<?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-18431570</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:40.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slightly Opened Door to Anne's Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Caution:  extreme brightness not suitable for those with serious issues.  Wearing sunscreen is advised!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113803312462060948</id><published>2006-01-23T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T11:18:44.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would I Like To Do To Those People Who Create Spyware?</title><content type='html'>1)  First, I'd like to break into their house and download as much spyware as possible onto their computer to show them what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;2)  After they become frustrated to the point of throwing their computer out the window, I'll move in for the kill.&lt;br /&gt;*ponders on how this should be done*&lt;br /&gt;I'll start the process by chaining their legs and their arms together to minimize the risk of escape. &lt;br /&gt;3)  Then, I'll shoot off their big toes (credit to Dean Koontz for that idea) with some sort of weapon.  (If no gun's available, then I'll settle for a knife.)&lt;br /&gt;4)  I'll put as many aspirins as I can fit into their mouth, and I'll tape their lips shut with red duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Next, I'll lay them flat on their back, and I'll set some fresh dog crap on the duct tape.  Because their mouth is taped shut, they'll have to inhale through their nose and smell the droppings with every breath.&lt;br /&gt;6)  Now for the emotional torture!  I'll get statistics of how many computers were destroyed because of spyware, along with statistics for all the repair costs.  I'll tell them tragic stories about people in poverty who needed computers for their jobs, but couldn't afford new ones after having lost the old ones to viruses.  I'll see how bad that makes them feel, and I'll tell them more if I deem it necessary.&lt;br /&gt;7)  After that's done, I'll let them sit for a few hours so that they can wallow in their guilt.&lt;br /&gt;8)  I'll come back, induce some physical pain, and then I'll leave again so that they can wallow some more.&lt;br /&gt;(step 8 can be repeated a few times, if desired)&lt;br /&gt;9)  After they've suffered enough emotionally and physically, I'll either put them out of their misery and kill them, or I'll leave them to starve to death, depending on how merciful I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes the life of a despicable excuse for a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113803312462060948?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113803312462060948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113803312462060948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113803312462060948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113803312462060948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-would-i-like-to-do-to-those.html' title='What Would I Like To Do To Those People Who Create Spyware?'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113786521533891629</id><published>2006-01-21T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:43:02.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray Uplifters</title><content type='html'>Following a night of distress, I'm feeling more positive than negative this morning.  That probably results from the fact that I just finished Intensity, a great book by Dean Koontz, and it left me with a feeling of hope like most of his books tend to do.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I definitely need to start writing in here more.  Last night, I was chatting with Caroline, and I couldn't contain my distress.  I don't want people to see how I feel anymore because they never make me feel better... Purging my emotions in here is a much better alternative, and I hope I can get myself in the habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113786521533891629?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113786521533891629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113786521533891629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113786521533891629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113786521533891629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/gray-uplifters.html' title='Gray Uplifters'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113763801346042328</id><published>2006-01-18T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:33:33.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass the Mic</title><content type='html'>Main thoughts of today:&lt;br /&gt;1) People who stand around and arrogantly block the way in narrow hallways are extremely irritating and deserve to be shoved into mountains of dog droppings.  What's even worse is when you say excuse me (and are ignored), walk by, brush them slightly, and get complained at!  It's the times like that when the urge to fight back is almost irresistable.  Why must such people walk the planet?&lt;br /&gt;2) Our basketball team lost yesterday AND today... Why?!?&lt;br /&gt;3) Another why... why must I see such a horrible reflection in the mirror?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;4) And last... I don't want to go to school tomorrow.  I have to take the sci. vis. (piece of cake) and English (NOT a piece of cake) exams.  Of all the kinds of exams on the planet, English is not the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sums it up.  I need to get some serious sleepage for the exams tomorrow, so goodnight to whoever happens to read this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113763801346042328?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113763801346042328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113763801346042328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113763801346042328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113763801346042328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/pass-mic.html' title='Pass the Mic'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113753781007587582</id><published>2006-01-17T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:44:03.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant About a Serious B!tch</title><content type='html'>Okay... so I'm feeling sad because I'm always sore, which causes me to suck at track.  I was telling my dad about how I lost my social studies book, and I said, "There goes $50 down the drain."  My mom KNOWS that I'm feeling bad, yet she still erupts with, "WILL YOU JUST RELAX?!?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what better way to cheer someone up than to yell at them?!&lt;br /&gt;This, along with a few other things, is why I absolutely HATE HATE HATE her right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113753781007587582?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113753781007587582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113753781007587582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113753781007587582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113753781007587582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/rant-about-serious-btch.html' title='Rant About a Serious B!tch'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113711927625591421</id><published>2006-01-12T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:27:56.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>Track:  This is a big announcement... *drumroll*  At the meet, I got 3rd place in a race!  It might not seem like much, but it's to me like a lifetime supply of bananas is to a gorilla...  And 3rd place means that I scored points for my school!  HECK YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball:  I didn't suck nearly as horribly as I did at the last practice.  In fact, I think I played rather well today!  We scrimmaged with the other team, and I actually scored one.  I also stole the ball from this really aggressive girl on the other team a bunch of times, which I think made me stood out quite a bit as a good man to man player.  Time for another whopping HECK YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, with nothing disastrous happening, today definitely deserves to be considered good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113711927625591421?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113711927625591421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113711927625591421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113711927625591421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113711927625591421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113694679361397015</id><published>2006-01-10T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:33:13.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Pain</title><content type='html'>I switched from distance to sprinting, and I like it so much better.  It's more fun, and the people are really nice, so I'm definitely sticking with this.  No more being held back by Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, I feel kind of distressed.  I totally sucked at basketball, and that started this dreadful mood.  And I'm not just sad about my suckiness tonight... I'm sad about the uselessness of my life, my horrible looks, my loneliness, and all my other imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that someone I know has a baby...  And it's weird how even though you know others have it a lot worse than you, it's next to impossible to forget about your own problems.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113694679361397015?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113694679361397015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113694679361397015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113694679361397015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113694679361397015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/stubborn-pain.html' title='Stubborn Pain'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113686223881405157</id><published>2006-01-09T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:03:58.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still There</title><content type='html'>Imperfection&lt;br /&gt;Tainted mood&lt;br /&gt;Shattered halos&lt;br /&gt;Goodness skewed&lt;br /&gt;Probity ripped&lt;br /&gt;Realism rare&lt;br /&gt;And yet a light&lt;br /&gt;Can still be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like it, but I'm sick of pondering what I can do to improve it.  Maybe I'll perfect it in the future, but the chance of that is slim... Borderline anorexic slim.&lt;br /&gt;AH!  I feel like writing another poem or a story or something, but NO, it has to be 10 o'clock at night.  I wish I had more time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... my desire to not fall asleep in class tomorrow overpowers my desire to write.  I hope this urge continues on to somewhere in the future where I actually have lots of spare minutes in my hands.  'Til then, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113686223881405157?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113686223881405157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113686223881405157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113686223881405157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113686223881405157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-there.html' title='Still There'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113660294464677690</id><published>2006-01-06T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:12:16.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal, Bananas, and Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>I feel like writing about what I ate today, so here's my list. First I'll say the food I ate, and then I'll say the number of calories it contains in brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 cups of Rice Crispies cereal [200]&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 - 1 cup of skim milk [80]&lt;br /&gt;-1 banana [100]&lt;br /&gt;-about 4 tbsp. peanut butter (sigh) [380]&lt;br /&gt;-2 slices of bread [140]&lt;br /&gt;-5 slices of meat [70]&lt;br /&gt;-1 slice of cheese [80]&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 cup of Fruity Pebbles cereal [80]&lt;br /&gt;-1 sliced apple [?]&lt;br /&gt;-1 banana [100]&lt;br /&gt;-about 4 tbsp. of peanut butter (huge sigh) [380]&lt;br /&gt;-2 cups of Rice Crispies cereal [200]&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 - 1 cup of skim milk [80]&lt;br /&gt;-several snack sized candy bars (NOOO!!!) [?]&lt;br /&gt;-small amount of marinated chicken [?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda reluctant to see what all this stuff totals up to... oh well. *calculates*&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, not as bad as I thought. I got 1,890 from all the calorie numbers I knew, so the total amount I consumed probably isn't more than 2,500.