<?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-1988861048332786690</id><updated>2011-09-05T04:52:09.504-07:00</updated><category term='jessica'/><category term='canoeing'/><category term='replacement'/><category term='Juliann'/><category term='rw'/><category term='cellphone'/><category term='tired'/><category term='freddie highmore'/><category term='boys'/><category term='cynthia'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='limp'/><category term='4th grade'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='alec'/><category term='azn c0nspiracee'/><category term='alexandra'/><category term='Tim'/><category term='biking'/><category term='Nivetha'/><category term='mintyroll'/><category term='truth'/><category term='peng'/><category term='smile'/><category term='sirbey'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='jay'/><category term='girls'/><category term='baking'/><category term='C2'/><category term='sports'/><category term='wicca'/><category term='nerds'/><category term='mel'/><category term='tate'/><category term='alex'/><category term='bus'/><category term='fugly'/><category term='Taylor'/><category term='pidgeon'/><category term='VA'/><category term='scripps'/><category term='nol nol an an'/><category term='san diego'/><category term='nolan'/><category term='story'/><category term='friday'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='drama'/><category term='amanda'/><category term='andy'/><category term='tiara'/><category term='thursday'/><category term='7thgrade'/><category term='guys'/><category term='der der'/><category term='belle'/><category term='Sara'/><category term='mile'/><category term='missing people'/><category term='chopsticks'/><category term='loveeee'/><category term='daydream'/><category term='grades'/><category term='chemistry'/><category term='school'/><category term='depression'/><category term='alexander'/><category term='experiment'/><category term='angry'/><category term='preps'/><category term='grayson'/><category term='movie'/><category term='rain'/><category term='fred'/><category term='drew'/><category term='steven'/><category term='highlights'/><category term='pain'/><category term='hitter'/><category term='thibo'/><category term='matt'/><category term='california'/><category term='jerks'/><category term='weight'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='tennis'/><category term='moving'/><category term='*fluck my stupid retarded dumb-ass of a nothing life'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='manga'/><category term='Michigan'/><category term='Band'/><category term='change'/><category term='jocks'/><category term='nick'/><category term='maggie'/><category term='quizilla'/><category term='mclean'/><category term='Izy'/><category term='lilly'/><category term='kevin'/><category term='Kyle'/><category term='amy'/><category term='homework'/><category term='Hyper'/><category term='Sean'/><category term='question of the day'/><category term='biology'/><category term='gabe'/><category term='firstday'/><category term='Linkin Park'/><category term='homecoming'/><category term='highschool'/><category term='derek'/><category term='urg'/><category term='science'/><category term='Sandra'/><category term='friends'/><category term='cutest'/><category term='mcfly'/><category term='Aaron'/><category term='math'/><category term='spoon'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='english'/><category term='photography'/><category term='dylan *wink wink Sandra*'/><category term='acorn'/><category term='music'/><category term='2nd day'/><category term='Jilly'/><category term='sammy'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='time'/><category term='iceskating'/><category term='jacqueline'/><category term='cello'/><category term='french'/><category term='parents'/><category term='clone'/><category term='Savira'/><category term='siena'/><category term='Laura'/><category term='gokusen'/><category term='&quot;tom&quot;'/><category term='super cookies'/><category term='new years'/><category term='history'/><category term='shannon'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='lex'/><category term='weird'/><category term='*idontknowif ilikeherbecausesheiskindarude'/><category term='john'/><category term='Connor'/><category term='hot'/><category term='Natasha'/><category term='kinoko'/><category term='health'/><category term='sabby'/><title type='text'>Itonami</title><subtitle type='html'>If you didn't know...itonami means life in Japanese. I am not Japanese, but I called this blog "life" because that is what each and ever person in the world experiences. Life...it's a great and terrible thing. Let's hope you make the best of it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7741180289758635809</id><published>2011-04-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:27:08.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rw'/><title type='text'>Citations YAY FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="small" id="SourceCitation"&gt;&lt;span class="citation IAC Gale"&gt;&lt;span class="citation Generated"&gt;Browne, Dallas L. "Rwanda and Burundi: Culture, History, Power, and Genocide." &lt;i&gt;History Behind the Headlines&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;The Origins of Conflicts Worldwide&lt;/i&gt;. Ed. Sonia G. Benson, Nancy Matuszak, and Meghan Appel O'Meara. Vol. 1. Detroit: Gale, 2001. 225-237. &lt;i&gt;Gale Virtual Reference Library&lt;/i&gt;. Web. 11 Apr. 2011.&lt;/span&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/1988861048332786690-7741180289758635809?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7741180289758635809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2011/04/citations-yay-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7741180289758635809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7741180289758635809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2011/04/citations-yay-fun.html' title='Citations YAY FUN!'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3560923087756582659</id><published>2011-04-10T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:28:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mclean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gokusen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>LONG TIME</title><content type='html'>WOW....long time no talk/hear/see.&lt;br /&gt;It's been way too long. I'll just have a brief "whatssup" in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I made the tennis team (GO MCLEAN) and is currently number 4/5.&lt;br /&gt;4/5 because our number one, Megumi Chen, is ranked #4 in mid-atlantic and thus can't come to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of our matches. So sometimes I get to be four, sometimes five. Our ranking goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;Megumi Chen&lt;br /&gt;Anna Pelak&lt;br /&gt;Savannah Graham&lt;br /&gt;Emily Tong&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Claire Ridgely&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW (well obviously not) but our assistant coach, Alex Shek is NINE YEARS OLDER THEN US!?!?!?!? Haha okay yeah. Random fact of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It's a pretty solid team.&lt;br /&gt;School is going...EHHHHH. It's not TERRIBLE but it's not GREAT. But it certainly is very, very, very LONG. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socially it's okay. No more mass hang-outs with all the guys. But it's still really fun when we all get together. Yes, Cynthia and Teddy are still going out. So is Duke and Amy Lin, and apparently Daniel and Haemin are going out now. Also Sean and Jenny are still going out (?) but they have had a lot of drama. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A LOT OF DRAMA-LLAMA!  &lt;/span&gt;I still haven't found a boyfriend for Shannon and Amy or a girlfriend for Tim. But I will. Oh I will. I still talk to my California friends, they seem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eager&lt;/span&gt; for me to come back. Or maybe not? I can think of three people NOT looking forward for my return. Psh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...uhhhhhhhh OH. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS JAPANESE DRAMA CALLED GOKUSEN. IT HAS 3 SEASONS AND A MOVIE. I HAVE WATCHED ALL OF THEM. THEY ARE SO AMAZING AND SOME OF THE GUYS ARE REALLY, REALLY, REALLY CUTE. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; BECAUSE OF GOKUSEN I NOW KNOW KAT-TUN AND ARISHA (Japanese bands). I loveeee &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 Kamenashi Kazuya, Miura Haruma and Matsumoto Jun. &amp;lt;3 So adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now. But who knows. I probably will write more later! &amp;gt;&amp;lt; bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3560923087756582659?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3560923087756582659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3560923087756582659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3560923087756582659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-time.html' title='LONG TIME'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-781537224769785075</id><published>2010-12-08T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:11:07.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't enjoy life (but i'm not emo)</title><content type='html'>Life is mean&lt;br /&gt;Life is cruel&lt;br /&gt;Life should go rot in a ditch and die&lt;br /&gt;Life  is a F------ in school&lt;br /&gt;Life is ( X . X )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i don't like life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing not so great now in school.&lt;br /&gt;Like legit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go study so ill write more after i study (which will be never)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-781537224769785075?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/781537224769785075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-enjoy-life-but-im-not-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/781537224769785075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ANGRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_1524013661" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;my two friends r going out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_3953471932" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;and no one told me&lt;br /&gt;but they told everyone else&lt;br /&gt;except me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_378580585" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;my best friend here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_93578281" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;knew for TWO WEEKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_451187137" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;and didnt tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_449289045" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;her excuse was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_1263614097" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;"im not allowed to tell anyone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_4226569802" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;wen she was told by someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_4007747423" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;psh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1475381851_2267510162" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;so i got mad&lt;/div&gt;my dad took their side&lt;br /&gt;i punched my punching bag as hard as i could for 5 minutes straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still pissed&lt;br /&gt;still rlly pissed&lt;br /&gt;went on a cursing rant for 10 minutes while my parents were out @ Tysons 2&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i broke a window on wednesday w/ a ball :)&lt;br /&gt;wish i could do that now...would help my stress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7439981551112266420?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7439981551112266420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7624614001156655820</id><published>2010-11-19T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:07:29.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW NEWS :D</title><content type='html'>So let's see&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A HUNDRED ON CHEMISTRY QUIZZZZ! FIRST&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; EVERRRR&lt;/span&gt; it's like...AMAZING :D&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhh what else....oh i played okay tennis today w/ Gene....and uhhhh OMG THE MOVIE THE LAST AIRBENDER SUCKS ASSSSSSS :( THEY RUINED A GOOD TV SHOW &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh I got awesome leather gloves&lt;br /&gt;and i bought chirstmas presents&lt;br /&gt;and Amy judd found this cute pikachu thing :D  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7n7ydgUP51qbe7n1o1_400.gif" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://28.media.tumblr.com/tum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;blr_l7n7ydgUP51qbe7n1o1_400.gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO CUTE! It's like what Cynthia Tong and Jenny Wang do to my face...i have become their "pikachu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhhh i got nothing else to sayyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;for now anywayssssss :D&lt;br /&gt;life is pretty good right now&lt;br /&gt;DID I MENTION HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS TOMORROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW?????????? :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7624614001156655820?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7624614001156655820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-news-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7624614001156655820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7624614001156655820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-news-d.html' title='NEW NEWS :D'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5130904634846769904</id><published>2010-11-18T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:12:23.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks Right Now</title><content type='html'>So...like school sucks&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but homework and tests just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'd rather have homework then tests.&lt;br /&gt;Tests make me just fail a class&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;ill write more when im not studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5130904634846769904?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5130904634846769904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-sucks-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5130904634846769904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5130904634846769904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-sucks-right-now.html' title='Life Sucks Right Now'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2235344070377046172</id><published>2010-11-17T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:46:06.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><title type='text'>Obsession x46056150621572190521</title><content type='html'>OKAYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;SO FROM THE TITLE YOU MUST KNOW THIS WILL BE ABOUT OBSESSION, no not the movie, no not about **** and his obsession about ***** ITS ABOUT A STORYYYYY....&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO FREAKING GOOD AND I SWEAR IM GONNA GET LIKE...IM LIKE...ITS LIKE MY DRUGGGGGGGGG (sorry Ke$ha but love is not my drug). It's on quizilla.com and its by this girl named XxSkater2Girl16xX&lt;br /&gt;she's like REALLY GOOD. read any of her stories, they kick ass. I wish i could right like that....like OMG. The story that i am sooooooo OBSESSED with is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="mood love"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user/XxSkater2Girl16xX/journal/1720856/a-proscriptive-relationship"&gt;A Proscriptive Relationship!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;it is the dope! lol i have no idea why i said that. ITS SO GOOD! GAHHHHHHHHH i was freaking out to Alex today and I most defiantly weirded him out, although that's not really a surprise since you know...it's me. BUT OMG YOU HAVE TO READ THAT STORYYYYYYYYYY GAHHHH!  *fan girl scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEP BREATH&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now that that is overrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOING TO SEE THE NEW HARRY POTTER THIS WEEKENDDDD! I mean i prefer the books over the movies but i have to admit im PUMPED. not enough to wear anything stupid, but im defiantly going to have fun. I'm going with Margaret Park, MAYBE Joe Wethern, MAYBE Sarah Kim, and probably Daniel Nguyen. Although...I think Margaret hates him O.O oh well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades: Well eh, i'm doing okay...i guess nothing really new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm let's see. Well since reading  &lt;a href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user/XxSkater2Girl16xX/journal/1720856/a-proscriptive-relationship"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Proscriptive Relationship!&lt;/a&gt; I have had this huge urge to write. So I'm going to start writing again...I've read my stories and they have some of the normal patterns so i'm going do some new things i haven't tried. You know....boarding school, fights, abroad to places, maybe ill even do a mystery! but im getting ahead of myself, and i should really start with just finishing a story before thinking of new ones.&lt;br /&gt;So for the one i posted i've decided to not post anymore just because i'm too lazy but i have a basic idea.&lt;br /&gt;So Elvire is a street fighter&lt;br /&gt;but her sister Iris gets caught doing something bad (idk what yet)&lt;br /&gt;and Iris going to be sent to a boarding school for troubled kids (not mentally disabled, just like....troubled) however Elvire decides that her family needs Iris more then her so El goes in place of her sister. At first she tries to act all innocent like Iris normally is, but ends up just getting bullied by people. Soon El can't handle it and one day she finally cracks and becomes the girl she really is. :D However instead of making it any better it just becomes. . . weirder. the leader of the bullies turns out to be really nice, his followers turn out to be butterfly-chasing, book-reading, homework-doing guys, AKA normal (except for the butterfly-chasing). El thinks she's starting to fit in when suddenly Hayden, a "friend" from the past is sent to the school for being caught fighting. He almost blows her cover, but doesnt because he black-mails her into becoming part of his in school, private gang.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now....but I'll see what I come up with. Who knows i'll probably change some things around. If anyone reads this, give me some input?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-2235344070377046172?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2235344070377046172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/obsession-x46056150621572190521.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2235344070377046172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2235344070377046172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/obsession-x46056150621572190521.html' title='Obsession x46056150621572190521'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3658467232625642588</id><published>2010-11-07T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:30:21.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>THE DRAMA OF HIGHSCHOOL</title><content type='html'>High school is drama land. You know like candy land, with the colorful pictures and the pretty characters? Yeah well High school is sorta like that. Instead of the colorful pictures we've got gossip, lies, truth, and then instead of pretty characters we've got the popular people, the bitches, the emos, the Asians, the smart ones, and then the one thing that candy land doesn't have...is death. No one dies in candy land. In fact, everyone gets to the end, not everyone in high school get to the end. And it can all start with one thing, in candy land it starts with a dice, in high school it starts with drama. One truth spreads, becomes more then truth, becomes a lie, sides are chosen, people are hurt. Sounds dramatic right? That's what high school is.&lt;br /&gt;However, no matter how much the people are being annoying, and are bitching and moaning to you. YOu have no right to say that your life truly sucks. Maybe for some people, but my friends, I know your life does not suck as much as some people. Mexican children dying because of a drug war in Mexico would kill to have your life. Kids in Africa would walk over fire to eat three (maybe more) meals a day like you. Someone with cancer would give everything up just to be healthy again. But you have no right to say you want to kill yourself just because people are saying you are head-over-heels for a girl and teasing you. It's one thing for random people to tease you, but your friends teasing you? That's ridiculous. It's a friend's job to tease you! And if you don't like it, don't ignore them, talk to them. Don't use other people to talk to them, YOU talk to them. I'm sick of people ignoring me and not talking to me. I know i do it too. And i'm saying it right now. I'm going to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3658467232625642588?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3658467232625642588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/drama-of-highschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3658467232625642588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3658467232625642588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/drama-of-highschool.html' title='THE DRAMA OF HIGHSCHOOL'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4687146908941770807</id><published>2010-11-07T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:13:19.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Everlasting Crap Loads of Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So much homework and so little time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many tests to study for and so little time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So little time for anything! D: However, instead of using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my time for "educational purposes" i have used part of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time to write a new story! And I'm going to post it here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D Please don't expect me to finish it. So don't get cha hopes up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Shakespeare once said in one of his plays: “Love comforteth like sunshine after rain&lt;a style="" href="#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always disagreed with this, love can’t comfort you. He breaks your heart and leaves you, how does that comfort you? Maybe it’s the rain that comforts you, after all, you can cry in the rain and no one knows you’re actually crying. That’s comforting right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;CHAPTER ONE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Elvire, wake up! We’re going to visit mom and dad today!” I heard my annoying twin sister Iris shout from downstairs. I grunted as I covered my head with a pillow and catch a few more seconds of sleep before Iris stomped up the wooden stairs and into my attic bedroom, which didn’t take too long. “GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!” She screamed at me as she yanked my blankets off. I cried out as the cool August air bit my arms.&lt;br /&gt;“I was getting up-!” I complained as I snatched the blankets from her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Liar.”&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever!”&lt;br /&gt;“Just hurry up and get dressed, we’re late enough as it is!” Iris turned away. I stuck my tongue out at her descending figure. “And don’t stick your tongue out at me!” She called out.&lt;br /&gt;“I wasn’t!” I yelled back at her. I got off the bed and slowly trudged across my colorless rug towards my makeshift closet, which was really just boxes labeled, ‘shirts’, ‘pants’, ‘socks’, ‘under garment-y stuff’ and ‘what ever else I have’. I got down on my knees and rummaged through the boxes until I found an outfit. Jeans, black tank top and a red checkered flannel shirt, my typical outfit, except today I decided that I was going to wear my blonde, almost white hair down, surprise surprise. I sighed and looked out my square 4 by 4 window. Light frost coated the outside but I could still see what a dreary and cold day today was going to be. Stupid Washington weather. I changed quickly and walked downstairs to our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s for breakfast?” I asked Danny, my older brother.&lt;br /&gt;“What do we always have Elvire?” He asked me sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh goody, oatmeal…again.” I made a face as I sat down. Danny laughed and spooned me a portion of grey, taste-less goop. I barely ate one bite when Iris rushed by me.&lt;br /&gt;“Elvire! Let’s go! Danny, can you get Steven, Alora, Jeannie and Farith up? They won’t listen to me. Elvire and I will meet you there.”&lt;br /&gt;“But…my food.” I looked at my cold plate of disgusting-ness. “Actually let’s go.” I winked at Danny as I followed Iris out the broken down door. On my way out I grabbed a pair of black converses and a plain black sweatshirt. I got into the old, grey, beat-up BMW, that had original belonged to dad, as Iris got into the drivers seat. She slammed the door hard and had to jab the key several times for it to stick in the key holder. I watched her struggle to turn the ignition as I tied my shoes. “Need help?” I asked her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah…can you turn this?” She asked, obviously frustrated. I grabbed the key and turned it. It easily turned; Iris stared disbelievingly at it as I sat back in my seat. “Thanks…” She smiled. I shrugged and put my hoodie on. There was an awkward silence as she drove to the grocery store. Iris got out, but left the keys in the car so that it would stay warm inside. She hustled inside and a few minutes later came out with a bundle of red roses. She carefully handed me the flowers as she got back in and started to drive. There was yet another awkward silence as she drove towards the Black Hill Cemetery. As we got out I noticed dark rain clouds gathering above us.&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s hurry…it’s going to rain soon.” Iris said as she scurried towards two tombstones that were identical. I walked slowly, avoiding the large areas in front of the tombstones, and markers. Don’t want to be stepping on dead bodies… I finally reached the two tombstones that my sister was kneeling at. They read, “Sarah D. Mane 1967-2010” and “Benjamin F. Mane 1963-2010”. I too kneeled down and gently placed the bundle of roses in between the stones. Iris started to cry just as Danny and our four younger siblings joined us. Danny hugged Iris as he sadly looked down. The ten year old twin boys Steven and Farith stared blankly at the roses, but seven year old Alora and  five year old Jeannie were already starting to cry. I sat back on my butt and stared at the tombstones. Memories of my parents raced through my mind, Halloween, Christmas, thanksgiving, birthdays, I felt sadness swelling in me. Thankfully Danny said he was going to leave, he never stayed long when we visited mom and dad. He placed an arm around Iris and somehow managed to gather Steven, Farith, Alora and Jeannie. He looked at me and asked if I was going to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No, not yet. I’m going to stay a little longer.