<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:44:05.271-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='animals'/><category term='dbz'/><category term='polotis'/><category term='slice of life'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='numb face'/><category term='movies'/><category term='party'/><category term='games'/><category term='cats'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='bounce house'/><category term='good times'/><category term='eggs'/><category term='homework'/><category term='outside world'/><category term='scrambled'/><category term='pen pals'/><category term='air hockey'/><category term='mmorpg'/><category term='virus'/><category term='new year'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='sick'/><category term='tacos'/><category term='wood work'/><category term='water slide'/><category term='mcdonalds'/><category term='chihauhau'/><title type='text'>Doll Escape</title><subtitle type='html'>HAS MOVED TO
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Mom, Dad, Hay, and Jessica. I wish I could join them, but due to certain reasons I will not be able to swim for the rest of this week. Must I clarify?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not really cut out for blogging, eh? I hardly ever update anymore! And a lot has happened and a lot has been going on. For the most part, things are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to being stubborn and never giving up, I found out that I am not hated by some old friends. I have to tell you...I feel so much better now. It's like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can breathe again!&lt;br /&gt;On a more mellow note...a dear friend of mine died some time ago. He was like a brother to me and I loved him to death. I still do love him. Always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning and this morning I helped Dad with his classroom since school is starting back up again. Are you all ready for another year? I also got to know Mrs. Dayap better. ♥ Afterwards, Dad and I went to the recycling center and came home with about $50. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Mom made an AWESOME dinner. Broccoli and cheese soup with sourdough bread (Though I really don't care for sourdough. I think it's a lie.) and a small glass of fruit that included black berries and peaches. MmMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been researching some modeling agencies and such also. Modeling is inspirational to me and I think it would be fun. I figured out that becoming an artist for pay might be something I'll reconsider in the future. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the circumstances at my old public high school, drawing just wasn't the same. Then I started to stray from it and only drew every now and then. It wasn't as rewarding as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Then I figured out that I sometimes had drawn for the praise of my family and friends because it made me feel good and kept me going. I do not want that. I want to draw for the pure pleasure of it. It makes me happy; I don't want to make it something that I am forcing myself to do. I used to just have fun drawing until that certain point in my school life.&lt;br /&gt;I will ALWAYS love to draw, though. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8531289074694011149?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8531289074694011149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8531289074694011149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8531289074694011149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8531289074694011149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-have-i-run-off-to-this-time.html' title='Where have I run off to this time?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6682133037184945983</id><published>2009-05-29T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:47:35.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE SAY WHA!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Over the past few days (minus this day) I have been helping my Uncle Ray wash his bounce houses. Didn't this blog start out with me carrying on about that last summer? Happy first anniversary blog! Anywhom, like always, washing those things is a blast. I really enjoyed working with my uncle and getting to spend time with him. His gratitude was the greatest reward. I feel a little sad that he is selling them, but it means less work on him! So I am so for it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today I helped my grandmother with some planting. I got to play with cow manure! Yummy, yum, yum. I got to see the chicks again, too...and they are getting big! All the dogs were over there running around in the pasture...and most likely flailing around in cow poop. Blehg. &lt;&lt; Then we went to Burger King! I go orange juice and some apple fries. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This night was the graduation ceremony for my old high school for the class of 2009 (my sister's year). It was pretty neat. Went by sort of quick...and dad taught me how to make an origami box! Also, Amanda was there! We so hung out. And I got attacked from behind (sounds dirty!) from Nick! That was funny...I was in mid sentence talking to a friend I have not seen in a long time and then BAM! out of no where. x3 Oooh, and I saw my bestest friend from years and years ago, too! She was so cute all dressed up. I looked like a total nerd. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And my graduation already passed...too bad I didn't blog about it then because I don't have enough motivation to keep typing. xD But it was great! One of the coolest things was getting to walk with my sister. And when one of the girls got up to make a speech, she looked back to all of us and said, "I am going to rock this shit." Aaah, that was too brilliant. Everyone giggled at that. x3 Her speech was great, too! Very nicely done. My dad and aunt had gone up to her to tell her so after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;At home we had most of the family come over for party time! That was really fun! I wanted to steal Grant's yellow pants...and I think he wanted my shirt. xD And Apples to Apples was hilarious...AS ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;One of the sweetest things were the rings that Mom and Dad had had made for us. They're so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This past Monday we had a little family get together for Kevin. He is being shipped to Afghanistan (sp?)  for a year! We're all going to miss him so, so, sooooo much...and he has two babies and a wife! It must be hard...&lt;br /&gt;But it was super fun getting to see him. We played Imaginiff.....and...that...was...AWESOME. So fucking hilarious! &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;As usual...Tyler was running about being a crazy daredevil. ._. He was jumping off the swings and shit...&lt;br /&gt;Hah! And I was busy playing with Madison chasing balloons around....balloons that she called her babies. x3 When they started to bounce away she was like "OH NO! MY BABIES! SAVE MY BABIES!" And then she'd start to chase them just cracking up. That was funny!&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, and I saw the poor girl come out on the porch crying so I went over to her asking what was wrong...she said she tried to get to the toilet but didn't make it. xD; She was sooooo embarassed and devastated by it! So now she has a pair of my YuGiOh underwear. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Kay! I'm gonna finish watching Dead Space now! It is on Chiller...it is very violent! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;-snuggles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6682133037184945983?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6682133037184945983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6682133037184945983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6682133037184945983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6682133037184945983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-say-wha.html' title='UPDATE SAY WHA!?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7296856219010129333</id><published>2009-05-26T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:00:58.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No. I don't want to talk to anyone. But sometimes you just need that human contact to keep yourself in one piece. I got a voice mail (and some messages) from J earlier today. It sucks that her birthday party has been canceled, but it's a good thing that she won't get to see me. To answer her question: no, I'm not ok. Not so much anyways. As for the family, I think they're all fine. Just tired from recent activities, really.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't updated here in a while. Life is just being life, and it's hard to find much motivation to do anything like this for some reason. The reason I am acting so...blah is because I got a hold of a yearbook. I probably shouldn't have looked through it. But how could I resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that makes it difficult." &lt;br /&gt;"We always thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but we never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry. "&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship must never be buried under the weight of misunderstanding."~ Sri Chinmoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"When I needed you most when I needed a friend, you let me down now like I let you down then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Sometimes your closest friend is your greatest enemy." ~Jason Fong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7296856219010129333?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7296856219010129333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7296856219010129333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7296856219010129333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7296856219010129333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1443956478660157817</id><published>2009-05-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:31:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Smoothie</title><content type='html'>Okay, so...I'm trying to choke down this experimental smoothie I threw together...and it is not going so well. I think I put in too much ice. Added some berry yogurt and a bit of orange juice for flavor, but still too much ice. It is all watery and what have you. I fail at life! -facepalm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my said complaints in the above paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I just got back home from In-Shape City not too long ago. It was fucking brilliant! I love to work out, and this was just plain fun. Tara, our personal trainer, made us do this interesting activity circuit with all kind of different exercises and techniques. She is so damn sweet. I love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun getting to hang out with Mom again, too. While we were doing the weight lifting bar things Tara mentioned that we could make funny faces at each other since we were facing one another. But we were so busy trying to keep our abs in! And Tara kicked my tow because it was straying out a little... xD&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And this other brilliant thing that the gym has...a virtual...bike...riding...thing...that you sit on like a bike...and it's kind of like playing a first person racing video game. You steer through this virtual world and if there are hills or whatever you can feel the bike pedals as you are pedaling getting tougher to pedal. You can race the person next to you, too!