&lt;br /&gt;I'd usually consider that absolutely horrible, but I burned 800 calories on my treadmill by walking 5 3/4 miles. And I can probably add 100 from the mile I walked in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;So, my estimate for today is 1,600, give or take a hundred calories. I guess that's not too much, especially since I'm still growing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My major weaknesses are cereal and peanut butter. Cereal's not that bad, but the number of calories in peanut butter is ridiculous! I told my mom to stop buying the kind I like so that I won't be tempted by it anymore... maybe that'll actually work.&lt;br /&gt;Another weakness is those snack sized candy bars. However, they're not much of a problem since I hardly ever have them around anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say about my diet today. Maybe if I count my calories in here everyday, I'll be more wary of what I eat. This plan, along with the RTPOE plan, should have nothing other than good results! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113660294464677690?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113660294464677690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113660294464677690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113660294464677690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113660294464677690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/cereal-bananas-and-peanut-butter.html' title='Cereal, Bananas, and Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113643181257500915</id><published>2006-01-04T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:34:28.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation?</title><content type='html'>This title is referring to 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1) My RTPOE (Remember the Pain of Eating) plan. This is a transformation of my eating habits, which I desperately hope I can stick with.&lt;br /&gt;2) Track. I told the coach that I might try sprints tomorrow... so this could possibly be a transformation from distance running to sprinting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... today was average. Many things got on my nerves, including the people I sit with at lunch, Shelley, and the large population of inconsiderate jerks in my school. Nothing too specific... the bad things just seemed to stick out more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home from school and track practice, I read almost non-stop for 3 hours and finished up a creepin' book called "Black Creek Crossing" by John Saul. I didn't like the way it was written, but the interesting events had me hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it's time for me to end this entry. I should be sleeping now rather than in class tomorrow, so goodbye and goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113643181257500915?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113643181257500915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113643181257500915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113643181257500915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113643181257500915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/transformation.html' title='Transformation?'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113632783380298819</id><published>2006-01-03T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:37:13.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RTPOE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;emember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my bathroom mirror last night and absolutely despised what I saw... so I decided that it's finally time to change my mentality.  For the past few months, food's been my greatest joy and comfort; now I'm going to try and shift it elsewhere.  In order to keep myself motivated, I'm going to write "RTPOE" on my arm everyday... When I look at it, I'll think of the agony I feel when I look into a mirror, and it'll inspire me to not overeat.  I hope I can stick with this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113632783380298819?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113632783380298819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113632783380298819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113632783380298819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113632783380298819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/rtpoe.html' title='RTPOE'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113624755223483690</id><published>2006-01-02T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:25:42.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Sleep is Plentiful</title><content type='html'>My dad's in the other room listening to this interesting song that I believe is called "These Eyes" by the Guess Who. Tomorrow is his birthday, but I didn't get him anything. I'm still kind of annoyed with him because of what he did on new years eve... Allow me to explain. We had some of our neighbors over for a little get together, and 2 of the kids were sitting in the kitchen with my brother and playing video games. I was craving to hear a song, so I came to the computer room (which is 10 feet away from the kitchen) to listen to it really quick... Then my dad came in and raised my anger to its highest peak. He said in an angry tone that I should be in the kitchen with our neighbors, pushed me (well, it was more like a nudge, but it was enough to piss me off), and almost called me a b*tch. Yeah, very unparently. It was obvious that he'd been drinking all day, but that's no excuse to act like a total @$$hole. I've never wanted to punch someone in the face as much as I did then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. I got to sleep in both my first and second period classes, and that's where I got the idea for my entry title. I'm kinda worried about third period, since I lost my textbook for the subject and can't find it anywhere. Fourth period was good, except Preston said I looked like the witch of the east in The Wizard of Oz, and I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. Probably bad, sigh, but I'll just block it out of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track was fun today. Shelley wasn't there to bring me down, but the other girls didn't exactly bring me up. We walked at least 90% of the time we were supposed to be running. :( Ah well, I'll just make up for the wasted time on my treadmill tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've considered today good if it hadn't rained... The drops just always seem to saturate everything with negativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113624755223483690?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113624755223483690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113624755223483690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113624755223483690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113624755223483690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-sleep-is-plentiful.html' title='Where Sleep is Plentiful'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113610249790224345</id><published>2006-01-01T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T03:10:11.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 No More</title><content type='html'>Well, another year's passed, and my childhood is fading away. In less than four years, I'll be driving and going off to college, which is a rather stunning thought.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are my resolutions for 2006:&lt;br /&gt;-Eat better, exercise more, and get a better body shape&lt;br /&gt;-Improve in track and basketball&lt;br /&gt;-Maintain extremely good grades&lt;br /&gt;-Improve my personality and social skills&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of at the moment, but I'm sure more will be added soon.&lt;br /&gt;One more day left of this Christmas break, which shows that time truly is unstoppable.  I realize now that every minute of life is precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113610249790224345?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113610249790224345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113610249790224345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113610249790224345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113610249790224345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2006/01/2005-no-more.html' title='2005 No More'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113601111047157861</id><published>2005-12-31T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:38:53.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Remix</title><content type='html'>"I was hoping to write a deep, thought-provoking entry, but chances aren't as good now... Just when I need to examine my emotions, they become scrambled as if they're strawberries and bananas being mixed inside a blender. Ah well, I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I think I feel distressed. Or a better word might be disturbed. My singleness, inexperience, and lack of hope for the short-term are all to blame for this emotion.&lt;br /&gt;But before I get too wrapped up in my sadness, I remember all the hope I have for the long-term. Even the ugliest and the fattest get married and live exceptional lives, so I have more good chances than bad.&lt;br /&gt;I need to make the hope overpower the distress, which it usually does anyway... but the little shadow of distress is always there. Don't get me wrong... I'm a very happy person. However, I'm also discontent. I feel like I haven't really lived yet. My curiosity keeps me wondering, "What's it like to live this way?" which makes it difficult to be satisfied. I hope that if I'm lucky enough to be granted another 20 years of life, I'll be able to find the answers and experience all the things I hope to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's this satisfying of curiosity that gives meaning to life.&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I depart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged that on my Myspace, so I figured I'd post it in here too. It pretty much describes how I feel right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113601111047157861?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113601111047157861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113601111047157861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113601111047157861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113601111047157861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/hope-remix.html' title='Hope Remix'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113591034782625623</id><published>2005-12-29T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:42:59.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 30 Calories!</title><content type='html'>Not much has been happening since Christmas. I've been enjoying my 3 main gifts: my treadmill, Pokemon Leaf Green game, and Beastie Boys CD's. And what's totally awesome is that I can use them all once! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I just got back from my 3rd basketball practice. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the practices, and I can't believe I almost dropped out. Everyone on my team is a good sport, and I feel like we're all equal. However, tonight's practice could've been a bit better because I was feeling pukish during most of it. I guess I ate too much before coming. Oh well, now that I know that, I can make the next practice even more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Now for something I don't love... I think I have laryngitis. I woke up this morning and couldn't talk at all, and I read online that secondhand smoke could be the cause. For the past week, I've been in the same house with 3 smokers, so I'm thinking that has something to do with this crap. I hope my voice comes back before school starts, and I also hope I can convince my dad to start smoking outside. You'd think he would if he caused his daughter to lose her voice, but I guess even that's not enough without persuasion. *sigh* Speaking of talking, I'm tired of it, even if it's through keys rather than vocal cords. I'll leave you all for a beloved clementine, which contains only 30 calories. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113591034782625623?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113591034782625623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113591034782625623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113591034782625623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113591034782625623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-30-calories.html' title='Only 30 Calories!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113562361012393899</id><published>2005-12-26T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:04:16.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, 2005</title><content type='html'>Christmas was good this year. :) I don't feel like making a long entry, so I'm going to list what I received.&lt;br /&gt;-Treadmill... hecka yeah!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;-Sounds of Science (The Beastie Boys) CD&lt;br /&gt;-Pokemon Leaf Green&lt;br /&gt;-Other various small things&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much sums it up!  