tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35243160205929577902024-03-05T11:22:46.177-05:00Life-less Times: Tales From the Toy Box.Simply the life less days of a couple of slightly childish characters. No. It's not like Toy Story.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-31325569904248813742012-12-21T20:46:00.001-05:002012-12-21T20:46:03.226-05:00Twelve-Twenty One-Twelve<div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Hopefully your Mother wasn't hit by an asteroid!</span></b> And she's still around to bug the crap out of you! :D</div>
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We wanted to get my Madre one of those Hallmark flowers that bloom but apparently they're pretty popular. I'm not sure what's so special about a magical blooming flower made of aweso--oh wait. Yeah...</div>
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So our Madre had to deal with real flowers instead, it's such a drag, right?</div>
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<strike>But really they are</strike>, though my Padre honestly thought I jumped someone's fence and snatched them from their garden. Now where would he get an idea like that? </div>
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While drawing this doodle I was able to think of some of the character's back story. Which was actually, sort of fun, and I'm all excited about my comic once again. I can't wait to start creating some awesome stuff. Hopefully this high will last long enough to get me through the rest of the school year...... </div>
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I know it's mother's day, and I should technically be honoring my mother, but here's to you, readers. </div>
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Though I'm...well, me, you've managed to stick around.</div>
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<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-26578925705251891432012-05-05T10:21:00.000-04:002012-05-05T10:21:34.106-04:00Cell Phones<br />
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don’t understand; <b>cell phones.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Everybody has to have the new and coolest ones and even
toddlers are walking around with iPhones ordering pizzas, what’s the deal?
Usually this wouldn’t bug me, it’s America; toddlers have the right to have
their cell phones, but then even the toddlers are giving me weird looks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I don’t understand! Or maybe, I do? My phone isn’t the
coolest thing; some might call it stone-age material. But it works!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I pull out my phone and people smirk, they stop and stare,
and laugh ‘til the end of times. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s just a phone, keep walking, folks.”</span> I really don’t
understand the hilarity in it. Perhaps you could shed some light on it?</span></div>
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Last Friday when Jenna and I were at Schuler’s I picked up a
book and scanned the bio. “<i>Amy</i>” or
whatever her name was “<i>has gotten the
best birthday present from her aunt this year, a ticket on the Titanic</i>”. So
far so good, I like historical fictions and I like the Titanic. “<i>There she meets a boy in first class named</i>”—let’s
call him Bill—“<i>Bill</i>.” Okay, a bit of
a Romance, still not bad. I am a girl after all. “<i>But then they discover something, werewolves are real—and they’re after
them</i>.” <a href="http://drmarthanessler.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/i-said-what.jpg">What?</a> </div>
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I remember my loved ones who actually read the Twilight Saga
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“We’ve already sniffed the crack that lined the pages so
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<strike>Seeing as I don’t miraculously forget to update tonight</strike>,<strike> its
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Even if it isn't Friday when this uploads, it<b> is</b> Friday in
my English class when I’m typing this. So, there. </div>
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[See, I would post it now, but I don’t have the comic with
me. What’s my boring yakking without the pretty pictures? Crap, that’s what it
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Well, in an hour, after chemistry, were off to get ice
cream. Will, hopefully, post this tonight. You’ll see this then! Er….now. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>You’ll
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Saturday:</b> I've only recently realized why I'm so tired by nine o'clock, by then I've been up for 15 hours! And I only sleep about 8 hours during the week.....(at my age, I'm supposed to have 9.25). I would've updated sooner but I fell asleep on a couch. A couch that wasn't even ours. O.O</span></div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-16218199492350764242012-04-29T22:22:00.000-04:002012-04-29T22:22:15.561-04:00Off With Their Heads!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With most things, I've found I have a confidence cycle. Depending on the suck-ish things in life, it tends to dip a lot..</div>
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A friend and I were talking about next year's Variety Show. He wants to sing a duet and I told him <i>maybe</i> (I was kind of thinking of doing something on my own). He really wanted to sing <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlFeJgpHOtA">this.</a> </i></div>
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2. I'd be playing the Prostitute. Usually this wouldn't matter, I love the character, but for a school talent show? Where I'd sing the line "<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;">The only way of loving me baby,</span></div>
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<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-57371510707910665562012-04-22T22:20:00.000-04:002012-04-22T22:20:01.771-04:00Technical issues<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sorry,</b></span> having technical issues with the scanner and Padre forgot I needed tech support <div><strike>(pester him and he pushes it off, leave him be and he forgets).</strike></div><div><br />
