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term="goodbye" /><category term="brothers" /><category term="Vampire" /><category term="windows live mail" /><category term="166" /><category term="Ouran High School Host Club" /><category term="sewing" /><category term="sister" /><category term="Miranda IM" /><category term="science" /><category term="powerpoint" /><category term="chun" /><category term="element" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="radioblogclub" /><category term="bored" /><category term="kawaii" /><category term="weekend" /><category term="blog" /><category term="templeton secondary" /><category term="loose" /><category term="fun stuff" /><category term="promise in past" /><category term="cemetary" /><category term="165" /><category term="Morning Glory" /><category term="fail" /><category term="carol" /><category term="snow" /><category term="vancouver" /><title>A Teenage Girl, in an Adult World</title><subtitle type="html">My name is Cecilia Cromwell. I am 13 years old and an aspiring Novelist. I plan to write 50 books and get at least 10 of them published. My hopes and dreams cross and make me become something wiser. This world I'm in now, it's not mine. It's an Adult World not meant for me.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/teenagegirladultworld" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="teenagegirladultworld" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">teenagegirladultworld</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQnY4cCp7ImA9WhZXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-6401528823031378826</id><published>2011-04-28T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:02:13.838-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-28T15:02:13.838-07:00</app:edited><title>luster_newtype</title><content type="html">http://hongosana.com/atq6.html&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-6401528823031378826?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6401528823031378826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=6401528823031378826" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/6401528823031378826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/6401528823031378826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/lusternewtype.html" title="luster_newtype" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYBRnk-eCp7ImA9WxZTGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-7270992284733732772</id><published>2008-01-20T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:59:17.750-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-20T01:59:17.750-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="post" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livejournal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="updating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodbye" /><title>Sto spostando - arrivederci - il arrivederci/I'm Moving - Bye bye</title><content type="html">You read the title right, I'm movin' the blog. Although, I'll still post in here from time to time. It won't be updated as often as my other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that this blog didn't make it past a year even. But I'll keep it alive with major life alterations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog is called &lt;a href="http://plum-newtype.livejournal.com"&gt;The Useful Idiot&lt;/a&gt;, hosted by LiveJournal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-7270992284733732772?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7270992284733732772/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=7270992284733732772" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/7270992284733732772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/7270992284733732772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/sto-spostando-arrivederci-il.html" title="Sto spostando - arrivederci - il arrivederci/I'm Moving - Bye bye" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MGRH8zeyp7ImA9WxZTF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-3381837002774762640</id><published>2008-01-19T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:30:25.183-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-19T00:30:25.183-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="starbucks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cake" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="persona 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="headphones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="banana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tech crew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocolate" /><title>&amp; della squadra di tecnologia; Pensieri di oggi/Tech Crew &amp; Thoughts of Today</title><content type="html">Well, I had Tech Crew today after school! We built this wooden thing and I was the &lt;i&gt;Nail Lady&lt;/i&gt;, according to Maddie and Jordan. Hmph. I wanted to nail something in! But Jordan wouldn't let me -_-;; They said it would be a bad idea and stuff... hahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are all chalky now because the nails were covered in this dust/chalk type powdery stuff... (Side Note: The fire alarm went off because my Mama[Grandma on my dad's side] just burnt something in the kitchen...) It was so unfair! And Paul and Cory wouldn't talk to them to let me nail T~T I was stuck as the Nail Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, though, I went to Starbucks and bought a Tall Mocha Frapp($3.70 CAN) and a Chocolate cake with banana and oatmeal($1.95 CAN). The total was $5.93 CAN.... I had $5.98 on my Starbucks card, so now I have $0.05 left. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! The walk home was horrid! I carried with me 8 books in my book bag, and it's a shoulder one, so my left shoulder aches now ): And, I swear, the temperature dropped during the time between leaving school with Alyssa and arriving on my home street... -___- I was freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan/Jibral wasn't here today, because he's sick! Oh noes! His family got in a car crash the other day, thank goodness no one got hurt^^ (Except shannon, we all hate her. She doesn't even deserve to have her name capitalized). Anyway, they're suing the driver who crashed into them for $$ for a new car (: Lucky them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to buy my &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/NEW-audio-technica-Pleasant-Fit-Headphone-ATH-EM700-SV_W0QQitemZ300156268736QQihZ020QQcategoryZ3274QQrdZ1QQssPageNameZWD1VQQcmdZViewItem?_trksid=p1638.m118"&gt;Persona 3&lt;/a&gt; headphones today! I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-3381837002774762640?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3381837002774762640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=3381837002774762640" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3381837002774762640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3381837002774762640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-i-had-tech-crew-today-after-school.html" title="&amp; della squadra di tecnologia; Pensieri di oggi/Tech Crew &amp; Thoughts of Today" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQn8-cSp7ImA9WxZTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-7124940079406928675</id><published>2008-01-16T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:38:33.159-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-16T11:38:33.159-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PSA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romeo and Juliet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sewing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="film" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silver" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="element" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stella" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shakespeare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="english" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science" /><title>Essere oggi ammalato/Be sick today</title><content type="html">As I woke up today, I really regretted it. But, you see, I actually did it because I knew I had school. And it wasn't until I was fully awake to even think of not going to school today. At first, I thought of going to Stella's and tricking everyone, but then she wasn't online, so I dropped that idea fast. I thought in my head what we would go over today in school, and found there to be almost nothing. In Film I'm supposed to do a PSA with Stella, but we fucked up so now we're doing nothing =D In Sewing I have to sew this garment and finish this skirt thing... I've already finished Scene two of Romeo and Juliet in my own time, and that's pretty much all we're going to do. In Science I'm working on an elements project, my own element is Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm thinking today being an okay day. I have to clean my &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; room. That itself shall take at least three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And here's a new creative blog thing! ^^ &lt;a href="http://thepastwindow.blogspot.com/" /&gt;The Window&lt;/a&gt; is my outlit for my creative side. There's drabbles, character sketches, and promts... and chapter by chapter udpates of my stories! With links!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-7124940079406928675?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7124940079406928675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=7124940079406928675" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/7124940079406928675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/7124940079406928675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/essere-oggi-ammalatobe-sick-today.html" title="Essere oggi ammalato/Be sick today" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DRHgyeSp7ImA9WxZTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-755048449092449267</id><published>2008-01-15T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:36:15.691-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-15T18:36:15.691-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maid apron" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="westmend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TAC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DreamHost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paradox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sixte aura soloman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dylan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stella" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Estelle coco soloman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theater temp" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alyssa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chapter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentine's maid cafe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="headphones" /><title>Dopo la scuola e le cuffie/After school, and headphones</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's this really nice set of  headphones that I want. Not only because they're Persona 3 related--although  that's the main reason why--I, also, want them because they're of good quality  and I hate earbuds/earphones. They're shipped directly from Japan, so I'll  cherish their... Japanese-ness. I've searched the whole English web for a pair  of these, and found an eBay store that has 2 in stock for roughly $89.99 US.  Now, I'm not sure which dollar is in the lead right now--they're moving too fast  for me to pay close attention--but I want these headphones. They're at the top  of my want list, followed by a Maid Apron from Westmend, then my own website  address from Dreamhost. But headphones first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;In other news~ I had an anime club  (TAC) meeting today, discussing about the Valentine's Maid Cafe. I'm going&lt;br /&gt;to  wear my maid dress and serve people and be all cafe-like and be "cute." =D Maybe  I'll post up some pictures&lt;br /&gt;if you'd like^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;And after TAC--which I only went for  like... 2 minuets--I went to Theater Temp! I'm not sure if I've written in here  about it before, but, now I am! It's this theater program(duh) that focuses on  us students! It's a lot of fun, I went there last year; most memorable thing  ever. I've been trying to get Stella/Bouchinsan to join Theater Temp with me and  Alyssa/Alice/Larissa, but she won't! Ugh! And mayybe Dylan/Jibral, too. It's not  too late to join! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;This new story of mine is kind of  like a... simile? Well, I've joined Animanga characters with my real life  friends and foes! And we're all&lt;br /&gt; just one giant mob of people!   It's real fun, I've put in my friends who I have permission from in it and I've  put in the mean girls at school without their permission, and I've turned myself  into this klutz girl with blonde green streaked hair and an attatude towards  people... who is a real klutz XD I mean it! Like, in the first chapter, she gets  hit in the head by this Cory Watson person, grade 11, an OC. Anyway,  the&lt;br /&gt; way I'm telling the story is going to be skipping all over the  place, but still in chronological order, of course. It'll&lt;br /&gt; be so  cool~!  I'm planning it so well! I'm basically taking events from my daily  life and putting them into the story! Ehh... no, I did not get hit in the  head^^; The girl's name is Estelle (Coco) Soloman, she has&lt;br /&gt; a brother  named Sixte (S-EEK-st) Aura Soloman. I myself love their names! And people call  Estelle "Coco" and Sixte "Six." Yeah, really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm planning to have the second  chapter take place "today," January 15, 2008-ish. I mean... if I finish it today  @_@;; Not really good with dedlines(deadlines?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm newly fascinated with this word:  Paradox. For the definition, click the link ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-755048449092449267?