Everything about the holiday was good, except for the fact that it came and went too quickly.  Now I'm going to leave you all, only to face the temptation of the tasty food lying about.  Merry late Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113562361012393899?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113562361012393899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113562361012393899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113562361012393899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113562361012393899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-2005.html' title='Christmas, 2005'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113528540673606778</id><published>2005-12-22T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:03:26.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to beat the crap out of my mom!!!!  She's randomly pissy and annoyingly forgetful, and she's just not fun to live with sometimes.  Thankfully, anger is fuel.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the shortness and randomness of this entry.  I either had to write it or vent it to someone in real life, and no one really wants to hear crap like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113528540673606778?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113528540673606778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113528540673606778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113528540673606778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113528540673606778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113528374899972768</id><published>2005-12-22T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:38:01.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression</title><content type='html'>I've taken a big step in my public speaking ability. I presented my book report on From the Corner of his Eye yesterday, and it was a big success. Now I can honestly say that I enjoy being in front of an audience, as long as I'm confident about what I'm talking about. This, along with other things, has brought to me a certain feeling of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I think the other cause of this hope is just the fact that I'm out of school for Christmas break. A voice inside me is calling and saying to exercise everyday, which I'm pretty sure I'll do. I don't get around to exercising after school anymore, since I'm never home during the daylight hours. Some would count track as exercise, but I won't, since Shelley always gets me to walk rather than run. Anyway, none of that matters now, because there's no school, Shelley, or track, just me and 11 days of free time.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113528374899972768?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113528374899972768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113528374899972768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113528374899972768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113528374899972768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/progression.html' title='Progression'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113513453476705891</id><published>2005-12-20T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:50:00.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First GAA Basketball Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="400" src="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/5817/rageagainstthemachine4fj.jpg" width="304" align="left" /&gt;See this picture? That's Rage Against the Machine, and the hot dude in the front is the main singer, Zack de la Rocha. He's almost as hot as his exotic last name. ;) I was looking at a picture of him in sci. vis., and this cool guy who loves the Beastie Boys said jokingly, "Why are you looking at a picture of Bob Marley?" HAHA! Very, very amusing. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of my girly side. Today was incredibly awesome! I didn't have to present my project in second period, but I'm going to be the first to present tomorrow... yikes! I'm nervous, but I'm ready to get that crap out of the way. I aced the test in third period, and I napped in fourth period, which is funny, considering it's gym class. Nothing out of the ordinary for track; Shelley was tolerable, and I attempted (unsuccessfully) to pole vault.&lt;br /&gt;The official highlight of my day occured less than 2 hours ago. My first GAA basketball practice was today, and it was totally AWESOME! At first I was thinking, Oh jeez, this is gonna suck. Boy, was I wrong, haha. Everyone was extremely nice, and I don't think I stood out too much as a sucky player. Our team is only about 8 people, so that'll probably make it more fun. I can just imagine us all becoming really good friends... ahh, that'd be nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today was my mom's birthday. In between track and basketball, our family went out to eat at this place called Tex &amp;amp; Shirley's. It wasn't the best... just figured I'd write that so that I'll remember not to go there again. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I had fun writing this entry. I think I'm getting the hang of this blogging stuff. B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113513453476705891?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113513453476705891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113513453476705891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113513453476705891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113513453476705891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-gaa-basketball-practice.html' title='First GAA Basketball Practice'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113495892585117665</id><published>2005-12-18T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:49:37.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra-Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Rather than a usual, 2-day-long weekend, I had 4 days off. Blessed ice... :) Guilford County Schools didn't even need to cancel school Friday, but I'm hecka glad they did! Anyway, I had fun these past 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of them was my sleepover with Cynthia. She stayed over at my house on Friday night... first, we met up at the park on our bikes, and then we went back to my house and chilled for a bit. After a while, we walked up to Big Lots and Kerr Drugs with $4 and bought candy. :P Along with that, we ordered pizza when we got home. It was a night of many indulgences!&lt;br /&gt;We also took pictures... A LOT of pictures. Some of them turned out really, really good, so I might post them in here one day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad Cynthia and me became good friends. It's so convenient because we live extremely close to each other, and she's always willing to hang out. I can just imagine summer... us riding to each other's house every day... tons of sleepovers... walking to the stores... Okay, enough of that. If that ever becomes reality, then life'll be so much more fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;The idea of summer has reminded me of winter break... It's only 3 days away! It was going to be 2 days, but now we have to go to school on Wednesday to make up for the ice. Ah well... however many days, I can't wait until it finally arrives.&lt;br /&gt;And YIKES!!!! I have to present my language arts project this week. Five whole minutes in front of the eyes of my classmates. I'm extremely nervous... :( Can't wait until it's over with.&lt;br /&gt;Phew! I'm getting tired of writing. Other than the Cynthia sleepover, I haven't really done much this weekend. 'Til next time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113495892585117665?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113495892585117665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113495892585117665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113495892585117665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113495892585117665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/extra-long-weekend.html' title='Extra-Long Weekend'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113466338947310119</id><published>2005-12-15T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:34:37.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Good!</title><content type='html'>I went to church with Cynthia last night, and it was really fun! It sparked an extra bit of cheer in me along with a desire to get closer to God. I think I'm going to start going with her every week; it can do nothing but good. :)&lt;br /&gt;Along with that, there was freezing rain last night, and so school was canceled today! :) Perfect timing... I was going to have to give a presentation, and now I'll have a whole extra day to practice.&lt;br /&gt;*happy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could perfectly word the warm feelings I have right now, but I can't. I just hope that when I look back on this entry, I'll be able to remember how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like all of us in this storm between birth and death, I can wreak no great changes on the world, only small changes for the better, I hope, in the lives of those I love."&lt;br /&gt;-Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote just seems suitable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="3"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/123/christmas12ew.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/4589/christmas26sz.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/8058/christmas32tf.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/6628/christmas41lf.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/4622/christmas52ei.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/8540/christmas62pu.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/121/christmas77gu.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/4531/christmas88sa.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/8427/christmas97sv.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/7871/christmas105ux.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/9289/christmas117nv.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/2503/christmas127jv.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/51/christmas136tu.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img328.imageshack.us/img328/5930/christmas142pd.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img328.imageshack.us/img328/5669/christmas151ya.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img328.imageshack.us/img328/6726/christmas168vb.gif" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img328.imageshack.us/img328/4852/christmas175vb.png" width="100" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" src="http://img328.imageshack.us/img328/6135/christmas184hf.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113466338947310119?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113466338947310119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113466338947310119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113466338947310119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113466338947310119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113435399871818903</id><published>2005-12-11T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:26:07.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.423477c6191bdc64b027ba16cfd28582-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img height="239" alt="Freckle" src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/30/423477c6191bdc64b027ba16cfd28582-.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^This is Freckle... Carmen asked me to take care of him until the end of winter break. He's fat and squishy, and he feels like a cotton ball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.feafdcfbfa402d2f30cee86788e394dd-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img height="231" alt="Tigger" src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/30/feafdcfbfa402d2f30cee86788e394dd-.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Looks like Tigger's ready for Christmas ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty boring... all I did was chill on the computer and work on my project. I'm almost done with it, thank Heavens!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was Caro's birthday party, and it was pretty fun. She had some really tasty cupcakes! :P And she liked my gift. I got her a HIM shirt with a picture of the lead singer, Ville, on it, and she was pleased with it. All of the gifts her parents gave her were HIM related... she got a HIM blanket, some HIM gloves, and a long-sleeved HIM shirt. Hahaha, so my gift fit in really well. For the last 30 minutes of the party, we watched a bit of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and that was fun because we laughed at a lot of random parts, including a bunch of the things the transexual guy said and the "Damnit... Janet!" tune. Haha, good times... I was reluctant to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Once I was home again, I talked on the phone with Cynthia for five hours. That's definitely my new record.