</div><div>In the mean time, here's a picture of O'Malley being a lamp;</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P.S.S. (Pssh. I wish I had sponsors)</div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-75204304747248590952012-04-01T22:00:00.000-04:002012-04-01T22:00:22.162-04:00Remembering me ABC's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oAPQrwsIuzfIYX8brJeMtNWG1xPt2RL49TCUxA9UZoWFOEu74XHV0x9wLIuVJKwtPeiMfpqMBoAtOpe8MVm-93mIMKBqaDkqN4WQtKaFiPrUyLwPI2sbwKRHeQ8qh88PMQ522H98Ixs/s1600/starts+with+a+c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oAPQrwsIuzfIYX8brJeMtNWG1xPt2RL49TCUxA9UZoWFOEu74XHV0x9wLIuVJKwtPeiMfpqMBoAtOpe8MVm-93mIMKBqaDkqN4WQtKaFiPrUyLwPI2sbwKRHeQ8qh88PMQ522H98Ixs/s640/starts+with+a+c.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The sudden realization of what my last name was <b style="font-size: x-large;">gave me the greatest of joys. </b>It's not often that I forget my name, but under great amounts of stress or worry, for me anything could happen. <strike>Like completely forgetting exactly how to play the trombone during my playing tests. </strike></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The world just loves me. x] </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But this is all behind me now, I just have to look forward to the next tests! o_o</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'd rather not just complain and ski-daddle, but I'm going to do it anyway. :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">See ya soon~</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">It wasn't until recently,</span></b> that I found out this song had lyrics. (If you hadn't caught on, it's Minnie Ripeton's "Loving you"). Growing up with a mother who watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243155/">Bridget Jones' Diary</a> quite often I only knew the "La, la, la, la, la, la" parts...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Oh! And if you hadn't figured it out "Escuchar Múisica" means "to listen to music")</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Along with a brain tumor and Parkinsons, it seems I have the plague too.<br />
Jenna asks how I became such a hypochondriac (another disease I have ^^) when, as usual, I blame my mother xD Seriously! With the whole fainting thing I have going on, my Madre keeps bringing up family medical history (hence the brain tumor).<br />
Then I start looking up symptoms and begin imagining that I have them (or maybe the brain tumor is making me think I'm just imagining symptoms D:).<br />
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Hunger Games midnight premiere was Thursday :D<br />
'sides a few others Jenna and I were the only ones to dress up, the theater was filled with 12-year-olds (or those who act such age) who were Twilight crazy, and (like with most midnight premieres after a school day) I was dead tired BUT it still was an awesome movie.<br />
At first I was a bit nervous seeing the movie. A lot of the books I read aren't....well..."mainstream" (I know, I'm such a hipster) thus don't become movies. And I see how fired up Jenna gets about the Harry Potter movies and their leaving things out (I <b>did</b> read the Spiderwick Chronicles when I was younger, and the movie wasn't completely true either, but they took the first and fifth books and pasted them together. You can only expect so much when 3/5 of the story are gone).<br />
I'm happy to report, to my other Hunger Game fans, that the movie was pretty true to the book. ^^<br />
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O'malley destroyed another tennis ball, split it in half. So, I did the most reasonable thing.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Sorry I fell off the grid for a little while there.</span></b> I would have quick put something together today but I was coloring this, my English assignment, for a good 6 hours today and completely collapsed afterwards. Don't get me wrong, I love coloring, but 6 hours worth can take it's toll. I'm not even quite sure why it took that long ._.<br />
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I still think I suck at bubble letters, yet I keep using them.. ._.<br />
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Since last Monday we've been practicing, seemingly, non-stop for the variety show. Then the curtain opened and the lights blinded me Friday and Saturday and I somehow managed to keep it together. And now <span style="font-size: large;"><b>I can breath again. :]</b></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today I kept finding things to do besides updating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, I have to do homework!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have to make my bed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have to practice my Trombone!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jenna's senior pictures? They need editing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hmmm..there's still that bridge to jump off of...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh! I also got 4th chair Trombone! I've actually been there for a couple of weeks now, but I was still super excited about it (unlike, say, Jenna I'm okay with not being #1 ^^). Though, I was mostly excited by the fact that I actually scored higher than one of the other trombones who just started playing this year (I've known newbies to be waaay better then me when I've been playing since....5th grade..and still am...well...bad). Oh, oh! And we also got a 2 at solo ensemble last week! It's only my fifth red ribbon....<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&biw=1639&bih=800&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=tufpHP3ePL2fmM:&imgrefurl=http://catmenrulz.tumblr.com/post/17355882771&docid=TmHFZbctFW0oRM&imgurl=http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/097/670/Why_would_you_do_that_template.jpg%253F1318992465&w=292&h=302&ei=GR84T4OGMoGFgwfR9YGvAw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=513&vpy=178&dur=150&hovh=228&hovw=220&tx=130&ty=134&sig=107592712425147159489&page=1&tbnh=135&tbnw=130&start=0&ndsp=33&ved=1t:429,r:11,s:0">[insert "why..?" face]</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My birthday is Thursday :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At first Jenna was complaining about how I get to turn 16 on the 16th. "Hey! You'll eventually get to turn 27 on the 27th... :D" It didn't seem to make her feel any better.. x)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We babysat Brody (cute 18-month baby that we loaned out from my cousin) again. When you tickle him he makes automated baby sounds (sounds that every automated talking baby doll makes).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Do you make automated baby sounds? Yes you do! Yes you do!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Later we to played monkey in the middle with his favorite blanket (don't worry, he was smile-y and happy about it ^^). Then my Padre did the whole quickly-pretend-to-throw-blanket-but-not-actually-throwing-it thing. Brody preceded to look all over (in the direction he presumably threw it in) with no success.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We can't even trick <b>the dog</b> with that move. <a href="http://www.amazing-animations.com/animations/laughter17.gif">[insert uncontrollable laughter]</a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">People really shouldn't let us near their children. o_o</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'd finally given in and started playing "Legend Of Zelda: Skyward Sword" (the giving in part being, that I was already playing a Zelda game and really shouldn't have started a new one. Plus, I'd be playing the Wii and doing not much of anything at all).