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/755048449092449267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=755048449092449267" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/755048449092449267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/755048449092449267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/dopo-la-scuola-e-le-cuffieafter-school_15.html" title="Dopo la scuola e le cuffie/After school, and headphones" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBQ3k8eyp7ImA9WxZTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-2557846129796472183</id><published>2008-01-14T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:57:32.773-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-14T16:57:32.773-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winter break" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="god chat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="early morning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="800+" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fanfiction.net" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simple Beauty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crush" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ipod" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kuroki konya" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visitors" /><title>Sistemi Aperti/Open Systems</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hullo, hullo. It's early morning,  wherein I have to leave for school very soon--within the next half hour--and is  reluctant to go. Oh woe is me T~T School will forever be horrid... unless a  special someone would be there and I wouldn't be able to see that someone out of  school hours... but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A crush update is that I don't like  Matt anymore. Nope. I haven't liked him since the beginning of winter break. I  just haven't said anything 'till now. But, of course, we're still friends. But  it feels awkward when I'm around him now, because there's that knowledge that I  used to like him in my head, and I'm pretty sure he knows... and still thinks I  like him. Ugh! Do I hate school, or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;New joy! My story just reached 800+  visitors Yes! I'm so happy! Uh... it's a fanfiction story. It's the one called  &lt;em&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3949592/1/Simple_BeautyCTRL + Click to follow link" href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3949592/1/Simple_Beauty"&gt;Simple  Beauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, remember? Click the link to start reading =D It's narrated by a  17-year-old named Kuroki Konya, you can find her profile on &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1272558/"&gt;my page&lt;/a&gt;. I've totally redone it,  a new username and avatar. I want to bring on a safe and sweet appeal to others.  Don't want to scare people off with that "Affinity26" crap anymore; I might have  been intimidating. Especially when the person might like what I write and  &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; feel intimidated. I tend to feel that way, too, about writers I  like--or even artists! Oh, now I'm wondering if other people feel this way, too,  towards writers and artists they adore. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Have you heard of this "God Chat"  thing? I've had a few friends speak of it a few times, saying "they're speaking  with god, I can send you the link" and stuff. Quite interesting. I've actually  gone there once or twice, just to joke around. I'm an atheist type genesian  &amp;lt;-- don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ugh! Oh, no! I forgot to charge my  ipod T~T I'll have to charge it while I'm at school, then, eh? =D But no music!  Ugh! I hope I go somewhere afterschool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-2557846129796472183?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2557846129796472183/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=2557846129796472183" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/2557846129796472183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/2557846129796472183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/sistemi-apertiopen-systems.html" title="Sistemi Aperti/Open Systems" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCR3s_eyp7ImA9WxZTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-2197296224326589872</id><published>2008-01-11T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:54:26.543-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-14T16:54:26.543-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friday's feast" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="easy" /><title>Pensato per Alimento</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so, here's a meme from &lt;a title="http://www.fridaysfeast.com/CTRL + Click to follow link" href="http://www.fridaysfeast.com/"&gt;Friday's Feast&lt;/a&gt;; it's neat. And, also,  from now on, I'll be more loose with this blog. I've noticed that it's too  formal and stuff. So when I saw this meme, I though, "Oh, look! Fun!" and  decided to post it on my blog XD &amp;lt;- am now using these emoticons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;What is your middle  name? Would you change any of your names if you could? If so, what would you  like to be called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My middle name is Ying. Oh, yes!  I would change my whole name! I'd like to be called something sweet... Like  Cecilia Celine Cromwell, or Grimm, you know? I've always wanted a white person's  name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;If you were a fashion  designer, which fabrics, colors, and styles would you probably use the  most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'd like to use denim, or soft  fabrics. I'd like to use earthy warm colors... I love to design dresses and  jackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;What is your least favorite  chore, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Laundry, and cleaning my  room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;What is something that  really frightens you, and can you trace it back to an event in your  life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Death. End of  story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;Where are you sitting  right now? Name 3 things you can see at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My chair in my room. Stella, Maid  dress, mini honey mandarin oranges box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tada,  done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-2197296224326589872?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2197296224326589872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=2197296224326589872" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/2197296224326589872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/2197296224326589872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/pensato-per-alimento.html" title="Pensato per Alimento" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGQHwzfip7ImA9WxZTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-8820091022865435962</id><published>2008-01-10T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:53:41.286-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-14T16:53:41.286-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yukari takeba" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="global warming" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sewing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="persona trinity soul" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="windows live mail" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fail" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playstation 2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new england" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="persona 3" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="schoolwork" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="minato arisato" /><title>-âme de trinité- persona/Persona -trinity soul-</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so the only thing I can use  right now is this Windows Live Mail thing for my blogging. It still doesn't have  the ability to post images, but at least this is a bit more professional. By the  way, I was going to post a Persona 3 image(&lt;a title="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/994/independentposteryw6.jpgCTRL + Click to follow link" href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/994/independentposteryw6.jpg"&gt;http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/994/independentposteryw6.jpg&lt;/a&gt;)  for this post. Also, from now on, there will be no tags on the posts and the  format will return to Old Style. At least, until I can get Windows Live Writer  working again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, onto the whole deal with this  post... I have a new obsession! It's Shin Megumi Tensei: Persona 3; I just call  it Persona 3 or P3. There's also a manga and an anime based on this video game.  My favorite character, believe it or not, is the main character, who you can  name yourself. In the manga, he's named Minato Arisato, so that's what I always  call him. He's the "silent protagonist type, and most relationship fanfics  center around him and Yukari Takeba, who I think is a nice match for Minato. But  I don't think he should date anyone who is also someone from S.E.ES. because it  could distract him with the fighting and stuff. But yeah, I think Yukari is the  best match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;God! I don't even have this game and  yet I'm all fanny about it. But I have watched the anime (Persona -trinity  soul-) and have read the manga (Persona 3). And I do plan on getting a  Playstation 2 (the gaming console it's played on) and Persona 3 FES version,  which is the better version, so I'm told. I also already have the game OST, and  have downloaded all the promo vids I could find for P3. I'm the best fan who has  never played the game, eh? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;During Science today I couldn't stop  thinking of P3 and Minato. I like, kept thinking (in my mind) that I was in  class 2-F (Minato's class) and he sat diagonal from me, and Junpei sat in front  of me and Yukari sat... like.. on the other side... and Aegis sat next to Minato  (which is the actual layout in the game). So, god! I can't stop and it's really  interfering with my schoolwork now. I couldn't finish my work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of schoolwork, I'm thinking  of dropping out of sewing, or transferring into cooking. My Italian is going  alone horribly, as well. I've done, like, not even three assignments so far in  the year, and we have at least 12. I'm allowed to fail sewing and Italian, by  the way, permission given to me by my dad. And I'm thinking of taking Cooking  and Japanese next year, instead of continuing with Sewing and Italian. The  reason why I had wanted to take Italian in the first place was so that I could  use the language in my writing, like for titles of chapters or of the book or  something, but now I know that it is really hard. At least I know how to read  it, now. And I understand greetings and stuff. If someone were to say things  that strangers would say to each other when greeting I would understand all--if  not, most--of what they were saying. The person could say, "Di dove sei?" I  would said, "Sono di Vancouver, Canada. E tu?" And &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, my readers was  Italian for "Where are you from?" "I'm from Vancouver. And you?/You?" Yeah, I've  learned some here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Events of Global Warming has  appeared! I've heard from New England there was a day that had graced the  residents of NE with a spring day in early January. Clear blue skies, slightly  warm weather. I mean, it was warm enough for someone to go walking without a  jacket in short sleeves and shorts, so I heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In school, there was this group of  people's lockers who had gotten broken into. It was mostly the popular girls. My  semi-friends from mini, Maddie and Sahana, know who it was. This mini(/?) guy  named Kevin. Someone had pissed him off by like, rejecting him--unclear whether  it was love or friendship, but I heard it was both from multiple people--so he  broke into school, broke roughly 12 windows, and broke into 10 girls' lockers.  This Kevin guy also stole 5 pages of Sahana's diary, which I heard her later say  were important and private pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Please do not blame me for my delays  in updating, you all know of my situation from now on. Thank  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-8820091022865435962?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8820091022865435962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=8820091022865435962" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/8820091022865435962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/8820091022865435962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-de-trinit-personapersona-trinity.html" title="-âme de trinité- persona/Persona -trinity soul-" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFQXg_fCp7ImA9WxZTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-903585523783704986</id><published>2008-01-10T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:56:50.644-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-10T18:56:50.644-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sorry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodbye" /><title>My Apologies(Whoa, English)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/994/independentposteryw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/994/independentposteryw6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my computer is officially screwed right now and it won't let me publish any new posts from Windows Live Writer, which is what I use. It keeps coming up as an error report, or something. And when I use the normal Blogger type thing, it won't publish pictures correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means there won't be any new posts for a long time. Sorry. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-903585523783704986?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/903585523783704986/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=903585523783704986" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/903585523783704986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/903585523783704986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-so-my-computer-is-officially.html" title="My Apologies(Whoa, English)" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANRHk-fSp7ImA9WB9aEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-7775220426484031631</id><published>2008-01-01T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:46:35.755-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-01T01:46:35.755-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cute" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vampires" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="star-crossed lovers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kira Acelin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ipod nano widescreen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chapters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chapter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vampire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brothers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raina Dougan" /><title>Nuovo anno felice! Buon Natale!/Happy New Year! Merry Christmas!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/6467/945e9a639568f094cw3.jpg" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Intro++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hello! Welcome to this very belated blogpost! Haha. I got the picture from Nefes from deviantART. So yeah.. Wow, tons of stuff to cover this time!