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the one weekend that was supposed to be centered around school work wound up being centered around friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113435399871818903?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113435399871818903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113435399871818903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113435399871818903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113435399871818903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/animal-photos.html' title='Animal Photos'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113418883863990275</id><published>2005-12-09T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:27:18.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day With Stressful Feelings</title><content type='html'>Ice last night... school delayed two hours this morning!  I was very happy.  Today was good except for when this guy on my bus pissed me off.  I was walking to the bus stop, and he rolled down his window and said, "HURRY UP!!!"  I ran the rest of the way to avoid any extra crap.  Now I want to brutally murder him just for making me feel like an idiot.  *adds his name to the list*&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's one stress to another, because now I'm thinking about my annoying language arts project.  I don't feel like wasting a weekend on it.  Cynthia didn't stay over after all, but I've wasted just as much time as if she were here.  I was at the mall for a while, and I bought a HIM shirt for Caroline, since her birthday party is tomorrow.  I've also been playing gameboy.  (Pokemon yellow to be specific)  However, not a minute of my afternoon went to my schoolwork... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I need to put ice on my legs, because I think I have shin splints.  Yeah, life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate society for setting the definition of "ugly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113418883863990275?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113418883863990275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113418883863990275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113418883863990275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113418883863990275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-day-with-stressful-feelings.html' title='Good Day With Stressful Feelings'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113409171756660306</id><published>2005-12-08T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:02:44.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Various Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/4553/dragongraphic8lb.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img270.imageshack.us/img270/4149/dragongraphic9gd.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;That's my sci. vis. dragon... he was pretty fun to make. :)&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... Oh man, I'm gonna have a hectic weekend. I need to buy a gift, have a sleepover with Cynthia, and go to Caro's party, and those things'll take up all of Friday and Saturday. And then I'll have to finish up my language arts project on Sunday. I'm used to doing absolutely nothing, so this is gonna be different, but possibly in a good way. I can't wait 'til Christmas break, when there's nothing school-related to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of wintery things, there's supposed to be freezing rain tonight, which means school might get delayed tomorrow. Man, that'd be AWESOME!! Two more wonderful hours of sleep. :) Stephanie was telling me to pray for 4 feet of snow, haha, but I'm happy with anything that gets us out of school. Even if it's just cold, icky ice.&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Rage Against the Machine a lot lately, all thanks to Garrison. I knew him as an acquaintance at All Star Youth Camp, but now we chit-chat on AIM quite a bit. Rage Against the Machine has really catchy guitar toons, and they're a pretty unique band. After knowing them for only two days, I'm addicted. Haha. I've also started listening to Avenged Sevenfold... they add these touches to their songs that make them even more irresistible, if ya know what I mean. ;) Oh! And then there's the Bloodhound Gang, who're exactly like the Beastie Boys, only more sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah... I could go on and on, but I'll just end it with this statement:  music is most positively the greatest thing ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113409171756660306?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113409171756660306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113409171756660306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113409171756660306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113409171756660306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/various-ramblings.html' title='Various Ramblings'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113399981358279531</id><published>2005-12-07T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:40:52.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Track Meet/Loss of a Grandma/Almost Fire</title><content type='html'>I had the first track meet of my life today, and nothing too disastrous happened! :) I was nowhere close to first in either of races (I was even the last person from my school to finish the 2nd one), but I still feel really good. It's nice to have so many people there to cheer for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that good news, I have some bad news as well. My grandmother died today... I'm not that sad since I never saw her much, and she didn't live the most wonderful life being sick and in a nursing home. However, I'm really distressed for my dad... I don't want him to be sad. Hope everything works out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this isn't as major, but there was a fire in our oven today. My mom was panicing; she could barely settle down enough to read the instructions on the fire extinguisher. Ah well, she managed to get it out before it spread. Now there's this smoke-like stuff in the kitchen, and I hold my breath every time I go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ups and downs today... time to get back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe the universe is sort of like an unimaginably vast musical instrument with an infinite number of strings. And every human being, every living thing, is a string on that instrument. The decisions each of us makes and the acts that he commits are like vibrations passing through a guitar string. Vibrations in one string set up soft, sympathetic vibrations in all the other strings, through the entire body of the instrument. Sometimes these sympathetic vibrations are very apparent, but a lot of the time, they're so subtle that you can hear them only if you're unusually perceptive. When you cut Naomi's string, you put an end to the effects that her music would have on the lives of others and on the shape of the future. You struck a discord that can be heard, however faintly, all the way to the farthest end of the universe. That discord sets up lots of other vibrations, some of which will return to you in ways you might expect--and some in ways you could never see coming. Of the things you couldn't have seen coming, I'm the worst."&lt;br /&gt;-Tom Vanadium, From the Corner of his Eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113399981358279531?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113399981358279531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113399981358279531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113399981358279531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113399981358279531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/track-meetloss-of-grandmaalmost-fire.html' title='Track Meet/Loss of a Grandma/Almost Fire'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113382664663369568</id><published>2005-12-05T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:13:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List &amp; Note Writing</title><content type='html'>1) Treadmill&lt;br /&gt;2) Pokemon Leaf Green version&lt;br /&gt;3) The Beastie Boys - Sounds of Science CD&lt;br /&gt;4) Strike Anywhere - Exit English CD&lt;br /&gt;5) Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;6) Forever Odd by Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;7) Intensity by Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;8) A video/DVD for learning Arabic&lt;br /&gt;9) A cool sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want so far, and the treadmill will probably be counted as a "family gift." Can't wait 'til the holiday's finally here! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, it was supposed to snow today, but it didn't... I hate having my hopes up for nothing. My brother's watching the weather man right now, and he said it's supposed to snow on Thursday. But hah, you can trust weather predictions like you can trust a parrot to come out of your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to become obsessed with writing notes; I probably write at least one a day now. This morning, Cynthia handed me a note pad with a message on it and said it was our "note" book, so now I'll be note-writing non-stop. Hee hee, this should be fun. B) I recently started writing in cursive rather than print because it keeps me focused, not to mention that it's twenty times more fun! It conveniently keeps me awake because I'm always concentrating so hard on making it look nice. I guess I should be paying attention, but note-writing's a heckuva lot better than dozing off, and as long as I'm still ace-ing tests, I don't really give a flying crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113382664663369568?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113382664663369568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113382664663369568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113382664663369568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113382664663369568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-list-note-writing.html' title='Christmas List &amp; Note Writing'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113375171124474206</id><published>2005-12-04T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:01:51.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been getting around to blogging lately... which sucks.  I feel like I need to write everyday, just like I need to run track everyday, to get better.  Anyway, this weekend was a lot better than the days preceding it.  The distress of being alone went away, and it doesn't even come back when I'm chatting with Caroline.  Even though we're still talking a lot and stuff, I sense a kind of distance between us.  I just think it's the fact that we're different now, and there's no way to change that.  I hope the sadness doesn't come back tomorrow at school, when reality's rubbed in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this is pretty random, but I passionately love the internet.  I can surf around and forget all about life, which leads me to a confession:  I've started playing the Pokemon gameboy games again.  It takes my mind off things, not to mention it's addictive and dangerously fun!  I've decided to ask for Leaf Green version for Christmas, haha.  That'll be the one thing on my list that I DON'T tell my friends about.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just read over this entry, and I actually feel kind of good about it!  Normally I think my entries suck pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;On a more Arabic note, I've been slacking. :(  I really, really, really, REALLY want to learn it, but I just haven't been making myself study it.  Maybe if I blog more, I'll study Arabic more, because blogging always makes me wish I could type in Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;Better news:  I didn't overeat today!  I felt like I ate waaaay too much on Friday and Saturday, but today I kept the amount reasonable.  w00t!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, mentioning Friday, I went and saw Harry Potter 4 with Shelley.  The movie was okay but definitely not my favorite.  Shelley was rather tolerable, so I was both surprised and relieved.  The main thing was that she told me two guys had officially liked me in middle school.  I've needed to hear this for SO long.  Thank Heavens for this spark of hope!&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I've said all I want to say.  I hope this entry sounds good even with its randomness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113375171124474206?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113375171124474206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113375171124474206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113375171124474206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113375171124474206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While...'