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eventually I had to go back to the first game I'd started, the one on the DS. Going back to the simpler smaller screen that is Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks was, uh, difficult.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After my very first Zelda experience (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) I was a little reluctant to play the other Zelda games. One thing that I really loved about the game was the art (this is also why I want an Xbox 360. They have many pretty games with epic art). But after Playing Spirit Tracks, I remembered that I also LOVE the story lines. Not as pretty looking Zelda games? We cool now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Though playing them right after playing the pretty ones is kinda like "ewwwwwy." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, I think Skyward Sword has the most awesome-ist <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=1639&bih=800&tbm=isch&tbnid=iGQ6EKGaKuk4BM:&imgrefurl=http://medlismessages.blogspot.com/2011/06/e3-2011-new-character-artwork-skyward.html&docid=QAAzF_hnkZcb5M&imgurl=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaD9GAMz6YRnREsosrLLtjUjMaCX49ugdDxgI3rKhzp0-Bmyx0Ecb7-9mny6yv2KCbFDB8sli1y3KbjE8qfvxcAeOXL3KKvC6oNMmpqSD5k6SMspb7zejfGyBbEgCv4hOVrbYib1jLkNJ/s1600/Skyward%25252BSword%25252Bvillain%25252Brender.png&w=900&h=1220&ei=o5okT-ynDJTrgQeMi5nfCA&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=341&sig=107592712425147159489&page=1&tbnh=147&tbnw=108&start=0&ndsp=32&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&tx=50&ty=87">villain</a>. He's just so bad-a! 8D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Megan Elizabeth died Friday night at 8:00pm shortly after she laid down to sleep that night. She wasn't revived until 11:00am the next day after taking a 15 min. shower.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seriously, man. This week has gone on forever. I didn't even have the energy to do much of anything with thought or passion. I was on autopilot (though I did feel better after 13 hours of sleep and a long hot shower ^^). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Which! Brings me to my art class teacher's favorite joke (that makes absolutely NO sense, but you burst out laughing any way).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> A plane was flying when all of a sudden it crashed. What made the plane crash?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">........</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">.......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The pilot was a piece of bread! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">..................</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know, absurd. But you at least giggled a little, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt like a real artist this week when, fixing a bit of my painting that I disliked, I used my hand as a palate. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am now happy with my painting of a Giraffe getting ready for a date. ^^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaTJBMJbeBVp9piIbrw06xnSDwHpHqVADKqveooUp492l745Xlne-WVGGnZRnEt7MaUkjiSIM_1cAFM16aKgH5C0mkClYk5oXQiwhqCd0xOOPX_BbUBuPscIW7Sf0LDw4lWetbqQJRJs/s1600/DSCF2117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaTJBMJbeBVp9piIbrw06xnSDwHpHqVADKqveooUp492l745Xlne-WVGGnZRnEt7MaUkjiSIM_1cAFM16aKgH5C0mkClYk5oXQiwhqCd0xOOPX_BbUBuPscIW7Sf0LDw4lWetbqQJRJs/s200/DSCF2117.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(this is the unedited version of the painting, btw)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last week Friday, the last day for exams, my Padre woke me up as usual. I got up, took a 5 min. shower, got dressed, had breakfast, and promptly waited for my ride to arrive. She didn't come. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Slightly puzzled, I looked at the clock. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2:05am.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I looked at another clock. 2:05am. The all said it. 2:05am. Some how, my Padre misread 1:25am as 6:25am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Luckily being a glass half-full kind of gal rather than half-empty like Jenna I was a bit pleased.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hey! Four more hours of sleep! 8D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I made four comics this week. Aren't you proud of me? 8D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It must be the weather or something....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dust has become my worst enemy. I've been cleaning my room the last couple of days and the dust has been attacking my system D: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I leave the dust it doesn't bother me the slightest! But if I actually dust? I get the sniffles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hate the sniffles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been trying to decide lately if I was a budding scientist or a demented child. When cleaning my room, I found a dead grasshopper that I'd kept (one found on my grandparents' driveway in Alabama) and the molting remains from one of my hermit crabs (R.I.P. Rex).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The scientist thing would also make sense with my whole rock collection, but I don't see how my toy cars fit into that. (two collections that my Papaw got me into ^^)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am NOT alone! :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the judges on "Face Off" also calls underwear underoos. ^^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-18951241512588045592012-01-06T22:39:00.000-05:002012-01-06T22:41:02.705-05:00"Tech support, this is Maxwell"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtiP9ocPJaRAVSAvr_5eOZZgYwHps1dZhoJIPtGfFITVSM4uDhuGGc25dBXOvF_q9o0lymZT-Vhu0ejt6wLldeGzRBJfMy9ih8vL63KIevzkCgGnUQV-5QVEmWlyb_qnJugpD0K7jxN0/s1600/waiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtiP9ocPJaRAVSAvr_5eOZZgYwHps1dZhoJIPtGfFITVSM4uDhuGGc25dBXOvF_q9o0lymZT-Vhu0ejt6wLldeGzRBJfMy9ih8vL63KIevzkCgGnUQV-5QVEmWlyb_qnJugpD0K7jxN0/s640/waiting.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">I'd like to say that this one hasn't actually happened to us</span>....but it has.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our Padre was on the phone tech supporting a costumer and distinctly remember telling Jenna and me Madre to "shush!"--which is actually the sad part... We were watching re-runs of HBO's Boardwalk Empire and there was a scene with a top-less woman playing the banjo (a dirty political scheme, mind you ^^). At some point someone said something--probably about her being in the nude or something along those lines. As you probably have guessed I burst. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"WELL! SHE'S PLAYING THE BANJO NAKED! OF COURSE SHE'S COLD" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My hand immediately smacked over my mouth. A bit amused, me Padre just went on with his customer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whom <b>had</b> to have heard. x) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today was a good day. I was overly tired, but it was still good (when I initially woke up this morning I couldn't read the clock because of my sleepy vision :o ). Mainly because I finished my essay in English and thus worked on drawing comics the rest of the hour. I didn't finish any comic creations...but I started! :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We also had a pep-band basket ball game. It was mainly spent playing DS in between playing my trombone.^^ I managed to defeat Phytops and keep up with each song! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know if it's because I'm getting sick or what but trombone playing has been a bit harder lately. I've felt dizzy after each song and I'm probably not breathing enough. It's kind of funny, but when you can't breath you kind of sound drunk. You slur your notes and exclaim randomly. ^^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also freaked out during my chair audition....but I don't want to talk about that. o_o</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because of schedule issues, Jenna and I were to have din-din at McDonalds and walk over to meet up with band folks. Because of my non-ability to eat large amounts of food I'd gotten a Happy Meal. ^^ Seeing other band-mates in the establishment (and being the little shy-girl) I then began to feel self-conscious about my decision. I was a big girl, right? And should socially be eating big girl food! I then thought "screw it".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>I</b> get a toy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So. Christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not the greatest at bragging about gifts...so here's the highlights.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remote control Dalek!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dalek "To Victory-" World War II poster!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A Nintendo Ds</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-"Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks"!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-"Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass"!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-"Pokemon: Black"!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And "Legend of Zelda: Skyward" sword for the Wii! :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were, of course, others but....I can't distinctly remember them right now....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I cleaned my room and now every time I get out of bed I actually touch wood flooring! 8D (a novel concept, with my living habits I must admit).Though, my room is <b>really</b> only used for sleeping, storage, and sometimes as a guest room.... :o </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every week I always think over what I'm going to type up in these things--yes I've been talking to myself--but whenever I get here I forget it all....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perhaps I should start writing it down again..?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Any who! I'll try not to forget about you next week ^^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tally ho!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">P.s. On the way home form band tonight I was thinking I should appoint a "jerk" (something kind of like an editor who pokes and prods me about making comics). The name comes from the fact that I'll probably come to dislike this person and their nagging! 8D</div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-43286199809009993422011-12-25T23:22:00.000-05:002011-12-25T23:22:22.333-05:00Happy Christmas!~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrXXb_6YlwpbJ9tXBct45Xu1CTR6m3h9AZRHv5q2S0t_zMmJ5ZkQd6AYcSOlYZjEQzc-QJ_7Xc6vXCWiFMjrS9jE4aHY7_YH9KZYdI2T9ISaDZGfiOFRdXp6lPXRfN7QzlxyLuQQkTKE/s1600/Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrXXb_6YlwpbJ9tXBct45Xu1CTR6m3h9AZRHv5q2S0t_zMmJ5ZkQd6AYcSOlYZjEQzc-QJ_7Xc6vXCWiFMjrS9jE4aHY7_YH9KZYdI2T9ISaDZGfiOFRdXp6lPXRfN7QzlxyLuQQkTKE/s640/Christmas.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Cutting it a little close, eh?</span></b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's really only 38 minutes of Christmas left....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But that's just how I roll.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">(Happy Christmas~~)</span></b></div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-10775682533848300922011-12-23T20:38:00.000-05:002011-12-23T20:38:40.412-05:00We will walk 500 miles...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieN6gamzX-JePQcTRrPH0N6pLAmufEN37OAPgOJFAcKl0wsKmtMJakzskPW-2vAyPuOEPTKHAyyIquvkVS1L2A6dkNJLjdpqu9PYDOylR81p5CvjzbxlK8Cewch1jb2hmQhCd511RiCi4/s1600/500+miles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieN6gamzX-JePQcTRrPH0N6pLAmufEN37OAPgOJFAcKl0wsKmtMJakzskPW-2vAyPuOEPTKHAyyIquvkVS1L2A6dkNJLjdpqu9PYDOylR81p5CvjzbxlK8Cewch1jb2hmQhCd511RiCi4/s640/500+miles.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">.......and we will walk <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3s4Czla6tXc">500</a> more</span></b>, just to be the men who walk a 1,000 miles to fall down at your....uh....manger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not dead! (thus, am very sorry for skipping out on you last week). I've had Christmas on the brain. :3 (thus kept forgetting to update). But I shall try my best to remember. :o</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My teeth have been hanging out with the Gods of mischief without my knowledge again..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despite the TWO retainers that SHOULD be holding them in place they choose to crook-ify themselves. I'll be the little ole grandma, kicking whipper-snappers off my lawn, the sun gleaming off my braces and blinding all that dare to look. They'll have to put braces on my dentures. .___.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Going to Meijer at 9 o'clock at night with my Padre 'tis very entertaining. We run through the aisles and him and Jenna try--and fail--at hiding from me. Then we found some kitchen timers and set them all to go off in 5 minute intervals. 8D T'was a good night, indeed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, guys I just remembered something" "What?" "The kitchen timers" "<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=1639&bih=800&tbm=isch&tbnid=V7rzpfoBg7zcoM:&imgrefurl=http://iambillal.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/lol-vs-lulz/&docid=5hxGa7nNHfgFQM&imgurl=http://iambillal.