightbulb.&lt;br /&gt;Gym: "The wind did it!"&lt;br /&gt;Art: "Why'ed you log me out?!" Everyone "HEY!!"&lt;br /&gt;After school: random funness as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3Mayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-8578190396937827343?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/8578190396937827343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=8578190396937827343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8578190396937827343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8578190396937827343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/04/comment-meter-is-at-all-time-low.html' title='the comment meter is at an all time low'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-1034819456944037904</id><published>2007-04-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:16:20.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh-bye spring break</title><content type='html'>I chose to handwrite my blog first so that I can avoid saying something I will later regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up all night writing sad poetry as my ode to the end of spring break. It's the end of my freedom from life or at least my school life which to some doesn't appear to be that bad but... ho-ho,you'd be surprised of all the negative crap that goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm kind of glad that break is ending i can get back to living life and quit day-dreaming about things that could and couldn't happen. And things that will and won't happen blahblah. I want to go back to homework and hanging out looking for loop holes in the ASG system. I guess I forgot about how much I miss hating Mrs Topper. And I miss having Tacos for lunch. But school itself isn't the only thing I  forgot about. Bt it's not wise to talk about what I wrote. So yea. scratch that. I wrote more But I'm not in the mood for typing. will edit later :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3 Mayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-1034819456944037904?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/1034819456944037904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=1034819456944037904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/1034819456944037904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/1034819456944037904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/04/buh-bye-spring-break.html' title='Buh-bye spring break'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-6901735454544802318</id><published>2007-04-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:24:14.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the moment...</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I feel like being critical of something. Like a photograph... before posting cette photograph, I am going to say in terms of photography for this picture to be emotive (Oo.. big word), and not just another candid shot. I have requirements. I'm not really saying I'm an expert, just observant. Now for the photo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yMEvPxdoX4/Rh5nf2zPuJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kFiKM8xqo0Y/s1600-h/No_Color_by_XxFatallyGorgeousXx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yMEvPxdoX4/Rh5nf2zPuJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kFiKM8xqo0Y/s200/No_Color_by_XxFatallyGorgeousXx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052589628940335250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets start with the guy (person with dark hair.) His hair is in the way and takes up the whole photo. (stupid block head) this same head blocks girls eyes. It's either the camera angle or the models getting in the way. But that I don't like. It makes it non-romantic. Now, I will talk about the photo quality. The picture is grainy and if you want the pic to be romantic. You want it to be softer and less dkfhjl;ghfagf/.  and the Bloc and whites are harsh and the model's skin looks ghostly. So this pic comes across to me as&lt;br /&gt;well, not romantic. Just another candid shot. I guess I should find a pic that corrects all my wrongs now...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7yMEvPxdoX4/Rh5qPWzPuKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ySnE_oJTnJ0/s1600-h/weding_kiss_by_whenImaGhost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7yMEvPxdoX4/Rh5qPWzPuKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ySnE_oJTnJ0/s200/weding_kiss_by_whenImaGhost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052592644007377058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Blacks and whites less harsh. You can see both models. and there is real ROMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you comment me on how mean i am or whatever, I have my opinions and you have yours, This just happens to be mine. and like i said. At the moment, I feel like judging something. And that is precisely what I proceeded to do. Well now that that's over, I shall talk about my day. Uhmmmmmmmmmm. Yea. That's basically how my day went. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments, crayons, and skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3 Mayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-6901735454544802318?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/6901735454544802318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=6901735454544802318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6901735454544802318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6901735454544802318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-moment.html' title='At the moment...'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7yMEvPxdoX4/Rh5nf2zPuJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kFiKM8xqo0Y/s72-c/No_Color_by_XxFatallyGorgeousXx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-1188196725467751669</id><published>2007-04-11T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:15:54.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Civilization-IV-Demo-Released-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/Civilization-IV-Demo-Released-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reallyyyy tired...&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how much of a loser I was until my parents bought me civilization IV&lt;br /&gt;for the past like 3 days I've been waking up at 4pm because I was up all night playing it. It's just SO fun. Did u know that I'm the most wealthy, advanced, and largest civilization, and most likely the strongest in my game? Well, I am. But I'm losing money cause I keep making warriors to get one of my cities back froms tupid barbarions. For the first 1000 years of my game they weren't there. UGH!fkdjsghfljgal&lt;br /&gt;well anyways. I have to go Michaela's here and we're gonna have a happy fun time. Without YOU :) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-1188196725467751669?