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Just don’t get sick.” He looked up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t.” I nodded and smiled slightly. I watched Danny walk away, with a limp Iris leaning on him, two hyper kids and two who were still crying. I shivered as I realized how dark the sky was. The wind howled and I crossed my arms to keep some body heat. It started to rain lightly, plit plat, plit plat, plit plat. The sound echoed in my ears as I stood up. I watched the petals flatten themselves against each other. I looked up at the sky, the rain falling against my face. Silently I walked away, from the memories, from the pain, from my parents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that chapter one is up. I can talk about EVERYTHING else. Woot exciting. So Sean thinks our little asian group hates him, and uhhhh let's see. Oh and I haven't talked to Michael Cronk in a long time (known to some as Tom Cruise). Nor have I talked to Joe in a while and Tiara and well actually I have talked to Izy, Sandra, Jilly and Juliann recently. Even Connor, amazingly. However, I haven't talked to Nick Storey, or Tate Salazar, or Matt Peng, or Matt Teng, or Amy DeNinno or really....anyone, outside of my little asian group in San Diego. I talked to Laura and Taylor recently which is good. Sophmore year is so frustrating, I have to sacrifice so much :/&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to the song : Scars by Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;Very good song...very good song....I recommend it! yup kay. That's all i've got for now. Nothing exciting...oh well! Maybe I write more later...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4687146908941770807?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4687146908941770807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/everlasting-crap-loads-of-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4687146908941770807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4687146908941770807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/everlasting-crap-loads-of-homework.html' title='The Everlasting Crap Loads of Homework'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-6213492382623063296</id><published>2010-11-04T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:25:47.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Sleeping is THE Foundation of Life</title><content type='html'>For me, sleep is bliss, it's the little peace of heaven that fell from the sky. It's the bright orange life perserver floating towards me in a sea of homework, enemeies, friends, family, grades, tennis, eating, cooking, homework and studying. :) Sleep is the best! Haha, now that my rant on sleep is over, i'm going toooo talk about manga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current manga that i read is called Deadman Wonderland, Nononono, New Prince of Tennis, Mixed Vegetable, 1/2 Prince, Hatsukoi Lunch Box, and Watashi ni xx Shinasai.&lt;br /&gt;The first one is like an adventure/horror sort of thing, it's really good. BUT SHIRO FREAKING KILLED AZUMI!!!! :((( NOOOOOO! BAD SHIRO! BAD BAD BAD BAD SHIRO! AND POOR GANTA, HE CONFESSES HIS LOVE FOR SHIRO AND THEN SHE GOES AND KILLS HIS BEST FRIEND!!!! WTFFFFFF!?!?!?!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;The second and third one is a sports manga. Nononono is a ski-jumping one, it's really entertaining, and i really like it. New Prince of Tennis is the sequel to Prince of Tennis, which is about obviously tennis. However Tezuka-kun left and IM so annoyed! HE BEAT THAT GUY! WHY DID HE LEAVE!?!?!!???! AND WHEN IS RYOMA GONNA APPEAR IN THE MATCHESSSSSSSSSS????????????????????? ARG!&lt;br /&gt;The fourth and sixth one are both food related. Hatsukoi is about this girl and she (along with her guy friend) makes bento's to help people confess to the one they like. It's really good and has cute ideas as well as the recipes attached. However I like Mixed Vegetable better only because it's about pasteries and sushi! :DDD WHO DOESN'T LIKE PASTERIES!?!?!??!!  SO YUMMY LOOKINGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;The fifth one is like fantasy/adventure. 1/2 Prince is really REALLY good. I can't express it enough, the characters are so cool! And it would be SO awesome if it was REAL! JEALOUS! xDDDD LOVE TRIANGE! PRINCE, PICK GUI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;The last and final one is probably the "girliest" one. It's about this girl who is a writer. And she falls in love with this guy, however it's becoming more. . . romantic then i perfer but whatevr. The art is really good and the story line is....not bad. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to grades, I just like...idk if i failed my math test but i feel like i did not so good on it :( I'm really worried about it. :/ Math is evil enough, but to FAIL math would just....kill me off! JKJK but math is really evil! D:&lt; Chemistry, which also uses math is also evil because....chemistry is just like math equations used in science! BLECH! :( For my english essay (it has two grades, a mechanics grade and a analytical grade) it was okay. I guess if you average the whole thing it's like a C+ or B-? I'm not sure but it's not THE WORST thing I've ever gotten....yet anyway. Hopefully it won't go down any. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean is still OBSESSED with Jenny, which is really, REALLY strange. And for some reason he's getting a lot more PMS-y. Or in other words, he's becoming more like a girl then he was before. O.O (btw Sean if ur reading this....its true and you know it. So get over it) But also for some reason I'm getting pissed off at Timichi a lot. He keeps complaining about how sucky his life is. His life isn't the only one! He should just get over it and continue on, and he needs to use the dictionary more often, because I do not want to be the one who has to explain things like "Bipolar" to him. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-6213492382623063296?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/6213492382623063296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleeping-is-foundation-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6213492382623063296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6213492382623063296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleeping-is-foundation-of-life.html' title='Sleeping is THE Foundation of Life'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7295621173409692381</id><published>2010-11-03T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:21:27.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><title type='text'>The Sad Truths of Reality</title><content type='html'>Life is full of truth, some of it is happy, some of it silly and a lot of it is just plain ol' painful. Like the truth that i'm moving back to California, it may be sad or a good thing (depending on the people) but it's true. It's the truth, and there is nothing that can change it.&lt;br /&gt;From this observation there are two kinds of people, Liars and Honest people. And then there is the outliers, such as the people who deny the truth even though they know it's true.For example Teddy Liao and Cynthia Tong, who both like each other yet they both won't admit it. And Sean Yang who says he's not "obsessed" with Jenny yet he is. He hugs her backpack and wears her necklace and her key holder-thing. Teetering on obsession don't you think? I'm not saying that obsession isn't a bad...okay i'm lying. Obsession is scary and very awkward, I would know *cough Derek cough*.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on toooo....."happier" topics. GRADES! (HA not really happier, my bad). I'm not sure whether to be angry, or sad. My grades have stooped. It went from all A's in elementary school (haha hard not to) then to mostly A's and some B's and then it went to all B's and then finally it went to a combo of A's, B's and C's. Now, good thing is A's appeared in the "equation" but those C'S!!!!! I'm starting to see more of those C's! :( It's a terrible, terrible feeling. And by trying more, means limiting me to SEVERAL enjoyable things, e.g. computer, phone, TV, movies, friends and pretty much anything FUN. It's so. . . difficult.&lt;br /&gt;LIke I told Connor Mann,&lt;br /&gt;"Physically i'm okay.  Tennis is still taking up my life but i might take a break soon.........&lt;br /&gt;Socially I'm great! :D I have so many new friends and I hang out with them so much! :D I'm really happy about that...i'm so popular here (JK No not really)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life in a nutshell, as of this moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7295621173409692381?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7295621173409692381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-truths-of-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7295621173409692381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7295621173409692381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-truths-of-reality.html' title='The Sad Truths of Reality'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3745856134069351611</id><published>2010-11-01T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:19:24.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing people'/><title type='text'>The most recent stuff</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been like...what almost year since I last wrote? Amazing how time flies. In case you (whoever YOU are) are wondering, Virginia has gotten a whole heck of a lot better. I've got some pretty amazing friends, and i actually think i have about 5x more best friends here then i do back in California. It makes me sad thinking about leaving them behind. However I'm still excited to go back, just not as enthusiastic as i was before.&lt;br /&gt;I just had a halloween party on Saturday, and if i may say so myself, it was pretty good. Ha well minus the horror movies and the ever so obnoxious Daniel, and Joe. But it was really fun, I was really happy everyone had a great time and sadly, i have WAY too many open cans of beans then i should have *cough Sarah Kim cough*. I was referee and i looked pretty good, well for a girl who's too violent for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;I have short hair now, and it's annoying (because more zits) but it's nice too, its out of my face and i dont have to carry around a hair tie. Let's see uhhh oh, well now because of tennis and just everything piling on, my body has become a death trap. I swear any moment one of my arms or legs are gonna break off and i'm gonna be crippled for tennis season. My body is wearing down, i sound like an old maid, but it's true. My arms and legs are getting...i don't know, they feel so heavy sometime. And my tennis, although improving sometimes, hasn't really impressed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know if i'm being a harsh critic or maybe, tennis was cut out for me. I feel school's stress pressing me down and for the first time in a long time i feel like tennis isn't going to help me with anything. Maybe keep me fit? I feel so negative...I'M GETTING TIMOTHY-PHAM-SYNDROME (my friend in Virginia, Tim, who is usually very happy and curious and just hyper has been really depressed lately. And i'm starting to feel like it too.)&lt;br /&gt;I had my homecoming, it was fun. I had invited Joe but he couldn't come. Too bad. It was really fun, i danced and it was REALLY hot in that place. Egh...but the music was weird-!! I did NOT like the DJ, he was just....O.O haha. But dancing with Amy Judd was fun, we were like the only girls in our little asian group who were dancing, and Alex Zhao was the only boy. Haha it was really actually very memorable. I'm gonna miss VA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3745856134069351611?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3745856134069351611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-its-been-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3745856134069351611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3745856134069351611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-its-been-like.html' title='The most recent stuff'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4482092387247823454</id><published>2010-02-10T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:15:29.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><title type='text'>Experiment</title><content type='html'>So, it's been snowing for a while, I haven't had school in several days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;How long I can go without acting like myself and no one noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I act:&lt;br /&gt;Loud&lt;br /&gt;Annoying&lt;br /&gt;Smiley&lt;br /&gt;Interested&lt;br /&gt;Talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;that is how i'm not going to act until someone notices.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long this will last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4482092387247823454?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4482092387247823454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/02/experiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4482092387247823454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4482092387247823454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/02/experiment.html' title='Experiment'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3910843581192379285</id><published>2010-01-29T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:12:58.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you noticed that when I wrote on my blog I'm either extremely happy, depressed OR just like....bored?&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to name myself for all my different moods....&lt;br /&gt;Shiro-Bored&lt;br /&gt;Nana-Happy&lt;br /&gt;Nint-Depressed&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I finish i'll write one of those three names down! Okay!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what i've noticed, a lot of Virginia friends are sorta un-reliable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, Jiaxi and Mel....they both are sorta unreliable when it comes to their parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading manga, its a really cute one, called Anti-Gravity Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or something like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3910843581192379285?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3910843581192379285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3910843581192379285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3910843581192379285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4365811480108666037</id><published>2010-01-23T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:41:50.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BlogCounter Code START --&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogcounter.com/" id="bclink" title="Blog counter"&gt;&lt;span id="bccount" style="font-size:8px"&gt;Free Blog Counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://blogcounter.com/js.php?user=shiro&amp;amp;style=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogcounter.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px;" alt="Blog counter" src="http://blogcounter.com/log.php?id=shiro&amp;amp;=st=img&amp;amp;showme=y" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;!-- BlogCounter Code END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4365811480108666037?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4365811480108666037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-blog-counter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4365811480108666037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4365811480108666037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-blog-counter.html' title=''/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-8303160261184739888</id><published>2010-01-18T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:16:34.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>New Years Resolution (several days late)</title><content type='html'>1. Be honest, even if its painful&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to get everyone who hates me to "un-hate" me&lt;br /&gt;3. Get "skinnier" *glare at parents*&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop being so damn emotional&lt;br /&gt;5. Be happy&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop muttering to myself  *mutter this will be hard*&lt;br /&gt;7. Get really good at tennis (even better than before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh..there are probably more, but im too lazy to think... xD&lt;br /&gt;OOH I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;8. GET ALL A's BY THE END OF SCHOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-8303160261184739888?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8303160261184739888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution-several-days-late.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8303160261184739888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8303160261184739888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution-several-days-late.html' title='New Years Resolution (several days late)'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5196083917373834494</id><published>2010-01-18T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:36:43.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replacement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nolan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like I always write in here when I'm depressed. Hmm, that's weird.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still depressed over the same things...I still feel like I'm being replaced. I was talking with Nolan today. He was depressed, i was trying to cheer him up. He angered his friends and broke the bro's before hoe's law. So he was all sad...and I tried to cheer him up. And asked Izy to help cheer him up. So she said well tell him a perverted joke. But since I didnt know any she was like, well...Sina did tell me one. That just sparked the 'Nadia-get-depressed' flame. so in the end, i failed to cheer Nolan up, but instead probably made him feel worse, and make myself depressed. Sorry Nol Nol. I'm probably over-reacting but, hey...I'm a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5196083917373834494?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5196083917373834494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/seems-like-i-always-write-in-here-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5196083917373834494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5196083917373834494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/seems-like-i-always-write-in-here-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-8781024205425951921</id><published>2010-01-11T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:38:51.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>One crappy day</title><content type='html'>I'm such a stupid, retarded, asshole. No, i'm worse than an asshole, i'm like a f***ing b*tch! I know, that Izy and Sandra and everyone is trying to assure me that I'm not being replaced. But its still this feeling of being dragged farther and farther away from all my friends in San Diego, I used to call them (or they call me) everyday, now...I barely pick up the phone because I know its not them. I'm so dumb aren't I? I bet Ryan or Nolan don't get all fussy about this stupid, thing, but naturally I do. So what happened, Sandra's status on facebook, you know when you comment and then you get little memos saying whenever someone else comments on it. Yeah, well so Izy, Sandra and Sina were having this full on conversation about going to Korea and stalking famous Korean singers. And they know I'm there because I commented, and Sandra acknowledged me but, it was like...like....i wasn't supposed to be there, reading their comments. It's a painful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra is trying to cheer me up...its not really working...&lt;br /&gt;Its funny, when I was talking to Izy...I was telling her how she should stop with the "what if's" and to just ask the person out...while I on the other hand, hasn't even talked to the guy I like in over 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt...in my chest...my heart. When I talk to Izy, whenever she leaves, she always say "abayo" "oyasumi" and something like "daisuki". But today, after I yelled at her..do you know what she said....she said "see ya". That hurts, I know she didn't do it on purpose...she probably did it without thinking...it's just that.............i can't help it. *sigh* im a dumbass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-8781024205425951921?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8781024205425951921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-crappy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8781024205425951921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8781024205425951921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-crappy-day.html' title='One crappy day'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-8304552945018612671</id><published>2009-12-21T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:06:29.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='derek'/><title type='text'>Declaration</title><content type='html'>IM NOT GOING TO GIVE UP ON DEREK MANN. Yeah, him. The guy in San Diego, who hates my guts, things i'm annoying and is probably glad that i'm not there anymore. Well...IM NOT GOING TO GIVE UP! I'm going to keep smiling, and show him, that I am what he needs! I don't care if he starts off hating me, or anything. I will show him, how much he means to me, and how much I will strive to appear "perfect". Okay, maybe a bit of exaggeration. But I'm telling you now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I AM NOT GIVING UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll write more about life later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-8304552945018612671?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8304552945018612671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/12/declaration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8304552945018612671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8304552945018612671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/12/declaration.html' title='Declaration'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2633361347956201343</id><published>2009-12-06T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:35:06.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sirbey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='derek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>UGHHHHHHHHH! Im SO CONFUSED/PISSED</title><content type='html'>You need to control what you eat. GOD, weight is just a number...and anyway, the reason I weigh almost as much as my mom is because I HAVE MORE F***ING MUSCLE THEN HER! Jesus Christ, my parents should get off my back about being "fat". They should just leave me alone, do they want me to be as skinny as a stick? FINE! Then I won't eat breakfast or lunch! They are so annoying! UGH!......UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! IM SO PISSED OFF! I COULD SNAP SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF!!!!! LIKE NOLAN! I COULD SNAP HIS HEAD OFF! HE'S BEEN SUCH A JERK TO ME!!! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! IM SO PISSED! I should gain 100000 lb. just because! D:&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID STUPID PARENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SOOOOOOOO Pissed off! UGH! ANd I HATE READING GREAT EXPECTATIONS! HATE HATE HATE IT! &gt;:( Why do we even have to read it!?!?!?!?! Geezzzzzzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the confusing part, I realized, that the best way to get over someone is to like someone else. Gradually I'm starting to forget what Derek looks like, how he acts, everything...except for the pain that he's left me. But I think I'm moving on, YAY! The only thing is...I don't like anyone. Sirbey, hmm I might like him? I'm not sure. I'm totally over Andy, and Derek is disappearing....I think I have Sirbey to thank. But I don't think I like him....hmmm, weird. Oh well, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Ew math tomorrow, and i really have to write my paragraphs for Photography, I'll do that tomorrow...er after I work on my history essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-2633361347956201343?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2633361347956201343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ughhhhhhhhh-im-so-confusedpissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2633361347956201343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2633361347956201343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ughhhhhhhhh-im-so-confusedpissed.html' title='UGHHHHHHHHH! Im SO CONFUSED/PISSED'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-8129509986441793816</id><published>2009-12-03T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:32:29.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><title type='text'>The life and times of a boy obsessor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, as the title says...I'm a boy obsessor. Wether its liking them, being friends with them or hating them. I am HAVE to know guys. I can't survive without knowing guys. Friends in VA=Clay, Alex, James, Tyler, Spencer, Daniel, Theodore, Zhen, Ryan (maybe....iffy here), Connor (iffy again), Jay, Sirby, Joe (iffy AGAIN), err i think that's it. Hating=only John Burke, now that I am in his class, he's so loud and annoying. Ugh, now idc that he looks like Derek. He's SO ANNOYING! &gt;:l But, I might, maybe, a little, might not? like Sirby? I'm not rlly sure....cuz he's really nice and all. Then again I only see him once a week, although...I only saw Andy once a week...scratch that, i saw him twice a week. Nevermind! So I probably will end up not like Sirby...that&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SxiCCvJpamI/AAAAAAAAA3E/jD9qU7ioI1A/s1600-h/IMG_3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411217935813929570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SxiCCvJpamI/AAAAAAAAA3E/jD9qU7ioI1A/s320/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s okay. I still need to get over "Dylan". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SxiCCROjIoI/AAAAAAAAA28/Zc5MUXlrCTY/s1600-h/IMG_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411217927781425794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SxiCCROjIoI/AAAAAAAAA28/Zc5MUXlrCTY/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to get Alex and Clay and other people's pictures later. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is so-so. Could be better. But tennis....I like tennis. it is fun! OMG i forgot my racket today, so I had to make up a lie and say "its being strung". OOPLA! Oh well. xD I did pretty okay....ish...sorta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, its late....sleep time! 'Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-8129509986441793816?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8129509986441793816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-and-times-of-boy-obsessor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8129509986441793816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8129509986441793816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-and-times-of-boy-obsessor.html' title='The life and times of a boy obsessor'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SxiCCvJpamI/AAAAAAAAA3E/jD9qU7ioI1A/s72-c/IMG_3336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5053988196841600274</id><published>2009-11-29T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:27:34.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Changes, Changing and The Changed</title><content type='html'>Change, its a strange thing. &lt;strong&gt;You can change the way you look, and become from a brunette to a blonde. From a blue eyed to a brown eyed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can change the way you dress, the way you talk, and walk and dance. You can become a totally different person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All it takes is a matter of time, courage and challenge. It sounds like an advertisment. But that's what change is. You change because of someone or something. You know what I mean, you start dressing in short skirts and jersey because some guy you like likes girls who wear that. Or a girl starts disregarding her friends because she wants to be popular.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or change can be the subtle, slow strange thing that happens to you. And before you know it. You're different. You're still you, just a different one. Ugh, i hate writing this, but puberty (blech i hate the word) is a change. Or when you change schools, you changes friends. Friends are key, if you become friends with people you shouldn't...friends change who you are. What you do, what you wear. And oh my god, i'm becoming a fortune cookie! x.x&lt;br /&gt;So, news...Taylor apparently is different. I don't know, i wouldn't know. But i'm worried. Everyone is changing on me. TT_TT thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5053988196841600274?