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++News++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; My Christmas and Christmas Eve were good. On the Eve I went to my mom's for dinner. I was sick on Christmas Day, so I didn't go to my Grandma's like I usually do. But she sent us a basket full of goodies and I got a $50 Sears gift certificate and chocolate... what a shame I don't really like chocolate, eh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got a $30 gift certificate from my uncle Janvin for Chapters, a $25 dollar gift certificate from my dad's best friend, $20 from my mom, a iPod nano widescreen from my dad, a very nice jacket from China from my Mama and Yeye, as well as a very pretty necklace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While everyone else is out partying and stuff I'm stuck here at home typing this and writing my story. Lame. Completely lame.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh! I got two new story ideas! One is about this war between the Angels and Witches and the Demons and Vampires... and the demons and vampires captured the descendant of the once ruler of the Witches... and she begins working for them.. but she can only live until 30 human years old, now. Romance ensues between her and a demon.. tada! Instant plot! Now I'm still thinking whether it should be all lusty, drama, action/adventure, or juicy romance..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And another story is about this 15 year old girl named Raina Dougan. She and her friends started this corporation called Zakura Inc., at first to spy on this mysterious family that appears to always be awake. Some things happen and the first chapters with Kira--the teenager of the mysterious family--meeting Raina and them &lt;em&gt;falling in love&lt;/em&gt;. But they don't really... &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; this. Raina thinks it's just a small crush because he's cute and handsome and charming etc. And Kira thinks it's just a lot of sympathy for the poor girl. You see, Raina isn't just a normal human, none of her friends are. They're Fallen, banished children from the Land of Clouds. Fallen have to &lt;em&gt;earn&lt;/em&gt; their way back into the Land of Clouds(LoC) by succeeding on Earth and passing the evaluation given to them by a person from LoC. Originally, Raina was evaluated at age 5 to 10 and passed, but Balzac felt bad for taking her away from her family so he let her stay, telling her he'd be back some day when she's old enough, prepared enough, and emotionally stable enough. Of course, Kira doesn't know that Raina was the girl he was examining for 5 years, or that Raina is able to use her powers to her full potential, or that he's in love with her. I'm planning on making the pair "Star-crossed lovers," eh? But I bet I'd run out of trouble...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm tired now. It's past 1 a.m. Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-7775220426484031631?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7775220426484031631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=7775220426484031631" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/7775220426484031631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/7775220426484031631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/nuovo-anno-felice-buon-natalehappy-new.html" title="Nuovo anno felice! Buon Natale!/Happy New Year! Merry Christmas!" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQnk6fCp7ImA9WB9UF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-3392901746048683805</id><published>2007-12-15T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:46:23.714-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-15T23:46:23.714-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salvation army" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="merry christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woke up late" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Morning Glory" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ouran High School Host Club" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oneesan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ouran PS2 game" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ouran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="today" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot guys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Newtype USA magazine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shirochii Kuromashii" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bouchinsan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crystal Mall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animanga" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="california roll" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="format" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sakura media" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="candyland" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simple Beauty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="metrotown" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sushi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Code Geass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anime" /><title>Buon Natale, hanno calzini felici!/Merry Christmas, have happy socks!(Old Format)</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/2891/christmasfoxbychibighibjf3.jpg" align="left"&gt; See? I can revert back to the old format any time I'd like! And, to tell you the truth, I kind of like it better this way. The newer format is just more formal and more organized than this old one, eh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well! Let's start off this blogpost with how my day went! I had woken up late today, around 10:19 AM. I was supposed to go to Metro with Bouchinsan and Jibral at around ten... I had made them quite late. And so did Jibral, sort of. We left somewhere between eleven and&amp;nbsp; twelve. We saw Josh at Metro! He was caroling with a bunch of other people from school. They were raising money for... the Salvation Army or some other charity thing..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As soon as we went inside, we either went to Sakura Media or the washroom... I forget. Oh my god! Guess what?! The people at Sakura Media thought Jibral was 18 and let him buy 18+ yaoi! Bouchinsan and I were amazed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We then went to Sweet Factory and bought 5 dollars worth of Candy! Haha. Eating it gave me a headache, at one point. I think it worsened Bouchinsan's.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we went to Crystal Mall after and ate sushi. Then we went to Everyday to get Jibral pencils. Then we went to this media store. Then to this other Animanga store. And saw these girls... But they left and we raided in. I was so going crazy over all the Code Geass they had! I love Code Geass! I ended up buying a Newtype USA magazine with Code Geass on the cover. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we went to this... other store. And saw those girls from earlier. They thought we were stalking them... Which we weren't. Really..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we went to Candyland and bought candy. Lots of candy. Tons. No, not really. But it sure seemed like it! I also bought this sweet strawberry lip balm called lip ice. I also bought this big three drawer box of Hello Kitty candy. It was only 3 something. Cheap. Because it used to be seven something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we left to Metro and went to Sakura Media again. And Jibral bought Bouchinsan J-Boy, a very thick yaoi manga that was rated 18+. And again, they let him buy it. We saw the girls from before, again. And we talked for a bit. And stuff. Then we left. And walked around for a bit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were sore so we decided to take a seat. And found there was only one seat open, so we squished up on one seat. Haha. All three of us. Cramped much? So Bouchinsan and Jibral decided to read the J-boy yaoi and I decided to open and read my Newtype magazine. I was roughly halfway through when we saw those girls again! They stopped and we talked for a bit. We got Mercedes' msn and she got ours. Most likely going to give it to her friends, too. Yeah, they were pretty cool. We went walking together in a huge group at Metrotown. It was roughly fun. They were really nice and cool... as I've said before. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we went to the food court we had to go. We left and went to the ground floor to Morning Glory. Then we walked around for a bit on the ground floor then decided to just sit between the two escalators on the ground. I got to look through my Newtype and Bouchinsan and Jibral looked through the J-boy yaoi. We spent roughly an hour there! A-ma-zing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On our way out, we went to Bluenotes to buy socks. On the skytrain, we saw Tatsu, this guy Bouchinsan used to like(and maybe still does... most likely). I quite thought he looked rather depressed but Bouchinsan and Jibral said it was just normal because he's single eyelidded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went to Bouchinsan's house after and had hot chocolate. Then I went home because my dad called wanting me home. All in all, the whole day was fun!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, onto my story update! I've started a new story called Simple Beauty. It's an Ouran High School Host Club fanfic. I really hope the OCs aren't MarySues! Maybe you guys could check it for me some day, eh? By the way, I'm looking for some beta readers! Contact me sometime if you'd like to try it out!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, anyway, the story is about Shirochii Kuromashii. She's 15 years old, first year, class B. Blood type B. Light brown hair and blue eyes. She's actually a pretty dull girl physically--unless you like that type of girl, that is--but is extraordinary in personality. She's really... different from the other students in Ouran, and is keen on making the best of her life without the help of her family's fortune. She thinks her life is too boring and wants action to happen. Wants drama! Which she gets, later on in the story, from the Host Club and an old friend from France. Incorporated in the story is Leo Jean-Pierre, Ron Wan, and Yoshitsuna, the OCs from the Ouran PS2 game. Any information on any of the characters would be nice and all are welcome! But, I already know that Leo knows Tamaki from long ago, Ron is Umehito's cousin... and Yoshitsuna is anti-social. I want to know what school the three go to, and tons of more information on the girl OC that's friends with Haruhi. Like her school! It's Sakura 'orchid' High. What's the Japanese word for orchid?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, you know, that kind of stuff... and such..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-3392901746048683805?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3392901746048683805/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=3392901746048683805" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3392901746048683805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3392901746048683805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/buon-natale-hanno-calzini-felicimerry.html" title="Buon Natale, hanno calzini felici!/Merry Christmas, have happy socks!(Old Format)" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MGQnsyeSp7ImA9WB9VGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-9171354691109755614</id><published>2007-12-05T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:23:43.591-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-05T19:23:43.591-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="event" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="december" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eclipse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pro-d day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DreamHost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the lovely bones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="webpage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bookworm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twilight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alice Sebold" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stephenie meyer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calling You" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="today" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="asked out" /><title>Dicembre Occupato/Busy December</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8721/il430xn10705150iq6.jpg" target="_blank" atomicselection="true"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/2240/il430xn10705150ie9.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy December, everyone! I know, it's a bit late to actually say "Happy December," but I feel like I should say it as a nice greeting!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In this blogpost, some drama from over the past few days in the school and news sections. What I did today in the weekend section, and&amp;nbsp; a book update!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The name of this post literally means, I'm guessing, "December occupied," or "December busy." But with the proper grammar, it does mean "Busy December." Don't know why I used this image for the post.. Click it for full view.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++News++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday during my free block/Italian, I, of course, went to the drafting room to see Matt. I brought the books &lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt; by Alice Sebold and &lt;em&gt;Calling You&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; by... I forget who. Haha. I handed the book to&amp;nbsp;Mark for him to read and borrow, since he seemed to have taken some interest in it the last time I had brought it. He kept complaining that he hadn't read for a long time... which I found preposterous. Then I found that Matt hadn't read for a long time, too... my thought of him went down a bit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was a presentation during that class.. This guy named Ian from the Art Institute of Seattle... or was it Vancouver..? Can't remember, even though it was yesterday..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, by the end of the class both Mark and Matt had at least finished chapter one and Matt was reading past the point to chapter two. I found this kind of odd since he had thought not much of it last time I had brought it in. And now, he's borrowing it.. I'm a bit thrilled that he had taken interest in one of my favored books, but also weirded out that he took such sudden interest in it. One thing that I can't seem to get out of my head, though--even when I know I shouldn't, since it doesn't/shouldn't mean anything--is that Matt kept referring to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; book as &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; book. And he kept trying to get it back from Mark, who I had intended the book to be borrowed by in the first place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++School++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because I'm a bookworm and I like to brag about my books, I brought all my newest books and my borrowed books from the library to school yesterday, totaling to roughly 6-8 books. That's a lot to bring to school in one day! I felt a bit odd, actually, since there were so many books in my locker. But it gave the locker that "lived in" feel; for the first time ever, it feels like &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; locker.