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/cup-of-lol.gif&w=448&h=394&ei=RiL1To_SEYnagQeq142oAg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=351&vpy=175&dur=3409&hovh=210&hovw=238&tx=139&ty=131&sig=107592712425147159489&page=1&tbnh=132&tbnw=138&start=0&ndsp=32&ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0">Lol</a>" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whenever I go on a break I always find a new game on Facebook and become hooked (at least until we go back to school). This time it was CastleVille (I'm actually going back and forth between this and it right now). I've got issues, man. o_o</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jenna needed to wrap presents so I had to disappear. Our solution? A REALLY long shower. Now, normally this wouldn't be an issue, I usually shower so long that the hot water fumes near choke me, but I started to get bored....this was then fixed with singing the Teen Titans theme song, off-key, at the top of my lungs....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">T-E-E-N. T-I-T. A-N-S. TEEN. TITANS. LET'S GO!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the gifts she wrapped was shaped like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0icQetr1WVxSoXOgtB4XJHgOEIzx_hlIic0KlVqJ4BpkQGzBiMahkhMxes6L74Ra919UfXlSyuDQgPx30qhQecSb5rLHBbNj7urtxFS97LWSofnaNau1KXsNflJD2cIe0TIULruSJXE/s1600/triprsm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0icQetr1WVxSoXOgtB4XJHgOEIzx_hlIic0KlVqJ4BpkQGzBiMahkhMxes6L74Ra919UfXlSyuDQgPx30qhQecSb5rLHBbNj7urtxFS97LWSofnaNau1KXsNflJD2cIe0TIULruSJXE/s1600/triprsm.gif" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think it's a puppy. .__.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday I went to the eye doctor, for the second time, for a contact wearing class (I wanted to wear them for the variety show while being Mrs. Lovett--who obviously doesn't have glasses). After about an hour I actually got them in and could take them out! 8D (mission impossible had been accomplished. For some reason, poking it with my finger didn't seem too appealing to my iris). I then got to wear them home and was able to take them out--having been told to wear them more and more this week in order to get used to them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesday. Woke up, couldn't get them in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday. Woke up, couldn't get them in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thursday. Woke up didn't bother. Hadn't felt like failing that day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Friday. Woke up, honestly didn't think about them until now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can't wait to hear the cursing at my follow-up appointment. ^^ </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been having a lot of memory issues lately, I couldn't at all remember my locker combination at school (I just know the basic area of each number and it works). There's probably something wrong, not getting enough oxygen to my brain or something. Though I also believe I have Parkinson's.....(making me a hypochondriac ^^).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh! If I breath through my spacer (tube thing that attaches to my inhaler) it sounds just like Darth Vader! 8D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Which kind of makes sense, seeing as the mold of my spacer is probably quite similar to the breathing tube found in a scuba mask...but yeah! :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I now leave you with two awesome tunes :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ul><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&v=obGjx8Hry3M">12 Days of Christmas</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-0WVfj76bo">Deck the Halls</a></li>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Oh, and<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="background-color: red; color: lime;">M</span><span style="background-color: lime; color: red;">E</span><span style="background-color: red; color: lime;">R</span><span style="background-color: lime; color: red;">R</span><span style="background-color: red; color: lime;">Y</span> <span style="background-color: lime; color: red;">C</span><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="color: lime;">H</span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: lime; color: red;">R</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: red; color: lime;">I</span></span></b><b><span style="background-color: lime; color: red; font-size: x-large;">S</span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: red; color: lime;">T</span><span style="background-color: lime; color: red;">M</span><span style="background-color: red;"><span style="color: lime;">A</span></span><span style="background-color: lime; color: red;">S</span><span style="background-color: red; color: lime;">!</span> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: lime;"><span style="color: red;">:</span></span></span></b><b><span style="background-color: lime; color: red; font-size: x-large;">D</span></b></div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-74298526542061825822011-12-09T22:46:00.000-05:002011-12-09T22:46:37.603-05:00Slumber<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0wdNfhDPe9MNkQT9NYIqLajmsJ4_r-OjzaghrruVv3vG2XqfTpKcrbFJI4QE4Q-hvrdrduhJcxoe8yCl2q9S7PJSombRTvmWJf1eqoWnuigd4ARrm0oWNVY35TNCpNk5dRlJ3II4REA/s1600/woof+er+meow.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0wdNfhDPe9MNkQT9NYIqLajmsJ4_r-OjzaghrruVv3vG2XqfTpKcrbFJI4QE4Q-hvrdrduhJcxoe8yCl2q9S7PJSombRTvmWJf1eqoWnuigd4ARrm0oWNVY35TNCpNk5dRlJ3II4REA/s400/woof+er+meow.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This blog is brought to you by this cat</span></b>.....er....dog.....gremlin?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div> IT'S ALSO BROUGHT TO YOU BY THESE CATS.<br />
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<ul><li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwDSM4cX_Ak&feature=related">Who needs Kung Fu Panda?</a> I watched this one about five times. finding it even more funny each time.</li>
<li> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?annotation_id=annotation_94226&src_vid=1JynBEX_kg8&feature=iv&v=pxNg7ZP6E5E">So that's it....</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JynBEX_kg8&list=FLBm6qRUOueMwPvPVvZckYaA&index=34&feature=plpp_video">"Since when?" "Since always!"</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/klaatu42#p/c/040AC7C9087AC9CD/2/7ltcWcwnPfY">Maybe I should just give you the page instead...</a>otherwise I'm going to post all of them here.....</li>
</ul><div>Despite not having a comic tonight, due to technical difficulties, I felt needed to let you know that I'm alive (I'm alive! :D). I shall also try to do <i>something</i> for tomorrow.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So, the parents left for the company picnic and Jenna left to babysit. And what was I left with? Madison. Poor, dead-tired, now stitch-ridden Madison. It was a lovely evening. :D</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a slumber party.....without the party part..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Internet made me feel loved today. "I'm sorry, it seems we've lost your page, but we didn't want to lose you." "Oh, Internet. You always know what to say."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt even more loved when I came upon <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDgn2iAiasg">this</a>. (at least for the first 20 seconds.....).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Welsh</span></b>, 'tis past my bed-time. good-night. ^^</div><br />