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113330507127438317</id><published>2005-11-29T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:57:51.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Feel About My Singleness?</title><content type='html'>My best buddy Caroline got her first boyfriend yesterday, and it really got me thinking.  I'm the only one of my friends now who's never had a boyfriend, and sometimes I find it really distressing.  I'm scared to death that I'll always be single and die alone... what hope do I have?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish the best for Caroline and her boyfriend, and I hope she stays the same sweet, innocent girl that she is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113330507127438317?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113330507127438317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113330507127438317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113330507127438317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113330507127438317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-feel-about-my-singleness.html' title='How To Feel About My Singleness?'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113299192812491311</id><published>2005-11-26T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T11:21:53.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>%$#&amp; Life!</title><content type='html'>Horrible mood: extreme depression with occasional surges of fury.&lt;br /&gt;I foresee the good cry I'm going to have in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving SUCKED, like always. I &lt;em&gt;HATE&lt;/em&gt; being with my family. I tried to explain that to my mom, but when I mentioned the word family, she seemed like she wouldn't understand, so I didn't try to explain any further.&lt;br /&gt;1) On every holiday involving a family get-together, my 10-year-old cousin, who's more like a 7-year-old than a 10-year-old, always asks to spend the night. She stayed over Thanksgiving night, which automatically threw 2 of my precious days in the garbage, because when she's here, I'm required to stay inside with her at all times. Two days without a walk has caused me to suffer horribly, and I'm seriously amazed that I'm still sane. All she ever wants to do is play video and computer games, and I have to sit there and watch... I don't see why I have to put up with this bullsh!t when I'm 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;2) These looks that 2 of my relatives gave me all afternoon totally ruined my time. Of course my room got peeped into, but this time it was only by my grandmother. Her and a woman named Linda who's somehow my "aunt" were the two main women guests, so natually I was with them more than my other relatives. They asked a ton of random questions and made me feel awkward all the time. But the worst thing was that they gave me these looks that were either full of pity or full of disgust... Every time I met their stare, I could tell that they were thinking something, be it selfish or caring, about my unfortunate-looking face. That pisses me off. &lt;strong&gt;That &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; pisses me off&lt;/strong&gt;. Not just at them, but at the entire human race. If only it was just the select few who were like that, rather than every last person on the planet... The few could be hunted down and killed one-by-one, and the world would actually be a pleasant place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sadness and anger progressing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS are always the cause of my misery. WHY THE $%&amp;amp;# DO THEY MATTER SO MUCH?!?!? Tons of people say they like others based on what's inside and not out, but that's a load of camel droppings. Not one guy has ever liked me, and it'll probably be that way for the rest of my life, because life &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't find hope for future happiness, but I also hate the idea of suicide and death. And I can't decide if suicide is a sin or not... I couldn't do it anytime soon, but if I'm a virgin when I'm in my 40's, the idea of death will seem quite pleasant. And it bothers me that there's so many other people out there like me, who can't ever find a friend or a lover because of bad looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a reason why I'm so ugly, I hope to the Heavens that I find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113299192812491311?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113299192812491311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113299192812491311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113299192812491311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113299192812491311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/life.html' title='%$#&amp; Life!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113280004703368217</id><published>2005-11-23T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:44:14.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Two Days</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been slightly interesting...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon I went to the Thanksgiving parade with Caro and then to her house afterwards.  I'd told my mom that I'd call her when I needed to be picked up, but I wound up staying 'til 11, when Caroline's mom offered to give me a ride.  My mom was pissed when I got home, which, of course, caused me to become pissed as well.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the frustration from last night carried over to this morning, for I woke up in a weird mood.  I kept having the urge to be violent... I was fantasizing about punching people in the face and doing other things to make them suffer.  I even imagined murdering Ben Fitzgerald, but I couldn't come up with a scenario in which I got away with it.  The violent mood continued on 'til I got in the shower, and then it was replaced by depression and self-hate.  It was pretty extreme, too, but I don't feel like going into as much detail about it.&lt;br /&gt;With all the bad emotions, I either had to do something stress relieving or something crazy and regrettable, so I chose stress relieving.  ;)  I went on one of my longest walks, which brought me to the Big Lots shopping center.  The activity was just the thing to bring my mood back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's everything of significance that's happened recently.  I would write about the reasons why I dislike Thanksgiving, but my mom and brother are talking in the kitchen and I'd be too distracted to make it sound interesting.  I'll just write about it tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113280004703368217?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113280004703368217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113280004703368217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113280004703368217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113280004703368217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/previous-two-days.html' title='Previous Two Days'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113253161753781187</id><published>2005-11-20T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:23:48.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs of My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:22px;"&gt;ﻦﺴﻨﺟ ﻥﺍ ﻲﻤﺳﺍ ﺎﻧﺍ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a day of much enlightenment! I now know most of the Arabic alphabet letters along with how to type them. I have yet to master pronounciation, though... That's the one thing that discourages me.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of that, I'm sticking with this language. No matter how confusing it is, I know I can learn it if I really want to. Besides, it's probably less hard than it seems... *crosses fingers and wishes to the stars*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less hopeful note, I feel like I've eaten way too much today. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;-2 bananas&lt;br /&gt;-2 servings of peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;-2 big bowls and 1 small bowl of cereal&lt;br /&gt;-a little bit of chicken&lt;br /&gt;-about 3/4 cups of fat and sugar free chocolate pudding&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that's all. It doesn't seem like a lot when I look at the list, but cereal and peanut butter have way more calories than you'd think. I desperately need to control those addictions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another not-so-pleasant thing: I think I might have shin splints. However, I admit that the timing could be worse. I only have to go to one practice this week, and then I have a long 5-day weekend to relax and let them heal. I'll probably get some good running shoes during that time, so maybe that'll stop the problem altogether.&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, I don't even know for a fact that I have shin splints; I just think it's highly likely that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've made the best of everything, I can conclude this entry. Peace be with anybody and everybody who happens to read this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113253161753781187?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113253161753781187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113253161753781187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113253161753781187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113253161753781187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/ups-and-downs-of-my-day.html' title='Ups and Downs of My Day'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113227734784192478</id><published>2005-11-17T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:57:58.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Eventful Day</title><content type='html'>Quite a few interesting things happened today... here they are in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sci. Vis.:&lt;/strong&gt; We had to start our next project today, in which we design an animated character. I figured out all that I need to know about 3ds Max, and now I've just got to come up with something that actually looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World History:&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. Szitas stated something about "Doitschland," (incorrect spelling; another name for Germany) and apparently Jessica missed what he'd said and blurted out, "What did you say about Doosh-land?" Everyone cracked up, including myself. B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health:&lt;/strong&gt; Our class had to sit in the auditorium because there was a guest speaker who talked about the dangers of smoking. Everything shown by the speaker was &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; disturbing. First and worst, the speaker had a laryngectomy, or a surgical removal of the larynx, which is around the Adam's apple and contains the voice box. Because of smoking, she developed cancer there and had to have it removed. On her throat was a hole that she needed to breath through, although she had a cover-like thing for it for during most of the presentation. Her voice was like that of a weak robot's, only much more perturbing. Every couple of words when she had to take a breath, her throat would move back as the breathing hole cover would make this odd, mechanical sucking noise. There were many times when I couldn't stand to see it and had to look away. Another disturbing thing about the presentation was the information on secondhand smoke. We were told that 5 minutes of secondhand smoke is equal to smoking one cigarette. This really shocked me because I'm around my dad all the time, and he smokes a &lt;em&gt;lot.&lt;/em&gt; I've probably received the damage of at least 5 packs thanks to him. Along with the spoken information, we were shown the difference between a healthy lung and a smoker's lung. Very, very nasty sight to see, even though they were just pigs' lungs instead of humans'. Anyway, the speaker definitely got her message through. I don't think anybody could smoke after witnessing that presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track:&lt;/strong&gt; Shelley left early, so I wasn't dragged down to her speed. Instead, I stuck with Amanda and Mollie, so I actually got to run. MAN, it pisses me off that Shelley's been keeping me from getting the best workout I possibly can. If she sticks with track, I have no idea how I'm going to survive the whole season. I guess I'll just remain optimistic and hope that she drops out early in the season with an excuse, just like she did in cross country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the main parts of my day summed up for ya! Hope it was at least slightly enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113227734784192478?