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last Monday--the third--I got to make scarves in Textiles! I plan to sew tons of buttons on it heading in one direction to make it look like they're exploding from one direction. I also put this brown strip of stuff on it.. I forget what it's called, but I think it sounds similar to brack.. Like rick-rack or something.. It's a really nice material we're working with. Nice and warm... Most people in the class are making the scarves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I heard there's a Winter Event/Dance on the 13th. I'm not sure whether it's an event or a dance. If it's an event, I'm definitely going. If it's a dance, no way in hell am I going to&amp;nbsp;go unless asked to by someone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Weekend++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today was a pro-d day. So I woke up at ten to eleven, then went on the computer until almost two. From then to five I spent the time reading &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer! Yep, it came in the mail! Actually, it came in the mail yesterday but I had no bother with mail so I only found out later on. It was supposed to come Monday. So it's late!&amp;nbsp; But I'm so glad it did! It's been real boring around home lately and no real books seem to hold interest compared to &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt;. I'm already one third through&amp;nbsp;the book in only half a day... I know, that seems like a long time! And I feel really bad, too. I mean, with &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; I read it all within 12 hours. Here I am, reading &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; and it's been already past 12 hours!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also, today, I made my own signature brush! Yipee! And I have a hunch that my non-Asian grandma might get me one of the iPod players. Hopefully not shuffle. I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; shuffle. I might just sell it if she gets me that. For what? $80?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My dad said he might get me a DreamHost account... a Per Year one where it's $9.95.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Extras++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://selfportraitchallenge.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2128/2089585035_efdcac0a96_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:BreadQueen@operamail.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2065/2089585099_c0bb64c9eb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-9171354691109755614?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9171354691109755614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=9171354691109755614" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/9171354691109755614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/9171354691109755614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/dicembre-occupatobusy-december.html" title="Dicembre Occupato/Busy December" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2128/2089585035_efdcac0a96_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDRnw6fip7ImA9WB9VFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-6862172835112853080</id><published>2007-12-02T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:27:57.216-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-02T22:27:57.216-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cold day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sheldon the Snowman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snowmen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silverpoot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weekend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow storm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="father" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="storm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deviantart" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="radio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="numb" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jibral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><title>La pioggia ha lavato via la neve/Rain washed away the Snow</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/724/snowbysilverpootnk3.jpg" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Intro++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hello, Readers! In today's post, I talk about my day! Also, I talk about my snowman, Sheldon, who I named that because it was stupid. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It snowed a lot today. But by the mid afternoon it started to rain. By tomorrow, all--if not, most--of the snow shall be gone. The picture is by &lt;a href="http://silverpoot.deviantart.com" target="_blank"&gt;Silverpoot&lt;/a&gt; from deviantART. Cute, eh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++News++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the radio today, it said that there is to be a storm tonight. I heard on a weather channel that it is to happen not too long after midnight. I am not worried too much, only about being in darkness for a long period of time. As you all may or may not know, I am terrified by pitch black darkness. Not just dark, I can handle the dark, but &lt;em&gt;pitch black&lt;/em&gt; dark, where I can't see &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;, I am afraid of. It's just past ten, so there's still a few hours to go until the said storm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Weekend++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I played in the snow by myself instead of with my dad like I was supposed to. I played around and made a bulky snowman I named Sheldon, because the name and the thought of &lt;em&gt;naming a snowman&lt;/em&gt; was stupid. See? They both start with an S!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, I was supposed to meet Stella somewhere on Hastings. But because of some miscommunication, I stayed home and went on the computer to talk with Jibral. Later, when my dad came back from some computer place, I took his cellphone and wanted to take a picture of Sheldon. Only, when I went to go check, he had fallen backwards. I tried to fix him... but couldn't. So I lifted his &lt;em&gt;heavy&lt;/em&gt; bottom part and "placed" it on the ground. Then I took his fallen upper half, patted it down, and tried to put it on top of the bottom half. But the bottom couldn't support the top half so it smashed. I was so sad. Sheldon even had a &lt;em&gt;snow hat&lt;/em&gt;! I wore it, too!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, in the end, I made a memorial out of Sheldon's remains. Haha. Click &lt;a href="http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/7329/sheldoncf4.png" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a memorial image Jibral drew on a Facebook Graffiti application. My fingers were so cold they hurt to move and when I went inside they burned so much. The tips of my fingers were red while the rest of my hands were yellow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Extras++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wow, this blogpost is sure short O_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-6862172835112853080?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6862172835112853080/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=6862172835112853080" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/6862172835112853080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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Guess what I did today? I went to Metro with Bouchinsan! That's featured in the "news" part. Also in this blogpost, it's snowing! I'll give you the whole hype later on, also in "news." Our--Bouchinsan and I--trip to Metro and back a disaster! Read up! News! Read all about it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The image for this blogpost is to represent how f***ing cold it was today! (: And yeah, I'll stray a bit from my orderliness of blogging.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++News++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, first off, I'll fill you all in on my trip to Metro with Bouchinsan! I had covered last years boots with this silicone guard just for this trip! I left for Bouchinsan's at twelve forty-five and arrived there roughly five minuets later. Earlier today I had walked to Dollar Giant to get gloves... by the end of the day, they had one hole in them. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We left at roughly 1:10 PM and walked to the bus on Dundas Street. The busses were late because of the snow today. Anyway, we took the bus to Nanaimo Station, then the skytrain to Metrotown. In Metrotown, we went straight to Sakura Media, this total Animanga store where I bought &lt;em&gt;Yoki Koto Kiku&lt;/em&gt;, and my TRC Vol.6, and Calling You book from. Yeah, we went to Metro roughly five/six times in the past two weeks. Where I got the money from, I'll never know. But most likely from saving up lunch money my dad and Yeye give me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bouchinsan bought a Dir en Grey CD that she already has, while I just looked around and fanned over things. Haha. We left to Old Navy to buy Bouchinsan's mom socks. Then we went to HMV to buy her mom a CD, it was Evenessence. Then we went back to Sakura Media, I heard a song there in English that I completely forget where I'd heard it from! I forget what anime it was from... I was a big saddened by it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, afterwards we went to Chapters to buy me a book, &lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt; by Alice Sebold. I've wanted that book for so long! Since summer, at least! At first I was afraid I'd use up too much money, but I then remembered I had my Chapters.Indigo.Coles reloadable gift card with me, so I bought it with that. I now have $10.83 left on the card. I really need to add money to&amp;nbsp; it, soon or else I'll just run out of money on it. I'd really not want that to happen. Bouchinsan said she'll burn my &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; book and singe &lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt;... She was kidding about &lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/em&gt;, though..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After Chapters, we went to buy Frozen Yogurt! I got mine with Raspberry while Bouchinsan had Kiwi. We finished, then regrouped ourselves, counted our money--more like &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; counted my money--then we left for Crystal Mall, an Asian mall next to Metro. In Crystal, I bough two 8 piece sushi at ate them all minus three, which Bouchinsan ate. Yes, that's a lot of sushi, 13 pieces, really. We went to Everyday and&amp;nbsp;there I bought a thick notepad of paper. It's 189x264mm with an inch-thick worth of paper.. For just $9.95, plus tax, totaling to $10.55! Half the sheets are lined brown(favorite color) while the other half is blue(second favorite color), the cover is pink(another color that I like). I think it was quite worth it, being imported and me being a writer. I also bought this random jar of red and white pills. It says 15&amp;nbsp; and Love You on the label. It's also in Korean, so I have no idea what it really is. On it, it also says "Loving Day D-365." The code "D-365" meaning "Day 365," New Years Eve. It's cute and was priced at $1.95! Haha. I'm a money waster.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we walked around... and went to Candyland in Crystal Mall. Bouchinsan bought a bag of Japanese(?) animal crackers. Then, we regrouped ourselves and counted our money... We then took the skytrain to Nanaimo Station. Because of the snow--by the way, it was past nightfall by now--the busses were late. The lineup was very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; long. We met a guy who locks up parks in the lineup. We also met these "hot guys," too. We were standing in the snowy lineup for an hour! When the bus finally came, the bus driver had to take a piss. While he was gone, another bus came. A lady this time. The first&amp;nbsp;bus driver came back and talked to the lady bus driver. He then mad an announcement about how the people who can walk and stuff were to go on the lady's bus and the people who &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to take a bus go on his. The line split, but then people saw he was letting on anyone so everyone just tried to pile onto one bus. Crowded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we were at Broadway and Nanaimo some people said they were on the wrong bus and had to get off at Hastings and take the number 10 East. We later found out that there was a Vancouver Giants game and a concert going on. Well, Bouchinsan already knew there was a concert happening. On the bus, I saw a cute guy. He had brown hair and blue(?) eyes. And was.. cute. Now off that topic..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, so we were on a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; crowded bus with a douchebag bus driver who kept getting insults and finally said, "If I get one more insult I'm pulling over and taking a break." He also said things like, "The lady with the gray hat was being mean to me, I'll leave that up to my passengers." He was such a &lt;em&gt;douche&lt;/em&gt;! I hate him. Forever. There was this clamp guy on the bus who sat not too far from us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He sat down, then the douche bus driver said,&amp;nbsp;"For your safety, please hold onto the poles"--the clamp guy holds onto a pole--"with two hands." The clamp guy takes out his hand from his pocket and just grasps the pole slowishly... Hard to explain.. But yeah... The clamp guy was cool. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we reached Hastings Street, almost everyone got off. I mean it. There were just 4 or so people left on the bus, plus Bouchinsan and I. I hate the douche bus driver! I can just yell at his face! He was so rude to us, and he kept PAing! So yeah, then we walked home from a Dundas bus stop. The end to our trip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It snowed today! A lot! There was a warning earlier today about the snowfall and how much there would be. It's currently snowing right now... I love the snow. Tomorrow, my dad and I are going to Burrard View Park to make snowmen. Haha, I'm such a child.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Extras++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wah! That stupid bus driver! I hate him! &lt;strong&gt;Douchebag! Douchebag! I hate him!&lt;/strong&gt; I wish he would die! Rawr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-1451423766079033257?