P.S. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&v=sekLEG8xsOs">You're gonna love this one.</a>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-70663111880743592992011-11-24T21:43:00.000-05:002011-11-24T21:43:47.349-05:00Turkey Chasing Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhac8RCNag1ghm8T5OBxuR9J-tvrLBhyphenhyphen7vq2NRqD4AtCQaxU3jivhU9Fkg7-8j7ESbVQl9LhEoc9rKYaSbgfLljKieUfFOcMeA-19GKjypwdTSgrOsEM73l8qfsLpqFSQ-X6m-0pFY68tI/s1600/Happy+Turkey+Chasing+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhac8RCNag1ghm8T5OBxuR9J-tvrLBhyphenhyphen7vq2NRqD4AtCQaxU3jivhU9Fkg7-8j7ESbVQl9LhEoc9rKYaSbgfLljKieUfFOcMeA-19GKjypwdTSgrOsEM73l8qfsLpqFSQ-X6m-0pFY68tI/s640/Happy+Turkey+Chasing+Day.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Here's to hoping your Turkey Chasing Day was awesome!</span></b> And your Turkeys didn't explode, or something of that nature. ^<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">w</span>^</div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-45598515395350072762011-11-18T21:00:00.000-05:002011-11-18T21:00:48.430-05:00Help me!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CIOoY_9NE4r7KUFS_6pyUMWwTq60hyphenhyphen3nu5jnKdI1f-FaAyQ-ScoRSvirDZgYwqN2OdEU7oLBILwV9T1WusP8bi2lFDBjMcbG5p_yuIDcM7GdymKYlUJsIstsEJoM9ncEKGhg21Qydwo/s1600/DSCF2153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CIOoY_9NE4r7KUFS_6pyUMWwTq60hyphenhyphen3nu5jnKdI1f-FaAyQ-ScoRSvirDZgYwqN2OdEU7oLBILwV9T1WusP8bi2lFDBjMcbG5p_yuIDcM7GdymKYlUJsIstsEJoM9ncEKGhg21Qydwo/s640/DSCF2153.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Was eaten by a Ginger-Bread Man. </b>Brb, yo.</div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-16655886388178063472011-11-11T22:18:00.000-05:002011-11-11T22:18:57.685-05:00To fail or not to fail?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY2pIBm3no5bb-TNu_bRKG83OJ9akOIvr-sKuavwMr_wqr6bvLkkZBVbnSEWNePS3jvC65mJrxJfIsnmAB48fyrBjrljsKXfTPIg1KQn4aG3b9hNVgYv8sDWaiNjgFpVH3pOhP_D0X3I/s1600/To+Fail+or+not+to+fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY2pIBm3no5bb-TNu_bRKG83OJ9akOIvr-sKuavwMr_wqr6bvLkkZBVbnSEWNePS3jvC65mJrxJfIsnmAB48fyrBjrljsKXfTPIg1KQn4aG3b9hNVgYv8sDWaiNjgFpVH3pOhP_D0X3I/s640/To+Fail+or+not+to+fail.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>This kind of bothers me.</b></span> Especially when the freshman who were all so surprised the first time are even all more surprised about a month later to learn, yet again, that I'm a sophomore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Have you noticed how awesomely clean the comics have been looking lately? Well I have! :D The editing sight I use to brighten the colors (er....black...) in the comic advanced it's exposure options and it's totally awesome :D (there that's preppy-girl word again...). You saw the enhanced version, here's the original;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkUojHcbjBLu16FGSrjlS5bodjweeSVTZ4zI-fLr7gynOdJjI_bRg65tMDmTUO8an0u-TjntOaHjY-Iz47dXkd1KDOHmkD7bLX3kM62z8QKs2LPk0Ru8-_xY1yDi53W6FJIYF-Z80q3g/s1600/CCI00021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkUojHcbjBLu16FGSrjlS5bodjweeSVTZ4zI-fLr7gynOdJjI_bRg65tMDmTUO8an0u-TjntOaHjY-Iz47dXkd1KDOHmkD7bLX3kM62z8QKs2LPk0Ru8-_xY1yDi53W6FJIYF-Z80q3g/s400/CCI00021.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't even have to draw on printer paper anymore!! 8D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(if I didn't want to).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, for my Mamaw's memory quilt Jenna and I were asked to draw/write something to put on it....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVMlrIjUQHcyl1BCFRVOEYAut0k30dj89ZkFmGuOBp-WS_sdoH2hC2dox4zyRjRIWkIpVoVdU7ipG7OEMSejtNvL61Xp4GSapOYXLNNNBFwDpjHNGXXuFGVQ41jzulE0WE51p7FKLr0k/s1600/doopa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVMlrIjUQHcyl1BCFRVOEYAut0k30dj89ZkFmGuOBp-WS_sdoH2hC2dox4zyRjRIWkIpVoVdU7ipG7OEMSejtNvL61Xp4GSapOYXLNNNBFwDpjHNGXXuFGVQ41jzulE0WE51p7FKLr0k/s400/doopa.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think my picture captured her pretty well....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh! But there's another annoyance I've come across this year. Whenever I'm doodling something spectacular (like my drawings of the bunnies or "Koi-ception"......I'll have to post them sometime..) they always say "Did you draw that?" "...... no my imaginary friend Bob here did it......." [insert <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?num=10&um=1&hl=en&biw=1639&bih=800&tbm=isch&tbnid=aIYMRofzI-rB2M:&imgrefurl=http://whitelibyanafrican.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html&docid=FG0QeI38TFTEvM&imgurl=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj16g1F7iTCn9OETWJcQSMoeDPb0ZS0piqhX6uFbILVuI1H6kr1RUkSBXD8gbRw-jYAOtp-rU7gltvhofWhIQSWpAt80MDrpRhzlM2vkO44hGOcrFM_s1-lptneZlow1WdYl61t39-Vw058/s400/ANNOYED.jpg&w=400&h=300&ei=4tu9TqXGNabc2QX8grSkBQ&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=187&sig=107592712425147159489&sqi=2&page=1&tbnh=124&tbnw=165&start=0&ndsp=36&ved=1t:429,r:8,s:0&tx=129&ty=91">annoyed face</a>]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.aquinas.edu/undergraduate/campus_day.html">AQ day</a> at Aquinas today :o</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">T'was their math and science day, indeed. Jenna took math-y classes but I took a more serious course........Sacrifice of the Gummy Bears! >D Dropping them in some sort of chemical (psh....like I was paying attention to the real science) and the gummy bears EXPLODED! The sugar + the chemical made them burst into flames. 8D First it was Rubert that was to go, then Doris---who was quite resilient. She refused to go down the test tube then upon sliding to her fire-y death she cracked and broke off the bottom of the test tube, then oozing unto the table. Finally it was Waldo, a little orange one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We then tried to use a life saver instead :D (something almost completely made up of sugar ^^). We had a test tube full of fire >8D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In my second class I got to watch a presenter point out the organs within a dissected shark and cat. At first I thought I might have issues with the cat, being dead, domestic, and all, but after seeing it's face it kind of blew away all of the kind of sad feelings.....I'll save you the horrors of seeing a dissected cat and show you this instead.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_RUuBYknRJJv4d6t3YmACTwfPUQ8eVcZEqVRAp6GqL-ETuoq2PmcV_uAP3zh8-8bPEcQbNGVuZ3IbbhZYireDf1Z96GW5eJNDe5DoxuMQJm3fcyc69rrwCeN4DdITfbQZp7fKRxBbi8/s1600/dead+cat.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_RUuBYknRJJv4d6t3YmACTwfPUQ8eVcZEqVRAp6GqL-ETuoq2PmcV_uAP3zh8-8bPEcQbNGVuZ3IbbhZYireDf1Z96GW5eJNDe5DoxuMQJm3fcyc69rrwCeN4DdITfbQZp7fKRxBbi8/s320/dead+cat.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Well he doesn't look happy"</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He didn't know why, but all of the cats for dissection have this expression (aside from the tongue, we were just lucky this time :D). </div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-43857368476934852142011-11-06T22:16:00.000-05:002011-11-06T22:16:41.347-05:00Contacts at hand.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhgLv7qLjxLLJJeIX9qxjxEjLfnXJNdT1gdnlXZiL6_vE0Neao5da-RexMHunhEu7_K5TcHus4NU0a-JPSTvKlD_93-2KneXk_YFbxBGcZMkQAJQoz41iBdDaH7w0CMh-yO54Kg9WdMQ/s1600/CONTACTS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhgLv7qLjxLLJJeIX9qxjxEjLfnXJNdT1gdnlXZiL6_vE0Neao5da-RexMHunhEu7_K5TcHus4NU0a-JPSTvKlD_93-2KneXk_YFbxBGcZMkQAJQoz41iBdDaH7w0CMh-yO54Kg9WdMQ/s640/CONTACTS.jpg" width="494px" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Me thinks contacts are going to be in Mag's future.</span></b><br />