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113227734784192478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113227734784192478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113227734784192478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113227734784192478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/semi-eventful-day.html' title='Semi-Eventful Day'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113202141126483759</id><published>2005-11-14T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:56:15.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Track &amp; A Little Internet Crush</title><content type='html'>Indoor track tryouts were today... and I went to them. Everyone who showed up was automatically put on the team, so that was quite a relief. I liked everything about the first practice EXCEPT:&lt;br /&gt;1) Having to hang out with Shelley. She annoyed the crap out of me in several ways today... the first one being that she was acting like a total know-it-all about track stuff, since she was on the cross country team. Everything she told me was either obvious or it was something I didn't need to hear, and that got old pretty fast. Another thing was that she'd ask me to walk with her when she couldn't run any longer. I hope I figure out a way to say no, because I don't need someone to keep me on a lower level than I actually am. I want to do MY best, not hers. Oh, and later on she commented on how we "run about the same speed." That &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; angered me. First of all, that's an insult, and second of all, it's a fallacy. We obviously DON'T run the same speed, since she needs to stop all the time, and I most definitely do not. *frustrated sigh* The other things she did to annoy me were just the usual ways of Shelley. I think you'd have to meet her and hang out with her for a while to really understand how not fun she is to be around. And with that, I conclude rant #1.&lt;br /&gt;2) Mollie tried out for track. *groan* She ALWAYS has to be the best, so my goal is to be faster than her. She doesn't even want to be on the team, but her dad's making her join. That just makes it that much more annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that second rant didn't continue on as long as I thought it would. I guess rant #1 received most of my intensity. Anyway, getting that out of my system left me in a much better mood than before. Other than those two people, track's going to be tremendously awesome. I've got the vibes! B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing subjects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have an internet crush! I met this really, really, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; hot middle eastern punkish guy who's about my age, and my hormones are going &lt;em&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/em&gt; I've only seen two pictures of him, but I'm so attracted to foreign, punkish, and eye-appealing things that I can't help but fawn over him. I feel shallow and immature, but at the same time I feel extremely happy. His face is the new face of my dream guy... it's truly too good looking for words. I wonder how long this little crush'll last? I guess I've gotta just wait and see. &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113202141126483759?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113202141126483759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113202141126483759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113202141126483759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113202141126483759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/track-little-internet-crush.html' title='Track &amp; A Little Internet Crush'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113185406778548039</id><published>2005-11-12T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:16:19.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dracula &amp; Other Book Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I finished Dracula this morning... woo hoo! It ended rather suddenly, but it was still an excellent read. The whole book was made of entries from the main characters' diaries along with various letters, telegrams, and etc put together in sequence to tell the story. It's &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; well written, and it's worthy enough to be on my fanlistings... muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm moving on to &lt;u&gt;From the Corner of His Eye&lt;/u&gt; by Dean Koontz. I've heard it's pretty good, but then again, I've never read a book by Dean Koontz that wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;OH! At the end of November, &lt;u&gt;Forever Odd&lt;/u&gt; is coming out. It's a sequel to &lt;u&gt;Odd Thomas&lt;/u&gt;, which I think is one of Dean Koontz's best. Yippee!... something to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113185406778548039?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113185406778548039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113185406778548039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113185406778548039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113185406778548039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/dracula-other-book-ramblings.html' title='Dracula &amp; Other Book Ramblings'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113177878260855454</id><published>2005-11-12T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T02:02:22.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments &amp; A Cereal Rant</title><content type='html'>I'm almost done with Dracula... Hooray! I've been needing to finish it so that I can start on my book for language arts. Ten more pages to go, and by tomorrow morning, they'll be gone. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out how to do cartwheels today!! *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;I also walked about 4-5 miles, breakdanced, and shot hoops. I'm not usually this productive on weekends... I need to make this a habit! &lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Which somehow reminds me, cereal is the spawn of Satan. It tastes way too good, and it's a temptation every time I open the pantry. Man, if cereal never existed, I'd weigh at least 5 pounds less than I do now... If only it didn't have so many MOTHERFRIGGEN' calories. &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113177878260855454?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113177878260855454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113177878260855454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113177878260855454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113177878260855454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/accomplishments-cereal-rant.html' title='Accomplishments &amp; A Cereal Rant'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113166389487798353</id><published>2005-11-10T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:09:27.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Photos</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are some pictures I took of Monday's sunset. B) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.b3b11f9d196eed1edd8bb1325395e8be-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/30/b3b11f9d196eed1edd8bb1325395e8be-.jpg" width="308" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.7f6a0338b88f14dde916a80ab4acc1df-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/30/7f6a0338b88f14dde916a80ab4acc1df-.jpg" width="308" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.67c76597467313e9bcebfab7c261d2ed-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/30/67c76597467313e9bcebfab7c261d2ed-.jpg" width="308" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.afff0a0b398a87d6c85dad710934b516-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/30/afff0a0b398a87d6c85dad710934b516-.jpg" width="308" height="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113166389487798353?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113166389487798353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113166389487798353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113166389487798353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113166389487798353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunset-photos_10.html' title='Sunset Photos'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113154373568651435</id><published>2005-11-09T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:07:26.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci. Vis. Pictures</title><content type='html'>I'm in Sci. Vis. class right now, and I decided to take a blogging break since I'm not exactly sure what to do to finish my animation.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my pool table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="175" src="http://img278.imageshack.us/img278/8500/minipooltable7ah.png" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a result of my boredom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/6053/animation5zp.gif" border="0" width="280" height="303" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish they had a plain graphic design class at Southwest. I don't like all this 3d stuff... I'd go insane if I had to do it for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures of the sunset that I took 2 days ago, so I'll probably put some of those on here after I get home from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113154373568651435?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113154373568651435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113154373568651435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113154373568651435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113154373568651435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/sci-vis-pictures.html' title='Sci. Vis. Pictures'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113149779417287214</id><published>2005-11-08T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:10:41.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas, Decisions, and Plans!</title><content type='html'>While on a walk today, I realized that I might like to be an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;author!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was thinking about Dean Koontz and his extremely awesome books, when I realized that writing might be the career for me, too! He's influenced my life in numerous ways, but I never expected that he'd actually affect my plans for the future. Oh, how I obsess over him! His stories have motivated me, and now I'm &lt;em&gt;determined&lt;/em&gt; to write a phenomenal book before I die.&lt;br /&gt;I've already thought of a few potential plots, but I'm going to keep my eyes open for more ideas. There's so many possible things to write about but very, very few that I'm satisfied with.&lt;br /&gt;Do I still want to be a graphic designer? I'm not so sure... I guess if writing doesn't go well, I can just stick with my previous plans.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to remember this: age isn't a limit; it's an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I have NO limits. &lt;em&gt;NONE!&lt;/em&gt; As long as I believe that, I'll go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the main idea/decision/plan of my day.&lt;br /&gt;My other one is my plan to walk home from school for the next two days. Big woo hoo compared to my other revelation, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113149779417287214?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113149779417287214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113149779417287214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113149779417287214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113149779417287214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/ideas-decisions-and-plans.html' title='Ideas, Decisions, and Plans!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113141618365874203</id><published>2005-11-07T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:56:22.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings--Report Card &amp; Photographic Memory</title><content type='html'>My school gave out report cards today and I got an A, A, A, and A. &lt;em&gt;All&lt;/em&gt; A's! YES!!! I was &lt;em&gt;incredibly&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first actual high school report card. Apparently I have a GPA now, too. 4.5, baby. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;The cheerfulness is getting to me. While I was on AIM, I couldn't stop saying random, stupid, and sometimes funny crap. I wish I still had the IM windows up, so I could just copy and paste some examples. &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is off-topic, but my brain'll explode if I don't express my thoughts on it: "Photographic memory." I've met about 3 people now who've said they have it, but I don't really think they have &lt;em&gt;extreme&lt;/em&gt; photographic memory. You get what I'm saying? Like, I think there's levels of how photographic your memory can be, and I highly doubt that anybody I know has the most extreme level. In that case, I have a little bit of it myself, but I definitely don't have it to the extent of it being considered &lt;em&gt;extreme&lt;/em&gt;. I find it quite baffling to even try to imagine being able to memorize whole pages, like that person who could recite the whole Qur'an. (Or maybe it was the Torah...) Man, it must really be something.