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/1188196725467751669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=1188196725467751669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/1188196725467751669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/1188196725467751669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/04/bleeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Bleeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-7276419408537577945</id><published>2007-03-31T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:22:24.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Washington D.C. was absolutely amazing!! There were so many memories that I don't even think I can put it all in one post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-7276419408537577945?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/7276419408537577945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=7276419408537577945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/7276419408537577945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/7276419408537577945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-6964249299996138792</id><published>2007-03-24T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:43:42.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more dayy</title><content type='html'>i never update anymore. i should really start getting into the habit of blogging more. Thank gooseness I got a tetnas(sp?) shot because i really think alex has some kind of disease. Speaking of diseases I have this urge to sit in the back of the bus and throw peanuts from there, just to see if any of my beloved classmates have any airbourne peanut allergies. Oh, and I'm typing this entire post without once looking at the keyboard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, jenny and i had a taco eating contest. (the person who could eat the most tacos in one hour) We are now taking bets so if you want, you may take a bet. (darn, i peeked at the keyboard, now i'm looking at the keyboard)&lt;br /&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-6964249299996138792?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/6964249299996138792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=6964249299996138792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6964249299996138792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6964249299996138792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-more-dayy.html' title='1 more dayy'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-497157385241117031</id><published>2007-03-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:32:53.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yo"</title><content type='html'>Sup guys?&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the lock-in it was fun, like really fun. It just didn't quite live up to the expectations we had for it. Part of it i think is that there weren't enough chaperones. But yes it was fun! We stayed up really late. i eventually passed out and went to bed. i didn't have any intentions of sleeping. But whatever, yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-497157385241117031?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/497157385241117031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=497157385241117031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/497157385241117031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/497157385241117031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/03/yo.html' title='&quot;Yo&quot;'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-6469698628953200865</id><published>2007-03-10T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:18:16.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy saturday</title><content type='html'>yay&lt;br /&gt;my blogging has a purpose now. But I'm keeping it hush hush :)&lt;br /&gt;(the purpose, that is)&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on lately, I don't really know why i haven't posted in a while. on wednesday, we had this like tudent parent night thing. i felt like i was in one of the those focus group thingies for like people with anger issues where we go around, say our names and come to a realisation that we're not  the only ones with problems... Too bad i already knew that. So yea it was kinda pointless. i mean, i missed american idol to go to sit and listen to parents blab about how their kids don't tell them anything.. i tell my parents everyhting. so stupid. fd;ag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that a group of us order $106 of food from Pizza House it was so fantastic! Everyone who went i think i got much closer with them. HAHA. I took alex's man skirt! :D *cough* pimp towel tehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then friday was orchestra fetival. i wasn't that bad. we got a 1&lt;br /&gt;ahah! nick! ARE YOU NERVOUS NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;and then we had lasaaaaaaaaagnnnnnnaaaaa(sp?)&lt;br /&gt;and then viggy and marion came over &lt;br /&gt;"GO AWAY AMANDA" *splat*&lt;br /&gt;"MY ICE CREAM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu alll!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;or more appropriately&lt;br /&gt;oO&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;x3myz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-6469698628953200865?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/6469698628953200865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=6469698628953200865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6469698628953200865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6469698628953200865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-saturday.html' title='happy saturday'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-8302260162187967969</id><published>2007-03-08T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:39:43.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more school weeks...</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to post about&lt;br /&gt;more later. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3Myz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-8302260162187967969?