I also think changing the updating day to Sunday may be in this comic's future. Though, I can't help that we've been going to Schmozh on Fridays a lot lately, and after doing so don't get home 'til 10. Plus, I was all hyped to do it on time this week but my blood sugar dropped, or something, and I was ready to pass out. I then tried again to get this done on Saturday but I fell ill, again. Life kind of hates me right now, or perhaps you since it's you in which I'm disappointing. C; <br />
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SATURDAY:<br />
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The Brodster was over again for the night. The highlight of today was when he got hold of the remote and tried to order some Adult XXX on demand. I worry 'bout that boy sometimes....<br />
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Guess what we did today? Watched Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel! 8D<br />
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Come on guys. It's NOT even Thanksgiving yet (not that I'm one to talk, I have been known to watch Christmas movies throughout the year).<br />
And what is it with most Christmas movies? The characters always talk about how they stopped believing in Santa when he didn't bring them what they wanted. SUCH SELFISH CHILDREN. I, on the other hand, always figured he'd run out of what I wanted so he got me a surprise gift instead. Plus, surprise gifts are way better. It's easy to get something someone asks for but it's all the more special when they get you something out of the blue (that is, if you like the out of the blue present). And what gives? These children stop believing in him at the age of 8?! What the heck non-imaginative children?! You're still scared of the boogey man but you can't even fathom a jolly man in a red suit?! Well that's my footing on Santa Clause....only 'bout a month early. <br />
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New favorite <a href="http://www.maxgames.com/play/wake-up-the-box.html">game.</a> :D<br />
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I had the urge to play a board game. But, form experience, I knew no one would play with me (and playing Sorry on your own is just not the same). So I went and got out a puzzle instead. Now I'm stuck doing a 500 piece puzzle of a forest. Basically ALL the pieces are green. o__o<br />
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SUNDAY:<br />
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AS promised, though late, here are some pictures from Spirit Week.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, there are only three pictures when there is five in a school week. But these are the only outfits I really worked on (besides the last week, Spirit day, but I didn't actually get pictures for that...). I didn't really like my product of Celebrity day and so would rather not talk about it.....(though I WAS <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&sa=X&biw=1639&bih=800&tbm=isch&prmd=imvnsol&tbnid=P5c1QLvHW1HrQM:&imgrefurl=http://www.buddytv.com/articles/ncis/pauley-perrette-renews-ncis-co-37057.aspx&docid=yKCqUVLXNzoGHM&imgurl=http://images.buddytv.com/articles/pauley-perrette-contract-ncis.jpg&w=435&h=289&ei=gUG3TsWUCszq0QGP64zSBw&zoom=1">Pauly Perrette</a>). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was a mime c: (very fitting, you see).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(((Also, also. I made my costume, per usual, and got a ribbon for original costume at the Halloween dance :D)))</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The whole gang. ^^</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It took me forever to carve this pumpkin..I kept forgetting about it.... x)</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The light bulb was my idea. :D </div><br />
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Again, yes. We are five.<br />
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Well that's enough photo spamming for tonight. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Off to bed now :)</span></b><br />
P.S. Madison got a new doggy bed and O'Malley does not appreciate the size.<br />
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</div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-10154507708572332762011-10-30T23:20:00.000-04:002011-10-30T23:20:43.974-04:00Now let's pretend.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_A5l75rnG39w7pOUnbSXBl_2MWnJ_O5vB_IMQT8EpxHKzBxzuoMytNwM9e2L2IZb2y9aLhQQbbXMK6EBKSMMyHhftmULlpRLaU4Qvr6C7SWXNL9gdngCp22dxYiKiL1FLxiP2RVM0LI/s1600/Now+let%2527s+pretend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0_A5l75rnG39w7pOUnbSXBl_2MWnJ_O5vB_IMQT8EpxHKzBxzuoMytNwM9e2L2IZb2y9aLhQQbbXMK6EBKSMMyHhftmULlpRLaU4Qvr6C7SWXNL9gdngCp22dxYiKiL1FLxiP2RVM0LI/s640/Now+let%2527s+pretend.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">October 28, 2011. 4:54 pm.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span>OH. MY. GOSH. Look how eaaaaaaarly I'm updating today~ (pushing it right? ^^).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today is my Padre's birthday :3 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PADRE). Even so, Facebook didn't remind me o:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(hardly ever do I remember to tell people "Happy Birthday" on Facebook, even when it reminds me).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, Amazon. You know me so well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeMCZJLdtSXaj54CuIidE5h8uZ7XZmWxRMqUHAvNc94wwtDhcx4KbEjzGbo89oyBHHJF4r5cIhUeyuFZCaXKSJeykMwQkDOfEB2qrBTAF2sUWKSLsQq09iiC4mK6L-JauViNUpT1Cbrg/s1600/Oh+Amazon.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeMCZJLdtSXaj54CuIidE5h8uZ7XZmWxRMqUHAvNc94wwtDhcx4KbEjzGbo89oyBHHJF4r5cIhUeyuFZCaXKSJeykMwQkDOfEB2qrBTAF2sUWKSLsQq09iiC4mK6L-JauViNUpT1Cbrg/s400/Oh+Amazon.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had the Halloween dance yesterday (er...tomorrow). And it t'was very tiring. Until we rode to Denny's with a maniac driver. But then it was tiring again with his couch-like car seats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jenna and I are going to, maybe, be in a variety show! :D (this being that the audition goes well, but as our teacher only has 3 people signed up last I checked it's probably not to much of a worry. Unless it turns out that Jenna and I really suck.) We shall be singing a duet of the Sweeney Todd song, <i>A Little Priest</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Halloween tomorrow! :D (er...Monday).