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5053988196841600274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes-changing-and-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5053988196841600274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5053988196841600274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes-changing-and-changed.html' title='Changes, Changing and The Changed'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2672731611956632280</id><published>2009-11-27T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:10:29.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='derek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nolan'/><title type='text'>Miss. Invisible (the song by Marie Digby or something like that)</title><content type='html'>Currently in Nadia's World&lt;br /&gt;The AIM chat...isn't going as planned. I realized how much this hurts more then normal. Probably because Jilly is being stubborn and isn't really getting it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...NOW she gets it. wtf...oooh did u know that ftw is the reciprocal of wtf. Ahaha....well I'm sorta depressed. GAH im turning in Derek. -.-' That's a suckish feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So my problem w/ Jilly was: she never answers her phone when i call, and she never answers my emails. So it's like she's distant...and then she goes and emails everyone how SHES feeling distant. It's kind of like....'and what about me?' sort of thing. OH well...she gets it. It's sort of like how Taylor (cottle) feels. Nolan is like that too. O.O I just realized...jilly thinks she's being selfish by not realizing how ppl feel. NOLAN IS EITHER! HA! I have a PERFECT refutting thing a ma jigger! MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Turkey day was ok...i made a profit of $25! YAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-2672731611956632280?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2672731611956632280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-invisible-song-by-marie-digby-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2672731611956632280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2672731611956632280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-invisible-song-by-marie-digby-or.html' title='Miss. Invisible (the song by Marie Digby or something like that)'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4618581199054370106</id><published>2009-11-25T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:50:20.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD DAY TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So...guess what. I'm sorta friends w/ this guy named Clay. He's SUPER FUN TO ANNOY! He's like...like....hard to describe. But he's a nice guy....sorta. =.=' Did I tell u that yesterday I talked to Ryan (yes Ryan Lee) in facebook. DID YOU KNOW IN NEW JERSEY THEY GO TO SCHOOL AT 8?!?!?! EIGHTTTTTTT! That's soo not fair. Hmph....Uhh....nothing exciting...Grandma's here! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4618581199054370106?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4618581199054370106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-day-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4618581199054370106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4618581199054370106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-day-tomorrow.html' title='FOOD DAY TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4262201232845642118</id><published>2009-11-23T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:24:48.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcfly'/><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been hurt by someone you considered a friend? And you didn't know if they are joking or not? Do you remember when the pain sort of terrorized your heart. Pulling it this way and that...Yeah, I've been hurt a lot of times like that. And then there are the times when you like someone, and they bluntly reject you, in front of you, in front of your friends and in front of THEIR friends. You can't run, because that makes you seem like a coward, but if you stay they ask questions. Either way you know. You've been turned down. I've been hurt like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's not talk about how I've been hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about what I do that makes me get hurt. Okay, so apparently, I ask really frusteratingly annoying questions. I also "stalk" people (I'm just super good at gathering information....spies aren't called stalkers, but they gather information). I also annoy them (i admit i do do this, but that's because they tease me back!) I might have missed something, but that's the general idea. Oh and apparently somewhat violent...which I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's talk about my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good, sorta boring. Thanksgiving is coming up. Grandma's coming tomorrow. i only get two lousy, st&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Swtfvq7tf9I/AAAAAAAAA20/vsi3XhYERTE/s1600/mcfly304_jpg_w300h400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407521050171637714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Swtfvq7tf9I/AAAAAAAAA20/vsi3XhYERTE/s320/mcfly304_jpg_w300h400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inkin' days off while the Scripps people get a whole freakin' week off. So I am mad at them. Sorta....a bit. Not really. DId you know I am not obsessed w/ the band McFly. Well, no...but I like their songs! :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Future advice to anyone who cares...don't get your hopes up for something that isn't worth crashing for. And guys....don't lead girls on, even if you don't know it. Try a little less to flirt...because the slightlest movement could cause a girl to fall head over heels and then realize several months later that she can't forget you. And she's clinging on to the fragil peices of happiness from the memories you shared together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that I'm homesick? And Nolan ( I don't even like him...) just hurt me bad. Im sorta depressed. OH WELL!! No one cares about him!!!!!!!!!!!! xP Except maybe his girlfriend(s) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4262201232845642118?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4262201232845642118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/heartbroken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4262201232845642118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4262201232845642118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Swtfvq7tf9I/AAAAAAAAA20/vsi3XhYERTE/s72-c/mcfly304_jpg_w300h400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7479462534126413275</id><published>2009-11-18T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:21:32.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>Test, test, test week</title><content type='html'>Lots of test, today was Science test and math test. Tuesday was history test. Tomorrow is math test. BLECH. Tyler, this one kid im my class reminds me of Tay Tay blue jay. Not because he's tall, he doesn't even LOOK like Tay Tay. He acts like him though. Really nice, and althetic and stuffies. And Jacqueline and Sammy thought Alexander was my boyfriend =.=' I don't have a boyfriend, 1. I don't like anyone here (not even Ryan....) and 2. no one would date me! So yuppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7479462534126413275?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7479462534126413275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/test-test-test-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7479462534126413275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7479462534126413275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/test-test-test-week.html' title='Test, test, test week'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-8385433025921258680</id><published>2009-11-14T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:43:06.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;tom&quot;'/><title type='text'>Fading away, no one would notice. I'm only a memory</title><content type='html'>You tell me to think happy thoughts. Of rainbows and unicorns. But it's hard to think that when you're the reason I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandra's new status message - I would notice if you faded away, because I would fade away with you too, and maybe then they'll notice how oblivious and wrong they were. You are not just a memory, you are mah fwend :D  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, just talking w/ everyone made me feel really sad  its like  im not part of their life anymore  and no matter how much i call  it wont matter  and i cant b there wen my friends need me  it makes me feel like a bad friend  and like im worthless i cant think straight  but its hurting  and im thinking  that if i stopped calling/texting/fb-ing them  then they would notice  sure maybe some  but like laura  or izy  they wouldnt notice  they only call/text wen i call first Sandra: it does matter !  it matters to me :D me: thanks  but no offense, i want more friends to care too  but it doesnt seem like anyone does which is probably true (except for Sandra)  and wen something sad happens to my friends  i want to be ther  to be able to hug them and comforthem  but i cant oh wow  im talking about nothing  im done now  its fine  thanks&lt;br /&gt; Sandra: well, part of the reason is that they never pick up their fones!!! D:&lt;  u should call moree ppl :D&lt;br /&gt;me: yea12:07 AM like who?&lt;br /&gt;Sandra: kyle, tayday, and matt h. seem to careee :D me: not rlly  if i didnt call them  they wouldnt call me&lt;br /&gt;12:08 AM Sandra: but at least they talk more on da fone and actually pick up their fones -.-''&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah&lt;br /&gt;12:09 AM Sandra: sigh, don't worry, at least there's still me that cares :D  and for the ppl that don't, then they don't deserve to b ur fwendd&lt;br /&gt;12:10 AM me: crosses everyone except sandra off the people-care-about-me list Sandra: awww&lt;br /&gt;12:11 AM me: oh well  life goes on  i dont need tons of friends Sandra: well, when u decide presents for ppl, you kno what to get for those who don't care bout u :3 (get them somethin retarded!)&lt;br /&gt;12:12 AM me: i cant  i still think im important to them&lt;br /&gt;12:14 AM im not gonna cry because nothing happens wen i cry  so  ill smile  :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why! I'm just really sad right now. Well. SMILE ON! NO CRYING ALLOWED! DAMN! These stupid tears. I'm just a memory to them. THey don't care, if i faded away. The pieces of my heart, that are carving away. They're called tears. No one can pick them up alone. But no one is willing to pick them up at all. Except one. Sandra's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tom, I'm sorry you broke up w/ Alice. I hope everything turns out okay. I'm sorry i can't help you. But if it helps, i'm here for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-8385433025921258680?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8385433025921258680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/fading-away-no-one-would-notice-im-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8385433025921258680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8385433025921258680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/fading-away-no-one-would-notice-im-only.html' title='Fading away, no one would notice. I&apos;m only a memory'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2481533944689778503</id><published>2009-11-14T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:54:19.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>This is for Thursday Nov. 12 and Yesterday Nov. 13</title><content type='html'>Nov. 12: I talked w/ the new kid, Ryan? For a bit. Found out his name is Lee. But he looks anything BUT Asian so. It's kinda weird. Oou of three games, my team only won one game! TT_TT JUST ONE! It's so sad! I got 100% on my science quiz! YAY! ^^ And then I did really well on my French Speaking thingy with Alexander! YAY!!!! But I had to yell at Connor (he STOLE MY SILVER SHARPIE! &gt;:( ). Then we (my history group) did our presentation. I had to yell at the class to shut up. D:&lt; and we only got a half of it done =.=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to tennis. It was super fun! I talked to Sara and Nikita, but since they aren't on my court I didn't talk to them much. So i ended up talking with Joe and Jay and the other guy...and yeah. I just pretty much talked to the guys on my court. And then at the end, I was trying to get in front of Jay. So we had this competition about who gets out the door faster. I won! :] I just barely cut in front of Jay! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH! Oh and I had a weird dream with Andy. I can't get him out of my mind now! It's really weird. .............................. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov. 13 FRIDAY THE 13. Which actually isn't that bad. Nothing bad happened, except for i did only 1/2 of my homework, and the half that I didn't do, she collected. == But other than that...nothing really bad happened. Umm, OH i did a lot of tracing. I'm super happy! Most of the s&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Sv8Km45AeWI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7QYUOwF_SP4/s1600-h/aozora_pop_v01_ch04_enchantment_scans_aozora_pop_v01_ch04_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404049741090683234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Sv8Km45AeWI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7QYUOwF_SP4/s320/aozora_pop_v01_ch04_enchantment_scans_aozora_pop_v01_ch04_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tuff I traced was manga so...lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, I traced this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-2481533944689778503?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2481533944689778503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-for-thursday-nov-12-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2481533944689778503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2481533944689778503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-for-thursday-nov-12-and.html' title='This is for Thursday Nov. 12 and Yesterday Nov. 13'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Sv8Km45AeWI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7QYUOwF_SP4/s72-c/aozora_pop_v01_ch04_enchantment_scans_aozora_pop_v01_ch04_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5077177697132707876</id><published>2009-11-08T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:30:59.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nolan'/><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiya! It's been a while. Sorry, a lot of tennis and homework. Ugh, homework. I hate hate hate hate hate hate homework! TT_TT Obvioulsly I haven't been able to get on that much, so I'm sorry! LoL, there is a new kid in my PE class, his name is Ryan. He's kinda cute &gt;///&lt; He kinda looks like Nolan, but not....Oh well...Oh and this picture is super hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Svb-I0LQcyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/uy84o3WlEcw/s1600-h/anime132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401784230475756322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Svb-I0LQcyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/uy84o3WlEcw/s200/anime132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ummm, yeah, I don't know what else to say! Oh! McLean beat Langley! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5077177697132707876?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5077177697132707876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5077177697132707876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5077177697132707876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Svb-I0LQcyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/uy84o3WlEcw/s72-c/anime132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1927722959856521258</id><published>2009-11-01T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:51:25.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, and other days that wasnt recorded</title><content type='html'>Halloween was soo fun! I went to Nivetha's house, and like, 5 people not including me were there. It was fun! I'm too lazy to put details. Sorry. But we watched a scary movie and I freaked out. I hate hate hate hate hate scary movies! TT_TT and uhhhh, oh...im still trying to forget u-know-who. But its not working out. So....i dont know what to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1927722959856521258?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1927722959856521258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-and-other-days-that-wasnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1927722959856521258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1927722959856521258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-and-other-days-that-wasnt.html' title='Halloween, and other days that wasnt recorded'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1717870542315256261</id><published>2009-10-29T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:08:01.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><title type='text'>Give me a T-E-N-N-I....wait...what?</title><content type='html'>So...let's see. Nothing new really, I took part uno (that means ONE in spanish) of the history quiz. I played tennis in PE, and lost a game because i double faulted. Uhh...errmmm....Oh, this saturday is halloween, what are you gonna be? I'm gonna be a magicain, I'll post a picture. And I'm going to my friends Halloween party, apparently we're watching scary movies. So i'm gonna b freaked out for the rest of my life, and I'm gonna be screaming like a little girl when i see those movies. Then again, i do kinda look like a little girl.... =.=' Odyssey quiz tomorrow. Wish me luck!! Tennis today was fun, I got complimented like a billion times. It was weird, and kinda unusual! xD Umm, OOH i dont know if Sara is reading this...but HI SARA! she's is from, Australia. With the kangaroos and the koala's and and...yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1717870542315256261?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1717870542315256261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-t-e-n-n-iwaitwhat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1717870542315256261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1717870542315256261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-t-e-n-n-iwaitwhat.html' title='Give me a T-E-N-N-I....wait...what?'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-9146564021779056737</id><published>2009-10-27T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:00:40.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thibo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clone'/><title type='text'>OMG ANOTHER CLONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SueW9NXIjvI/AAAAAAAAA18/ZGJorWd3KaY/s1600-h/thibo+bagnol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397448656729706226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SueW9NXIjvI/AAAAAAAAA18/ZGJorWd3KaY/s200/thibo+bagnol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 those who know Thibo Bagnol...OMG I FOUND HIS FREAKIN' CLONE HERE IN VA!!!!!!!! His name is Alex, and he play tennis....SUPER DUPER WELL! Except I can beat him in my serves! HA! And....uhh, yeah he's the thibo identical! TT_TT its soo weird! For those who don't know who Thibo is... he looks like this ----------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so pretty much, the Thibo clone (Alex) looks like -----------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm, I had a pop quiz in French and Science, two major English and History tests. And uhhh...I finished the Odyssey! YAYYYYY! UGH! I have to spend Highlander time with...the she-devil! TT_TT (aka Ms. Freeman!). Oh and lets see....uhh....hmm...errr....it was raining today! And uhh....emmmm....hm, yeah, that's about it really....HAVE A GOOD.....TOMORROW! :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-9146564021779056737?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/9146564021779056737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-another-clone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/9146564021779056737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/9146564021779056737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-another-clone.html' title='OMG ANOTHER CLONE!'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SueW9NXIjvI/AAAAAAAAA18/ZGJorWd3KaY/s72-c/thibo+bagnol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1613227011354200329</id><published>2009-10-26T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:19:31.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>It's all about smiles :]</title><content type='html'>SMILE! Smile everyday, all the time, even in the shower! You look ugly when you frown, and I don't even know youuuu! If something's wrong, smile...someone'll see your pain. Don't let people see you cry, SMILE LIKE THE WORLD WILL END!&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I want to say today. So yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1613227011354200329?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1613227011354200329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-about-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1613227011354200329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1613227011354200329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-about-smiles.html' title='It&apos;s all about smiles :]'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7382836054812286034</id><published>2009-10-24T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:25:09.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacqueline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nivetha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandra'/><title type='text'>DC Friend Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...I've been talking about all these people, Nivetha, Sammy, Alexandra. But you don't know what they look like! SOOOO..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNPOhQ0I3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/55x7x7cC77A/s1600-h/1006090709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396243889385644914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNPOhQ0I3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/55x7x7cC77A/s200/1006090709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.PICTURE! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396243903954984050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 12px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNPPXianHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/TLvzDzNR48U/s200/1001091414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNPOdGboJI/AAAAAAAAA1E/QfUdSOENoFI/s1600-h/1006090709a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396243888268353682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNPOdGboJI/AAAAAAAAA1E/QfUdSOENoFI/s200/1006090709a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So far left is Nivetha, t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNUQPbHRdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/PaA_J0rxA-o/s1600-h/0923091413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396249416514880978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNUQPbHRdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/PaA_J0rxA-o/s200/0923091413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hen Jacqueline, and then Alexandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNUQkVIZPI/AAAAAAAAA10/XaBsvqWq2Ww/s1600-h/1014091111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is Savira (or RaRa or WaWa) and then Shannon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNUQRwK8kI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Jdu1h7yx6pA/s1600-h/1001091414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396249417140073026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNUQRwK8kI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Jdu1h7yx6pA/s200/1001091414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNUQkVIZPI/AAAAAAAAA10/XaBsvqWq2Ww/s1600-h/1014091111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396249422126933234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNUQkVIZPI/AAAAAAAAA10/XaBsvqWq2Ww/s200/1014091111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a picture of Sammy.....hmm idk where it went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7382836054812286034?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7382836054812286034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/dc-friend-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7382836054812286034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7382836054812286034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/dc-friend-pictures.html' title='DC Friend Pictures'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNPOhQ0I3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/55x7x7cC77A/s72-c/1006090709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-6342520972954052837</id><published>2009-10-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:00:32.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iceskating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynthia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandra'/><title type='text'>How a Good Day turned Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So...as my title so correctly states 'How a good day turned bad'. So lets start off with the good. Alexandra, Mel (short of Melinda), Cynthia (different Cynthia) Below&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396243312667030690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNOs80YdKI/AAAAAAAAA00/ZnQx_ADWrv0/s200/1024091310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and I went ICE SKATING! ICE SKATING! ISN'T THAT LIKE THE MOST COOLEST THING EVER??? Yes *nods* i know it is. So I went ice skating from 12-1:48. Which isn't a lot of time. But I remembered how to do some of the spins and tricks that I learned! :] So then my mom came, and wanted to watch me skate a bit. So I showed her for like 5 minutes. Then the Zamboni came out. And my mom wanted to go. But I didn't want too. So she got all pissy and after the Zamboni left I skated for like 5 more minutes. Then my mom MADE me go. So I'm in a pissy mood. THe only reason she made me leave was because of the tutor. But the tutor hasn't even come yet. And it's like 2:43!!!!! I could've skated for another HOUR! &gt;:( So now I'm home, I'm giving my mom the silent treatment. And I'm still really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also tired. And I have to write an essay and study for a test. &gt;:( FML! Right now at least that's what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow, me, Sheny, Sammy, Nivetha, Theodore, and some of Theodore's friends are gonna play tennis. If it doesn't rain, pleaseeee don't let it rain! *prays to God* So yeah, that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-6342520972954052837?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/6342520972954052837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-good-day-turned-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6342520972954052837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6342520972954052837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-good-day-turned-bad.html' title='How a Good Day turned Bad'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SuNOs80YdKI/AAAAAAAAA00/ZnQx_ADWrv0/s72-c/1024091310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-6220688404548289110</id><published>2009-10-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:26:02.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>The brush with DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I did not literally have a brush with death. But my science project...I failed. TT_TT SAMAN GOT THE FREAKIN WRONG INFOOO! And I'm not just blaming her (i realy am). She just made a mistake (A HUGE ONE!). And apparently im supposed to go to math class during highlander time. Like hell i'm gonna do that. PLUS, i kinda...sorta....forgot =.=' It's not my fault I have a brain fart A LOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tennis was okay today...omg I miss my tennis friends in San Diego SOOOOOO FREAKIN MUCH! I miss Andy Kuharski, and Nick Storey, and Maggie LaCosta, and Tiara Cabrera, and Tate Salizar, and Kevin Salizar, and Gabe (ROCKET SHIRT!!!!) and Steven (BUBBLE!!!). Omg I really miss them...every single one of them! TT_TT I really want to run a&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/St_Be1d5QFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/zJQl7tC3NT8/s1600-h/blah+blah!