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1451423766079033257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=1451423766079033257" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1451423766079033257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1451423766079033257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/neve-alla-metropolitanasnow-at-metro.html" title="Neve alla metropolitana/Snow at Metro" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGSH47eSp7ImA9WB9VFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-1915410167483105570</id><published>2007-11-30T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:53:49.001-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-30T23:53:49.001-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smoking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dir en grey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="media" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="math" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unbeatable" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oneesan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="templeton secondary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dollar giant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="socials" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jibral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="today" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vancouver" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vidoll" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bouchinsan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crossword" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pandora park" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nanaimo sky train" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pumpkin pie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weather" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cold" /><title>Precipitazioni nevose!/Snowfall!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/3338/snowpics137352x470oo5.jpg" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Intro++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hello, there! In this post, I'll talk about snow, the weather, my day, and a visit to Bouchinsan/Bou/Chun/Oneesan. Also, news about the special weather tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The picture featured in this post is brought to you by Google Images! Yay! And the power of searching!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++News++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In today's news, random events happened that should not be said, but shall be anyway. Today, I skipped PE with Bouchinsan to eat a pumpkin pie with her at Pandora Park's pool. Haha. First we went to the bank, then we went to Hong Hong Bakery to buy the pumpkin pie, then we went to Dollar Giant to buy plates and forks. We then raced our way to Pandora Park and ate the pie in the pool like pizza. We each had a half... I felt bloated afterwards. And it so ends up that I spent the last 15 minuets of "class" organizing my locker since I had thought that that class ended at 12:30 today. Yeah, Friday's are short days; an hour each class and 45 min for lunch..? Maybe an hour, too?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, after school, I went to Bouchinsan's place. We went on the computer, watched a ViDoll DVD, quizzed her on Dir en Grey, and flat ironed my hair. She also had the chance to put pinkish eyeshadow on my eyes. Sparkly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everything I check says it's going to Snow tomorrow. And Sunday. What luck because those two days are the first and second&amp;nbsp;days of December! And there's been a snowfall warning for the Greater Vancouver area--the area I'm in--and yet I ignore it and plan to go to Metrotown with Bouchinsan! Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really love the Snow. It's always been a sort of wonder for me, and a wondrous topic to write about or essence to add to a story. Especially a short story... But, still, Snow certainly earns it's capital.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've had some friends say to me that they've seen Matt smoking Pot. I'm not sure if I should believe them or not, but for sure it doesn't matter too much. It does count/matter in a relationship, but who's saying anything, yet? Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++School++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today at school I had my Italian/Free Block, so I talked to Matt, again. And I found it was a rather weird block since Lucy didn't bother us like she usually does. Oh well, good luck never truly lasts, does it? I also laughed at the game he was playing with some grade 9's and Calun, another grade 10. I just couldn't stop laughing...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hit Matt on the side of the head on impulse! I'm sorry! He said something that was rather stupid/idiotic/rude and I just had my hand and whacked the side of his head to make a *thump* sound... It was humorous, slightly. But I guess now he thinks I'm some violent stupid immature girl.. Rick said he was going to talk to Matt about who he likes, just to see if it'll end sadly, happily, or neutral--which is when he doesn't have a crush at all. In that latter case, I'm thinking I can suede him or something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also in school, an unbeatable crossword in Social Studies. Haha. No one can find the answer to 20 across, except for Nadeem, who's name I didn't cover since I hate him so much. Haha. By the way, Nadeem was actually willing to give us the answer for money. Who in their right, sane mind would pay for that single 12-letter-word?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Media++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Video: Kicked out of Math Class(Jibral)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lZ21Kxia6vs&amp;amp;rel=1" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-1915410167483105570?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1915410167483105570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=1915410167483105570" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1915410167483105570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1915410167483105570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/precipitazioni-nevosesnowfall.html" title="Precipitazioni nevose!/Snowfall!" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFQnw6fCp7ImA9WB9VE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-1369595563227165407</id><published>2007-11-29T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:35:13.214-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-29T19:35:13.214-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BUCK-TICK" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="subscription" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Helvetica Grimshire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tgaw" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sakura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="socials" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fay D Flourite" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fay" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sequel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rss" /><title>Romanzesco - Amore al Rischio/Romance - Love at Risk</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/4099/2074435929927e311622pe4.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++Intro++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello, Readers! How's everything going? I've got some new things for you! Featured in this blogpost is a RSS update, poll, a video, free for download music, my own music update, a rant or two, and a story update. Also, two new subheadings: School(a space to talk about my school day), and Weekend(to talk about my weekend or vacation days). TGAW now has a logo! My personal logo!  &lt;p&gt;The reason for the stormy image is to grasp my mind!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++News++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've updated the RSS/Feed page with Rojo, Bitty Browser, NetVibes, and the original RSS feed xml button so you may subscribe with another reader. You can also subscribe through email and add a link to this blog--the button is on the RSS/Feed page. I've also found out that his blog's page rank is 7/10. That's pretty good!  &lt;p&gt;I've gotten a new blog look! What do you think? It's nice and bright. It's green, it has cheer in it. I don't like how the date and time of posting is at the bottom of the post, though. It's rather inconvenient for those who just want to know about it.  &lt;p&gt;I've been obsessed with English songs lately... I find it very odd. Yes, odd indeed. I mean with singers like &lt;em&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/em&gt;. And even &lt;em&gt;Fiona Apple&lt;/em&gt;! I just really like the songs that I've heard of them, so far. So, I guess, I'd like the other ones, too? But I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;The Babys&lt;/em&gt;(Japanese) and &lt;em&gt;Buck-Tick&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;B'z&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/em&gt; is also pretty good--I love &lt;em&gt;Chasing Cars&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ways and Means&lt;/em&gt;. Oddest part about it is that all the English songs I've been listening to lately are part of a 5 disk--I only have 2/5--FST(Fan Song Track)... for &lt;em&gt;Fay&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Yeah, for Fay D. Flourite! And I can't seem to find the other 3/5 disks! The series is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Building a Mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and the two disks I have are &lt;em&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Blind Man on a Canyon's Edge&lt;/em&gt;. Help?  &lt;p&gt;Story update! I've started a new fantasy series called &lt;strong&gt;Peeboo&lt;/strong&gt;, and another fantasy/romance one called &lt;strong&gt;The Bread Queen&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't let the titles drag you down on how the stories will be, because I suck at naming stories.  &lt;p&gt;Well, Peeboo is cut up into parts, two parts per book. But they'd still be in numeral order. Like book one would have parts one and two, and book two would have parts three and four. Get it? The whole of Peeboo's stories take place far into the future, like post-apocalypse time, and our current time is taught as history to them. Accents have been passed down, but have been given different names than their originals. Peeboo's first part will be about a girl named Farrie who lives in a wonderful, peaceful, unguarded city called Nightshade. Nightshade ignores all the drama in the world, like World War III and IV, which are both going on at the same time. Nightshade, one day, gets taken over by a high-tech city called Cybertox; it was more like Nightshade was handed to Cybertox on a silver platter by a 17-year-old student. The general plot I've got in mind is that Farrie has been selected by a secret powerful group to protect all those that inhabit Earth. She is first set to recruitment, then as a "Freedom Fighter" in the later parts like 6 or 10.  &lt;p&gt;The Bread Queen is a complete ongoing story/plot. I'm still thinking up a general plot, but ideas have for sure come into my mind. I've posted about TBQ before in this blog, so I won't really repeat myself too much, just an update! Helvetica wards off bad guys, her first lover dies, and all this other fluff happens that I won't say. Grand ending, though, I'd think. TBQ is a series of roughly ten books a volume, hoping to have two or three volumes.  &lt;p&gt;I have also a new story in mind called &lt;em&gt;Paper Cranes &amp;amp; Snowflakes&lt;/em&gt;. The title is almost an all-round description.  &lt;p&gt;I've uploaded more music in the Funn Stuff section. Click the link and travel to the bottom of the page to the Box.net header. Click to listen, click the arrow to download.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++School++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow! Today at school was a blast! I talked to Rick about Matt, and told him that I liked Matt. Feels like I made a very bad decision about that... Plus, I feel very embarrassed about my crush on Matt. Like I &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; like him, or something. Not like I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to like him, anyway.  &lt;p&gt;I hate Textiles(Sewing) so much! I'm good at the sewing part, just not the filling out of the template sheet, part. I am almost positive I've posted that somewhere here before. Oh well.  &lt;p&gt;And Socials! Oh my god! I hate it so much! No, I loathe it!  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;++Media++&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Poll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://polls.blogflux.com/poll.php?poll=19125&amp;amp;width=200&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;height=200&amp;amp;fontface=Verdana&amp;amp;padding=10&amp;amp;textcolor=%23000000&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23005500&amp;amp;doublespace=0&amp;amp;borderwidth=1&amp;amp;linkmap=0&amp;amp;bordercolor=%23000000" frameborder="0" width="222" scrolling="no" height="222"&gt;&lt;a href="http://polls.blogflux.com/poll-19125.html"&gt;Take the poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Video: Free Hugs Campaign&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=0" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;New Logo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/6762/tgawou1.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-1369595563227165407?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1369595563227165407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=1369595563227165407" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1369595563227165407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1369595563227165407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/romanzesco-amore-al-rischioromance-love.html" title="Romanzesco - Amore al Rischio/Romance - Love at Risk" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BSXk9cCp7ImA9WB9VE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-899221704595105694</id><published>2007-11-28T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:15:58.768-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-28T22:15:58.768-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cute" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Darren" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="failing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confused" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grade nine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="James" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="media" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="math" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="format" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="extras" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jibral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apologize" /><title>Spiacente/Sorry</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/2741/2071931433308a69fd22otweg8.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;+Intro+&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so sorry for leaving you guys for so long! I really do apologize! Well, then... I should get to all those updates since the beginning of October, eh? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;+News+&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'll start with the drama between Alice and Rick! Over the past month, they're emotions have been flowing back and forth between each other, to say. First, Rick liked Alice; and I foolishly told Alice when she came back from her weeklong vacation in Europe. So then Rick, who is a year older than us, got mad at me! Then, after a while, Alice told me that she liked Rick. Then I told Rick--again, foolishly. So then they were both mad at me, and a bit untrusting. Then their feelings somehow... changed and matured. They were supposed to go out Friday, but they were busy.. So then they were supposed to go out today after school, but it turns out that Rick doesn't like Alice anymore! Almost complete surprise! And the whole time it was very cute to see Alice blush and Rick stutter. Adorable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, now my turn! My crush on James started in October-ish September-ish. I thought he was cute and all, and I guess that's all crushes are, right? But then he transferred into my Math class and got moved because he was talking... he sat near me! And because he was smart-ish in Math class, I wanted to do my best, which is actually pretty good. I usually fail or get something like a C- in Math, but because of James, I got a B edging on an A! I talked to Jibral about it, and said, "He should be in all my classes!" Followed by him saying, "Oh god! You'd get all A's!" Then we laughed. As we spent more time together in class I found that he wasn't bad, emotionally. So I liked him physically and emotionally, then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, like, on the Second of November, I'd heard that James had asked out Shelly to the movies. I was shocked, and a bit sad, but not too upset. I felt no ill will against either James or Shelly! Which came to a big shock to my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went after the "second in line," which was basically the next person I thought was cute. But, of course, I'd already been friends with that person. His name's Darren, and I've known him since I was in grade 5, and he was in grade 6. Yeah, he's a year older than me. Yeah, I think he's cute and all... But when we were young, we used to get into fights a lot because of Ben, another older guy friend. So I went after Darren while trying to distance myself from James as much as possible. But, after a weekend or two, I had only ended up with an infatuation with Darren and liked James more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then Bou/Chun and Jibral decide to play Cupid and tell James I liked him. Which I did, but no one knew except for an old friend of mine who I'd known since grade 5, then she moved in grade 7, and recently came back this year: Kristy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I liked James and he knew. And I had an infatuation with Darren, which he eventually knew because of Bou/Chun and Jibral! This, got me angry because I was going nowhere in either relationship--if you could call it that, even.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I met Matt. Who is in grade 10. Locker's right next to Rick, and near Bou/Chun and Jibral's lockers. I'd seen him around all of last year and known his name as of this year. We've been friends for about a month or two, that with him knowing my name and I knowing his and us saying "Hi" in the hallway. That's it. A month or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; crushing on him! Now, I can't get him out of my head! It used to be how I'd think about Darren, and James would pop into my head. Or I'd think about James and Darren would pop into my head. But it's not like that with Matt. It's just... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This gets so confusing sometimes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, on Monday, Lucy and Bou/Chun told Matt I liked him. No, they said that I had "a huge insane crush" on Matt. I was right there, too! But, you see, because it was my Italian/Free block, and I always go to Matt and Lucy's Drafting room, I don't belong there. So the teacher, Mr. Scoten, kicked out me and Bou/Chun, she was skipping her cooking class. I was so upset! And I couldn't even see Matt's reaction to what they said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I was so nervous to talk to him; I was fretting all day! But when I finally did--I "apologized" for Monday--he said that he had forgotten. Which, I am almost positive, that he did not. That was absolutely not a normal class! How could he have forgotten?! You know me, with my awful memory, even I wouldn't forget something like that! I remember when Ryan, a grade 8, used to like me! Ah! This is awful! I'm even straying away from my formalness of Blogposts! Wish I could cry..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... I'm failing Social Studies again! Oh my, Socials &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; isn't my thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;+Extras+&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so this is the new format! There'll be, from now on, subheadings. They will have the plus sign in either end, will be bolded, and underlined. Subheadings will differ from blogpost to blogpost, but there will be only a certain number of them. They are as follows: Intro(which is like the welcome to the blogpost and some info on the image), News(this is just like an update section. News on the events since the last blogpost), Media(things like links, a featured video or piece of media, etc.), Extras(kind of like a little trash area of the blogpost. These will usually come in last).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;+Media+&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;New!&lt;/em&gt; Did you know that IE(Internet Explorer) is the most unsafe web browser out there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Browse Happy" href="http://browsehappy.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="40" alt="browse-happy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2072724544_3a30578301_o.gif" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video: Karaoke for the Deaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiAONEymW1k&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=0" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-899221704595105694?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/899221704595105694/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=899221704595105694" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/899221704595105694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/899221704595105694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/spiacentesorry.html" title="Spiacente/Sorry" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQX4zfyp7ImA9WB9SEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-3598426282989015441</id><published>2007-09-29T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:20:00.087-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-29T22:20:00.087-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="queen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odd day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zombie-Loan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Helvetica Grimshire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kyle XY" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hell Girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="uncle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vampire Knight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jigoku Shojo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bread" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miranda IM" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WikiPedia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="google" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween Mode" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="veoh" /><title>Regina Del Pane, Regina Del Ventilatore</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="246" src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/7955/asianfanbyshievqm9.jpg" width="320" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Halloween's coming up! It still might be a month away from now, but, actually, it's just around the corner!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Officially, on the first of October, I'll set my computer in "Halloween Mode," to show how much I love Halloween! Hmm, I wonder what I did last year around this time...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also, it's only six months left until the one year anniversary of this blog! Oh joy! Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing really "exciting" happened lately... Oh! On Monday 24th to Wednesday 26th, my Uncle Kevin was at my school working on Kyle XY. I don't know what it's about, but here's a link to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kyle_XY" target="_blank"&gt;WikiPedia page&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not bothering to read it, really... just doesn't interest me, I just posted the link&amp;nbsp;because I thought it'd interest you in the slightest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;School is a jack ass. Seriously. I bet I'm already... actually, I'm doing pretty well except for Socials. Haha. "The Return of the Social Studies!" Yes, I'm doing horribly in Socials, yet again. I don't get what's wrong, really. Maybe Socials and I just don't mix. That &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to be the case, yes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fan. I really don't know why I put the fan as my image. Putting a meaningless image as this blog post's image reminds me of the early days/posts of this blog. Do you want to see? Click &lt;a href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The title of the blog post means "Bread Queen, Fan Queen." No, I do not know why I used that title. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've gotten a new idea for a story! It's about a "girl" named Helvetica. I forget the last name I gave her. Haha. But, anyway, she's supposed to be the "Bread Queen" of Grimshire. That's it! Her last name is Grimshire; Helvetica Grimshire. So, what happens is this traveler comes into Grimshire, and challenges the townsfolk's belief of the "Bread Queen." But then the "loyal" townsfolk abduct him, and take him to see Helvetica, where he asks her a full line of questions. She answers them all truthfully, which surprise the townsfolk. She reveals that she is as old as the universe and as powerful as the King of Gods; Zeus, and that it was Zeus who gave her the powers that she has. By the way, Helvetica looks only around sixteen-seventeen. No real plot that I've thought up, yet, but I'm planning to put in the Yuuki-Onna(Snow Woman) in the story somewhere, and all these other folklore creatures and stuff. Yeah, really interesting stuff! Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What I take the most joy in is writing and reading. I know you people must know this already, but I must admit it as most as I can so that the obsession does not envelope me in the desires of reading and writing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I downloaded Miranda IM and have been quite addicted to the Opera browser lately. I like it. And I'm using Miranda a lot, also. It's easy, simple, and doesn't slow down my computer at all! Same with Opera! Almost. Sure, I've downloaded all this stuff for Opera, but I have a CHOISE of when to activate these features without the restart of the program. Simple, no? I've also gotten Jibral into it. Haha. Yes, he's using Opera now, too. Because I showed him that Opera can read the selected text in the browser. It's a easy way to read quickly and simply without having my eyes glued to the screen. I've already practiced it on my stories that I've submitted online at FictionPress.com, it can read long chapters without any fault.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've recently gotten attached to the anime &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie-Loan" target="_blank"&gt;Zombie-Loan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jigoku_Shoujo" target="_blank"&gt;Hell Girl/Jigoku Shojo&lt;/a&gt;, and manga &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_Knight" target="_blank"&gt;Vampire Knight&lt;/a&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;recommend&lt;/em&gt; them both to whoever reads this and whoever is even slightly interested in them. A good place to read Vampire Knight online&amp;nbsp;is &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/" target="_blank"&gt;One Manga&lt;/a&gt;, but if you wish to download it, I suggest &lt;a href="http://www.narutofan.com/plus/manga/series/vampireknight.html" target="_blank"&gt;NarutoFan&lt;/a&gt;. But I warn you, using One Manga is quite slow, and NarutoFan only has up to chapters 25 so far. As I didn't download Zombie-Loan--I watched it online through media sites--I'll give you a link to the &lt;a href="http://video.google.ca/videosearch?q=%22Zombie-Loan%22+1" target="_blank"&gt;GoogleVideo&lt;/a&gt; search site. You may also want to check &lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt; if it's not working for you, however, I did not watch any Zombie-Loan on Veoh, so I can not promise you that any episodes will be there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-3598426282989015441?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3598426282989015441/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=3598426282989015441" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3598426282989015441?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3598426282989015441?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/regina-del-pane-regina-del-ventilatore.html" title="Regina Del Pane, Regina Del Ventilatore" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECQn06fSp7ImA9WB9TE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-2273078287647497291</id><published>2007-09-20T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:37:43.315-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-20T18:37:43.315-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lantern plant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BUCK-TICK" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odd day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grade nine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TRC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tsubasa Chronicle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="socials" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="166" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jibral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fay" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Suga Shikao" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="today" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apologize" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the brilliant green" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TOKIO" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kurogane" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GLAY" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHAKALABBITS" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="itchy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BUMP OF CHICKEN" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weather" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chapter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forgot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="out of the ordinary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandmother" /><title>Lezioni Della Chitarra Mólto!