&lt;br /&gt;And now, with the suddenness that gives life pizzaz, I conclude this entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113141618365874203?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113141618365874203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113141618365874203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113141618365874203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113141618365874203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/ramblings-report-card-photographic.html' title='Ramblings--Report Card &amp; Photographic Memory'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113129304760687779</id><published>2005-11-06T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T11:09:59.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Favorite Friendship</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the Thompson party with Kate and Kaitlyn... They weren't getting along or something, so Kaitlyn snuck away. Because of that, I hung out with Kate for most of the evening. I see why I've never become very good friends with her... She just seems too concerned with being "cool." If I hung out with those two more than I did, my life would be a lot worse... no doubt about it. They're just not uplifting people, and they don't offer what I need in friendships. People like that make me appreciate my real friends more. Caroline, Jenna, Cynthia, Stephanie, and Jenny, you guys make all the crap I deal with worth it. Many thanks to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113129304760687779?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113129304760687779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113129304760687779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113129304760687779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113129304760687779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-my-favorite-friendship.html' title='Not My Favorite Friendship'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113121672397766671</id><published>2005-11-05T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:58:57.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GAA Basketball Tryouts</title><content type='html'>Katie and I are going to play on a GAA basketball team together this year. We went to the "skills assessment" thing today, and it was much easier than the school tryouts; there were very few people watching, so I wasn't as nervous.  The coaches looked at 4 skills: free throws, layups, dribbling, and passing. Katie did better at the shooting than me, but we tied in dribbling, and I actually did better than her at passing! (Keep in mind that I haven't played since I was in elementary school, and she's been playing for the past 4 years.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, this winter's going to be fun! &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113121672397766671?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113121672397766671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113121672397766671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113121672397766671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113121672397766671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/gaa-basketball-tryouts.html' title='GAA Basketball Tryouts'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113115731883633676</id><published>2005-11-04T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:26:48.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Created From Excessive Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm just as social as all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Although your judging looks are a balk&lt;br /&gt;With a nudge, I lose my reticence&lt;br /&gt;So greet me with a smile and sweet talk&lt;/center&gt;Haha, it must be obvious that I'm bored because this is my third entry in 45 minutes. I'll try to hold off on the blogging for a while. &lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I'm incredibly annoyed by the suckiness of that poem... oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113115731883633676?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113115731883633676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113115731883633676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113115731883633676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113115731883633676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/poem-created-from-excessive-boredom.html' title='Poem Created From Excessive Boredom'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113115557800028674</id><published>2005-11-04T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:55:46.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Everything Happens For a Reason...</title><content type='html'>I've been pondering this idea very much lately. What if?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if everything happens for a reason, then I wasn't meant to talk. Most of the major injuries I've experienced affected my mouth, so perhaps that's nature's way of saying shut up.&lt;br /&gt;I also wasn't meant to play basketball, but I'm sure that's quite obvious after reading my previous few entries. If that's nature's wish, then I apologize, for it won't be coming true.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'm having a brain blank. The main thing I've thought about concerning this theory is my not being meant to talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But yet I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113115557800028674?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113115557800028674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113115557800028674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113115557800028674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113115557800028674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='If Everything Happens For a Reason...'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113115477169006622</id><published>2005-11-04T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:39:31.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Limewire... Good or Bad?</title><content type='html'>Because I was feeling so musically deprived, I couldn't resist the urge to download Limewire.  On their site it said that there's no spyware or any other crap, so I'm hoping that they're correct.  *Crosses fingers*  If anybody can tell me for a fact that it'll destroy my computer, please say so now, before it's too late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113115477169006622?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113115477169006622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113115477169006622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113115477169006622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113115477169006622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/limewire-good-or-bad.html' title='Limewire... Good or Bad?'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113097521059405188</id><published>2005-11-02T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:54:43.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Many Emotions</title><content type='html'>I feel...&lt;br /&gt;-Happy: A black guy who hangs out with my gym class said I should be a model, and this girl he was with agreed. After I said, "Maybe if I wear a ton of make up," they replied and said I didn't need any. I was &lt;em&gt;amazed&lt;/em&gt; that anybody could actually find me not repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;-Annoyed: Mr. Szitas picked on me for saying the word "like" once when I answered a question today.&lt;br /&gt;-Frustrated: with my dad and all the people who've ever purposely lowered my confidence. (Ben Fitzgerald, Joe Lee, Brian Kohn, etc.) My dad was the main person who made me nervous about basketball tryouts by saying stuff like, "Anne, girls have been practicing since they were five, and you've barely played at all," yet he'd never really encouraged me to join sports while I was young.  Sometimes I almost hate him for not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;-Sad: I can't pinpoint the reason for this, and I'm not feeling it as much as I am the other emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done with explaining how I feel, I'm going to express my appreciation of daylight savings time. Because we set our clocks back, it gets darker earlier, forcing me to get my exercise done before it's too late. That sets me on a good schedule. I've already eaten and exercised, and I still have about 3 hours to do whatever I want. Hooray for Ben Franklin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113097521059405188?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113097521059405188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113097521059405188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113097521059405188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113097521059405188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-many-emotions.html' title='My Many Emotions'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113093273687072280</id><published>2005-11-02T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:52:21.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Morning Bloggage</title><content type='html'>I still feel kind of depressed about those tryouts... but now everything seems so wonderful in comparison. The embarassment was almost unbearable, but for the time being, I can savor the moments when I'm not embarassed, such as now. I'm looking forward to my club meeting this morning, along with Sci. Vis., English, and other classes. I'm not going to go to the tryouts this afternoon... I'm just wasting everyone's time and oxygen. Maybe they'll forget about how idiotic I looked. Basketball must not be the sport for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what God wants me to do. Since I did so bad, maybe he doesn't want me to play basketball, or maybe he wants me to practice more and get better at it. If only there was a way to know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I wish I could stay home from school and read all day. Hope the weekend comes soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113093273687072280?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113093273687072280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113093273687072280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113093273687072280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113093273687072280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/gloomy-morning-bloggage.html' title='Gloomy Morning Bloggage'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113088782933841728</id><published>2005-11-01T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:38:51.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Suckage at Basketball Tryouts</title><content type='html'>I'm in tears right now. I did so horrible at tryouts, and it pains me to think about it. I really hope that people don't think I'm a big fool for showing up... I still have a little modicum of hope because tryouts are continuing tomorrow, but even if I do okay, I highly doubt I'll make the team. Man, I feel so awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have 2 bits of good news: I got the highest midterm grades for both my social studies and language arts classes. (Surprise!) I don't normally come out on top in language arts, and it's really something that I did better than both Mollie and Chelsea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%^&amp;amp;$, remembering that didn't cheer me up like I'd hoped it would. &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113088782933841728?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113088782933841728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113088782933841728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113088782933841728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113088782933841728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/serious-suckage-at-basketball-tryouts.html' title='Serious Suckage at Basketball Tryouts'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113084800325812672</id><published>2005-11-01T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:21:41.