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah...love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mom and I did the treadmills for about twenty-five....thirty minutes. That was cool, too! It was weird getting used to it and I was making jokes about falling off. Then when you did get used to it and had to stop...it felt like the ground beneath you was still moving! Waaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww...this smoothie is so straaaaange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1443956478660157817?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1443956478660157817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1443956478660157817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1443956478660157817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1443956478660157817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/05/strange-smoothie.html' title='Strange Smoothie'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4825902773980070467</id><published>2009-05-05T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:35:28.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to gold, but gowned in purple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just finished trying on my graduation gown, and I have to say that it feels rather strange. I had gotten used to the idea of graduating in black and gold, but my path out of high school had suddenly changed. So, now, I'll walk wearing purple and silver. It'll be hard to do, but there is no way I'm gonna NOT walk. When it comes time, I'll go and attend the ceremony for all of my friends when they graduate. It won't be the same as getting to walk across the stage with them, but it'll be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically...the first thing I did this morning was jump in the shower. Dad, Haley, and I all worked pretty hard to clean the old room yesterday...and it looks SPANKIN' nice. So, I showered in there with the iHome on. After that I went outside to get some air and stretch my limbs...then I went to get the mail...then I had breakfast...then I cleaned my room...then I tried on my graduation gown...and now here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after drum lessons, Mom and I are going to In-Shape City to learn how to use all of the equipment. She's all excited about it; so am I. I can't wait to start working out. It'll feel so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and on Saturday my Dragonball Z doujinshi Attractive came in the mail. I was so excited. Then I went to Relay for Life with mom. That was fun! I liked watching all the dudes dressed as chicks prance around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to go ahead and find more chores to do. Maybe do a little homework. Have to find a decent space for a glass tank, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4825902773980070467?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4825902773980070467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4825902773980070467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4825902773980070467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4825902773980070467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/05/born-to-gold-but-gowned-in-purple.html' title='Born to gold, but gowned in purple.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1135625521363581953</id><published>2009-04-30T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:04:16.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like her. So I chase her with a wheelbarrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went with Grandma a little while ago to the feed store in town to look at the baby chickens that they got in. You all gotta believe me when I say that chicks are probably the cutest little baby animals &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. I love them! After picking out a feeder and waterer, Grandma bought six babies to take home. I call the dark one Chocolate. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, the title of this blog refers to yesterday when Hay, Kevin, and myself were helping out Dad with planting some plants and transplanting a tree. It was fun! I really enjoy physical labor. You can really have good times with the family when you all work together to make something beautiful. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't really rant on in this entry because I am going to be working on homework today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1135625521363581953?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1135625521363581953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1135625521363581953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1135625521363581953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1135625521363581953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-her-so-i-chase-her-with.html' title='I like her. So I chase her with a wheelbarrow.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1244518746922064539</id><published>2009-04-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:01:51.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Whitney ist siebzehn erotisch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, no longer am I two years younger than my sister. This day marks the day of my birth seventeen years ago. Man, it's been that long? Is this supposed to be a time for me to sit back, close my eyes, and look back on everything that happened in my life? I must say, I feel pretty proud knowing that I've survived over a decade of winters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say...today is starting off well. Both Mom and Dad wished me a happy birthday this morning (though I was half asleep) before they left for work. Then, a little bit later, I wake up to Roscoe nuzzling my head. Trixie was snuggled up next to me. "Dogs are not supposed to be on the couch!" I only thought it, though. I didn't care. I'm surprised they both jumped up here, really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Right after...I got up and stumbled around. I went straight to the shower. It was a long, long shower. I couldn't get warm! It was bloody cold in the house. Then after thaaaaat, I went outside for a while, picked up the mail, got some breakfast, and here I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oooh, I thought this was so cute. When I was outside last night Hay came running out and was all "Come here!" I interrogated her reasons for wanting me to evacuate my perch, but she INSISTED and so I went to her. Then she glomped me and wished me a happy birthday before scurrying off into the house. It made me laaaauuuugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You know, it feels like just another day. The only thing different about it is that I have this little glow of happiness following me about everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No longer am I sweet sixteen. I have baked in the sun and arisen as sexy seventeen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/dancing%20pig" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i347.photobucket.com/albums/p475/harspot/pig.gif" border="0" alt="Dancing pig Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1244518746922064539?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1244518746922064539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1244518746922064539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1244518746922064539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1244518746922064539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/04/whitney-ist-siebzehn-erotisch.html' title='Whitney ist siebzehn erotisch!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-2569708994777117621</id><published>2009-04-25T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:38:18.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Pillow, please.</title><content type='html'>Well, the TV is on now...and Mac is in a trance watching The Fairly Odd Parents. All I have to do is keep myself from crying. After reading something I suddenly feel really...out of it; for some reason it makes me want to cry. Pathetic, I know! But I can't help but feel at a loss...&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would talk to my parents about it. For now, though, I think Amanda is the only one I can really tell. I probably won't bring it up again. I don't want her to assume that I am really advancing to...a certain option. It's just so...overwhelming...because I don't know what to do about it! Now that that's swimming about on my mind, I can't seem to think about anything else...grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Levi called yesterday evening. AGAIN. I feel bad for not answering, but he is somehow able to get me to talk about certain things. Also, I wasn't at home...and usually when he calls I'm busy. Like Amanda, I can talk to him easily...about how I feel, what's on my mind...and in return, I pry stuff out of him. I ask about him and how he is feeling...I learned a lot. The thing is...I think Levi might have been talking about what I've told him to other people...because how else would such information get about if he is the only one who knows? It doesn't make me mad, though. I know that under pressure, stuff can just slip. But I'll keep the majority of my issues on the DL from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amanda and Levi for being there for me and letting me talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really bothering me. I'm dying to get this out to someone; I can't even let it out here. Writing it down won't help so much because...it's not really having someone to talk to...someone to give you advice. With time I might be able to figure some things out...but...&lt;br /&gt;But for now it is keeping me from doing what I need to do like homework and taking care of myself and doing chores and...! Just gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a way I feel trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this couch is comfortable. It makes me think...maybe I just want someone to snuggle on.&lt;br /&gt;This time...&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; need a pillow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-2569708994777117621?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2569708994777117621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=2569708994777117621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2569708994777117621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2569708994777117621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/04/pillow-please.html' title='Pillow, please.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-3103072798284343840</id><published>2009-04-25T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:06:39.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tramp, Oline.</title><content type='html'>"Who pays that much attention to their cereal? I mean, come on, Whitney, who? Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my colorful sister is bouncing around the room 'pissed' off about something she read in the news. She said it was about how this corn flake looked like the state of Illinois was sold for like $100,000 or something. It makes me laugh because she is just so flustered by it. She totally reminds me of a clucking hen sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like I'm breeding the Xbox now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? Seriously. What was that about. No, don't even ask why she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so, Amanda and I stayed up a little too long the other night. She passed out in the morning, but I didn't let myself get any sleep. Man, did I pay for it later. I felt sick. Serves me right! Poor Amanda felt sick, too. I hope she is feeling better. We had so much fun, though...until yesterday because we were both so tired and just "blah."