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="the way of the exploding fist" src="http://static.flickr.com/1401/1414432937_a1d4b29b8c.jpg" align="left" border="0" alignment="left"&gt;Firstly, I apologize for not posting for a long time. I hate school. Secondly, a whole bunch of things happened&amp;nbsp;that I was planning to write about, but have forgotten at this instant... Okay, I'll just write down what I remember in any order.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, at school, we had this concert thing called &lt;em&gt;Kindness Rocks&lt;/em&gt;. It was lame, in some ways;&amp;nbsp;I liked it in some ways. But, if I had the chance, I would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; go again, and just skip the next concert thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last week, my Grandma got voted into the Board of Directors thing, and got me into these free guitar lessons. And after the lessons, I get to &lt;strong&gt;keep the guitar&lt;/strong&gt;. These aren't lame used guitars, either. These are &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ack! There's a moth in my room! ... and it's not moving!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, after school while Bou, Jibral, Jane and I were walking home, we found a doll! We named him James, and took pictures of him on stuff and with people holding him. Jane said we were weird a few times...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found these lantern-looking plant things on the way home from school a few weeks ago. The outside is paper-like, but when opened, there's this tomato-looking ball, about the size of a small marble. I cut it open, and it even looks like how a tomato is supposed to look like, yet it smells like orange. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I gave Ms. Pang(my Textiles teacher) one of my clothing designs. She said she liked it. I said it wasn't that good, but she just said it looked that way because I had no &lt;em&gt;figure&lt;/em&gt; to work off of. So she gave me this paper package thing to help with my anatomy in drawings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hate my Socials teacher. Her name is Ms. Theodoreopolus, and she's &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt;. She actually tells the class to "shut up," and has a cold demeanor towards us students. Although, she has a kinder/softer side to more adult/mature students/persons. That's just cruel, I think.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The words in the image says, "The way of the exploding fist." And the title of this post means, "Guitar Lessons Galore!" But literally, "Guitar Lessons A Lot!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The weather has been so odd lately. One day it'll be very hot and sunny, the next it'll be cold and rainy(we even had fog today!). It's rather confusing, if you ask me. And very so quite odd.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What the hell?! I have a bug bite behind my Kurogane thigh... it's itchy, and is a bit sore. I think I might also have one on the Kurogane side of my neck.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ever since I had read chapter 166 of TRC, I've been calling my right side Kurogane, and my left side Fay. I guess it's a type of memorial service to them; I don't know. I'll keep saying it until something &lt;em&gt;not bad&lt;/em&gt; happens in TRC.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lately, I've found new music interests. Such as BUCK-TICK, TOKIO, Suga Shikao, the brilliant green, SHAKALABBITS, BUMP OF CHICKEN, and GLAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-2273078287647497291?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2273078287647497291/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=2273078287647497291" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/2273078287647497291?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/2273078287647497291?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/lezioni-della-chitarra-mlto.html" title="Lezioni Della Chitarra Mólto!" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GR345fyp7ImA9WB5aE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-5727568176273999389</id><published>2007-09-09T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:20:26.027-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-09T19:20:26.027-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Astro Trump Cards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fanfic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silverstein" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gods" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tsubasa Chronicle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="165" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chapter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first week" /><title>Di gusto squisito</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/4594/5403449pp5.jpg" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I finished reading Chapter 165 of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles not too long ago, and I pretty much cried. My eyes became watery, but no real tears came out. I was scared, worried, sad, and angry all at once! Talk about mixed emotions! I felt so... helpless. I felt like I should've done something. I don't know why I feel like that, but I think it might have something to do with a fanfic I'm writing about TRC. It's basically a rewrite of the manga with my own OC in it, and in that way, I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; have control over what happens... By the way, the story is called Silverstein.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first week of school was, of course, dreadful. I got into a fight with Jibral on Friday, and he posted this nasty comment on my Facebook. But I won't delete it. Why? Because then I won't have any proof of what he did. I'm not positive on whether he can delete the comments himself--I've never really looked into it--so I'll take a screenshot later on of the whole page.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We get our Lunch Cards tomorrow! Yay! I finally get hot lunch. Last year, I had just bought everything I needed or starved or "stole" food from the others. When I look back on it, it's so familiar and seems just like yesterday, yet at the same time far away. It was only three months ago, really.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I started a new story! This one is not a fanfic; it's real prose. It's going to be called Astro Trump Cards, or ATC for short. Here's some information:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Long ago, in the ancient times when the Gods and Humans lived side by side and with each other, a master craftsman created eleven weapon-like tools to help special humans in the world with a battle that would come far into the future. The master craftsman did not make the weapons on his own free will; he was told to by the King of Olympia, Zeus. The eleven weapon-like tools were created and took on the names of who they were made after: Sol for Apollo, Mercurius for Hermes, Venus for Aphrodite, Luna for Selene, Terra for Gaia, Mars for Aries, Iuppiter for Zeus, Saturnus for Cronus, Uranus for Caelus, Neptune for Poseidon, and Pluto for Hades. But once the weapon-like tools were made, the Gods disappeared, and where never seen again. The weapon-like tools were scattered around the globe, some went into space, all had a special charm cast upon it's package to protect it from age.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once these weapon-like tools were found, a man, a descendent of the master craftsman, stole them to search for the weapon-like tools' wielder. For the weapon-like tools had chosen their wielder long before their birth. It is the special soul that matches and confirms the bond between the weapon-like tool and it's wielder."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;There's more information that I'd like to share with you guys, but I'll have to finish the actual "Ancient Text" before I can let you read more into it. When it's done, it'll go up on my FictionPress account as the prologue for the actual story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-5727568176273999389?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5727568176273999389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=5727568176273999389" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/5727568176273999389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/5727568176273999389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/di-gusto-squisito.html" title="Di gusto squisito" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIAQ3o9eSp7ImA9WB5bGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-8450690435931594781</id><published>2007-09-04T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:22:22.461-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-04T20:22:22.461-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="starbucks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiora" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh bean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chinatown" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grade nine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bullshit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairyland" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="math" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="templeton secondary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larissa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jibral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="today" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science" /><title>La scuola è indietro, l'estate fuori. Ciò è bullshit.</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Back_to_School____by_mirokaro" src="http://static.flickr.com/1293/1326454746_4b4d43ccc5_m.jpg" align="left" border="0" alignment="left"&gt;Well, well well. Today was the first day back to school. Yay! We're--as in my whole class--aren't the youngest in the school anymore! Yep, we're grade 9s now. Although, we're the second youngest, doesn't matter. We're not the youngest, and that's what makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I woke up today at quarter to seven. All by myself! I'm so proud. Haha. Anyway, Cindy picked me up today at around ten past eight. School was odd. Mostly because it was so... short.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My classes! I am absolutely in love with my classes, in order.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;English 9, Science 9, VA10: Media Arts(film), HE10: Textiles(sewing), PE 9G, Social Studies 9A(adapt; lower than average), E. Math 9, LNET Italian 9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aren't the classes good?! Although, the Italian kind of confuses me. I take it online, which is actually a bit confusing because it says I'm supposed to go to the office to take the course. And look! I take E. Math again! Haha. And, amazingly, I take Social Studies adapt. Haha. I never even knew there was an adapt! If I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; know, however, I would've chosen it from the beginning! Oh! And I'm so glad I got to take Film, I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; film! So much fun... And I'm going to be going to Theater Temp this year again, also. Fun! I'm a bit sad, though. Because when I think about what I went through last year--which was &lt;strong&gt;Hell&lt;/strong&gt;--I know I'll have to go through that again, but worse! Awful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have English with Fiora. Science with Jibral and Bou. Film with Jibral &amp;amp; Bou. Textiles with Fiora. PE with Bou and Jibral has it at the same block as us. Socials with Jibral. Math with Bou and Jibral. Italian... I have no idea. I guess I'm all alone, on that one. Eh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The words in the picture says, "Summer is over... And so is my freedom." Haha! I thought that fit very nicely. The title means "School is back, Summer out. This is Bullshit." Haha! Again, I just thought it fit... very nicely. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last Sunday--September 2nd, 2007--I went to Fairyland(an Asian gift shop in our Chinatown) with Bou. We ended up walking all the way from there to our homes. Oh my. It was horrible! We made a stop at a Starbucks to rest for a bit. And bought an awful drink that Bou forced me to drink. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have shinsplints! They're awful! Oh... I think the person in the picture resembles Bou by... a lot. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-8450690435931594781?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8450690435931594781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=8450690435931594781" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/8450690435931594781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/8450690435931594781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-scuola-indietro-l-fuori-ci-bullshit.html" title="La scuola è indietro, l&amp;#39;estate fuori. Ciò è bullshit." /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQng7cSp7ImA9WB5bFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-6000293463719413201</id><published>2007-08-29T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:02:03.609-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-29T14:02:03.609-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh bean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larissa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apologize" /><title>La Fiera di Divertimento</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="241" alt="long_exposure_2_by_toledophotographer" src="http://static.flickr.com/1315/1268964463_7e7ffc2fc0.jpg" width="393" align="left" border="0" alignment="left" /&gt;Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it? I really apologize for the long wait for an update. There just hasn't really been anything exciting during Summer. Nothing really worth the posting in this blog of mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;News! A few days ago--like, Monday--I tried to move my story &lt;em&gt;Kyumate Chronicles&lt;/em&gt; onto a floppy disk, but when it said that the file was too large, I thought that it cancelled the action. So I deleted the "empty" folder that was on the floppy disk, only to find out &lt;strong&gt;it wasn't empty&lt;/strong&gt;. So now all my KC files are &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt; and I have no way to get them back. Well, I do, but it'll take days, or weeks, or months to search through &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; those &lt;strong&gt;deleted files&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cut my hair. I mean, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; cut my hair. There are these two chunks of hair that reach my chin and frame my face. They remind me of long bangs; that's pretty much what they are, really. But they get &lt;strong&gt;so, annoying&lt;/strong&gt;. Like when I eat or go down the stairs. And they only look good two ways: if I ware a headband, or a ponytail. Not all that nice with letting my hair fall down. My hair looks pretty, though, with the headband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Saturday, I might go to the PNE with Bou. &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt;, is the keyword. And then Sunday, I think, we could go to Fresh Bean. I think we should invite Larissa, too, she told me she's been feeling left out or something. Like she's "invisible." When she's not--not physically or metaphorically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture is of some giant Fares Wheel in Washington... But I think it fits quite nicely with my PNE theme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-6000293463719413201?