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/8302260162187967969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=8302260162187967969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8302260162187967969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8302260162187967969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-more-school-weeks.html' title='2 more school weeks...'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-613811520066180308</id><published>2007-03-02T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:35:39.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shalt not shake it like a polariod, picture</title><content type='html'>I spent today doing a large amount of nothing. Tommrrow I might do a little something, but only time will tell. So like, I got bored of the other layout and decided to do something a little more colorful. hmmmm. I feel like making a banner of some sort. Excuse me while I think of something green....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3 Mayz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this strange idea... &lt;br /&gt;Now y'all gots a reason to comment!&lt;br /&gt;I want you to tell me one random fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-613811520066180308?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/613811520066180308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=613811520066180308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/613811520066180308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/613811520066180308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/03/thou-shalt-not-shake-it-like-polariod.html' title='Thou shalt not shake it like a polariod, picture'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-6570323174037343848</id><published>2007-03-01T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:28:14.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp* I missed a day</title><content type='html'>I didn't post yesterday... I'm sorry! There wasn't really anything to talk about so I guess it doesn't matter? And meghna has just informed me that no one actually posts everyday. :) hmmm So! I just straightened my hair and then looked out the window. It's raining, perfect. In under 45 minutes meghna is picking me up and we're gonna "work" On our french project and talk about fantastico stuphz... My sister had a friend over yesterday she's a new freind  like her much better than as rachael calls them, sue-sue and salami (sabia and siana). But thats because they're loud and like to puch me. What makes me mad is that my sister lets them :). Oh and 25 more freaking days 'till DC! al;alhgasghnfklsfdhgj I'm so ecited and then SPRING BREAK... I'm thinking of having people over... for the first time. hmmmm.... Isn't it sad that theres so much stuff that happens in our grade that I never get a chance to invite freinds over? I think I'll just write random stuff until meghna gets here. Oh I developed a bizarre rash all over my body, I really hope I'm not allergic to my new perfume because that would suck, it makes me smell good, I get compliments... :( I doubt it, I don't put in on my face and it's like on the corners of my lips too. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt can always be denial though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya, Meghna, marion, Viggy -DC!!!1- &lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3 Mayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-6570323174037343848?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/6570323174037343848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=6570323174037343848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6570323174037343848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/6570323174037343848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/03/gasp-i-missed-day.html' title='*gasp* I missed a day'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-3192242014092408595</id><published>2007-02-27T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:26:20.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oOo... Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;^^ Mhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;it's really early haha, I was gonna go to Abigail's at 10, nut now I'm going at 11... My mom has a meeting. :[ but what's an hour gonna do? I don't have anything to do right now, so that's why I'm blogging. I'm gonna go find something to do and comeback with something to report. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khdsgfsd&lt;br /&gt;Stupid meetings...&lt;br /&gt;now i don't have anything to do....&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Eragon! At the dollar theatre yet again...COME ON IT'S 50¢ tuesday, that means I spend 50¢ on my movie ticket! I'm so cheap, I love it&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm not much else to talk about so until tommorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-3192242014092408595?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/3192242014092408595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=3192242014092408595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/3192242014092408595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/3192242014092408595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/02/ooo-tuesday.html' title='oOo... Tuesday'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</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-7348522133961407036.post-3293733518949731342</id><published>2007-02-26T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:58:23.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;oOo, It's Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I need to call Meghna. So i'm gonna do that now and then come back :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nevermind my mom's expecting a &lt;i&gt;phone call&lt;/i&gt; I'll just have to call her later about our petit proger(sp?