&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, and she was hella beating my DBZ game...up until we had to fight Kid Buu. D&lt; He is such a little phanny bandit! All in all though, A would be a filthy liar if she said she sucked at that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sonofabiotch, I almost forgot. We have our new furniture! The living room looks so fab now. Hay thinks it looks like one of those houses featured in a magazine. For shizzle, though. It's comfortable and all that good stuffs. The TV is back where it belongs, too.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad both passed out numerous times on the new couch. I just told myself that they were enjoying their new furniture...and that's one of the best ways to do it! Hay said she tried to get them to go to a REAL bed to sleep, but they'd say 'no, just a few more minutes of tv -pass out-'&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah, geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I've just been trying to rest up as much as possible. That's why I got up late...I think one of the best parts about being so exhausted yesterday was getting to fall asleep in the back seat of Dad's truck. Even though the seat belt buckle was digging into my ribs and I managed to drool a little on my arm, laying back there was....nice. x3 Call me a weirdo, I don't care! When we were at the furniture store, too, I almost passed out in the car a few times, and whenever Dad opened a door I jumped...he laughed at me. &lt;&lt;; And I even passed out on Hay's bed earlier! At first I was curled up and dozing off in the chair, but she was all, "You can lay on my bed if you want." Yaaaay. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what Amanda and I did...in no particular order...work on the science fair project, play DBZ, mess around on MySpace, nap, wandered around the science fair, got mochas, stayed up too late, had apple cider, played more DBZ, tried to find Finn, swayed around on the swings, talk about tramping on Oline (we named the trampoline Oline! Clever, neh?), talk about a lot of stuff with Amanda, and a lot of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little kid cousin is here so I better get goin.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-3103072798284343840?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3103072798284343840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=3103072798284343840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3103072798284343840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3103072798284343840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/04/tramp-oline.html' title='The tramp, Oline.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1070956498382872059</id><published>2009-04-23T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:51:43.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Rantalantata</title><content type='html'>My head is killing me...not in that it hurts...it's just all swimming and overwhelmed feeling. I don't know what to do! Give me advice! I need to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Amanda lightened my heart some, I'll say that. But it brought back memories as well...and I was glad I was finally able to talk to someone about a recent...condition of mine...&lt;br /&gt;I hella trust this girl with what I say. I love you Amanda! I know you won't go around telling everyone about what I've been talking to you about.&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the bench outside of the Denair Charter Academy together after wandering around the fair for a while...and she hella just listened to what I had to say. I felt totally comfortable with opening up to her. I could glomp her right now! She is sitting right there after all...messing around on my computer being silly. She's staying the night, too! And we might have breakfast together at Hamilton's on Saturday. It will be brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, having someone to talk to...fucking...fucking awesome. I've been keeping so much inside lately...and I am so thankful for Amanda. My precious Sheep...my precious electric strawberry! Oh, Kami-san, I love the pink she has in her hair!&lt;br /&gt;I miss a friend of mine who recently...well, we both agreed that'd it be best if we didn't...talk or see each other anymore. It's been a bit hard, but I've ruined her life enough, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am totally ranting now. I could go on forever if I wanted to...but I shall not!&lt;br /&gt;This cheap horror movie called Abominable is on right now...Amanda and I are HALF paying attention to it...eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a bit hungry now...and the hyperness from the mocha is wearing off...daaaaarrrrnnn.&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this entry now with a...ah...erm....&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO DO FUSION!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....kiss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1070956498382872059?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1070956498382872059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1070956498382872059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1070956498382872059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1070956498382872059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/04/rantalantata.html' title='Rantalantata'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-3338547179914992194</id><published>2009-04-22T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:23:13.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gel Pens</title><content type='html'>I think she dropped those gel pens on purpose. When she knelt down she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt; set her hand over mine and squeezed it. I couldn't help but feel suspicious...though, in a way, I guess that grip she had on my fingers was something that let me know she was still trying; that she's not giving up....she's still hanging on. Despite everything...all of the pain she has been through...she's still fighting to be positive about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still neglecting this blog quite excessively, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I can list:&lt;br /&gt;I got my senior t-shirt, May 20th is the big day, I am almost siebzehn, I had a wild afternoon the other day with Aunt Lisa, Tyler, and Hay while helping them with their science fair project,  I set down the camera, forgot to turn it off, and accidentally filmed my own ass while setting something up, I am currently working on my art project for the science fair, the blanket on my bed is super ultra soft like a marshmallow cloud, my room is slightly rearranged, Dot and Katrina are back in the Western pasture, I finally figured out that the newer horse's name is Cash, I am almost done with my checkered print vest, I am really excited because my family might start going to In-Shape City (I love gyms!), I purchased another DBZ doujinshi, I can't beat stupid Freeza on DBZ Infinite World because he is super strong and has all of the life bars, I am currently watching How Clean Is Your House?, there is a spider that lives in a hole in the cieling out in the band room (he likes to visit me while I'm practicing), Amanda and I are getting together tomorrow to decorate her science fair board, I want to hula hoop, Mom and Dad's 21st anniversary was on the 19th of April &lt;3, aaaaand there is a LOT more...I just can't think of it all at the moment. Brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-3338547179914992194?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3338547179914992194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=3338547179914992194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3338547179914992194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3338547179914992194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/04/gel-pens.html' title='Gel Pens'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6006131585048725314</id><published>2009-04-01T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:15:53.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prankalicious</title><content type='html'>I can't quite make out what the expiration date is on this fruity juice, but if I slurp a chunk I'll know it's a bit too old to be devoured. -sweatdrop-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being lazy with updating this blog again. Well, things have been busier than usual...and hot damn! This new hair gel that Dad and I purchased is strong. Now I can tell that my hair is getting longer, too... TT-TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhom, basically what has been going onnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Testing, homework, and just school in general...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Drum lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sewing lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Chores and house related projects...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Watching my kid cousins every other day or so...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Running around like crazy here and there (trying to get out of the house more often)...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Parties and hanging out with friends...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pulling weeds with Haley! And hoeing too!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Drawing/sketching&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cooking homemade pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Running around with Grandma...&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of other things! (not in that particular order, just mixed in everywhere of everyday sort've).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to work on an April Fool's prank with Haley for the parent units. Muwahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6006131585048725314?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6006131585048725314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6006131585048725314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6006131585048725314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6006131585048725314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/04/prankalicious.html' title='prankalicious'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8531144442544576037</id><published>2009-03-13T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:31:46.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrambled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><title type='text'>Scrambled Eggs</title><content type='html'>I just finished devouring the first batch of scrambled eggs I have ever made by myself...with NO supervision. Though, it should be common knowledge I suppose. And I am sixteen... I took in what Hay said yesterday when she brought up her first time making scrambled eggs. It was her first time making them and she said "Something HAD to happen" when the eggs hit that frying pan. So, I went with that when I started to cook...something's gotta happen. And something did. I dare say that they weren't the most marvelous scrambled eggs (I hope I don't get food poisoning), but they had an enjoyable taste probably because I felt accomplished. I need to work on my timing and organization...but I must admit that it went rather well...despite burning myself in the beginning after I turned on the oven. I touched the oven after I turned it on wondering when it would warm up...and it warmed up FAST. It was HOT! I felt like a retard. :P&lt;br /&gt;So, for breakfast today, I had scrambled eggs mixed with cheese and ham and a dash of salt and pepper. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I am satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8531144442544576037?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8531144442544576037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8531144442544576037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8531144442544576037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8531144442544576037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/03/scrambled-eggs.html' title='Scrambled Eggs'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6717007970488811968</id><published>2009-03-06T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:57:49.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Honeysuckles &amp; Blossoms</title><content type='html'>Today has been more of a tired sort of day. Like...one of those days where you just feel like lying around and thinking. Hay seems to be feeling better, and Mom just left to take her to see a nurse. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I've got my history textbook in front of me...gonna try to finish up this class, German, and sewing tonight. Then I can spend more time with my little cousins during the weekend. :) Also, Holly's party is tomorrow! Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with tomorrow's events I am finally going to get my hair cut. That'll feel so great! I've been looking up some styles, and so far I am most pleased with these:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hji.co.uk/hjimages/images/qhs608/hji/medium/2006-cropped-men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.hji.co.uk/hjimages/images/qhs608/hji/medium/2006-cropped-men.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrFpWVBi0nE/SBp-s5EguvI/AAAAAAAAACU/Doz4578H8ho/s400/2007-7-21-beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrFpWVBi0nE/SBp-s5EguvI/AAAAAAAAACU/Doz4578H8ho/s400/2007-7-21-beckham.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like the spike mohawk look for some reason. Maybe because it has some flare and is fun. :P I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while ago I decided to take some pictures of the honeysuckles outside. Why? Because they can taste so good! And they're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbG2biIn1EI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PF1qZDKLZMY/s1600-h/honeysuckles+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbG2biIn1EI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PF1qZDKLZMY/s320/honeysuckles+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310226019782218818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbG2b_qVoEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ncR4c1kxrxM/s1600-h/honeysuckles+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbG2b_qVoEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ncR4c1kxrxM/s320/honeysuckles+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310226027708260418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to end this entry, almond blossoms! Looks like popcorn from afar. &lt;3   &lt;br /&gt;I took the blossom pictures a couple days ago; I'll post the better ones on DA later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbG3bkk2DII/AAAAAAAAAPM/H4sFrCp8FyU/s1600-h/blossoms+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbG3bkk2DII/AAAAAAAAAPM/H4sFrCp8FyU/s320/blossoms+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310227119949089922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6717007970488811968?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6717007970488811968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6717007970488811968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6717007970488811968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6717007970488811968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/03/honeysuckles-blossoms.html' title='Honeysuckles &amp; Blossoms'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrFpWVBi0nE/SBp-s5EguvI/AAAAAAAAACU/Doz4578H8ho/s72-c/2007-7-21-beckham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5238785570535182634</id><published>2009-03-05T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:08:20.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Acid Reflux is a B*tch</title><content type='html'>Mom and I just got back from the store a little bit ago. We went to get some apples and other things for Hay since she is not feeling so well. Acid reflux must totally suck crust infested monkey anus. I feel so bad for her. At the moment she is in the bathroom. I wish there was something I could do to help, but whenever I ask her if she needs anything or something she says no. I think she prefers the company of either Mom or Dad when she feels ill like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, strutting around in Save Mart wearing my Zelda jacket, Marvel super hero pajama pants, and Hello Kitty sparkly socks was pretty fun...even though Mom and I were both somewhat tired (her more than I). There was seriously nobody there. It was empty and quiet and clean and all of the late night employees were really nice. I had fun, to say the least. Mom even spoiled me more than I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold...the fruits of our labor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbDHDKScwFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/89K5BbII9Qw/s1600-h/stash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbDHDKScwFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/89K5BbII9Qw/s320/stash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309962817785086034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wait on eating the Hello Pandas and YanYan sticks. I want to share those with Hay when she is feeling better. As for the Apple Chips...call me an oink-oink, but I am currently finishing those off right now. What can I say? I'm hungry. Besides, a late night snack won't hurt! And, holy crap almighty, I LOVE Nesquik chocolate milk! It is so heavenly and divine! It, as well as the Jumex, shall be devoured either tomorrow or the next day. I need to save my provisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and those pajama pants...my fault for not having them done! You see, there was the whole strap issue...which was really quite hilarious...but for it to really be funny you would of had to have been there. Basically I just sewed the wrong strap with the crappy cutting and I was like "Wow! I cut like shit!" Then I found the right one and I was like "OMG! Karen, I sewed the wrong one!" I was laughing so hard (for a few seconds) I almost cried. Then I sewed it wrong...and...yeah. So I need to take a step back is all, really. I shall be done with them by next week, I swears it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my latest arts. Vegeta-san poster! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbDJzSKfzBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/F5A2_zu6DpQ/s1600-h/posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbDJzSKfzBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/F5A2_zu6DpQ/s320/posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309965843556191250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Ocy (October) was so cute this morning. Before Grandma took me to school for some Cyber High tests, Hay and I went out into the pasture to play with Ocy for a while. Such a fun little goat! Well, she's not so little anymore...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun seeing Mrs. G, too. She's always so nice. She's the best! And apparently she has a new kitty. More on that later though, I'm a bit too brain dead to really post anymore. I'll probably be pulling off an all nighter though so I can watch Hay and listen for her if she needs anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. Well, goodnight to all of you, anyways. Sleep well! And good morning to those who are arising (yet to arise)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope poor Haley starts feeling better by morning...I hate it when she isn't feeling good...I feel so bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5238785570535182634?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5238785570535182634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5238785570535182634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5238785570535182634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5238785570535182634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/03/acid-reflux-is-btch.html' title='Acid Reflux is a B*tch'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SbDHDKScwFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/89K5BbII9Qw/s72-c/stash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-2832190399614388646</id><published>2009-03-04T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:19:30.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>WAITER, THERE IS A HORSE IN MY RANCH DRESSING</title><content type='html'>Oi, so I just got finished tackling peeling a tangelo. I must say...I am a very poor fruit peeler. Such a mess, such a mess. But, boy, I tell ya, that tangelo was amazingly delicious! Fruits have gotta be my favorite foods on the face of this planet. Whenever I think of those girl scout cookies or something along the lines of sugar related goodies I think 'Blehg! I'd kill for an orange!" At least I am thinking healthier, no? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, seriously, what the hell? All of the dogs are barking and carrying on like they do when they chase the horses up and down the fence back and forth, and I snap at them for such absurd behavior...that was when I noticed a third horse in our pasture. 'Oh crap,' is what I thought. But, really though, I am not surprised. Gordon's animals always seem to find their way over here. Seeing that that third animal has got a rope and branch stuck to it, I better run along and do something real quick, eh? Freakin' neighbors and their freakin' animals. &gt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. This is terrible of me...but I am watching Gordon in my pasture trying to reclaim his horse through the kitchen window. Perhaps I should make my presence known and cheer him on? Or maybe I should remain ninja-like and stalk his activities in the safety of my home?  I feel bad just staying in here...but I don't feel like getting mixed up in this situation. Besides, what the hell would I do? Get in the way, yeah. -_-; Oh! Everything seems safe now! Gordon's got his horse it seems. Well done, good man! What a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go ahead and go out. Gordon keeps calling me Haley. &lt;&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I was good for something! I lead him to the other pasture so that he could get his horse safely back into his. I think his horse is shy of me, too. Well, it's no shock really since we've never had a human-to-animal relationship. I'm just glad nobody got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's settled...back to being lazy!