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6000293463719413201/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=6000293463719413201" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/6000293463719413201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/6000293463719413201?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-fiera-di-divertimento.html" title="La Fiera di Divertimento" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcEQ388fSp7ImA9WB5VGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-3354744606084176876</id><published>2007-08-10T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:30:02.175-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-10T20:30:02.175-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh bean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Visit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pirate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleeping in" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Birth of Venus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tsubasa Chronicle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twilight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new moon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Enrico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apologize" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frapps" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brothers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="JJ" /><title>PIRATI!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="pirate_by_chopstickmadness" src="http://static.flickr.com/1361/1076873347_663fba8a2b_m.jpg" align="left" border="0" alignment="left"&gt;Okay, so like.... It's been so long since my last post. According to my calculations, it's been almost&amp;nbsp;two weeks. Wow. At least I didn't let it get to a month now, eh? Haha. Anyway, I apologize, again, for being so late and my lack for updating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I went to my mom's last weekend. It was fun and all, JJ went poop outside in his underwear... Completely disgusting! I ended up being the one to hose it down... but most of it was caught by his underwear and pants. I had asked him, "Do you need to go poo?" and he said, "Yes," in a really cute voice. Then I said, "Are you wearing a diaper or underwear?" ...and he said, "Diaper."&amp;nbsp; So that's why I left him alone. Then, while I was playing with Enrico, JJ took off his underwear &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; shorts &lt;strong&gt;outside&lt;/strong&gt;. Enrico called me and I ran over to him and told my mom. She got very angry. That was when I had to hose the yard down. You see, he took off his... &lt;em&gt;garments&lt;/em&gt; on the grass, but dragged it to the pavement. So some it got on the yard&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&lt;/em&gt; pavement. That's what I hosed down. &lt;strike&gt;Enrico kept trying to touch it... Haha.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During my last post, I do believe I had finished &lt;em&gt;The Birth of Venus&lt;/em&gt;? Well, on Wednesday, July 25 I had started staying up &lt;em&gt;all night&lt;/em&gt;. It was fun and all. I got to see the sunrise; it was very pretty. And I learned that the birds where I live wake up at around five! Haha. I kept going to sleep around 6ish and waking up any time from 1PM to 4PM. I liked it, but my dad really didn't. That's why I went to my mom's, to see if my sleeping schedule could be fixed. School's just around the corner with a little less than a month away, I need to be fixed sleepwise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's see... The title means "PIRATE!" and then I have an image of a pirate. Well, lately(as in today, just a few minuets ago), I've been craving PIRATE. Don't know why! I can &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; it's going to be another obsession. But a side obsession, since Tsubasa will be my main one for a while. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm going to get a new book! It'll be the third in the &lt;em&gt;Twilight Series&lt;/em&gt;. The book is titled &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer. I've told you guys already about &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; and &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;. Right? Well, &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; is the third book. There's going to be a fourth. And maybe a fifth, I can't remember. &lt;strike&gt;Gee, my memory has been leaving me lately.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I went to Fresh Bean with Bou. First we walked to Fresh Bean, then we walked off and got ourselves a bit lost; we could always walk back to Hastings Street. We wandered onto a Fire Station's "private" grounds by accident. And saw two cats. Then I wanted to go to T&amp;amp;T but Bou didn't. So we ended up walking back to Hastings Street. On the way, I said that I wanted to go Cat Hunting. I know, sounds gross. But not what it literally means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-3354744606084176876?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3354744606084176876/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=3354744606084176876" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3354744606084176876?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/3354744606084176876?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/pirati.html" title="PIRATI!" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDR3s_cCp7ImA9WB5WFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-1008739869035371742</id><published>2007-07-28T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:24:36.548-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-28T01:24:36.548-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olive's Ocean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Birth of Venus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nothing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new moon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reason" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twilight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knowledge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stephenie meyer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kevin Henkes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarah Duncant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>Il Libro Completato</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="flying_books__freedom_to_read_by_knows_flower" src="http://static.flickr.com/1059/925403984_f6cc0460c0_m.jpg" align="left" border="0" alignment="left"&gt;I have recently finished reading an absolutely wonderful tale! It is a novel titled &lt;em&gt;The Birth of Venus&lt;/em&gt; by Sarah Dunant. And I absolutely love it to pieces! Such drama through the book, and it's told in first person, as well! So you can get the &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; of Alessandra Cecchi, who is the "heroine" of the story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;It takes place in the late fifteenth-century Florence, Italy. That is Renassaunce time. Those times are lovely! The description Dunant tells is beautiful, but she doesn't take the space or time to describe some places, which leaves the reader up to how it looks like. She lets through little descriptive words slip slyly during the first few chapters or so, just so you can picture the characters a little better.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodness, ever since I finished reading that book my mind hasn't been able to stray away from it! My mind keeps rethinking the events of the novel so freshly. When I was finished with it, I felt sorrow towards Alessandra. Yet I felt like I wanted to be her, and not be her. I felt a reason to relate to her, although that reason is unknown to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;She finds love unknowingly, and yet agrees to an arranged marriage to another man in his 40's though she is merely 15. Because I can not write a profound enough review, instead I shall post a copy of one already on the back of the book. Forgive me for lack of originality.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;'This moving, gripping and impressive work is Dunant's most beautifully achieved novel . . . working artistic motifs and subject matter into a compelling narrative, she weaves the big themes of love, sex, death and art into the everyday' - &lt;em&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So that is one of the reviews on the back of the book. I feel altered because of the book--moved by it, would be a set of better words. Just like how I had changed since reading &lt;em&gt;Olive's Ocean&lt;/em&gt; by Kevin Henkes. Or from reading &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Reading has always been a passion of mine. Ever since grade 4 I've been in love with reading. Writing came way later; in late August of last year, I do believe. Through all I have read, only a few number of books have been able to change me. And when they did, they changed me greatly. At least to my knowledge of the others around me. Reading became my inlet for knowledge, inspiration for creativity, and understanding. Writing became my outlet for my emotions, the creativity sparked, and the knowledge of things that others find uninteresting. Sight was always an inlet for inspiration and understanding, as well. Never had I known it would end up as me aiming to be published.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;(All spelling of the books titles and Author's names are correct.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-1008739869035371742?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1008739869035371742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=1008739869035371742" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1008739869035371742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1008739869035371742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/il-libro-completato.html" title="Il Libro Completato" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NSHw_eyp7ImA9WB5WEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868988504772633657.post-1293917135495808335</id><published>2007-07-23T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:46:39.243-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-23T17:46:39.243-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="radioblogclub" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GaiaOnline" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Birth of Venus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="any1 cc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bored" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chapters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apologize" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarah Duncant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just drifting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Queen AFK" /><title>Il Ritardo</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="The_Modern_Princess_by_nati" src="http://static.flickr.com/1199/879262449_a09fab861c.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;I apologize for not posting for like... a week. My dad heard my say "F*ck" and cut off my connection. I just got it back today. I'm still in deep trouble.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made new friends! Haha. The first one who I remember off the top of my head is Ninja. Haha. He's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; Ninja, and I also have a Knight! His name/title is Sir. Long Ears, even though his ears are big, not &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. I have a Priest, too! His name is Twilight. Haha. There's also a Can Lady. And I'm their Queen! I'm Queen AFK from Server any1 CC.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went shopping today with my dad. I &lt;em&gt;hated&lt;/em&gt; it! I got a new book titled &lt;em&gt;The Birth of Venus&lt;/em&gt; by Sarah Duncant. I've been meaning to read it for quite some time now! I paid it with my gift card. Now I have $25.47 worth of credit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I also bought a Jacket-vest-sweater type thing... It's complicated to explain.. At the same place I bought the jacket-vest-sweater type thing--which was &lt;em&gt;Army &amp;amp; Navy&lt;/em&gt;--I bought a &lt;em&gt;Roots&lt;/em&gt; book bag for school. Haha. It's so early, right? &lt;strike&gt;Haha.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The title of this post means "The Lateness." But I think it literally means "The Tardy" or something like that. Haha. The reason for the image is simple, I'm Queen AFK from Server any1 CC! Haha. &lt;strike&gt;The dog has nothing to do with me, cast it away! Haha. Kidding. Of course.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In case you're wondering, any1 CC is/was a fishing server on &lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GaiaOnline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's real name is &lt;em&gt;any1 can come&lt;/em&gt;, but I abbreviated it by any1 CC. I also made a private forum, 'cus I wanted to. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've been listening to my music on &lt;em&gt;Radio.Blog.Club&lt;/em&gt; lately... guess I've gotten tired of my own music... &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I'm bored and hungry and thirsty and I have a deadline for my latest chapter and ... Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868988504772633657-1293917135495808335?l=teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1293917135495808335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868988504772633657&amp;postID=1293917135495808335" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1293917135495808335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868988504772633657/posts/default/1293917135495808335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://teenagewritersblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/il-ritardo.html" title="Il Ritardo" /><author><name>Strawberry Newtype</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05315555366178780754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rbJNndoTNAI/R4bboueAc0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xxAd9SeUvkI/S220/hkmizusanokiss3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