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Halloween Parade tomorrow! :D (er...Monday).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welsh, we're off to go see Rocky Horror in theaters now, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Toodles.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">OR maybe I'm not. </b>Because Celebration Cinema's website lies. They even removed the page to cover up their treachery. </div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09310530922468787837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524316020592957790.post-52167204467249915702011-10-28T22:50:00.000-04:002011-10-28T22:50:46.773-04:00Post-poned.<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The world truly hates me. </span></b><br />
I can't get the scanner to stop saying "screw you". And I can't get rid of my hiccups either. The Padre is on the job and given that I'm waaaaaaaaaaay past my bedtime I shall be sure to update <i>first thing</i> tomorrow. <b>I PROMISE.</b> <br />
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I swear on Boo-boo's life.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">Scene: <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Bath</st1:city></st1:place> tub~ rubba dub dub spaceship in the tub.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">Plot: to be kidnapped by the evil bar of soap inside the magical spaceship. Inside the-not-so-magical bath tub.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"> Word: Spaceship</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span> </span>One day Piggii, the plastic pig action figure, was inside the bath tub with Z.F. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Z.F. is a magical rip in the space time continuum, or at least the package she was bought in said. Really she was just a plastic fox like toy. Their owner (the one taking the bath) was now done and leaving the bath tub. He’d again left the tub full of soapy water, Piggii and Z.F. always enjoyed this because they enjoyed roaming the waters freely. All too sudden Mello the dirty bar of soap showed up with the magical spaceship. </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><span> </span>“Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!”, exclaimed the bar of soap. “I shall take you all!” </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span> </span>Mello, the evil dirty soap, had self esteem issues and hated every body. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span> </span>“No!” cried the two. </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">The two were forced inside the magical spaceship.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span> </span>The magical spaceship was a nice ship, it seemed to be a rent to own and was around $25.00. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span> </span>“What is the mortgage on this place?” Piggii asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span> </span>“Roughly 9000.00 a month” the bar of soap said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"><span> </span>“Wow, that sucks!” Z.F. exclaimed. <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"> Before the dirty bar of soap could answer, I, narrator of this story appeared out of no where. </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span> </span>“Stop!” I exclaimed. Now you should know I’m a rubber ducky and compared to soap I’m not very scary………but I do have a sword! ( its really a magical tooth pick).<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">With a wisp of my “sword” the dirty soap was split into numerous pieces.</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";"><span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">After that, Z.F learned how hotel soap is made and Piggii called a realtor.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">She obviously loved the spaceship. </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">And <b>that</b> was 7th grade Art class for ya.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">I know this looks bad, but I TOTALLY had a comic ready, FOUR of them actually. But between the scanner, the computer, the email, and the other computer some of it got lost. And I refuse to wrestle with something that I know will win.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Whenever I say "totally" I fell like a blonde-typical-teenage-girl. I don't like that feeling.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">So, my cousin (Yes Katie. I'm gonna talk about <b>you</b> tonight ^^) sent me a letter. 8D It was awesome because I never get mail and when I do it's something silly like report cards (those things are very silly in our household, along with conferences. They always say "A's", what's the point anymore?). She misses my comics which make me feel guilty (though also very happy. At least someone misses them too <3). I'd planned to dedicate this week's comic to her, because she missed them so, but then the scanner said "screw you". o_o</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: large;"><b>I'm so very sorry, <a href="http://redheadedadventuress.blogspot.com/">Katie</a>.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">I'll just have to dedicate this picture of a llama to you instead.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqirB2omBfXJE0EaTP_iiajpq5rXQh95MxWKY0SPIDn3jG5cNmc5HuSuAhko2htzSJlNHqpjD_g9ss6_xUI7OjIIzIpG2FISYCTf5nTrIo5mdZ7LgYOGdgdQhLeKp1wvBxrwHeme2ufW8/s1600/llama.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqirB2omBfXJE0EaTP_iiajpq5rXQh95MxWKY0SPIDn3jG5cNmc5HuSuAhko2htzSJlNHqpjD_g9ss6_xUI7OjIIzIpG2FISYCTf5nTrIo5mdZ7LgYOGdgdQhLeKp1wvBxrwHeme2ufW8/s320/llama.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">At least, I think it's a llama.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">OUR OTHER COUSIN"S BABY (our second-cousin, no?) CAME OVER AND HE IS ADORABLE. All he can currently say is; "Mama", "dog", "ball", and "hi". Or, at least, that's all he seemed to sputter while he was here. His name is Brody and he's just recently grown into his head 8D</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">Spirit week starts tomorrow, and my costumes are going to be epic. (will post pictures :D).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">That's all for tonight, I suppose. Tomorrow is "red carpet day" and so I shall need my beauty sleep. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Whatever that is.</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';">P.S. Marching Band season is over (yay!). And so, updates will now happen on Fridays again! :D (And Megan will have more time for sleep...)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';"><br />
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