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's getting chilly out here...I was enjoying the warmth. Soakin' up the sun like a dozing lizard, yeah! Can't wait for the summertime. Summer means wamrth. Warmth means hottness. Hottness means swimming pools! SWIMMING POOLS MEAN SLIP 'N SLIDES! These tears...they are tears of joy and excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically all that I am doing is waiting for sewing class to start. Maybe I'll finally finish those pajama pants! That'd be rather brilliant, you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this...ah...sudden urge to blog, I fear that I have reduced myself to the art of ranting. It's alright, I suppose...just throwing in mixed thoughts here and there...it's better than nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear. I just remembered. Next week Phil wants to record and film me playing Rain. I can't help but feel that tiny bit of nervousness in the depths of my gut, y'know? I mean...c'mon! I'll probably make a total idiot of myself. Even if I do, though, there's always next time. Never give up! You can do it! Self motivation is a-okay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Rain is the song by the band Breaking Benjamin. What I am playing might be a little different because we wrote the music sheets by ear, but it's basically the same thing. On the CD with the song Rain, the band apparently put on a different version. Why on earth did thay do that!? They sacrificed the drums and the 'screaming' for a rain instrument. But that's ok, because I like both versions. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so, either tonight or tomorrow I'll try to post some pictures. You all gotta see Roscoe still! And Trixie...and how much October has grown! No more Chin, though. He got hit a couple weeks back. He was seriously the lovliest cat in this whole damn universe! So sweet and cuddly...I hope he is adorned with all of the bestest kitty delights that one can ask for in cat heaven. I love you, Chinners! I would go on about how he was the most awesomest cat ever, but I poured my heart out to him in one of my DA journal entries a while back. Don't get me wrong though, I love that cat to death. And his mother Cookie, too, who also got hit not too long ago. I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw around some good news like a couple hundred handfuls of rainbow confetti!&lt;br /&gt;I started my homework early. Omg, so awesome, huh? It's about bloody time I got a headstart. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Hands are getting cold. D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna scat now and do some more homework.&lt;br /&gt;Chow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnaWEStXPho"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnaWEStXPho&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-2832190399614388646?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2832190399614388646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=2832190399614388646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2832190399614388646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2832190399614388646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiter-there-is-horse-in-my-ranch.html' title='WAITER, THERE IS A HORSE IN MY RANCH DRESSING'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-3441495477428660865</id><published>2009-03-02T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:38:13.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vegeta%20goku" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll306/gohanandgotenluvr09/qawqwq.jpg" border="0" alt="Goku Vegeta Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the heat of the night we are having a fiesta!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Heat of the Night&lt;/strong&gt;, Aqua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, so, I think I've mostly caught up with all of my school work. All I've got left of late work is about two or three simple assignments. It's about time I got my ass in gear, neh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been extra lazy (unmotivated?) when it comes down to blogging. I mean, a lot has been going on...I just haven't jotted down any of the current events or thoughts in my head. I think when I want to blog about my thoughts or what has been on my mind I will write that all down in a private journal from now on. Well, I'll express and talk about the positive things, or complain about something I don't like, or rant about this or that here, but I don't think I will be sharing my deep, personal feelings with the public anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now I'm being a lazy bum. My leg all thrown up on the corner of my sister's desk, typing away at the lap top, playing the Sims 2, and being frightened by Trixie's large eyes. That is the definition of nerds gone lazy. Just not doing anything terribly productive. And I had a mocha frap, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess there's just a lot on my mind and I want to filter it out somewhere. So, hi guys! Long time no see! What's up? How are you? Anything new goin' on lately? Causing trouble &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;? That's what I thought you said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. What's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Making mischief as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been better, but in a good, content mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Anything new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, my neighbor is going to start to teach my family karate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally bought Season 1 of Dragon Ball Z! -dies of happiness-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Causing trouble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Refer to the answer to question one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, let's catch up! Answer those questions in a reply so I know what kind of trouble you have been getting into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^_~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-3441495477428660865?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3441495477428660865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=3441495477428660865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3441495477428660865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3441495477428660865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8432938444113469906</id><published>2009-02-23T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:50:19.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Something Really Quick Since I Can't Sit Still Long Enough To Type Out Juicy Details</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dragonball-multiverse.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://celd.free.fr/imgs/promos/en-548x180-freezers.gif" alt="[DB Multiverse]" border="0" title="Dragon Ball Multiverse Webcomic" style="background: url(http://celd.free.fr/imgs/promos/bg-548x180-freezers.jpg)" alt="[DBM]" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What to say, what to say?&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time indeed since I last updated this here blog of mine, eh? I must be so lazy! Or, perhaps...do I have a life? I am crossing my fingers and hoping it is the second one.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, a summary. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...currently I am an insane DBZ addict and watch YouTube videos of Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Vegeta (seriously, search that on youtube). I am drawing often and am still taking drum lessons. Oh! I guess I didn't update this blog with an entry about the sewing classes I am taking now, did I? If I did, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Check out Zambi's gorgeous art! I met her in sewing class! Go, go, go! http://zambi.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;I completed a bag and am finishing up a pair of pajama pants. I will be sure to take photos!&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat behind on school work, but I am taking care of that!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I shall be accompanying my grandmother to go and see my little cousin in his karate class. It'll be cute! Don't tell him I said that...&lt;br /&gt;Also, Grandma and I went to 'super' WalMart today! It was really clean, had nice large isles, bigger than the other WalMart,  and nicer people work and shop there! Success! But we thought maybe it wasn't THE super WalMart because it didn't have fresh produce.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Jack in the Box, Beverley's, and Joann's.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home, goofed off, cleaned my room, took photographs, fed the animals, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I forgot to mention! I cut my own hair this morning. I woke up irritated with the length of it, pulled out the scissors, and CHOP. I am deeply satisfied though now the back of my head is uneven.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8432938444113469906?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8432938444113469906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8432938444113469906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8432938444113469906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8432938444113469906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-something-really-quick-since-i.html' title='Just Something Really Quick Since I Can&apos;t Sit Still Long Enough To Type Out Juicy Details'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7407474715349757383</id><published>2009-01-11T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:23:59.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Flip the bacon!</title><content type='html'>Still behind on homework is where I stand at the moment. I've got eight chapters of Nathaniel Hawthorne's bloody novel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/span&gt; to read. I'm also behind in German, too. I forgot my text book at the darn school and haven't been able to retrieve it yet...but, guess what? I'm all caught up in math now! Bloody freakin' YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that blasted school work aside, today went along rather nicely. During the morning hours and the first couple of hours into the afternoon I worked on homework. Kevy called and wanted to hang out earlier, so I told him to wait a couple of hours prior to coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about four-thirty said boy and his little sister, Mac, came knocking on the door. We jumped on the trampoline (well, I mostly jumped them), we shot some hoops together, retrieved an arrow, pretended we were fighters, rode in a race car, rode in a rocket ship, rode a dragon, rode a dog and a cat, jumped some more on the trampoline, and then I walked them halfway across the street back to Grandma's. That's the, ah, not-so-detailed version of today. I'm glad they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make this entry blossom with scrumptious grammar and fluffy details 'cause I gotta get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7407474715349757383?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7407474715349757383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7407474715349757383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7407474715349757383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7407474715349757383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/flip-bacon.html' title='Flip the bacon!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-630395025386096157</id><published>2009-01-10T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:16:04.