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hm... Nina is correct, it is in fact the first day of break and Safari sucks for formatting blogger posts so I'm gonna switch to another browser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ah... that's better. I loves Safari :3 And Techno. Yesterday I had a total of 3 spontaneous dance parties in my room. Each of them &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;included a one person mosh pit, me danci&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng with my latter, fun music videos, and me dancing around in my room like a retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The songs I played went like this, I suggest looking them up so you too can have spontaneous dance parties whenever you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DotA-Basshunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KernKraft 400- Zombie Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satisfaction- Barry Benassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandstorm- (i forgot who it was by)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heaven- Dj Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragosta Din Tei- O-Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday Morning- K-OS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And couple others I forogot. Those were the most played though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I eventually got to talking to meghna. She immediately jumped into a follow up conversation about a conversation we had yesterday. c: She was in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at costumer service in neiman and marcus. (yay!) In the middle of our conversation i got interrupted by a certain Abigail. Then I called her back. AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I had to go again, I went to see Casino Royale :3 Daniel Craig is a real Manwhich... Well anyways, I just thought I'd tell you about the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to meghna: I left my notebook with the map of our town at school...So either, I can draw a new one or we can improvise... We kind of changed the layout of the town at the last minute anyways, right? Hope you still love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;x3 Mayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-3293733518949731342?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/3293733518949731342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=3293733518949731342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/3293733518949731342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/3293733518949731342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/02/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-7743898964145719211</id><published>2007-02-25T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:08:21.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/066/2/5/love_is_by_di_chot_o_my.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs9/i/2006/066/2/5/love_is_by_di_chot_o_my.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;it's really early in the day so I'll probably post more later. That means check back later! *Wink Wink Nudge Nudge*&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make this blog real. So I guess regardless of whether you read this or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not. I'll put houghts here. But like nothing that should cause drama.... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I was just like thinking about stuff and like me being sad about simething that happened a while ago. I'm not absolutely sure what made me think about it. (I can't really be very specific right now) But like when it happened i was really sad and hurt. Not to mention confused, and like now that I'm thinking about it. I'm still really hurt but more annoyed and kind of angry. But maybe I'm just fraking out so don't listen to me. Well no, I was hurt because the person I went to for advice didn't have advice. More like just sympathy. Or I was hurt because this person meant a lot to me. Or... never mind. More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I cleaned out the basement. :) and It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;a mess anyways! :DD I really don't think sad thoughts like that ^ often, so don't worry, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I traced your name onto the misty windows each time I thought of you. The fingerprints are still there if you breath warmly on it, but with each blow the words fade just a little, and now I’m afraid to look at it for fear it’ll stop existing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha! I was reading stories and I just found this beautiful line. I just had to post it. It's so true though.... Like just in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-7743898964145719211?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/7743898964145719211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=7743898964145719211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/7743898964145719211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/7743898964145719211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-two.html' title='Day two...'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7348522133961407036.post-8245276104327899435</id><published>2007-02-24T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T10:37:19.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby&apos;s first post :]'/><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new blog location. :3&lt;br /&gt;Even probably the only one who reads this is MMLI, bah. &lt;br /&gt;Last night, Katie's party was the bomb diggity!! It was so fun I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm I don't really have much to write about now&lt;br /&gt;it's mid winter break I'm watching Accepted in total of 27 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;Washington DC is in I belive.... 30 days, yea i really don't have anything really to talk about right now,&lt;br /&gt;OH! We ordered FOOD for one of the resteraunts that we're eating at. I think it's a called&lt;br /&gt;'Next to the Sea' or something un origional like that, I ORDERED SHRIMPS!&lt;br /&gt;wooohoooo&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;br /&gt;the only hting i'm doing today is cleaning stuff out. I guess you could call it spring cleaning since spring starts in i belive 2 or 3 weeks? &lt;br /&gt;My load of Laundry is done so goodbye loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3 r00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7348522133961407036-8245276104327899435?l=kan9ar00s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/feeds/8245276104327899435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7348522133961407036&amp;postID=8245276104327899435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8245276104327899435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7348522133961407036/posts/default/8245276104327899435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kan9ar00s.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09719861308556678737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