+296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243614105845842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/St_Be1d5QFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/zJQl7tC3NT8/s320/blah+blah!+296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;way back to San Diego. But it really sucks because Andy still hates me. Why do you still hate me Andy??? WHY!!??!?! EVEN DEREK SAID I DUNNO! ANDYYYYY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Just so u can see the boy who is causing me misery.... that's him right -----------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See....and he's sorta cute too. &gt;///////&lt;&gt;.&gt;        &lt;.&lt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I am quoting my dad "I feel like shit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's true. I do feel like $h!t. It's because I miss San Diego. I can't help it, I'm distracted! My friends will always be #1 priority in my life (after family of course). If they're somewhere I'm not, it's only natural that I miss them. TT_TT WHY DID I HAVE TO MOVEEEE??? WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;*falls on to knees dramatically and starts weeping fake tears* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*crowd claps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Chibi Nadia bows and gets flowers thrown at her*&lt;br /&gt;*Chibi Dylan walks chibi Nadia off stage*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cd: Good job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cn: thank you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*chibi friends all congratulate chibi nadia and they all go out to eat yummy food, A HUGE FEAST FOR NO REASON!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-6220688404548289110?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/6220688404548289110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/brush-with-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6220688404548289110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6220688404548289110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/brush-with-death.html' title='The brush with DEATH'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/St_Be1d5QFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/zJQl7tC3NT8/s72-c/blah+blah!+296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-8290628946529624645</id><published>2009-10-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:31:13.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*idontknowif ilikeherbecausesheiskindarude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>The big doo-doo</title><content type='html'>Oh crappo-mappo-sappo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So Saman* is my parnter for this quarterly project that we have to do in Science. And she was the one who does all the talking and crap. And I just stand there and do the visuals. But then...SHE GOT SICK! SO NOW I HAVE TO DO IT ALLLL BY MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!TT_TT I didn't even learn the crap. WAHHHHHHHH! Save me! TT_TT I hate talking in front of people! HATE HATE HATE IT!!!!! Oh no...I'm going to go into Cardiac arrest. Maybe if I get SUPER sick in P.E. then I don't have to present! :] *prays to God* Pleaseeeeee don't make me present by myself. I didn't even learn the stuff! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I don't even know stuff about the Mitochondria!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x.X&lt;br /&gt;If I don't post tomorrow it's because I died! Deep breaths aren't working! WHY AREN'T DEEP BREATHS WORKING????? *has heart attack*&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now! :]&lt;br /&gt;Tennis was fine, and math was still terrible. But what else is new? Hmm....well that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm very suprised of the number of people who actually read my blog! HI people! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Azn Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-8290628946529624645?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8290628946529624645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-doo-doo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8290628946529624645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8290628946529624645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-doo-doo.html' title='The big doo-doo'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-350017575136678135</id><published>2009-10-19T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:23:01.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><title type='text'>Home, Home on the Rang...... in Virginiaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/St0CvO9cBHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AdAxTry2ESg/s1600-h/P6240664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394470939152614514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/St0CvO9cBHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AdAxTry2ESg/s200/P6240664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to those who worried about me because of my previous blog post-y thing-y. I am mucholy better minus the lack of sleep. My foot is better! =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Uhh, lets see. Everything else is okay now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again people who worried about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine now. Doesn't that picture make you LAUGH? I always do when I see this. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-350017575136678135?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/350017575136678135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-home-on-rang-in-virginiaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/350017575136678135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/350017575136678135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-home-on-rang-in-virginiaaaa.html' title='Home, Home on the Rang...... in Virginiaaaa'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/St0CvO9cBHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AdAxTry2ESg/s72-c/P6240664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-8949063531982259051</id><published>2009-10-18T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:41:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Happy San Diego Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu6-9DoRxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dTCyttiydrE/s1600-h/img_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394110569410742034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu6-9DoRxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dTCyttiydrE/s200/img_0853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu6_iPuhbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VUsjSzcHiRs/s1600-h/blah+blah!+320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394110579393594802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu6_iPuhbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/VUsjSzcHiRs/s200/blah+blah!+320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu1hCMlb2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/zoX5nPirgNI/s1600-h/GROUP_PICTURE_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104557836267362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu1hCMlb2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/zoX5nPirgNI/s200/GROUP_PICTURE_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104539986012114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu1f_swJ9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/SYodBh43Se8/s200/2009March+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu1eYeyC1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/Lhx-TkLuDjA/s1600-h/ect5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104512278563666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu1eYeyC1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/Lhx-TkLuDjA/s200/ect5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu1gYEkQqI/AAAAAAAAAz8/XYxfODTuhdw/s1600-h/Bala+balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104546528346786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu1gYEkQqI/AAAAAAAAAz8/XYxfODTuhdw/s200/Bala+balance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div&gt;And sorry to those who 1. Worry about me 2. Feel useless when they read this and 3. Feel this blog is emo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-8949063531982259051?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/8949063531982259051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-happy-san-diego-memories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8949063531982259051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/8949063531982259051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-happy-san-diego-memories.html' title='Some Happy San Diego Memories'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/Stu6-9DoRxI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dTCyttiydrE/s72-c/img_0853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4823624067195788030</id><published>2009-10-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:41:20.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dylan *wink wink Sandra*'/><title type='text'>Day of Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was tired&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I was happy&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm pissed off and slightly frusterated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* So I did the P.E. quiz, but I thought I turned it in, but it turned out I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to email Ms. Hardman, but it didn't work. And I'm afraid that she'll make me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the Day: What is wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've moved, I have had these weird things called "Depressed Moments". I become &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/StunPX_9xMI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Nmq7BOZZxsY/s1600-h/1800011145_0592e5d5af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394088861288481986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/StunPX_9xMI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Nmq7BOZZxsY/s200/1800011145_0592e5d5af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;depressed for a certain amount of time. It's like all the the happiness in my life become dull and nothing is important anymore. Whether its homework or friends, food or books. Some reasons I believe is homework (aka Highschool), maybe another reason is Dylan. Another reason STILL is possibly...no...probably I'm missing Scripps Ranch. I feel like life it's self isn't as fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Alexandra, and Sammy and everyone is nice. But I'm just not that close to them. I haven't heard from Sandra is several days and Laura never calls (and when I call her she doesnt pick up). I don't even think Nolan feels what I'm feeling. He's moved around so much, he's used to it&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/StumG0lGyuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/4LRu7LEl9aI/s1600-h/crying-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394087614830004962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/StumG0lGyuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/4LRu7LEl9aI/s320/crying-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I...I miss San Diego. I really want to go back...Even if, I have to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;Now my internet isn't doing so great. I'm trying to listen to happy music, but...it just reminds me of Scripps. I'm probably really pathetic. I KNOW I'm really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great...I'm just making myself feel worse, ahaha &lt;-(forced laughing ) Maybe I'll just listen to sad music. It fits my mood better anyway. None of my friends even read this, why do I even bother writing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY ISNT IT RAINING?????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4823624067195788030?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4823624067195788030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4823624067195788030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4823624067195788030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-mixed-feelings.html' title='Day of Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/StunPX_9xMI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Nmq7BOZZxsY/s72-c/1800011145_0592e5d5af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1427893894710533199</id><published>2009-10-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:28:02.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting someone is trying to remember someone you never met</title><content type='html'>(/.¯.\)&lt;br /&gt;(_♥_)&lt;br /&gt;Omg, isn't this the cutest? I slept for 14 hours last night! :) Sleeping is nice....*goes into daydream mode*&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I thought of something...if I lived in a parallel universe I would be in San Diego right now, like instead of me moving here, I would move to San Diego. Uhh...this is kinda hard to explain. I spent 13 3/4 years in San Diego, but in a parallel universe I would've spent 13 3/4 years in Virginia. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, if I went to Longfellow (it's the middle school name that MOST of the freshmen went to) and I was in John Burke's class, would I like Derek Mann when I moved to San Diego? Their personalities are soo different, but they look SOOO SIMILAR! I can NOT get over that. It scares/amazes me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know why I'm talking about these two people....GAH!&lt;br /&gt;My attempt to forget someone is really failing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1427893894710533199?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1427893894710533199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgetting-someone-is-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1427893894710533199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1427893894710533199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgetting-someone-is-trying-to.html' title='Forgetting someone is trying to remember someone you never met'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4145187680486945302</id><published>2009-10-14T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:30:26.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=0910141919377782&amp;amp;a=1&amp;amp;"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=0910141919377782&amp;amp;a=1&amp;amp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, TAKE THIS QUIZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4145187680486945302?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4145187680486945302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4145187680486945302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4145187680486945302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-34828236177495199</id><published>2009-10-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:29:32.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dylan *wink wink Sandra*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azn c0nspiracee'/><title type='text'>A trip down memory lane~</title><content type='html'>Soo...we went to school, took a test that lasted 4 hours, and then went home. I had a lot of time to kill (and i didn't want to do homework! &gt;.&lt;) So I looked at Juliann's old website... &lt;a href="http://ijirolyrix.110mb.com/"&gt;http://ijirolyrix.110mb.com/&lt;/a&gt; Well, it's not really O_L_D but she doesn't use it anymore. It has the funniest $h!t in it! Oh my god. Read it...read it ALL!!!!!! So then of course I look at Sandra's website &lt;a href="http://fuzzfuzz.110mb.com/"&gt;http://fuzzfuzz.110mb.com/&lt;/a&gt; which she hasn't used since March. MARCH! lol and then I looked at Izy's...she had soo much stuff on it, but then she just stopped using it....around the same time as Sandra...March &lt;a href="http://br0k3n-smil3s.110mb.com/"&gt;http://br0k3n-smil3s.110mb.com/&lt;/a&gt; And then of course how could I forget....our wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.azn-c0nspiracee.110mb.com/"&gt;http://www.azn-c0nspiracee.110mb.com/&lt;/a&gt; Our azn conspiracee website, that we discontinued after the youtube thing..with Kaylyn's mom...and getting in trouble. And yeah, not pleasant.... =.=' Then of course Izy and I...the little devils we are did some "harmless" music pranks on people... :] Including Tay Tay Blue Jay (taylor Cottle) &lt;a href="http://s281.photobucket.com/albums/kk219/death_dealr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Musicpranktaylor.flv"&gt;http://s281.photobucket.com/albums/kk219/death_dealr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Musicpranktaylor.flv&lt;/a&gt; And...also Matt Peng...hehe &lt;a href="http://s281.photobucket.com/albums/kk219/death_dealr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Musicprankmatt.flv"&gt;http://s281.photobucket.com/albums/kk219/death_dealr/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Musicprankmatt.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just LOVE their faces???? I DOOOoOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love noodle&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself&lt;br /&gt;Noodle love you! - Sandra/Juliann (this quote is always soo weird...but I love it!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Do you remember....well probably not since it's not YOUR memory! But...i remember when Andy Kuharski didn't hate me...we would tease each other. One time, Andy was making fun of Issac and I laughed so hard I couldn't hit the ball. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Then Derek Mann, when he didn't hate me either, we'd pass note to each other. And have a good time (shockers!) Near the end of this year, I had to present my project to the class (english), Derek actually....encouraged me! O.O He said "You can do it, it's not that hard." I was like..."rewind WHAT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, the only reason I chose those two is because they hate me now. So...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE THIS VIDEOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbFr_fUdRLI&amp;amp;feature=sub"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbFr_fUdRLI&amp;amp;feature=sub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to choose songs for people...&lt;br /&gt;Izy: Sorry, Sorry, Sorry by Super Juniors&lt;br /&gt;Sandra: Best Friend by Toy-Box&lt;br /&gt;Jillian: Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra: Bubbly by Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: Decode by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Over You by Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;Juliann: Like Whoa by Aly and Aj&lt;br /&gt;Laura: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Cottle: She is Love by Parachute ( i like the lyrics...it really has nothing to do w/ taytay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-34828236177495199?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/34828236177495199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/34828236177495199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/34828236177495199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A trip down memory lane~'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1191746296026080973</id><published>2009-10-12T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:04:12.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandra'/><title type='text'>Mutli-tasking takes SKILLS</title><content type='html'>I have skills, oh yes I do! Shut up, You KNOW I have skills. YOU KNOW IT! DONT DENY IT! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA yes I have skills of a multi-tasker. I can re-write an english essay while reading manga, and listening to music. I can answer email while watching a movie, and writing a letter. I can do my homework while watching a movie, reading manga, and talking with my friends on the internet. THAT IS HOW SKILLED I AM! Can YOU do that? I don't THINK so!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! yeah, I'm crazy. DEAL WITH IT! xD I'm REALLY bored right now! As you can see! So guess what...HI!!!!!!!! Lol, did you think I was gonna write Boo? I actually was, but I didn't! I'm gonna go play volleyball with Sammy, Alexandra and some other people. It's gonna be AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :] Anyway....that's it for now! Byeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm backkk...guess what....I stepped on an acorn and it went into my foot. So i had to spend 2 hrs at the ER! It hurt like a mother fudge cookie! And other than that, volleyball/tennis was SUPER FUN! other than the acorn thing! ahahahaha well yeah, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1191746296026080973?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1191746296026080973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/mutli-tasking-takes-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1191746296026080973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1191746296026080973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/mutli-tasking-takes-skills.html' title='Mutli-tasking takes SKILLS'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3588449465893023277</id><published>2009-10-11T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:10:04.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freddie highmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='derek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nolan'/><title type='text'>BOO! I'm a ghosttt</title><content type='html'>So, I had a website BEFORE this blog. And I just re-read some of my posts. So I thought it might be good if I put them here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;June 21: I just moved to Virginia. I miss all my friends already! Because...I JUST DO! Haha, its almost 5 in the morning here! OOPLAH (sorry Dra Dra for stealing ur word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;June 25: Haven't worked on my website for a while! GOMEN! Haha I still use a little bit of Japanese in my words! Oh well, just went to DC to have dinner with my cousin. Didn't wake up till 5 in the afternoon, went to bed at 3 in the morning...oops &gt;//////&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;July 4: Happy 4TH OF JULY!!!!!!! WOOT! I saw WTFJULIANN-something-something-something. Its an awesome website! More awesome then mine...*Shockers* not like I care. But yeah! Went to a tennis camp, ugh spent....uhhh *thinks REALLY HARD (3x4=12 + 2x8= 28!!!) 28 hours this week of tennis! Im so sore! BLAH!!! Parents are trying to get me to have tennis lessons with a coach I HATE. Ugh! I do NOT LIKE HIM! HE IS EVIL! Made 3 friends but didnt get their number..*glare at Mike* MIKE WAS SUPPOSED TO GIVE HIS SISTER MY NUMBER BUT HE MUST'VE FORGOTTEN!!!!!!!! *note to self, dont trust guys until they seem 100% trustworth* Had the weirdest dream that everyone I knew was at a tennis clinic back in San Diego...weird right!? Uhh, speaking of San Diego....I'm gonna visit there August 3-7! And i'm going to thur. AND fri. clinic so BE PREPARED!!! BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;July 7: I'm pissed. My dad is a jerk. So my parents want me to do summer camps to keep me busy. I want to do an ice-skating camp, the first thing my dad says is No, I don't wanna waste more money! WTF!? Wat the hell is wrong with Ice-Skating! I thought you just wanted me out of the house! wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf! Also today my mom is MAKING me do a 2 week math tutoring thing. So I had to do an assement test. SHE NEVER EVEN TOLD ME ABOUT THIS TUTORING THING! BBBLLLLAHHHH!!!!!!! What is wrong w/ my life!?! WAT IS WRONG W/ IT!?!?!??!?!??! UUGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! So I'm overly pissed off...luckily I calmed down because I got curry, traced 9 pictures (most from Ouran HSHC and 1 from Shugo Chara) and I watched 4 movies. So I'm still made and slightly depressed because...1. I'm living in Virginia with no friends 2. I'm heartbroken 3. I'm being forced to do things I don't want to do, and then rejected for things i want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;July 22: Its like 1 in the morning but....Hiya! I know its been a while since I've written. Not like people look at this page. But uhh yeah. I've been doing a lot of tennis camps. Their fun and all but I've been doing them almost every week since I got here! X.x The math tutoring person isn't that bad, he smokes crack and kind of smells bad but other than that he's alright. I've had the weirdest sleep schedule. Its like fall asleep at 1 am and then wake up at like 11 am. Its very strange, luckily this tennis camp starts at 3 pm. I've watched a lot of movies, but most of them are repeats. I've been sending letter out every couple of weeks. Last week I sent out one to Andy, Laura, Sandra, Connor and Derek. It was Connor and Derek's birthday on the 12th so HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS! I got a letter two days ago from Derek. He says thanks and all that stuff. I don't expect anything from Andy because...he's Andy. I know Laura and Sandra are sending stuff. I'm sending out one letter today and hopefully one letter tomorrow. JILLY, NATASHA be prepared!!! BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough* HAHAHA There's a lot of people who remind me of people in San Diego, its somewhat depressing but also nice at the same time. One kid looks like FREDDIE HIGHMORE! XD XD XD XD XD XD XD haha yeah, I'm still obsessed just...not as much! I miss everyone so I hope you have a great summer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;July 24: two days till My birthday. Last day of tennis camp. Yesterday was the last day of math tutor. XD I really think I got better in my tennis...then again I am playing like....4x5=20+3x5=35+3x5=50...I played 50 hours of tennis so far. It doesn't seem a lot, considering its a little bit more than two full 24 hour days...*sigh* and I was so proud of myself! Oh well, Taylor is planning a get together for me. Not like he has too but I mean, its really nice of him. Because I can't really arrange it..being over here. I tried with Sandra, Natasha, Jilly and Alec....2 out of the 4 came =.='Anyway, i'll write more later, oh and i have this like....scab on my chin..idk how it got there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;July 29: Its officially 3 days since my birthday. It was fun...Harry Potter 6; Half Blood Prince, then two book stores (5 books, 1 movie and 3 CD's). Then there was pizza and cake. The cake is like Mousse..its ok :] I'm doing the tennis camp from last week. Same people..Tazz was there...2 bad he's only an 11 year old. He reminds me of Freddie and Derek put together...lol!! There's a girl who kinda reminds me of Andy Kuharskblah! xD...me and Izy did another CC it was really fun! I'm glad we did!! Today I went to an ABBA concert. Not a REAL one but very close impersonations...I SPELLED THAT WRONG!! OOPS! WAIT! NO I DIDNT!!! xD anyway thats it...I'm tired so...yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;August 1: Nolan's birthday was yesterday, nothing new about that. Uhh I'm leaving for San Diego tomorrow. And I'm downloading all my musics into my ipod. Oh and Alec and I are still close, whichi is suprising! xD oh and I'm really tired so i'm gonna stop now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...that's about it! It's not much, but it's okay I guess. I miss my San Diego friends...ILY all!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3588449465893023277?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3588449465893023277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-im-ghosttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3588449465893023277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3588449465893023277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-im-ghosttt.html' title='BOO! I&apos;m a ghosttt'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7052578924651548347</id><published>2009-10-11T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:41:25.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dylan *wink wink Sandra*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Time...3:36 AM</title><content type='html'>Bored, Can't sleep. Promised I was, but can't. Probably cuz I want to annoy the hell out of Saman! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH &gt;:) She's soo &lt;em&gt;blahhhhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!! I read, 3 mangas...and one quizilla story. One of the manga's made my heart hurt, NO JOKE! I SWEAR TO GOD! Oh and the Quizilla story had a person name John (reminded me of John Burke, who reminds me of "Dylan") DAMN IT I MISS DYLAN! Oh and the story also had someone named Derek. So I thought it was kind of funny. Hmmm, oh and Friday, Jina (Korean friend who's in my photography class) said that John Burke looks like Dylan. And I was like, I KNOW RIGHT????? She knows what Dylan looks like is because...I kinda have a picture on my phone.... :D I'm still hopelessly in love with him. I can't help it! &gt;///////&lt; Watashi-wa Dylan suuki! I think I spelled that right...idk xD Okay, bed time! night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7052578924651548347?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7052578924651548347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/time336-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7052578924651548347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7052578924651548347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/time336-am.html' title='Time...3:36 AM'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7625568986083994177</id><published>2009-10-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:05:10.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandra'/><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, math test. Wish me luck! I think I know the crap, but....*panic attack*&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, OH im hanging out with Alexandra, her brother (her brother's friends) and Alexander. Sammy might goo! xD So, Im making brownies. Ummm, lets see....English ish okay, I have a sorta new friend, behind me, Korean named Alice? I think. Erm, I still hate math. OOOH But i have glow in the dark nail polish!!!!!!!! :] Uhhh lets see what else. OH tennis was fun today, Nikita, Sarah and I  were like the only ones laughing though...=.-' OMG, the Derek clone sits behind me now in History! &gt;:(((((((((( John Burke...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Ummm that's really all. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7625568986083994177?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7625568986083994177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-me-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7625568986083994177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7625568986083994177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-306886751227748554</id><published>2009-10-07T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:32:22.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*fluck my stupid retarded dumb-ass of a nothing life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>An Official Crap Day</title><content type='html'>Today is officially crap-y. For one, I misspelled POSEIDON on my english test. Darn...Then it turns out I have a D in math. DAMN.... and my whold body hurts for no reason. FML! NO JOKE! On top of that, I'm just about to get yelled at by my parents. AND I'm probably going to be banned from my computer. *sigh* I hate my life. It's like what Siena said, "If I kill myself, no one would care."&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE I HAVE A D!!!!!! OH I KNOW FREAKIN WHY! ITS BECAUSE MY DUMB @$$ TEACHER ONLY COLLECTED TWO DAYS OF HOMEWORK AND I TOTALLY FLUCKED UP THE TEST! I HATE MY FLUCKING TEACHER! MY LIFE SUCKS OFFICIALLY!  I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MCLEAN HIGHSCHOOL!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFFICIALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people in it, I don't mind. BUT THE FLUCKING SCHOOL ITSELF! I HATE IT! D:&lt; These are one of these days where self-torture (not cutting myselfs you dumbwits) is good. But I just can't handle this anymore. OH and did you know yesterday. Sandra, Laura, Iman and Desiree were all hanging out, and I called Sandra (not knowing) and Laura said "We don't want to talk to you." And I was like "Ok?" And she said "You're jealous." I couldn't believe she said that. DO you know how bad that hurt. I WAS jealous, and I was hurt. And then today didn't get any better. FML, FMSRD-AOANL*!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day: Why am I so stupid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-306886751227748554?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/306886751227748554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/official-crap-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/306886751227748554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/306886751227748554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/official-crap-day.html' title='An Official Crap Day'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3020488071962960890</id><published>2009-10-06T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:37:51.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='der der'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wicca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john'/><title type='text'>Blog Post # 34 O.O wowza</title><content type='html'>John Burke, that's the Der Der look-alike. No its like his FREAKIN CLONE (but opposite personality!!)&lt;br /&gt;Btw...does anyone know what a Wiccan is? My friend Diana is a Wiccan. Plus I was watching Scooby Doo and the Witch's Curse and they were talking about Wiccans. Wicca is like a religion where they practice their "worship" using spells. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But they DONT worship the Devil like people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don't really know. That's what Diana says....Well, whatever. Oh and she says "Blessed Be" which is apparently something like "Amen". *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;OH THAT DAMN DEREK MANN (limp: les, li lill like lim la little lit. Li lont leven low lhy!!! TT_TT Li lust lo! Lo li lecided lhat li lill lat least lake lan leffort!) he said he'd check his email! THAT STUPID STUPID BOY! He either 1. lied to Juliann or 2. Forgot. TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question of the Day: Why does love hurt so much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3020488071962960890?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3020488071962960890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post-34-oo-wowza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3020488071962960890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3020488071962960890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post-34-oo-wowza.html' title='Blog Post # 34 O.O wowza'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5492012522818773997</id><published>2009-10-03T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:42:33.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynthia'/><title type='text'>For guys, promises are like a piece of paper, easily written down and easily torn up</title><content type='html'>GAH! STUPID CONNOR! I AM GOING TO RIP HIS HEAD OFF! I WANT MY PICTURE! STUPID CONNOR DAVID MANN! Just you wait...when i come back, the first thing I'm going to do i slap you silly! &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on the good side I'm going to get blue highlights!!!! AND I'm going to Sammy's birthday party! I'll probably give her a gift card. It's not much, but it's better than nothing! :]&lt;br /&gt;Today was like a Korean Memorial day. It's when you respect the spirits of your relatives. IT's very interesting! There's all this food and candles, and...and...incense!&lt;br /&gt;uhh yeah that's about it...still sick! x.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra called me...I'm happy she did. We talked for a bit. Then she had to go, so yeah...I did my homework and talked to Alexander a bit. then Cynthia called me. She was crying on the phone. I felt so bad because I couldn't help her. I couldn't be there to talk to her and to comfort her. I just sat there on my chair like a dumb idiot and not saying anything. She just kept crying, I felt so bad. My heart literally cracked. I couldn't help her. WHat kind of friend am I? Can't even help her own friend. I'm so stupid! Cynthia, I hope you feel better. I'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.....i officially hate drama. And before ANYONE says that I'm always apart of it is....I'd rather be part of my friend's drama then not. Because drama allows you to see what kind of friend she or he actually is. I won't tell the world what's going on, because it'll confuse you all. Ahaha but I'm just going to state this now, if you're ever part of drama. Listen to both sides of the story, and then stick to your position. STRONGLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5492012522818773997?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5492012522818773997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-guys-promises-are-like-piece-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5492012522818773997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5492012522818773997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-guys-promises-are-like-piece-of.html' title='For guys, promises are like a piece of paper, easily written down and easily torn up'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-348092240511636951</id><published>2009-10-02T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:51:42.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>16 Things Girls Don't Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guys are more emotional then you think if they loved you at one point it takes them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they arent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A Guy who LIKES YOU wants to be the ONLY! Guy you TALK to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what uh...never mind......" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking and he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to give advice, just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THEN YOU LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days20or until the next time he spends time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) No guy can handle all his problems on his own He's just too stubborn to admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE! Just because ONE is RUDE doesn't mean he represents ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his l ife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-348092240511636951?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/348092240511636951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/16-things-girls-dont-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/348092240511636951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/348092240511636951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/16-things-girls-dont-notice.html' title='16 Things Girls Don&apos;t Notice'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7715818988910872724</id><published>2009-10-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:07:07.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Life of the Bored</title><content type='html'>So I stayed home today. I got worse, personally I get soo bored when Im stuck sick at home. Sleep, and eat, and then computer. If you noticed there is now a music-y thingy but it doesn't play the whole song, which is pretty dumb. Well SOME of them are played the whole thing, but some aren't. It's dumb!!!!! But you can get a glimpse of the songs I like to listen too! xD there are a ton more, but it's already really really big. Plus I like to listen to Korean, Japanese and some Chinese songs. So...yeah! I also end up reading a lot of manga or books when I'm sick. I just finished RE-READING 24 Colors. It's such a good manga! Oh and Crazy Love Game is ssssoooooooo cute! xD So is...Nine Puzzle, and Spicy Pink, and Otokomae Beads Club, and Aoi Kiseki. And uhh yeah! xD I'll write more later, probably. If you want to read some of these manga's go to Mangafox or Onemanga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7715818988910872724?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7715818988910872724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7715818988910872724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7715818988910872724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-bored.html' title='Life of the Bored'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3460810995198596218</id><published>2009-10-01T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:48:50.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='derek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacqueline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>The life of the sick</title><content type='html'>Autumn has started, I'll take a picture of the trees for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting very cold here too...so cold that I got sick. Technically you can't get sick from the cold, but you know what I mean don't you. Finished reading Koko Ni Iru Yo! It's a very good manga, it's the reason I started writing a blog. Although I wish she chose Teru-kun...instead of Hinata-kun. Oh well!!! Classes are ok, I still loath French, and Math. Actually more Math then French, because Alex, Jacqueline, Teddy and other peoples that I talk to are there. But Math, only Shannon and Carly. So it's not as fun. Plus I don't like Math! xD Life here hasn't changed much, I still miss San Diego achingly (&lt;-that's seriously a word!?!?!?). I feel poopy! .&gt;_&lt; OOH! So Juliann, some people know her as TK, asked Derek if he still hated me, he said I dunno. I'm not sure if that means he DOESNT or he DOES. But at least it's not a solid yes! WOOT! Now I just need to work on Andy. CRAP! I got Derek's email. CRAP! Of course I'm tempted to send him an email. And guess what..I DID! LoL! oh well. Ummm, oh so Wednesday, some crazy police guy jumped in front of our car to catch a person who was driving by himself on an 2+ people or more lane. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIGHWAY! He's soo stupid! I can't believe someone would actually do that!!!! *sigh* well that's it. So, I'll talk to those who read my blog later! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3460810995198596218?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3460810995198596218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3460810995198596218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3460810995198596218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-of-sick.html' title='The life of the sick'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3383900103631164131</id><published>2009-09-26T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:09:10.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Official Word of the Day: Sucks</title><content type='html'>Homework sucks.&lt;br /&gt;School...sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Being cold...sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Everything pretty much sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why, I think life sucks. But if you were me, life WOULD suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you don't start showing responsiblity we will start taking things away. Like your computer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from my dear old papa on the subject of homework. Well dearest dad, if you took my computer away how would I do my homework? &gt;:] AHAHAAHHAHAHA! Nadia's brilliant/stupid mind at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaahaha, guess what...I watched the movie Whispers of the Heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good slash (/) cheeesy movie! You should watch it. I love it...even the manga was good!&lt;br /&gt;It's so romantic. &lt;3...it kinda reminds me though, of how my love life sucks. *sigh* still, very good movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, uhh my parents DID yell at me a bit. I ended up cleaning my room. :(&lt;br /&gt;But at  least I watched a movie, and right now I'm watching the movie Tell No One.&lt;br /&gt;I read the book, it was really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3383900103631164131?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3383900103631164131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/official-word-of-day-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3383900103631164131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3383900103631164131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/official-word-of-day-sucks.html' title='Official Word of the Day: Sucks'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4521790954006924649</id><published>2009-09-26T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:21:57.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lex'/><title type='text'>Siena's 3rd chapter</title><content type='html'>Chapter 3c           &lt;br /&gt;“Siena. We need to talk. NOW.” Belle was yelling at me. No duh she was pissed since I had benefited from her stupid tantrum.           &lt;br /&gt;“What do you want?” My voice was just dripping with a steel edge, giving off an I-don’t-give-a-shit feeling to her.           &lt;br /&gt;Belle’s had an extremely angry look on her face. “Did you…steal Lex from me?”            &lt;br /&gt;“He wasn’t yours to begin with.” Belle thinks that everyone belongs to her if she likes them. To her, we’re all just possessions, things, easily replaceable things.           &lt;br /&gt;“You know he was mine! Just admit it! I bet you don’t even like him!” Belle began to do her weird angry pout. Did she forget she was the one who posted all over everything that I liked him?           &lt;br /&gt;“I do like him, you were just so concerned about yourself you never even bothered to notice! Do you even realize that there are other people around you?! That OTHER people have feelings?! Its not all about you all the time, and maybe, just maybe, if you actually really cared about me and were a real friend, you may have realized that I do like him!”            &lt;br /&gt;There was silence.           &lt;br /&gt;Slap!            Belle slapped me.           &lt;br /&gt;The pain tingled on my cheek, I was so shocked that I was just wide eyed. I turned to look at her, a twinge of betrayal crawling into my heart. A tear started shedding, and it wasn’t Belle’s.           &lt;br /&gt;“Y-you…you slapped me…”           &lt;br /&gt;“You deserved it—” Belle turned to look at my face, and saw a reflection of the shock of betrayal. “Don’t look at me like that! After all the things you said, don’t look at me like I’m… like I’m at fault!” Belle started stuttering, realizing how much one action was hurting me.           &lt;br /&gt;Belle turned and ran away, not knowing how to deal with the situation. That is just like her, to run away and give up on things that she doesn’t know what to do with. I was still standing there, stiff like a board, my cheek a little red from the area the Belle slapped me with.            &lt;br /&gt;I dropped to my knees. I knew we would be fighting, but like this? If we’re going to be fighting with violence, I’d rather not fight at all. I only meant for us to hurt each other emotionally, and maybe, just maybe I could change Belle, make her realize the world around her. But physically? I don’t want to fight like this. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.           &lt;br /&gt;This was when the tears started falling. Rolling down my cheeks, one coming right after another. They wouldn’t stop. I huddled into a ball and just cried to myself. My day was just spiraling down the gutter. I haven’t cried like this…ever since that incident. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry again, and look at me now. Minutes went by, and tears slowed down, but they were still there. I kept reliving that moment, the moment where Belle slapped me. The impact of her hand on my face stung, emotionally and physically. I just could not believe that Belle had actually slapped me.           &lt;br /&gt;“…Siena? Are you okay?” A guy’s voice was directed toward me, there was a hint of worry in his voice.           &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to look up, but I did anyway. Slowly I stood up and raised my head, opened my eyes, and saw Lex, of all people, standing above me. Once I saw his face, I realized how terrible I must’ve looked and quickly turned my face to the side. I did not want him to see my crying face.           &lt;br /&gt;“Siena, are you okay?” He said this a second time, gently touching my shoulder with his hand.            &lt;br /&gt;My voice cracked since I had cried so much, I didn’t actually think anyone heard me. “I-I’m okay…I think.”           &lt;br /&gt;“You sure? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you or something?” Lex was really worried, I felt so humiliated to have the guy I like see this weak, pathetic side of me.           &lt;br /&gt;I raised my head slightly and he saw the red mark on my right cheek. His eyes widened just a bit, he didn’t want me to see how shocked he was, the worst possibilities of what happened running though his head.           &lt;br /&gt;“I…I was just having an…a-argument with a f-friend…” The event ran through my head again, and my eyes began to water. I still could not accept the fact that Belle had actually slapped me. The words were beginning to get harder to push out of my mouth.           &lt;br /&gt;Lex was silent. Then, his arms raised slowly and wrapped around me, his warmth seeping into my cold skin. I didn’t realize how cold I was, sitting in a corner with only a sleeveless shirt and jeans, until Lex hugged me. As I realized what was going on, I saw how strong his arms were as they held me, and then the tears just began to fall.           &lt;br /&gt; “Its okay.” Lex said to me very gently, his words whispering into my ear.           &lt;br /&gt;My fists were clenched, hard, but I released them as he said these words and wrapped my arms around him. We were standing there, hugging each other, Lex stroking my head. It felt so nice, being able to confide into someone, even if it was a hug. It may have been just a hug at that time, but to me, it was everything. Lex’s hug was just like a ray of light, shining down on me, taking me out of my misery. I felt so safe, so content in his arms that all my feelings were just released all over again. Had he not come, I would’ve been sitting there all day.          &lt;br /&gt; Minutes went by and Lex still held me and I still cried. I was pretty embarrassed but I was so glad he hadn’t left me. When the tears began to go down, I still wanted to stay in his arms, and yet, I just wanted to leave. The memory of Belle slapping me was still fresh in my mind, and I just had to get out of here. I needed to leave so I wouldn’t break down again, I could do that later at home.           &lt;br /&gt;I slowly let my arms go, letting them slowly fall down to my side. Lex did the same as well.            “Ah…sorry about that.” I pushed out a smile for him. “I’m okay now, I’ll give you a call later. Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow…maybe.” I just wanted to leave so bad, I was itching with anticipation to just forget about the incident with Belle and look back on our hug.            &lt;br /&gt;I began to walk away, but something grabbed my hand.          &lt;br /&gt;Lex grasped my hand and looked me in the eyes, he still had a look of concern on his face.            “Let me at least walk you home, please.” I could tell Lex wanted to know what happened, but he knew that now wasn’t the right time.           &lt;br /&gt;I nodded slowly and we walked side by side in the direction of my house. We walked in silence. I didn’t really want to say anything and Lex actually had no clue what to say, but it was nice how he didn’t say anything. No prodding or questioning of what happened. Had he asked me about what happened, I would’ve just began sobbing all over again. We were just silent during the whole walk home.           &lt;br /&gt;As we began to approach my house, we began to slow down.           &lt;br /&gt;“If you need anything or need someone to talk to, just call me, promise me that okay?” Even after the 20 minute walk, Lex was still concerned. I had expected him to be a little angry for me not saying anything.           &lt;br /&gt;“I will, I promise. I’ll call you later, I just… need some time.” As much as I love being near Lex, I needed some space, some alone time.           &lt;br /&gt;“Okay, remember to call if you need anything…” Lex began to turn away reluctantly.           &lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a moment, and then started running.           &lt;br /&gt;I wrapped my arms around him from the back one more time.           &lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, for everything.” My voice was a whisper, but I’m sure he heard, because he began to turn around.            &lt;br /&gt;But before he could fully turn around, I let go and ran back home. I fumbled for the keys in my bag, ran in, and then closed the door. I leaned on the door and slid down. The tears were streaming again. I remembered that my parents weren’t going to be home until 11:00 as I slowly brought myself up to my room while still crying. I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I’ve never felt so exposed and helpless before, my emotions just pouring out of me in streams. All I could do was cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4521790954006924649?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4521790954006924649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sienas-3rd-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4521790954006924649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4521790954006924649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sienas-3rd-chapter.html' title='Siena&apos;s 3rd chapter'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4015793787779602991</id><published>2009-09-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:09:47.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lex'/><title type='text'>Siena's 2nd ch.</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;The classes went by in a blur, I hardly even noticed since I was so ecstatic that I finally took on the initiative to take on Belle. She’s been walking around like she’s so important and doesn’t care who she tramples with her big fat self centeredness that finally, FINALLY someone is going to take her down a notch and show her that the real world isn’t so pretty. Finally, I’m walking out of the school going to start my walk home. Sigh, if only today weren’t so hot.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, Siena. Come here for a sec.” Belle is calling me over. Can’t she just see that I don’t give a shit about her and her problems anymore?&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want?” I am not budging, I am not giving in to her royal drama highness. If Belle wants to talk to me, she better get her lazy ass over here.&lt;br /&gt;“Come here first, and then I’ll talk to you!” She’s sounding really desperate, but that would’ve only worked had I not declared all out war on her. I don’t think she even realizes that I did, that’s big ol’ oblivious Belle for you.&lt;br /&gt;“If you want to talk about something, then why don’t you come OVER here?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’m extremely serious! I really need to talk to you in somewhere private…”&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go over to the empty space behind the 200 buildings and walked over to Belle.&lt;br /&gt;“This BETTER be important, or else I’m leaving.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, so you know how Lex broke up with his girlfriend? Well turns out, I think he’s going to ask me out tomorrow, because today we switched seats and he sat right next to me, and we kept making eye contact. I can’t wait! What should I wear tomorrow?” Belle kept going on and on about how she wanted to look absolutely perfect, but if you can’t tell right now, I really don’t give a shit. “—ok, so do you think I should wear the all black outfit or should I go with the red checkered blouse with a black tank top underneath plus my skinny jeans?”&lt;br /&gt;“Belle…I told you only if this was important. These ‘issues’ of yours, I really don’t give a shit about ok?!” God, can’t she tell that I honestly don’t care?&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up! I know you’re just jealous because you have a secret crush on Lex, just admit it!” What the hell is wrong with this girl?! Just because I don’t want to listen about her ‘newly starting love life’ with Lex doesn’t mean I like him! I barely even know him for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;“You know what – screw this!” I walked away, knowing that Belle will be telling everyone the next day saying ‘Siena likes Lex and now she won’t be my friend anymore even though I forgave her!’ Psh, screw this shit. I don’t need Belle, Allie, or anyone else’s acceptance. I don’t care if I’m hated at school or anything. As long as I know what I’m doing isn’t wrong, then screw everyone else’s opinions.