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween was &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; fun this year! To my relief, person A never brought up trick or treating. Thank heavens! The movie was okay, but the ending was kind of stupid. We saw The Fog, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;The trick or treating was the part that really made the day fun. First, Cynthia and me just chilled at her house for a while. It's really interesting over there because she has a niece and a nephew, both young; a little kitten named Lulu; and everyone is Islamic. I got to eat some Arabic food; I forgot what they're called, but I ate these grape leaf roll things that had rice and some kind of meat on the inside. Cynthia is lucky! Anyway, we went trick or treating a little bit later and got lots of candy. Woo hoo! Not a lot of kids were out in her neighborhood, but we didn't care, muahaha. More candy for us! When we were done, it was only about 9:00, so I chilled at Cynthia's for about half an hour, and then my mom came and picked me up. I got home in time to get a good night's sleep, so hopefully I won't be napping in any of my classes today.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my Halloween was extremely fun. I'm glad I've become good friends with Cynthia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!! Basketball tryouts are today... I'll need all the luck I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113084800325812672?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113084800325812672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113084800325812672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113084800325812672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113084800325812672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-halloween.html' title='My Halloween'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113077147048952894</id><published>2005-10-31T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:13:01.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans With Person A</title><content type='html'>Well, I got locked into going to the movies later with person A. I guess it'll be okay, as long as she doesn't bring up trick or treating. We're going to see The Fog... good timing. Scary movies and Halloween go well together!&lt;br /&gt;I just really, really hope she doesn't ask to go trick or treating with my friends and I. It's not easy for me to say no, but I'll have to if she brings it up. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113077147048952894?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113077147048952894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113077147048952894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113077147048952894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113077147048952894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/10/plans-with-person.html' title='Plans With Person A'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113072568417335901</id><published>2005-10-30T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:43:39.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Call!</title><content type='html'>I almost had to invite person A to go trick or treating with friends B, C, and D. Person A started talking to me and said that she didn't have plans for Halloween, and then she asked if I did. I said yeah and that I was going trick or treating with various people. And THEN (as if I didn't feel awkward enough already) person A asked if she could go with us. Luckily, I managed to weasel out of it, but it still gave me quite a scare. It might not sound so hard to bring an extra person with us, but that's before you actually know about person A. She would totally ruin our Halloween if she came along. Anyway, the problem is solved, and life continues to be wonderful! *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a horrifying picture of me for your amusement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.7d5a43402f31c466209f87cf2b37a938-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img alt="Talk About Halloween Spirit!" src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/30/7d5a43402f31c466209f87cf2b37a938-.jpg" width="231" height="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah-haha-haha-&lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is becoming way too much fun. &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113072568417335901?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113072568417335901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113072568417335901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113072568417335901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113072568417335901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/10/close-call.html' title='Close Call!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113068989860845185</id><published>2005-10-30T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:31:38.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Morning Mood</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling quite cheerful.  When I stood in front of the mirror, I didn't see my bad looks like I usually do.  I was thin and my hair was soft and frizzless.  (WOW!) I still feel pretty happy now, but I'm also feeling worried that I'll never get on a sports team.  I really, really, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; hope I make it on the school basketball team, even if it's just junior varsity.  I'm not the best at shooting, but I'm hoping that they pick anybody who has potential.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I don't have to worry that much, because even if I don't make the school team, I can just join the GAA team with Katie.  I wish I wasn't so nervous, because it'll affect how well I shoot at tryouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113068989860845185?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113068989860845185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113068989860845185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113068989860845185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113068989860845185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/10/mysterious-morning-mood.html' title='Mysterious Morning Mood'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113064838712383083</id><published>2005-10-29T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:04:27.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky Forest!</title><content type='html'>Spooky Forest was GREAT! It was most definitely worth $20 and the 2 hour wait. Cynthia seems like somebody I could easily become good friends with, so that makes me quite happy as well. Now to describe the Halloween attraction:&lt;br /&gt;It's a good mixture of everything. They designed it well and varied their scare tactics, so it never got too repetitive. I'm too tired to go into extremely great detail, but I must say that it was absolutely spectacular. If you're bored, then go to it; it'll probably be the best $20 you'll spend all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, there was one part in the haunted forest where we were being chased by a guy with a chainsaw, and we actually tripped over each other and landed flat on the ground.  It was pretty embarassing, but it was also quite hilarious.  I think the people who were with us were very entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113064838712383083?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113064838712383083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113064838712383083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113064838712383083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113064838712383083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/10/spooky-forest.html' title='Spooky Forest!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113063053891536503</id><published>2005-10-29T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:05:54.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Spooky Forest Boredom</title><content type='html'>Man, I'm so bored.  In about half an hour, I'm leaving to go to the "Spooky Forest" with Cynthia... It sure as heck better be spooky for the twenty friggen' bucks I'm paying to get in.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should listen to music.  Yeah, I think I will.  Oh, I think I'll also keep writing random thoughts as I'm listening to music, muahaha!  This may be interesting... but then again, april, june, may not!  That's a Mr. Szitas quote... he has numerous corny jokes.  He could write a 50-page(at least) book listing them, lmbtckso.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in love with Blogger. *gasp*  I'll probably wind up switching over here from Memebot.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just started playing "Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine" by The Killers... it's an extremely good song.  It'll be on my myspace at least once before I die.&lt;br /&gt;AHH, there's something in my sock!  Oh, just a thread.&lt;br /&gt;*plays Smile Like You Mean It by The Killers*&lt;br /&gt;^This is a good song, too.  I'm starting to like Box Car Racer a lot.  I think--whoa, the phone's ringing!&lt;br /&gt;It was my Uncle Jim.  He talks EXTREMELY slow.  He's talking to my mom now.  Ah, the song's not playing any more, and I've kinda gotta end this entry.  My stinkin' dad just told me to look on the McDonalds website for information about some contest thing.  I hope we win something; that would be incredibly awesome!  Well, hope you guys enjoyed this entry as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113063053891536503?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113063053891536503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113063053891536503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113063053891536503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113063053891536503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/10/pre-spooky-forest-boredom.html' title='Pre-Spooky Forest Boredom'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113061498230575254</id><published>2005-10-29T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:45:49.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Hey, I can post pictures right from my Zotos account... this is pretty nifty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.85ac144fb414e566b6713a0ceedf37d6-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.85ac144fb414e566b6713a0ceedf37d6-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Chloe" src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/35/85ac144fb414e566b6713a0ceedf37d6-.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^This is Chloe on a couch in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.9674afc8ed2048bce3e4d3c9af614ec1-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Shelley" src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/35/9674afc8ed2048bce3e4d3c9af614ec1-.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My dog, Shelley, on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.490407c2ff39fe00d67b8045514fab8c-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Glen and Chloe" src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/35/490407c2ff39fe00d67b8045514fab8c-.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^My brother, Glen, petting Chloe. I LOVE this picture; I guess it's the bright, sunny cheerfulness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoto.com/user/anne/image_detail/IMG.0.4cb0befb1529b571d45aa6ed6cc79634-_CAT.0/date-desc/0-30"&gt;&lt;img height="248" alt="Some Flowers" src="http://anne.zoto.com/img/35/4cb0befb1529b571d45aa6ed6cc79634-.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Some flowers in my front yard... I like this picture a lot, too, even though some of the flowers are almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there ya go! My four favorite shots of the day. If you want to see more pictures, then stop by my &lt;a href="http://anne.zoto.com/" target="_self"&gt;Zotos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more days 'til Halloween; YIPPEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113061498230575254?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113061498230575254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113061498230575254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113061498230575254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113061498230575254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/10/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18431570.post-113059899113275536</id><published>2005-10-29T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:16:31.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog!</title><content type='html'>I think I've finally found the perfect place to blog!  I like everything about this so far, including the username, phen0menon.  Woo hoo!  Blogger seems like a splendid place to be.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is to start posting, which I'll do after I get my physical today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18431570-113059899113275536?l=phen0menon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/feeds/113059899113275536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18431570&amp;postID=113059899113275536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113059899113275536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18431570/posts/default/113059899113275536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phen0menon.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog!'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