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I get so rudely awakened by my phone buzzing its head off while playing Knock You Down by Keri Hilson. Isn’t that a great way to start the day, for a second time?! I reached over grabbed the phone and said “…hello?” Gosh, did I sound weird.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh mah gawd, Siena, you like Lex?!” Lily’s voice on the phone sounds extremely excited. I haven’t liked anyone (and told someone) since 6th grade, but I’ve had crushes here and there. I’ve never really bothered to tell anyone, and I do NOT like Lex.&lt;br /&gt;“NO. Belle told you that didn’t she…” I wonder how many people she’s told already. Sigh, Belle can be such a blabbermouth, even when the issues are extremely private.&lt;br /&gt;“Um… actually you’re not going to like this…”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, God. Can my life get any worse?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well…Belle kind of sent out a text to everyone, put it on her facebook, myspace, and status message…” I&lt;br /&gt;I checked my phone, facebook, and her gmail status, and whoop-di-doo…&lt;br /&gt;“…OH MY FUCKING GOD. I’M GOING TO MURDER HER.” THE NERVE!! How could she do something like that?! Oh wait, this is Belle we’re talking about, I should’ve expected something like this. Great.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, sorry…”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll see you at school.”&lt;br /&gt;I am going to kill her, literally.&lt;br /&gt;“Belle, get your fucking ass over here.” I am seriously trying to hide my anger, but its not working, not one single bit.&lt;br /&gt;“God Siena, we need to work on that language!” Belle sounds mischievously happy, just what I need to start my fuse.&lt;br /&gt;“Take that status and messages off your facebook, myspace, and whatever shit you have.” “Aww, are you mad that I told everyone the truth?” Belle has this weird smirk on her face that says if I don’t get what I want, this is what will happen. “This is what happens when you mess with me Siena, I can and will ruin your tragically stupid life.”&lt;br /&gt;That was the final pull. I grabbed Belle’s cell phone, threw it to the ground, and smashed it with my foot.&lt;br /&gt;“HEY! That was brand new! What the fuck is your problem—”&lt;br /&gt;I jammed my fist into her face as she went to grab her phone and said, “And this is what happens when you mess with Siena.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ow, you fucking bitch!—”&lt;br /&gt;I walked off before I could hear the rest of the horrible cuss words she was throwing out. Everyone was staring at her. Now I’m not the only one who knows Belle’s got a filthy, dirty potty mouth. And here’s the score board, Siena, 1, Belle, zippo.&lt;br /&gt;Then the thought hit me.&lt;br /&gt;First period, I see Lex.&lt;br /&gt;God, this is going to be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;The bell for passing period rang and I did not want to move. As I slowly edged toward class, I felt so embarrassed… what am I supposed to say? Do I look him in the eye? Do I ignore him? Do I act clueless? Argg! This is way too mind-boggling!&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into my math class, I hid my face in shame. This is so embarrassing! I heard snickers coming from some girls who were friends of Belle. They can just go die in a shit hole. Oh God, Lex is walking in… and he’s staring at me! I whipped my face around and I turned bright red. I wish I was dead right now.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, Siena.” It was a guy’s voice. Oh God, please let it not be him.&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head to see Lex sitting right next to me. I turned to look at the board and turns out… today is free seating. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;“…H-hi” I stuttered, I am so nervous! He’s sitting right next to me… Usually, I wouldn’t be fazed by a guy sitting next to me, but this one thinks I like him! I can’t just shoot him down and say it was a misunderstanding and I don’t like him…I think…&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Lex, hanging with your girlfriend already? You’re quick to make a move!” His friends we’re laughing, but not in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;Lex’s face turned a little red and he looked away, yelling at his friends to shut up. At least he’s just as embarrassed as I was, and it made me a little happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;Math went by in a blur, I don’t even remember much from it, except for the fact that Lex was right next to me, kind of close-ish, and that he might actually like me. I don’t know if I like him or not…grr… this ‘love’ stuff is way too confusing… I don’t know! Do I like him or not? This was what was in my mind throughout the rest of periods 1-4. Who knew Belle’s rash decision could lead to something so… good?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch came around and I was feeling fantastic! I’ve never felt better. I keep getting this jittery feeling, like I don’t want to see Lex but I do…and I keep getting this feeling, like my heart beats faster. Every time in math when I was with him, it was like everyone else disappeared…it was like it was just me and him…could I really be in love?&lt;br /&gt;“…Earth to Siena! Is anyone in there?” Lily’s voice sucked me out of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;“Huh, wha?” I can’t believe I was spacing out so much!&lt;br /&gt;“As I was saying, how’d it go with Belle? Did you have an awkward first period with Lex?” “Oh…about that…” A smile began on my face. Just hearing his name just makes me delighted.&lt;br /&gt;“Siena…do you actually have a crush on Lex?”&lt;br /&gt;“…hehe…maybe~” I could not have sound any more drunk off of something. Lily was giving me funny looks.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh mah gawd…Siena actually likes someone! You have to tell me all about it! Don’t spare a single detail!” Lily was clapping her hands in excitement and content, knowing that for the first time in, I don’t know, 3 years (that she knows of) I have a crush.&lt;br /&gt;I told her the details of first period and she listened through it all.&lt;br /&gt;“Aww, I think he likes you back! Are you guys going to, you know, go on a date or something?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! We’re not that far yet, I don’t even know for sure if I like him or he likes me!”&lt;br /&gt;The bell for 5th period rang and I began to hastily pack my bag. After 5th period, I was going to see Lex again. This day just could not get any better. And I was partially right. It got better, and then plummeted…horribly.&lt;br /&gt;6th period came around, and I sat in my seat. Too bad I didn’t get to sit near Lex. Every once in a while, we exchanged looks and he smiled at me. I felt my heart was going to explode. It felt so dreamy, having a maybe crush. I felt like my heart was about to burst with happiness. Is this what it feels like to…like someone? That feeling where you can’t stop smiling, like in anime shows or mangas where the people just don’t stop giving off a flowery vibe.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, school was over, just like that. I became so sad, realizing today was Friday. I won’t get to see Lex again for another two days! TWO WHOLE DAYS! Without Lex! I don’t think that’s even possible for me! I want to see him everyday! I’ve never felt like this before. I was the last to leave the room, since I’m always so slow at packing my things. I keep forgetting when the bell rings and end up packing my stuff right when it does. I left the room, without tripping! I am so clumsy at these things, and not to mention the classroom is cluttered with tables and chairs. These rooms are way to small!&lt;br /&gt;As I walked towards the door, I noticed a figure standing out there. I assumed it was Lily, attempting to scare me, but was I wrong. I walked out the door to see Lex standing there, waiting for me. Had he been waiting for the five minutes that I took to pack? I was so embarrassed, there were butterflies in my stomach, moving as if they were high off of something.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey.” Lex’s voice was so…guy-ish. I never really noticed him much before.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Lex…” I felt so flustered…what am I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;“Uh…—”&lt;br /&gt;“Umm…—” We both cut each other off. “Ah, sorry, you can go ahead Lex.”&lt;br /&gt;"I was kind of wondering, if you wanted to… umm, hang out this weekend? Maybe go out somewhere…" Lex trailed off, looking shy. It made him look cute. I was so relieved he asked me, then I wouldn't have to ask him…&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, uh… sure.”&lt;br /&gt;"Here, why don’t you um… give me a call" He said as he wrote down his number on a piece of paper nervously and handed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok.”&lt;br /&gt;We both walked towards the front of the school, but parted ways right before the large crowd. Don’t want people making a big deal about us, not to mention, Belle waits to get picked up over in the front. I found an empty little area near the front and just sank on my feet. I actually had a date with a guy I liked. For the first time, I didn’t really care about Belle or anyone else, I just felt…content with my life. No matter how annoying Belle can get, nothing can get me out of this mood. I was totally wrong about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4015793787779602991?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4015793787779602991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sienas-2nd-ch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4015793787779602991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4015793787779602991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sienas-2nd-ch.html' title='Siena&apos;s 2nd ch.'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1565789602169102424</id><published>2009-09-25T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:23:56.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dylan *wink wink Sandra*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urg'/><title type='text'>Forever and Never</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, I should be happy. But I just feel so effin' jealous when I hear how people in San Diego (my friends mostly) are having so much fun, while I'm stuck here...And it's the most STUPID reason to be so upset. It's so dumb! URG!&lt;br /&gt;School is boring/frusterating/urg. That is my new fav. word, URG!!! It describes exactly how i feel. You could say Effin URG! or Damn Urg or Urg i'm running out of urg words! ahahahah :]&lt;br /&gt;Alec and I r friend-ish-ies. Sorta, at least he's not a jerk anymore. Oh and for those who know limp, I will talk in limp. &lt;em&gt;lo, lor lhose lhat lemember 'lhe lean', li lold lim ly leal lame land lage&lt;/em&gt;. If you don't know limp, that sucks for you. Umm, lets see...oh tennis was kinda frusterating...idk, my muscles hurt. I feel like a terrible friend. *sigh* on the other hand, I'm writing another short story...umm...its about 'Dylan'. I promised myself I would forget him...and I will...over time. But right now, I just can't T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1565789602169102424?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1565789602169102424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/forever-and-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1565789602169102424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1565789602169102424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/forever-and-never.html' title='Forever and Never'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-51309639934686589</id><published>2009-09-24T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:16:00.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='der der'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Failing Day</title><content type='html'>Well....first weird dream today....with Micheal Cronk, the guy from Vinh Do's tennis camp. The dream was he asked me out...WEIRD RIGHT!?!?!?! Omg guess what...I really got to step up my studies. So far all my tests/projects I have gotten an A...A- or an A or an A+. But today, on both of my tests..I got a very, very, very bad grade. Science test: C+ and my French partner test....D!!!! T_T I feel sooo bad!!!! wahhhhhhh! FML!!!! UGH! Sandra and I were talking, she was saying how out of all of our friends, I have the worse case scenario. And I totally agree with her! Poopy...=.-' wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf!!!!!!! The Der der clone transfered into my history class. And what sucks is....I HAVE HISTORY CLASS EVERY SINGLE F********* DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm trying to FORGET der der, and THIS isn't helping me!!! wtf, wtf, wtf! There are a lot of cute couples here...it kinda makes me jealous. Oh...and Mr. Click yelled at Claire. I feld bad for her...but not at the same time ahaha. Mr. Click got mad 2 times today...it was kinda scary...O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-51309639934686589?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/51309639934686589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/failing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/51309639934686589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/51309639934686589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/failing-day.html' title='Failing Day'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2855018990291831249</id><published>2009-09-23T19:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:08:24.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SrrT4kgdktI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kKDlS10CSQE/s1600-h/190215%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384849273300816594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SrrT4kgdktI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kKDlS10CSQE/s320/190215%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't put a picture of me yet! Oopla! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gawd I look tired....this is what I look like now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SrrUdasLmRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/oQvlmq50uSw/s1600-h/phone+pictures+VERY+VALUABLE+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384849906320775442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SrrUdasLmRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/oQvlmq50uSw/s320/phone+pictures+VERY+VALUABLE+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is what I used to look like: ---------------------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-2855018990291831249?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2855018990291831249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2855018990291831249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2855018990291831249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SrrT4kgdktI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kKDlS10CSQE/s72-c/190215%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3836207603986501343</id><published>2009-09-23T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:37:26.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandra'/><title type='text'>Inspired by Siena</title><content type='html'>So a friend of mine, named Siena is writing a...kind of a story? It's all about highschool drama, and friend problems, and...well just drama over all. It's an amazing self-biography. I love it, and if she ever published it. I would totally buy 1,000,000,000,000,000 copies! She is telling the story in her perspective. Its intertaining and amazing. If she will allow me I will post some...unless she makes a blog herself. Her name is Siena. She's one of my bestest friends, people at Marshall Middle don't know her. She's my secret pen pal. You never know everything about one person. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets seee....school boring, lots of homework. Alexandra, Sammy are probably my closest friends here. Alec is being a BASTARD! Just like Meg Ryan said in French Kiss..."All men are bastards". I think i already quoted that.....but I re-quoted so go stick that in a juice box and suck on it! Alec is being super inconsiderate of my feelings. Its so not nice, it hurts! Stupid, bastard Alec. T_T And I hate having to call him that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siena is letting me post her little story thingy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the first time I’m trying this… I hope it turns goodJ. Here comes the drama queen rant: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO, anyway, today Belle, my dear, dear Belle, told me that she likes a certain someone (he who shall not be named), but apparently he’s taken (not by me, just to inform you)! Unfortunately, not really but whatever, Belle is torn between two guys (wow…I’m so surprised, NOT), Lori, a nice guy who isn’t that shabby, and Lex, a short, talkative (but cute) guy (isn’t this the bazillionth time?). And, here comes the real shocker… THEY’RE BOTH TAKEN. Great taste in guys isn’t it? Lori is taken by Issana, a really sweet, kind, optimistic girl, while Lex is taken by someone who I don’t really know, she’s not important in this blog, not one bit. Going on, Belle, being the drama queen she is, is having issues with this. She trying to get over Lori and has some feelings for Lex, but she just can’t get over Lori. Isn’t that wonderful? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What makes Belle such a drama queen and a spoiled brat is that she used to be really close friends with Issana. At that time, Belle hadn’t told Issana that she liked Lori, but turns out, Valentine’s Day came around and something quite surprising happened. Lori never really seemed like the guy who was into all this girl dating stuff but on Valentine’s Day, he had one Valentine’s card for one girl, only one. And guess who he gave that card to? It was Issana, no duh. But since Belle liked Lori, she decided to stop being friends with Issana since she “snatched” away her crush, in which she never told Issana about in the first place. Isn’t that wonderful? Losing a friendship with such a nice girl just because she’s got a guy that you wish you had but didn’t? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t stress how much Belle is unfeeling. She thinks all her friendships revolve around her. She won’t walk over to talk to you, you got to go walk over to her and talk to her. The queen doesn’t like to walk much. I don’t get how I can still be friends with Belle, but I’m just me, no matter how much I hate a person that I’m already friends with, I don’t want to break it off. In Belle’s case, I might…if she goes past the final straw with me (why does everyone say final straw? Is there some kind of straw that people take from you??) ---From your wonderful writer, Siena. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finished typing the blog, closed the computer lid, and laid back on my chair. How can a person be so selfish? I began thinking to myself. Oh well. Great, Belle’s calling me, gotta go see what she has to say this time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hello~?” Trying to sound cheerful so she won’t suspect my feelings of irritation (this has been the 4th time she’s called today…) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“OH MY GOSH. You will not believe what just happened right now Siena. So anyway today—” Belle’s voice just irritates me, I just want to throw the phone into a freaking wall, but I just got my new phone and would prefer to keep it in good condition. “…Siena?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Mhmmm” I have automatic responses for when Belle rants to me, they’re usually either “mhmm” or “go on”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“YOU AREN’T FUCKING LISTENING TO ME.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you really have to use that language Belle? I’m listening now.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Geeze Siena, you just piss me off sometimes. Anyway, as I was saying, Lex just broke up with his girlfriend! It’s my chance now! I’m sure I can win him over, I’m absolutely positive he likes me, he’s always been staring at me when we see each other. I just know we’ll hit it off well!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, Belle has no sensitivity to anything. She has this child like mentality that thinks if what I want is free, then I just have to grab it and its mine! “You sure? He could’ve been staring at the girls next to us or his GIRLFRIEND that walks the same way to classes with us…”&lt;br /&gt;“EX-GIRLFRIEND, a very important detail you missed!”&lt;br /&gt;Belle hasn’t been one for details, unless it concerns her. Belle just that kind of girl, she only cares for herself, no one else.&lt;br /&gt;“What ever Belle, I don’t have time for this now, I’ve got a chem. test tomorrow and I really need to study.” I don’t have a chem. test tomorrow, I’m just thinking of any excuse to get out of this stupid conversation, not to mention I’m going overboard on minutes because of these pointless conversations with Belle.&lt;br /&gt;“How can you not have time for the biggest turning point in my highschool life?! I’m finally going to get one of the guys of my dreams! I just know he’s the one! How can you NOT have time for this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Look Belle, as wonderfully life changing this sounds, I have to go now. Bye.”&lt;br /&gt;“But—”&lt;br /&gt;I hung up the phone before Belle could say anything more. She calls me so much, it’s extremely annoying. It’s like everyone has to know what happens in every second of her life. WE DON’T NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU JUST ATE A CHEESE BURGER BELLE. WE DON’T NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU JUST PLAYED THE WII. It’s like she’s a constant twitter feed, never ending and really annoying when someone’s constantly twittering. It’s about time I went off to bed, tomorrows another day, with the drama queen just ahead. “RRRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!” My alarm clock started ringing like there was no tomorrow, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;Groggily, I got out of bed, knowing today was another eventful day with Belle in my midst, trying to make a move onto Lex (which will be unsuccessful). I did my morning routine, and began walking to school. Thing is, I live close enough that I don’t need anyone to drive me to school, but far enough that it takes a while before I get to school.&lt;br /&gt;Buzz, buzz.&lt;br /&gt;Great, not only does she waste my minutes by calling me five times a day, but now she calls me at 6:00 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;“…hello?” I really do not want to talk to Belle now. Not now, and especially not later.&lt;br /&gt;“SIENA~~ guess what?” Belle’s preppy, extremely fake voice makes me want to gag. When she talks like this, she wants a favor, and she’s not going to take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm?” Keeping the happy edge in my voice is key into getting out of favors with Belle.&lt;br /&gt;“Say, would you be so kind as to call over Lex when lunch comes around? I really want to talk to him, so say something like ‘hey you want to eat lunch with my friends?” or something like that, pretty please?”&lt;br /&gt;“Belle, you know that would be weird! Sure I see him right before lunch but if I say something like that, he’ll think I like him instead of you!” Gosh, I cannot put up with this girl. My voice is extremely close to turning sour.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on Siena, we ALL know Lex won’t think you like him, he’s been staring at ME lately so he’s not going to take it the wrong way!” I hate Belle’s insensitiveness, it just makes me want to ring her neck.&lt;br /&gt;“Belle, I’m not asking him. Go ask him yourself since you’re so absolutely sure that he likes you.” That last comment just pushed me to the edge, my voice turning dangerously sour.&lt;br /&gt;“You know what Siena? I hate this. I’m always doing favors for you and when time comes around that I need a favor from you, you back out like a fucking chicken. Your such a spoiled selfish bitch you know that?!”&lt;br /&gt;“When have YOU ever done a favor for me? For the past month I’ve been doing favors for you here and there, but when time comes around, YOU never do a favor for me and you’re calling me the fucking chicken?!” This girl seriously needs to be taken down a notch.&lt;br /&gt;“WHATEVER. Don’t show your stupid face around me, I don’t have friends who don’t care about me. HMPH.”&lt;br /&gt;And with that she hung up the phone. Sigh, not another one of these. Now at school, she’s going to be going around telling everybody “Siena called me an f-ing chicken and the ‘b’ word” crying and looking like the victim. Everyone’s going to get mad at me and she’s going to get her way. But not this time, I am sick of her fake crocodile tears. Siena isn’t going down without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I arrive at school, and here comes to long awaited argument with Belle. Walking to the middle of the school quad, there she is, standing there and crying. Oh wonderful. And would you look at that! There’s a group of classmates who just ADORE Belle because of her fake suck-up voice that makes people think that she’s such a good, nice girl, when she isn’t. They’re hovering around her, giving me death glares, but I’m used to it. They’re just a bunch of brain dead blond idiots anyway, its not like them not liking me is the end of the world. “What are YOU doing here?” That was Allie, the most fake, stupid, preppiest sounding blond girl you will ever meet, and not to mention a member of the cheer club.&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, I’m here to hang out with my friends?” Its not like Belle’s my only friend, I’ve got others too. What does this girl think I am, a loner?&lt;br /&gt;“Well I don’t think you should be here, calling Belle all those mean words. Just get the hell away from here, its obvious that you’re not welcome.” This is Lina, the sidekick of Allie. Lina has always been following Allie, ever since the 6th grade. She thinks Allie is on par with God, talk about exaggeration much?&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, even if she said all those mean things, she still deserves to be forgiven…” Here it comes, the whole nice girl Belle is going to say all these sweet things acting like she’s so innocent and kind when she’s really just saying this to get people to be angrier at me and pity her more.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Belle, you’re so kind! You really shouldn’t let this girl go for what she said to you so easily! In my eyes, you should be more angry with her, you’re way too nice! As for you,” Allie turns to shoot me more death glares, “don’t come back here again.”&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I cannot put up with this. I give Belle my best I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-you-I’ve-got-other-friends look and walk over to Lillian. Usually I just call her Lilly for short, since Lillian is so long.&lt;br /&gt;“I heard Belle’s giving you a hard time for not getting what she wants…again.” Lily sick of Belle’s attitude as well, but can hide her feelings a lot better than I can.&lt;br /&gt;“Psh, she always does this. It’s not like it should be a surprise or anything.” It really isn’t, Belle’s been doing this whenever she doesn’t get what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;“Anyway, did you finish your history? I do not get Williams questions at all. What does he think we are, seminerds?” Lily and I both have Williams, and his questions require way too much thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Before I can answer, Belle comes over, absolutely wonderful. She walks straight by Lily and stomps her spoiled, unhappy feet towards me. She awkwardly puts her hand on my neck and pushes my face…hard. Its Belle’s version of a slap, she’s just wimpy and too used to getting her way than resorting to her version of “violence”.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m mad at you!” Oh no, I’m so scared (note the sarcasm). Belle has really become desperate to get her way, but I’m not giving in. Not this time and not ever again.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s wonderful,” I turn back to Lily before Belle oh so rudely interrupted our conversation, “anyway, I have no clue if what I wrote for Williams is right or not. I just put a bunch of crap on a paper, his questions are so mind-boggling!”&lt;br /&gt;That really, really pissed Belle off, just as I was hoping. Her face turned bright red, as if she had way too many packets of hot sauce, glared at me with her really ugly and stupid (and not to mention not intimidating at all) looking face that says I-am-so-mad-at-you, and then storms off.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah~! High five, go Siena!” Lily high five’s me, almost missing, and I high five her back. Siena’s not the usual nice girl putting up with Belle. It’s all out war now, and I’m not going to back down, not now and not ever. It’s like they say, all’s fair in love and war.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it absolutely fantabulous!?!?!?!?!?! I'm going to give a little shout out for Siena...I MISS YOU!!!!! I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!! I LOVE YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and really good manga is....24 Colors and Mimi wo Sumaseba! It's really good! and Mimi wo Sumaseba is actually a Hiayo Mizaki movie. Or something like that....lol xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3836207603986501343?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3836207603986501343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired-by-siena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3836207603986501343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3836207603986501343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired-by-siena.html' title='Inspired by Siena'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4419965708591794669</id><published>2009-09-21T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:35:59.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in, sorta and tennis days</title><content type='html'>Well, school is so far un-eventful. I have to admit, the math teacher, Ms. Freeman is kinda mean, and more like Mrs. Martinez/Salizar then I originally thought. English is difficult, I have to finish a difficult boring book in a day (its 300 pages and I only read up to 140) plus I have 3 essays to write. BLAH! French class, Mr. Click is kinda mean, he picks on a lot of asian kids. Especially Jiwoo. It's kinda sad...he calls Jiwoo stupid in French. Not nice right? And then Jiwoo gets picked on and Mr. Click doesn't care. These are the reasons kids bring guns to school and shoots people. No joke there. I know it's been a long time, since I wrote but really nothing eventful has happened. Oh I plan on going to Homecoming Dance, I plan on wearing that black and white one that i wore on the east coast trip to Broadway play. And let's see....also I have officially started playing tennis Tue. Wed. Thur. and Fri. (privite lesson). And then there's like...tutoring on Monday. And my friend is trying to convince me to go to Youth Group with her that is on Sundays. So wow....and then all that homework! If I don't post all the time, I'm sorry. Not like anyone reads this, but still...&lt;br /&gt;talk to everyone later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4419965708591794669?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4419965708591794669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/settling-in-sorta-and-tennis-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4419965708591794669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4419965708591794669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/settling-in-sorta-and-tennis-days.html' title='Settling in, sorta and tennis days'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-499283848106576597</id><published>2009-09-17T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:07:16.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Day and....A CLONE?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today was a typical boring,  uneventful day at school. We were supposed to have a Pep Rally, but it rained, so we had to stand in the rain for a while =.=' Uhh, I played tennis with a group of people, it actually wasn't THAT bad. But I think I'm the best there...I have to start playing a lot more tennis xD (Kyle Williams calls me a tennis-a-holic) Ummm...lets see...OH right  the Clone. So I was in line, and I saw someone who looked almost IDENTICAL to Der Der. It was creepy!!!!!! D:&lt; Ummm I have my dad's old camera...its cool! ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-499283848106576597?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/499283848106576597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/tennis-day-anda-clone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/499283848106576597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/499283848106576597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/tennis-day-anda-clone.html' title='Tennis Day and....A CLONE?'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-6146032916661686990</id><published>2009-09-15T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:03:08.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*idontknowif ilikeherbecausesheiskindarude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacqueline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandra'/><title type='text'>A Day Full of Laughs</title><content type='html'>Today, I have to admit, I laughed a WHOLE lot. We had another stupid freshman orientation thing. Blehhhh! So after turning in project, the whole freshmen class split into several different groups. My group went outside and did "skill builders" they were stupid and retarded. But I meet a new person named Sammy. She's pretty cool, I guess. So after skill builder, we did some career and right choices excerises. They were messed up and they were down right STEWPID!&lt;br /&gt;Next, was another outdoor activity, shannon=verbal fight, sammy=being chased cuz i dumped water on her head jacqueline= water fight alexandra=grass fight. Saman= * &gt;:] MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA I laughed way too much, my cheeks hurt after this day! And ummm....lets see...Oh and Aaron is funny and stupid, so he made me laugh a lot too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt; &lt;-I drew that on my hand. OH and reminder, I have to call Nick thursday so I can yell @ Andy for making fun of Nick's awesome tennis skill. Ahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-6146032916661686990?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/6146032916661686990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-full-of-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6146032916661686990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/6146032916661686990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-full-of-laughs.html' title='A Day Full of Laughs'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5241268104951257818</id><published>2009-09-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:39:25.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cellphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><title type='text'>Interesting day...</title><content type='html'>So...P.E. I had to run the effing mile! THE MILEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Uhh, Biology was ok, we did a lab *shrug* Lunch was un-eventful. But FRENCH! I actually had fun, so half of the class moved seats around (not permanently), and I sat next to this Sophmore/Junior (idk which) 16 yr old guy named Connor. First of all, I don't know his last name, second of all, he's not THAT cute...he's ok, and THIRD of all, HE CAN NOT DRAW FOR CRAP!!!!!! He started doodling on the back of my paper, because I wrote PAY ATTENTION! and he drew, an elephant (?), a dog (or so he says, to me it looks like a retarded wolf) and a pig (but that looks like a retarded cat). I kept telling him that it did NOT look like animals, so he told me to ask Mr. Click at the end of class. I did, and Connor was all "look what she was doing during class! She was distributing me from my work!" =.=' THAT LITTLE LIAR!!! D:&lt; But I actually had fun, and we had to do this whole dialogue thing, and WE GOT 2nd PLACE! I was soo happy!! Mr. Click actually threw a library book out the window O.O Umm, I hated C2 because Dr. Chary (math teacher) made me feel like an absolute idiot/retard/stupid/any other stupid-ish words. Oh and my cellphone totally crashed, I can't erase ANY of my text messages, so I can't get anymore! T_T POOPYYYYYY! Ahahaha, funny word, poopy! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5241268104951257818?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5241268104951257818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/interesting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5241268104951257818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5241268104951257818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting day...'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4818110331597568753</id><published>2009-09-11T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:58:45.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dylan *wink wink Sandra*'/><title type='text'>My fantasy aka day dreams</title><content type='html'>“You new here?” A voice asked as I struggled with my 4th box of books.&lt;br /&gt;“What do you think?” I snapped as I dropped the box. I cursed angrily and leaned down to pick it up when a pair of hands took up the box. I up and a pair of smiling green eyes stared back at me. I was slightly embarrassed at my rude behavior, but what do you expect…would you be happy if you moved from the place where you have lived for 14 years of your life? No, I didn’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;“So what’s your name?” Smiling eyes said.&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“So your name is huh, cool…I’m Dylan.” Dylan smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Huh, no…my name is….I’m Nadia!” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Nice to meet you.” Dylan muttered. I grabbed another box from the moving van. “Where’d you used to live before here?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I used to live in San Diego, California.” I sighed in despair.&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, that’s far.” Dylan commented. I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. “Oh….I’m sorry, I know you wouldn’t want to talk about it.” He continued. I was about to say something when I heard two girl voices shouting.&lt;br /&gt;“Dylan!? Where are you!?”&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, they never quit!! Can you hide me?” Dylan asked. I laughed and directed Dylan into the house, down the stairs into the basement and into my room.&lt;br /&gt;“Now stay here if you don’t want to be found.” I teased. Dylan smirked and then sat down on my bed. “If you want……….you can start opening the cans of paint and putting the sheets down on the floor.” I smiled pointing to the pile of paintbrushes, sheets and paint cans.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello? Anyone here?” A voice from upstairs called out.&lt;br /&gt;“Coming!” I yelled. I winked at Dylan and then calmly walked up stairs. My hair was in braids and underneath a bandana, my shorts and t-shirt was plastered onto my body with sweat. “Can I help you?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Have you seen a hot guy walk past here? He has green eyes, and brown hair…he’s really cute.” A girl in the red tank top asked. I thought for a minute and then shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure? He flirts with every girl…ugly or not.” The girl in the pink shirt said, looking me up and down. My hand curled into a fist, and I brushed past the girls, slamming my shoulders into them. I heard them gasp in surprise and I smiled as I walked over to the giant moving van. I took another box of my stuff and made my way back up to my new home. 943 Stagecoach Ln. was A LOT different from my old home***** ********** **. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[My REAL address, I had to *** it out, the 943 address is just random numbers and words] &lt;/span&gt;I sighed. As I walked past the girls I heard them whispering to each other. I shifted the box onto my left arm and opened the door. As I walked down into the basement I heard the two girls leave. When I reached my room I heard my computer running. I quietly placed the books onto the floor and opened the door to my room.&lt;br /&gt;“What the hell are you doing? How the hell did you get my password?” I yelled loudly. Dylan jumped up in alarm.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! Hey Nadia.” He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Answer my damn question!” I snapped my hands already in fists.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay…god! Well first I looked through your binders that you had in that one box that you were having trouble with and I saw this page. But then I got bored so I looked around and saw your laptop…by the way it’s pretty good.” He paused. I glared at him and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, okay! So I was trying to crack the password when I noticed that I had seen that…um…’word’ before so I typed in the name and it popped up. So then I started messing around. And so yeah.” Dylan explained. I just stared at him and after a minute or so I sighed and I moved over to the bed and sat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;“So did Ashley and Carly leave?” Dylan asked. I nodded. “Phew, that’s good.” He continued. I shrugged. “So, what now?” He said. I shrugged again. He stood up and looked at his watch. “Sorry, I’ve got to go…my mom will flip if I’m late for tennis practice.”&lt;br /&gt;“You do tennis?” I asked. Dylan nodded. “Cool, me too. Maybe we can play against each other sometime.” I smiled. Dylan smiled back and then left. I watched his figure disappear up the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4818110331597568753?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4818110331597568753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-fanatasy-aka-day-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4818110331597568753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4818110331597568753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-fanatasy-aka-day-dreams.html' title='My fantasy aka day dreams'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1884635577206853826</id><published>2009-09-11T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:21:25.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7thgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nolan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daydream'/><title type='text'>My over-dramatic daydreams...</title><content type='html'>“And this is your new school…” The principle, “Mr. Dimple” (the nickname I gave him) said as he gave me the tour of my new Wisconsin school. I grumbled in response and then tuned out the rest. My mom hastily explained my rude behavior and apologized for me. I knew I would be scolded later. I looked around my mind wandering.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                *Flash-Back*&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                August 3 1:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;“Shhhh!!! Rachel will hear you! Laura, did you do the feather test on her? Alisha, we’re gonna give you Sandra’s phone and we’ll keep in touch through text messages.”&lt;br /&gt;“Tell us when Rachel’s asleep so we can put the peanut butter on her face!!” Laura added quietly as Alisha slipped back into my room.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                *End of flash-back*&lt;br /&gt;I tuned in again just as “Mr. Dimple” started explaining the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;“No skirts under your fingertips, no undergarments showing, no straps that are less than 1 in length.&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to embarrass my mom this time and nodded unsmiling. I tuned out once more…&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                *Flash-Back*&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Kyle!!! Stop throwing food at us!!!” I yelled at the big group of boys above us.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not throwing anything!!” Kyle yelled back.&lt;br /&gt;“Then tell your friends not to throw anything at us!!!” Melanie yelled.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah…Mitchell…” I shouted, glaring at Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;“What?! I swear I’m not throwing anything!!!”He protested. Then something whizzed past my head. I turned, seeing Kyle holding a bag of Oreos in his hand grinning like an idiot, while all around him his friends laughed.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                *End of flash-back*&lt;br /&gt;Something caught my eye snapping me out of my flash back. A recognizable face that suddenly turned away just as I saw his face. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Note from azn grl: i wrote this in 7th grade when I liked Nolan Uribe]&lt;/span&gt; Was that…Nolan???&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!!! You! Wait up!!” I called out, as I ran to catch up with the person who started sprinting towards the stairs, interrupting the “Mr. Dimple”.&lt;br /&gt;“Nadia! Get back here!” My mom yells. I wave my hand telling her I heard her but I continued running. But he was no longer in front of me. I stopped and looked up and down the hallway but didn’t see him. I sighed heavily and started walking back to my mom. Then I heard a door open quietly, I turned quickly and saw him…Nolan. Time stopped as we both just looked at each other. My heart went ‘ba-bumb, ba-bumb, ba-bumb’. He took a step forward, but then my mom and the principle caught up with me. He turned abruptly and left. I smiled, and apologized to “Mr. Dimple” with a big smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1884635577206853826?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1884635577206853826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-over-dramatic-daydreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1884635577206853826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1884635577206853826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-over-dramatic-daydreams.html' title='My over-dramatic daydreams...'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-677237838709271768</id><published>2009-09-10T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:07:18.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fugly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Slowly, yet painfully the days are getting better...</title><content type='html'>Slowly, the days are starting to get better. Painfully the days are becoming less un-enjoyable.  I am currently watching I, Robot. With Will Smith...as Spooner? You guys must've seen it. It's amazing. I rlly like that movie. Anyway, all the days are boring.....because, well....ALL THE GUYS HERE ARE FUGLYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I mean, some ppl are sorta cute, but the CUTEST guy I think around here thats a freshie, is probably this kid who looks like Alec. Weird right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-677237838709271768?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/677237838709271768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/slowly-yet-painfully-days-are-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/677237838709271768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/677237838709271768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/slowly-yet-painfully-days-are-getting.html' title='Slowly, yet painfully the days are getting better...'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1814882047680219788</id><published>2009-09-09T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:01:43.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaron'/><title type='text'>First day: BAD!!!! second day: better but......</title><content type='html'>Today was better than yesterday, except I had really, really, really bad stomache ache in math. I was sooo hungry. My breakfast was some powerade, hot chocolate, and 3 bites of carrot cake. :P Ah, well...I didn't miss the bus! And I actually knew someone on the bus, Aaron, who is in my "big Mac" group. Weird...very weird. So let's see...English, not bad...other than I have to read Romeo and Juliet...If I had it my way I would either 1. make them kill each other (and not like, he drinks poison and she stabs herself) or 2. they just run away together. Math, not bad as well...other than the stomache thing. Uhhhh lunch, again sat with people I don't know that well. PHotography seems fun, but sooo expensive ($40 for using darkroom, and then YOU have to buy a +$100 camera, and film, and paper). History, for a second I FREAKED out, I thought my project was due today, luckily it's not. So I can change it! :] Instead of P.E. shirt, which is STUPID. I took off Natasha's friendship bracelet without cutting it, and I'm going to use that. :] Let's see...ummm NOT looking foward to French class, ~can I switch out and do Spanish instead!? T^T~ Overall, today was slightly better...Oh i found a dead bird on the lawn to "the" house. I still refuse to call this house "MY" house. MY house is in San Diego, CA. SO HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1814882047680219788?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1814882047680219788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-bad-second-day-better-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1814882047680219788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1814882047680219788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-bad-second-day-better-but.html' title='First day: BAD!!!! second day: better but......'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4593706009903271320</id><published>2009-09-08T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:54:45.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peng'/><title type='text'>An average day, with an average teenager dreaming a not so average day-dream</title><content type='html'>"Yeah! I get to go back to San Diegoooooo!" I say as I jump outta bed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yipee." My mom says un-happily. I do a little jig around my mom.&lt;br /&gt;"San Die-GO, San Die-GO!" I sing as I continue my dance down the stairs. I almost run into the packers. "Oops, SORRY!!!" I laugh and sit down at the cleared off breakfast table. I manage to grab my cereal bar and water bottle before the packers started packing up the food. "I'm so happy we are going back!" I say happily with my mouth full of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;"I can tell." My dad said as he appeared in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;"San Die-GO, San Die-GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WEEK LATER UPON ARRIVING IN SAN DIEGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAYYYYY!" I say loudly as soon as I set enter the empty, paint smelling house. "I'm HOMEEEE!" I laugh as I fall onto the greenish teal carpet as Zeus, my dog, starts barking and chasing me.&lt;br /&gt;"Nadia?"&lt;br /&gt;"SANDRAAAA!" I look towards the door to see a grown, girl with long 'luscious' [Note from azn grl: "inside joke...sorry if you don't get it you poor shmucks"] black hair, wearing blue jeans and a purple panda shirt. I run up to her and give her a huge hug.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm back!!!" I practacilly scream into her ear.&lt;br /&gt;"I know! IM SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYY! And I brought Jilly and Izy with meeee!" Sandra steps into the house revealing Izy with her black hair pulled back into a messy bun and black skinny jeans with MCR t-shirt and fishnet arm warmers, and Jilly with her brown hair covering the back of her Linkin Park shirt and blue jeans. I give them both a HUGE hug and usher them inside. As soon as the four of us begin to start talking and catching up the door bell rings again, and appears Natasha, Laura, Peng, Sabby, Alec, Taylor, Kyle (Williams), and Connor.&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GAWWDDD! What are YOU guys doing here!??!" I shout loudly as I hug each of them.&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR BACK THATS WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Sabby and Natasha shout as they "magically" produce glorious bags of chips and soda!!!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note from azn grl: "you get the idea :)" ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4593706009903271320?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4593706009903271320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/average-day-with-average-teenager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4593706009903271320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4593706009903271320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/average-day-with-average-teenager.html' title='An average day, with an average teenager dreaming a not so average day-dream'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4802577220131769924</id><published>2009-09-08T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:20:24.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pidgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nol nol an an'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinoko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nolan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peng'/><title type='text'>My "bestest guy" friends</title><content type='html'>I felt bad for doing all my "girlfriends" so, I am now doing all my guy friends. Except....sorry guys you all are on one post. But you all get pictures :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbFPKR861I/AAAAAAAAAyU/gxOENESjUqM/s1600-h/blah+blah!+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379203669188995922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbFPKR861I/AAAAAAAAAyU/gxOENESjUqM/s200/blah+blah!+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Cottle:&lt;/strong&gt; He is superly duperly nice! He is also superly duperly tall. But that's what makes him awesome!!! He has the coolest handwriting too, its pretty much calligraphy!! He swims, and plays the....cello. His nickname(s) include, Tay Tay, Kinoko, and Tay Tay the Blue Jay. He is also very, very smart. And gives very good advice...just like meeee (just kidding, my advice never works, while his does =.='). Tay Tay is overall just a great person to be around, and you always have fun when he's there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbHMVjadyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eHIHOxM36zY/s1600-h/real+pics+2+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379205819698673442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbHMVjadyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eHIHOxM36zY/s200/real+pics+2+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew Peng:&lt;/strong&gt; Matt is awesome. He is super smart, and he's also super short! He's so adorable. xD Matt is like, a little brother to me. Hurt him and I will KILL you. He is very dependable and he plays football, tennis and basketball. He's good at keeping secrets, and sometimes he seems lazy but secretly he's thinking up little evil plans (Muahahahaah...oh wait...that's me). His nickname, that I call him is Peng Peng, or Peng. Some people call him Penguin but I don't. Peng is a very cool asian and a very good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alec Mathews:&lt;/strong&gt; Alec is my newest bestest guy friend. He is not super smart, or super tall or super short. Alec is SUPER funny, so that makes up for his super not-notness. He makes the funniest faces, but when he has to be serious, he is.  He is dependable, and he so sweet (even if he won't admit it). I love him as a brother, nothing more, nothing less. And like a brother we get in fights, but he never wins {:p}. Alec's nickname is Pidgeon, the short story behind that is...he was saying 'cool' but he forgot the L so it said 'coo'. And from then on his nickname was Pidgeon. Alec actually is a little trickster, he'll mess with your brain. BEWARE! He plays baseball, and likes the Padres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379207757042333010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbI9GuItVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/QEADlHOQmsU/s200/haha+alec+ur+histerical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nolan Uribe:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I can't say much about him. The only year we actually got to see each other face to face, we annoyed each other to death x]. Since he moved, we have been keeping in touch during emails. He DOES still annoy me, and he enjoys it. But we annoy each other. I like to know &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbN1sj1icI/AAAAAAAAAys/YBPA8C-sWOI/s1600-h/wow....nolan+that+just+weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379213127318866370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbN1sj1icI/AAAAAAAAAys/YBPA8C-sWOI/s200/wow....nolan+that+just+weird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what happens in his life, and I give him advice (but I don't think he uses it). Nolan is super smart, he does xc (which until a couple of days ago I didn't know what it meant, it mean Cross Country). Nolan is actually very cool, after you get through the stubborn layer of his personality. He can be nice too, but through email it seems more like he's being sarcastic. His nickname is Nol Nol An An (ahahhahahahaha).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4802577220131769924?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4802577220131769924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-bestest-guy-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4802577220131769924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4802577220131769924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-bestest-guy-friends.html' title='My &quot;bestest guy&quot; friends'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqbFPKR861I/AAAAAAAAAyU/gxOENESjUqM/s72-c/blah+blah!+198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5836643332217987043</id><published>2009-09-08T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:47:09.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firstday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grayson'/><title type='text'>New School, New Friends, New....wtf this is NOT what I was prepaired for!</title><content type='html'>Well how was YOUR first day of school? Mine was just...bad.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 3 AM because of a nightmare, so I watched Korean TV for about an hour before going back to bed. Then I wake up, and I miss the bus. Ok...=.=' no biggie. So I arrive at school and go into the gym, its a "RED day" which means all the odd periods (1,3,5,7)...so P.E. first, we learn the rules and whatever other blah that we need to know about P.E. then ONTO Biology (for those poor shmuck that have physics this year, I pity you), the Biology teacher has already &lt;em&gt;kindly &lt;/em&gt;assigned a test THIS Thursday. *whoopee* =.- At least I knew a person in Biology unlike in P.E. so then lunch, I DIDN'T SIT ALONE! I was at least somewhat happy about that. After lunch, French time. GAHHHH, defiantly scary, he teaches you a word and then asks random students to stand up and say it to him. He thought us a conversation, he asked people to have that conversation with each other in FRONT of the class. I could never do that, luckily he only made me say "Bonjour Monsieur'. So that wasn't TOO bad, and I made a friend, she is Chinese? Maybe...then History...History I have EVERY SINGLE DAY for the rest of 9th grade =.=' Oh well, it could be worse, I guess. The plus side is, I can pretty much chew gum in any class, I can wear sandals, and they have cookies and pretzels here that supposedly "taste good" quote on quote from the teachers.*sigh*...I have concluded that McLean has been divided into sections: for the girls there are the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PREPS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and the&lt;/span&gt; NON-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PREPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...guess what Category I fall under. Oh and in my world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PREPS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is equivalent to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GIRLY GIRLS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For the boys it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JOCKS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NERDS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and Neithers. One kid looks like Alec Mathews, one girl looks sorta like Amanda Liberto, another girl looks like Amy DeNinno, and one boy looks like Grayson Boyer. *shrug*&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/1988861048332786690-5836643332217987043?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5836643332217987043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-school-new-friends-newwtf-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5836643332217987043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5836643332217987043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-school-new-friends-newwtf-this-is.html' title='New School, New Friends, New....wtf this is NOT what I was prepaired for!'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2454262392165687985</id><published>2009-09-07T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:04:49.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mclean'/><title type='text'>Preparing for School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqUlyvGX5MI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gWJ_nxtvr5I/s1600-h/the+ew+school.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378746883530810562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqUlyvGX5MI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gWJ_nxtvr5I/s200/the+ew+school.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqUlqtfenII/AAAAAAAAAxs/jpuD8PYPEVE/s1600-h/scripps_ranch_falcons_high_san_diego_sticker-p217489027126517187qjcl_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378746745660284034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqUlqtfenII/AAAAAAAAAxs/jpuD8PYPEVE/s200/scripps_ranch_falcons_high_san_diego_sticker-p217489027126517187qjcl_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the day of torture is upon us, the students of the world (or at least those who start school tomorrow). The final buying of supplies, the filling of forms. All the 'joys' of preparing for school...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;The many differences of McLean and Scripps, for ONE thing, Scripps is out in the sun, an outdoors school. And McLean has lockers...which is nice, I guess. But a most vital thing is MOST OF MY &lt;em&gt;FRIENDS ARE GOING TO SCRIPPS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; *sigh* The tortures of highschool, where the jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, emo-s, preps, goths, loners, populars...and best of all, all of the aboves. :] Gambatte in highschool minna!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-2454262392165687985?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2454262392165687985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/preparing-for-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2454262392165687985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2454262392165687985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/preparing-for-school.html' title='Preparing for School'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqUlyvGX5MI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gWJ_nxtvr5I/s72-c/the+ew+school.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2111068672400658943</id><published>2009-09-06T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:15:39.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jessica'/><title type='text'>Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSlmw8iZaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/InN7mxbiA0M/s1600-h/img_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378605940379641250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSlmw8iZaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/InN7mxbiA0M/s400/img_0853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss tennis...not the super competitive people here in Virginia. I miss the people I had at Thursday and Friday tennis in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursdays, there is....ummm Nick Storey, Andy Kuharski, Maggie LaCosta, Jessica Nyugen, Tiara Cabrera, Tate Salizar, Kevin Salizar (yes Tate and Kevin are brothers), Gabe Salizar (I think that's his last name, but his cousin is Tate and Kevin), and then there's Steven (but I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know his last name), and then Me :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Friday tennis: ahhh Friday tennis, good time, good times. Personally I liked Friday tennis the best because well, I guess it's because I'm the only girl. All the people from Thursday tennis, excluding Tiara, Maggie and Jessica, INCLUDING a person name Drew. I don't know his last name though...SORRY DREW!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-2111068672400658943?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2111068672400658943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/tennis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2111068672400658943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2111068672400658943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/tennis.html' title='Tennis'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSlmw8iZaI/AAAAAAAAAxk/InN7mxbiA0M/s72-c/img_0853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5506544785096653219</id><published>2009-09-06T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:04:23.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chopsticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fred'/><title type='text'>Sabrina SABBY Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSb2Uyg91I/AAAAAAAAAxU/M6Toyk-6m4Q/s1600-h/DSCN3551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378595212583040850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSb2Uyg91I/AAAAAAAAAxU/M6Toyk-6m4Q/s200/DSCN3551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabrina is a year younger than me. But she is a fantastic friend. Haha an FF (also could be Friend Forever). Sabby and I met in...like ummmm 5th grade, and she was in 4th. We had tennis lessons together from Tammy Redondo. At first I didn't really like her, because I thought she was...(i don't know) trying to steal Tammy's attention. But hey, I was 10! I liked attention. Any back to Sabby. She's an amazing person, no joke. I swear she is a GREAT tennis player. She doesn't think so, but she is. And I also think she'd be a great Mrs. Sitzer. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA! xD Sabrina is one of my closest, bestest friends. Apparently she doesn't like Fred. She's had 3 boyfriends, the first one was :] second one was a fat-ass jerk and the third one was very nice. I liked 1 and 3. :] ahahahaha. She probably hates me for saying this on my blog. She is very random, I mean...she was eating spaghetti with chopsticks! CHOPSTICKS! I'm at a lost for words, honestly. I don't know what to say, I hate repeating words because that makes me sound fake. So I'm just going to say, if you ever have Sabby as a friend, she would be a wonderful friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5506544785096653219?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5506544785096653219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabrina-sabby-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5506544785096653219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5506544785096653219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabrina-sabby-lee.html' title='Sabrina SABBY Lee'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSb2Uyg91I/AAAAAAAAAxU/M6Toyk-6m4Q/s72-c/DSCN3551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-2517859392391919298</id><published>2009-09-06T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:31:15.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='derek'/><title type='text'>Boys/Guys/Jerks (whatever you want to call 'them')</title><content type='html'>Boys...Guys...Jerks. They are all one thing, terrible, wonderful, amazing, bastards. Boys, you can't live with them, you can't live without them. They can't understand that every once in a while, a girl would just love to be swept off their feet. Now, I don't believe in love at first sight, nor do I believe in love is perfect. Love isn't perfect and I know that. Every relationship has their flaws. My experiences with boys have NOT been pleasant. I am the kind that has a quiet crush. I like someone and I don't tell I like them and then I fall out of love. I know, I know...I should get into the game and not wait on the sidelines. But I'd rather not be hurt. I had a friend, I won't name names but, she (Cynthia) liked a guy (Tom), Cynthia told her friend Amy, it turned out Amy liked Tom, and Tom liked Amy back. So pretty much Amy and Tom were "together". Cynthia was crushed, C.R.U.S.H.E.D. I'd rather not be hurt like that. Plus I'd perfer it if the guy asked me out, instead of well, me asking him. Apparently i'm very...transparent. If I like a guy, I tend to like...annoy them? And not only do they realize I like them, they end up hating me. Or at least that's what happened the last 2 times I liked someone, *cough* Derek Mann and Andy Kuharski. And when I like someone I tend to...well, it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stalk them. It's more like...well ok...&gt;/////////////&lt; For example, one guy I asked his friend for his number and then got his address from the Yellow Pages. I quess you could classify it as stalking....but ITS NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Why don't guys use words like...Beautiful, or Gorgeous? Most of the time you hear, Sexy or Hot. Sure it sets a mood, but HONESTLY!&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/1988861048332786690-2517859392391919298?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/2517859392391919298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/boysguysjerks-whatever-you-want-to-call.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2517859392391919298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/2517859392391919298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/boysguysjerks-whatever-you-want-to-call.html' title='Boys/Guys/Jerks (whatever you want to call &apos;them&apos;)'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3594026792890844191</id><published>2009-09-06T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:41:11.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canoeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mintyroll'/><title type='text'>Laura La-La the Blueberry Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Laura, she's my oldest friend. We meet in kindergarten, I was chasing her around shooting her with a rubber band, and she was calling me a witch. Haha. Laura is my minty-roll buddy. We have a lot of great memories. Laura used to wear tons and tons of eye liner, and had blue highlights. But really, she would be beautiful. Although she hates me, when I tell her this, she could most definitely be a model. She has a terrible phobia of photos. AHAHA, her 7th grade yearbook picture was TERRIBLE! Everyone made fun on her, I did too but I'm her friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379276665676838066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqcHoHY3NLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6LSMQzTKsjI/s400/phone+pictures+VERY+VALUABLE+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I went canoeing (is that spelled right?). This is a picture from Laura in the canoe. Its funny really, we've never really had a huge fight. Sure we've had some fights, but Laura is a one of a kind friend. She's a mix of personalities put into one person. She's the funny, cute one, the shy, quiet one, the loud, hyper one, the aggressive, hot tempered one, the happy, laughing one. If you became her friend, you wouldn't regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3594026792890844191?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3594026792890844191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/laura-holland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3594026792890844191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3594026792890844191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/laura-holland.html' title='Laura La-La the Blueberry Holland'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqcHoHY3NLI/AAAAAAAAAy0/6LSMQzTKsjI/s72-c/phone+pictures+VERY+VALUABLE+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1010360994825885381</id><published>2009-09-06T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:32:53.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hitter'/><title type='text'>Natasha "Natooshy" Ephriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV74yd88SI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZLK1RKCE-GY/s1600-h/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378841545514217762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV74yd88SI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZLK1RKCE-GY/s200/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natasha is...also known as Natooshy.&lt;br /&gt;She hate, hate, HATES that nickname. But ever since Laura and I called her that, she has been dubbed Natooshy by a lot of people. Ahahaha. My powerful influence on 'Da World'. Jk, jk! Lets see, Natasha is a hitter, and not in terms of like baseball. She likes to hit people. [Ok, ok...I do too but she hits people whenever she gets pissed] Natooshy has this obsession with Michigan. When ever she comes back from Michigan all you hear is "Michigan this, Michigan that!" I'm not saying its a bad things...its just, ANNOYING! Natasha is really very nice. When ever you get in a fight with her, in a couple of day you would be laughing and having a great time. Natasha is a great friend...she's one of the best kind of friends you can have. I've known Natasha since...like 4th grade. And it's always been a pleasure to be her friend. Its so fun to be around her. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1010360994825885381?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1010360994825885381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/natasha-natooshy-ephriam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1010360994825885381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1010360994825885381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/natasha-natooshy-ephriam.html' title='Natasha &quot;Natooshy&quot; Ephriam'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV74yd88SI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZLK1RKCE-GY/s72-c/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-4848102392973859776</id><published>2009-09-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:50:10.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jilly'/><title type='text'>Jilly (Billy-illy) Turner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqRwJtMzutI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RIwRhK9laTw/s1600-h/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378547167041665746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqRwJtMzutI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RIwRhK9laTw/s200/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jillian is also one of my bestest friends. Her nickname from me is Jilly-Billy-Illy. There is also the nickname Kasi, but I don't use it that much. Jilly is the hyper one. She doesn't even need sugar to be loud. :] And I totally love her because of that. Jilly is a band-geek. But she isn't ashamed about it either. She is a brave, brave soul. She is a Linkin Park fan...more like MEGA FAN! She is obsessed with Linkin Park. And knows most of the lyrics of most of the songs. It is truly amazing. Jilly is an amazing person. I love herrr! Jilly, pidgeon and I are minions of the cookie monster, Jilly is chicken w/ some herbs flavored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-4848102392973859776?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/4848102392973859776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/jilly-billy-illy-turner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4848102392973859776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/4848102392973859776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/jilly-billy-illy-turner.html' title='Jilly (Billy-illy) Turner'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqRwJtMzutI/AAAAAAAAAw0/RIwRhK9laTw/s72-c/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-5031968700996526955</id><published>2009-09-06T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:30:23.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Izy Yuzu Truong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV7SEx7glI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pvZLSJz9dfI/s1600-h/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378840880414949970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV7SEx7glI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pvZLSJz9dfI/s200/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izy is one of my bestest friends too!&lt;br /&gt;I love her soo much! Her drawings are amazing, and her coloring is "outta this world!" WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Izy's nickname that I gave her is Yuzuki, we mixed Suki and Yuki together and got..Yuzuki! xD Izy and I have this little story-thing going on. It's called a chibi chat.&lt;br /&gt;Izy has this amazing ability to make up these cool little quotes. One example is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Not all princes are armed with a mighty sword or intricate shield... because no prince can protect my heart with some flimsy sword or sorry-excuse of a shield"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Izy is very dramatic, it's not a bad thing but sometimes it can get on people's nerves. But she is the most lovable Izy in the world. Izy's had some love issues, but she's still Izy even though she's hurt. That's what I love about her. Even through all her toubles she will always stay the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-5031968700996526955?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/5031968700996526955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/izy-yuzu-truong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5031968700996526955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/5031968700996526955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/izy-yuzu-truong.html' title='Izy Yuzu Truong'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV7SEx7glI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pvZLSJz9dfI/s72-c/PARTY+AND+STUFFY+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-1481339726126704239</id><published>2009-09-06T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:17:06.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cello'/><title type='text'>Sandra Dra-Dra Dai</title><content type='html'>Sandra is one of my bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;She is super neat and when she's around parents or teachers or...such she's extremely polite.&lt;br /&gt;But once she's with her friends, she is super funny! She is my spoon buddy! She is also my biking/baking/having a 3-way call buddy! I have a lot of fun when she's around. And even&lt;br /&gt;though she thinks her drawings are terrible, I think they are absolutely FANTABULOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although Sandra is very neat her room is a mess! xD Even Sandra thinks so!! But at least&lt;br /&gt;she's honest about it. I've known Sandra since I was in 4th grade, truth be told I didn't like her that much, my friend Clara was really good friends with Sandra and I was jealous! But in 7th grade...Sandra and I were in math class together. And we just became really good friends!! and I'm really glad we did...OH and Sandra plays the cello really, really, really well!&lt;br /&gt;Sandra is very good at drawing Noodle too. And not like spaghetti noodle, like...Noodle the blob!&lt;br /&gt;She's the most amazing friend, but get on her bad sad dun dun doooon!!! Any person who has Sandra as a friend is &lt;strong&gt;LUCKY as a DUCKY!!!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378564895734615842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSARpulzyI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3RJOz6Uj9Uo/s200/stuffies+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-1481339726126704239?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/1481339726126704239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sandra-dai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1481339726126704239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/1481339726126704239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sandra-dai.html' title='Sandra Dra-Dra Dai'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqSARpulzyI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3RJOz6Uj9Uo/s72-c/stuffies+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-3465261154633685705</id><published>2009-09-06T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:36:53.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super cookies'/><title type='text'>Juliann TK Li</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV8PzIuViI/AAAAAAAAAyM/EUWB6N3YEUY/s1600-h/02650004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378841940830606882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV8PzIuViI/AAAAAAAAAyM/EUWB6N3YEUY/s200/02650004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm copying Juliann Li...cuz she has extremely good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm starting with Juliann.&lt;br /&gt;My nickname for her is TK. I &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;She is soo funny!!! She is very obsessed with TW Dramas.Well, Asian dramas overall. And she has this random attitude thatjust springs up outta no where. She can make ANYONE laugh.Even when you're feeling sad, she can most definitely make you smile again.In Marshall, she LOVED super cookies. She has this obsession with them.She also has a blog, its... www.checkyesjuliann.blogspot.comGo check it out. Its very good :] Juliann and I don't talk as much as I wishwe did. She doesn't go on the computer that much, and whenever she's onI'm not. But she is one of my closest friends. and I love her becauseshe is so fun to be around, you will never get bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-3465261154633685705?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/3465261154633685705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-copying-juliann-li.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3465261154633685705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/3465261154633685705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-copying-juliann-li.html' title='Juliann TK Li'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/SqV8PzIuViI/AAAAAAAAAyM/EUWB6N3YEUY/s72-c/02650004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988861048332786690.post-7034740645921768806</id><published>2009-09-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:06:47.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Moving and friends</title><content type='html'>Well lets see....&lt;br /&gt;Currently living in VA, left sunny San Diego because my dad got a new job that "pays better".&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't complain, I've got a bunch of friends who move, and they get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;But I've had lived in San Diego for 13 1/2 years...and made a &lt;strong&gt;LOT &lt;/strong&gt;of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think that moving is a terrible experience...to have to pack everything thing up, and&lt;br /&gt;then ship it to some desolate area, just so you can UN-pack it. Not only that, but to leave all your friends behind...such a sad, sad world without friends. I should know, I spent the whole summer without friends. True, I went to camps, and meet people. But you can't call someone you spent a week or less with a friend. A friend is someone who knows your secrets. You can tell them ANYTHING and they won't tell anyone. A friend is...someone who will laugh when you trip and then trip you again. Or...at least my friends would. x]&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog post, and I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. Much less what I'm supposed to write. But I think, I'll just end with this.&lt;br /&gt;Bye 4 now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988861048332786690-7034740645921768806?l=itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/feeds/7034740645921768806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7034740645921768806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988861048332786690/posts/default/7034740645921768806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itonami-miuchi.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-and-friends.html' title='Moving and friends'/><author><name>Azn Grl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03602454012087467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYn4KJMHSQ4/TM9t_SjgToI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/VbJUEWNDni0/S220/slaughteraddictedchibi.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