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Lonesome</title><content type='html'>Gah. I miss her. I wish we were still friends, but her being away from me is probably the best thing for her...the best thing I can do for her. Still, though, I have this longing to be the best friend I can be for her. I have to fight random urges to text her cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anyways, life is going alright. I'm satisfied. Hay showed Mom and I this test that told you which animal you were; I got a Penguin. She got a Bat. And the results that Mom got didn't resemble her too much, so we didn't count it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevy was over just a while ago, too. We were playing some games and drawing and what have you until he had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh, I guess I don't really have too much to say. Sort've tired, so that's why my post probably seems off. Sorry about thaaaaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, though, this is basically how I felt most of the day. :) Or was it yesterday...? I can't remember now! &gt;D;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mAGNAaE3Ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mAGNAaE3Ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-630395025386096157?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/630395025386096157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=630395025386096157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/630395025386096157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/630395025386096157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/lonesome.html' title='Lonesome'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-2894694579802104960</id><published>2009-01-09T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:34:13.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moostache :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8_BDgy7s3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8_BDgy7s3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-2894694579802104960?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2894694579802104960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=2894694579802104960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2894694579802104960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2894694579802104960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/moostache-d.html' title='Moostache :D'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8944800590542820566</id><published>2009-01-08T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:53:51.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Mmmm. Orange juice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M ON A MISSION,&lt;br /&gt;I'VE MADE MY DECISION, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like a cripple running a rat race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a blast by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aaaahhhhhhhhhh. Today was a lot more comfortable than yesterday, that's for sure. My mood was brightened when Grandma came over and asked if I wanted to go to WalMart with her. Twas fun! She said she thought I'd like to have an outing and that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I love you Grandma!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Oi, I'm a little concerned for one of my friends. She seems...upset. About what, I have many ideas, but I can't push her to tell me. She wants me to leave her alone after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had a dream with her in it last night...but I can't quite remember what happened...we were talking...and there was a lot of other stuff going on, too. Gahr, I hate it when you can't remember dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; For some reason I can't think straight...and I don't know what to type next. So, either I'll edit this post later or I'll just post a new post all together when my brains aren't scrambled anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmAq2sAT2CE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmAq2sAT2CE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8944800590542820566?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8944800590542820566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8944800590542820566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8944800590542820566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8944800590542820566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmmm-orange-juice.html' title='Mmmm. Orange juice.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-785022416599142933</id><published>2009-01-07T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:44:47.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Bombshell</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooo, the first sewing class was alright I suppose. I've been a little irritable today, though, so I think that's throwing off my honest opinions about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. Next week will be better. If I remember to I'll make a decent introduction about my teacher, classmates, and the current project later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and it seems there's another homeless dog in our corner pasture. Unless it belongs to Gordon or something. But I feel bad for it...it seemed so frightened. I don't think Mom is too fond of the idea of taking in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;dog. She has a valid reason, but I can't help feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today wasn't so great for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;One of my very dear friends got in an accident and broke his collar bone, Mom has seemed a bit stressed, and even Hay seemed irritable this morning. I think the women are doing good now, but I'm worried about my brother. He says he's fine and not to worry, but how am I supposed to not worry! I love Slade-sama...&lt;br /&gt;Oi, and even Dally is...sick...or something. And I even think one of the other horses is constipated...unless I heard wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a scanner so I could post my yaoi 'smut!' It's just been hangin' with some other drawings that require a scanner to be posted; I wanna get 'em scanned soon. Don't know how or when that'll happen though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Hay's desk is coming along very nicely. My Dad's a wonderful woodworker, and he's making my sister a beautiful wooden desk. I want one, too! 'Course he planned on it before I even considered sucking up to him...or was that the bed frame? Though I feel somewhat guilty, he'll stop at nothing to make a second desk. In fact, he enjoys the work. Even if I tell him that he doesn't have to make another ('cause I'm all cool beans if he doesn't want to, y'know?) he'll disagree/protest. Ha! I'm happy either way because I get to have him as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework? What homework?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course I have homework! I totally slacked today...but I plan on finally snapping out of this odd state by morning. I promised Mom that I'd wake up...GET UP...earlier. I mean, I woke up at, like, 5am today, but when I opened my eyes again, it was 10am. Grrr...five hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, I ain't in the mood to type in a more positive tone. A little frail on the ha-ha-ho-ho side of things at the moment...Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lcq1pGVaHE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lcq1pGVaHE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-785022416599142933?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/785022416599142933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=785022416599142933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/785022416599142933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/785022416599142933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/bombshell.html' title='Bombshell'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1489768861017407215</id><published>2009-01-06T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:47:11.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Silky and soft doesn't sound suggestive does it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mn..g..aaarrrr.........I...finished it....ahahahahahahahahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally finished that drawing I have been working on since last night. No, it didn't take me twenty-four hours to draw. I worked on it between chores and outings. I was actually just going to leave it as a pencil drawing...but then I inked it...and colored it...and completed it! I feel...rather victorious. One thing I miss, though, is finishing a drawing and sharing it with my friends. Damn, we had a bloody blast sharing our art with each other. I tell you, it was one of the best things ever. Thankfully Amanda still requests stuff from me. Good Sheep!&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things about said drawing was drawing characters I have never drawn before. -facepalm-&lt;br /&gt;I have a blank sheet glaring at me from under my elbow right now; I plan on starting another drawing...but I'm plotting. More fan art, or a sketch-up of originals? Durrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it's sort've warm in here. Maybe it's 'cause of the robe I'm wearing. It's so soft and warm! Thank you Aunt Marchelle. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I'm finally starting my sewing classes...and I'm a little nervous...but that's typical for me. I'm trying to be more outgoing, I swears it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabin Fever is on. :D And Hay is occupying my bed to watch horror with me. We totally dig the haunted, ghost hunters shows. Rock on, demons from hell and ghosts who don't know they're dead! &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah...I left this page open and sitting here for forever. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1489768861017407215?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1489768861017407215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1489768861017407215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1489768861017407215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1489768861017407215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/silky-and-soft-doesnt-sound-suggestive.html' title='Silky and soft doesn&apos;t sound suggestive does it?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8594647871676452839</id><published>2009-01-05T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:15:57.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>"Disgusting! No, I do not want to imagine even one more slimy little-eahg-aah!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥ http://gam.egoism.jp/kill/pict.html ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click the diamonds and see if you can guess which one is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;oi, but be warned...thar be yaoi over yonder. that means maleXmale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm obsessed. Can't help it. It's just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhom, I'm rather grateful that school is back in session. I really missed seeing Mrs. G every week! It was wonderful to see her again, and we got to catch up with each other, too. So that was fun. Though I am behind (only a little) in three of my classes, I am glad to be back! I'm finally pulling my act together, I think. 'Bout time I did, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and I met David today, too. He was the guy who was installing my sister's carpet earlier. Funny and nice guy. He went to high school with my mom. He called me outgoing...haha! How flattering, 'cause I really do wanna be more outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, I'm obsessed with Dragon Ball Z! VegetaxGoku! Goku is seme, Vegeta is uke! &gt;D I want to go to WalMart and start collecting the season box sets. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a good laugh then watch this! (Well, you'll probably only laugh if you're a retard like me and love DBZ ^^;;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJSmUhA8mZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJSmUhA8mZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8594647871676452839?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8594647871676452839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8594647871676452839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8594647871676452839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8594647871676452839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/disgusting-no-i-do-not-want-to-imagine.html' title='&quot;Disgusting! No, I do not want to imagine even one more slimy little-eahg-aah!&quot;'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-3682416000678362255</id><published>2009-01-05T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:49:53.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope, nothing depressing! xD JUST WATCH. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecn-h6FyyFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecn-h6FyyFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-3682416000678362255?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3682416000678362255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=3682416000678362255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3682416000678362255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3682416000678362255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sacrifice.html' title='My Sacrifice'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5795904127050105658</id><published>2009-01-04T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:50:13.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Homework &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>Boy am I tired. I better do as much of this skanky homework as I can before I pass out. Didn't expect to return home this late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun, really. I went with Mom to see the movie Marley &amp;amp; Me with my aunt and cousin. Gee, I thought that movie was going to be all shits and giggles, but it was more tearful! Like everyone was saying, this movie is a watch-at-home sort of movie. The commercials and advertisements for it do not in any way warn you about how sad it is. A lot of girls had to go fix their make-up in the bathroom, let's just say. Mom was whimpering every now and then next to me, and, hell, I was trying REALLY hard not to cry. Insane! But I ain't spoiling any of the movie. Haha. You have to go see it to find out! Awesome movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and between John and Sebastien...of course I thought of a gay romance betwixt the two! It would have been so cute, actually. Oh, me and my love for yaoi...you also have to see the movie to know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we all went to Red Robins. Grandma joined us then, and I sat there for more than an hour I'm sure listening to the girl's "gossip." I was really entertained by them. It was interesting to listen to them and what they had to say. There's a lot more I know now about certain things that I never realized before, and some of the facts that totally passed my sight are now in plain view. Some of it irritates me for certain reasons, but I'm not going to get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, instead of typing another novel for you to read I better get a move on and totally cram...hitting the books is not something I wanna do at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'd rather be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got myself into this. This is my punishment for being a procrastinator of school work all Christmas break! It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/93/93452kvpvzk2nup.jpg" width="280" height="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5795904127050105658?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5795904127050105658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5795904127050105658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5795904127050105658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5795904127050105658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework-me.html' title='Homework &amp; Me'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8410828751214399309</id><published>2009-01-03T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:52:32.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dbz'/><title type='text'>Ka-me-ha-me-wha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/851/851720jjcd7y3n36.jpg" width="304" height="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gee. I have homework!?&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I do...I just...never...wanted to do it...&lt;br /&gt;The plus side of it, though, is that I finally get to learn German, learn how to sew, and only go for ONE HOUR a week! I'll miss Haley's company, though...but, then again, I will be at home every day with her! Just gotta spend an hour a week at the school. Damn, this independent study certainly has its lovely traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Cazic, the dogs were devastatingly annoying earlier. I'm sorry, Lucy, but you were the worst! I was so glad when Mom finally came home and STAYED home! I felt just as forlorn as the dogs...they've 'tortured' me to the point of losing all rationality! Mom called me a baby...&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, the dogs (mostly Lucy and Trixie) get upset when their mother (my mom! she's mine you mutts!) is absent from our territory. So...they whine. Lucy is the most annoying whiner. Roscoe is alright, and I can't help but feel sympathy for Trixie (damn her cuteness!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, currently, I am trying to start my homework. Math first...get the stupidest out of the way, no? I am being distracted by DBZ fanfictions! Oh, the horror...I never thought that it would come to this. In fact, I never thought that I'd like Vegeta and Goku as a pair! At first I was all for VegetaxBulma, but then my 'innocent' eyes were tainted with VegetaxGoku yaoi doujinshi! Curse me and my deep passion for yaoi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I am being distracted by numerous things (counting DBZ). I have the TV on which I'm not even watching (it keeps me company!), I am blogging here with mindless rants, and...ah...that about sums it up I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a secret feeling of what can be considered melancholy latching onto the icy coating of my black heart. Er...I mean, deep down, I feel a bit sad. I don't know if I should really publicize what it is...since it's something personal between a friend and I. Hell, I guess I really shouldn't even be mentioning it then, right? But this is a place for my thoughts, ain't it!? I have every right to abuse it with my nonsense as I please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the gloomy situations aside, I'm going to go and investigate the other corridors of the house for a moment. Maybe I can snag some grub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was cold out there and I accomplished NOTHING. Well...I did get to see mother dear and learn that she is going to make some tacos. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay...I need to stop ranting and get to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka me...ha me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/319/319841f9pqc09mrs.gif" width="160" height="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-instant transmission-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear, a almost busted up laughing (tears and all) when I saw what is dancing below this text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/217/217697lytgbpites.gif" width="123" height="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8410828751214399309?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8410828751214399309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8410828751214399309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8410828751214399309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8410828751214399309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/ka-me-ha-me-wha.html' title='Ka-me-ha-me-wha?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7097952085075830024</id><published>2009-01-01T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:04:53.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>" What I thought was a dream, A mirage, Was as real as it seemed, A privilege..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say...Nick's party was really fun. I'm glad I decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;I got a ride from Levi's grandparents (they are so sweet!), so I also had a blast on the way there and on the way home. We did a lot at Nick's place! I am so exhausted today...haha!&lt;br /&gt;And, wow, I was totally shocked to see Nick's gorgeous house! It is sooooooooo ridiculously nice!&lt;br /&gt;What we did (I'm too tired to type out anything decent. I'm sorry!):&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Played Rock Band (I suck at the drums! They're nothin' like the real thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Plotted a horror movie with Levi (it was so hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Explored the flood plains and rivers (it was dark!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Played "Baby, I love you. Please smile." (I suck at that game! At least I got Holly to laugh! muwahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Spent a lot of time with Ashley (such a sweetheart! she...reminds me...so much...of....)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Had sparkling apple cider!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sat around a fire pit! whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Watched I am Legend and Jackass 2!&lt;br /&gt; And...I'm sure there was more....just a bit hard to think right now.&lt;br /&gt;I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1632/1632489mdox7l2ocn.gif" width="406" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7097952085075830024?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7097952085075830024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7097952085075830024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7097952085075830024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7097952085075830024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-thought-was-dream-mirage-was-as.html' title='&quot; What I thought was a dream, A mirage, Was as real as it seemed, A privilege...&quot;'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5340400041814935420</id><published>2008-12-31T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:03:22.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's almost 2009. Already. Feels like only yesterday when it was New Year's Eve of 2008, eh? Ridiculous, but somehow...amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the chips if Levi's got the salsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi called offering to give me a ride to Nick's (daaaaw wasn't that sweet of him?). When he reminded me that Nick asked for people to bring food...stuff...Levi mentioned that he got salsa, so he was all "Uhm...can you get some chips?" I found that to be quite hilarious, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, and I got some snazzy blinds for my room, too. No more hanging up beach towels! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things around here are going rather well, really. Everything's comin' together and Hay will get to move into her room next week! I am totally excited for her. Mostly just have to get her carpet down and what not; then moving furniture in and what have you. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I have my miniature 'media center' set up is a bit...snug, you might say. I have my small TV right next to the computerr moniter, so whenever I decide to watch something AND screw around on the computer it's like "Woah! Back up!" I love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wasn't going to attend Nick's party and just stay home with my family, but I really do need (and want) to get out more. I hardly get to see my friends due to my 'educational route.' So, it'll be a blast to pester them all again! I will miss spending the countdown with my family, though. It's too hilarious with my sister and folks. Funny bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaah~I forgot to mention that my bed doesn't have a bed frame; it's just one matress on the floor (I love it that way!) and it can slide all over the room since I don't have carpet. I adore such mobility! Though, when I go to sit down on it, it likes to slide about somewhat. At least I can move it when/if it gets in the way, no? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what bothers me? When a company makes a fantastic free MMORPG and people STILL whine about small mistakes or something. I mean, I can understand if they want to make suggestions, but when they go on and on and bash the game provider it's like "Geez! They let you play this awesome game for FREE! Chill!" Just thought I'd throw that in randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more randomness, something I thought would never happen...happened. I am addicted to Dragonball Z. Mostly Vegeta! Damn my obsessions! And why do I always love the cold-hearted bastards? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5e0O74vM6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5e0O74vM6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, YES, I DO have a New Year's resolution. Only, I'm keeping it to myself for now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's everyone! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5340400041814935420?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5340400041814935420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5340400041814935420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5340400041814935420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5340400041814935420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4747697513970807974</id><published>2008-12-29T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:12:43.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Techno Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel considerably numb. A bit dizzy, but it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;The adults left this morning to go and see Nana and Papa up in the mountains. Hay and I stayed home because we're both sick. Her physically, though. I feel bad for my sister. She's been sick for a while now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This 'new' room feels nice; fresh. Icy colored.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start college. To get out and make friends will be nice. A long needed antidote, I guess. Seeing Mrs. G will be good, too. Such a wonderful lady.&lt;br /&gt;Roscoe grovels a lot. It's like he goes into a state of hypnosis when he lies down on his back. He's a good boy, but a bad boy, too. He's an escape artist; whenever he runs across the street I just let him. No use in stopping him. Maybe he'll get hit like Bella did, survive, and never ever go out into the street again. Roscoe you rascal.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start college...only half a year to go. I can't wait to have a social life again.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when Hay is starting...since she's done with high school and all.&lt;br /&gt;This long hair is annoying the crap out of me, too. It'll feel great to rid myself of it.&lt;br /&gt;A complete change will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay is cheering me up with these ridiculous videos.&lt;br /&gt;She says this one reminds her of me. For the win...lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.30"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=8074728&amp;amp;vid=2778155&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/sch/cn/video05/2778155_rnd5a76b1e7_17.jpg&amp;amp;embed=1&amp;amp;ap=butterfinger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=8074728&amp;amp;vid=2778155&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/sch/cn/video05/2778155_rnd5a76b1e7_17.jpg&amp;amp;embed=1&amp;amp;ap=butterfinger"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/2778155/8074728"&gt;Techno Chicken&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4747697513970807974?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4747697513970807974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4747697513970807974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4747697513970807974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4747697513970807974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/12/techno-chicken.html' title='Techno Chicken'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7839346472953097151</id><published>2008-12-19T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:16:57.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not a day goes by when I don't think about them. That much is for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it selfish of me to go ahead and rant about this here? I have nowhere else to go or no one else to talk to about it. I might as well plague my blog here with it rather than allow it all to be more public. But, then again, this is the internet. How much more public can it get?&lt;br /&gt;I just need to let this all out somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had never gone back to the high school. If I didn't, everything would be as it was. Everything would be fine. But my desire to be with them was great enough to make me go back to that place. Worst mistake of my life. I shouldn't have let her walk away. I shouldn't have kept to myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we did bicker...fight...it didn't concern me as much. I was irrational; all I wanted was to get back at them. I think that something inside of me told me that everything would be ok. Because I would get to see them the next day. I would have another day to set things right. Not anymore. But that...this is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone understands.&lt;br /&gt;They may tell me "yes, I do understand," but they don't. They just don't.&lt;br /&gt;When I see myself breaking down over them I think I'm crazy for loving them so much when they hate me and want me dead.&lt;br /&gt;When I don't break down over them I think I'm crazy because they mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think anymore. Whenever they happen to come into mind it's a battle. A struggle to find something else to think about. I try desperately to get away from the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide everything now. From everyone. I try my best to keep everything inside. I don't want them to know.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wish someone would find me when I'm falling apart, because when I look at my house, I don't want to go back and have to dry my tears and hide everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I sound so pathetic, and I hate it. But somehow I need to get this out. Even if it means abusing my poor blog which was supposed to be for all of the happy memories. I'll probably look back on this and vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny that they were once the closest friends, the closest people, I have ever, ever had in this life. So close...we could talk about anything, and we did. We could do anything and be anything with each other, and we did. They were my best friends. And, at that time, the best I ever had. Hell, I took everyone else's friendship for granted. These two girls were what was most important to me. I wanted to make them happy; to give them what they could not get themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they deny everything. I'm sure they deny ever being my friend. I'm sure they hate me; want me dead; want me gone for good from their lives...but I can't help but love them. I can't help but long to have them back. I do want them back...so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can tell them all of this without them mocking me and putting me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't take friendships seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship that I was most serious about was theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lost them, it was more than obvious that I lost a part of myself. All of my favorite things, all of my favorite hobbies, every song, every sight, every breath...them. It all falls back to them.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I am truly happy and I can laugh and smile truthfully, but, it seems that no matter what I do, it always comes back.&lt;br /&gt;They have me wrapped around their finger and they don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time when I was leaving their house after staying the night, and I asked them to ask their parents if they could come over to my house that night and stay the night for the first time at my place. When they came back out saying that their parents said no...I remember seeing the tears in their eyes. No joke...and on the way home I tried so hard not to cry. Because I didn't want to leave. I wanted to go back...to stay another night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to go there. Just fall asleep there. Fall asleep in a place that they would be when I opened my eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Dipper. That constellation in the sky. They never knew it was thee until I showed them. Now just looking at the stars is painful...not beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish they could feel this pain.  Sometimes I want them to suffer like this so they know how much it fucking hurts. But the last thing that I ever wanted to do is hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I forget? Why can't I let go? Is it because I don't want to? What possible thread of hope am I trying to reach for? If there even is one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas, if it isn't too much to ask for, is to have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, if they can see through all of these misunderstandings...then maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've realized my mistakes. I am the one at fault.&lt;br /&gt;Please, just let me have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never missed someone so much in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7839346472953097151?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7839346472953097151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7839346472953097151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7839346472953097151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7839346472953097151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6144176851746248820</id><published>2008-12-13T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:27:06.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chihauhau'/><title type='text'>Beat By A Girl</title><content type='html'>Does that seem like a sexist title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it plays nicely into my hands seeing that I AM the girl who unleashed the beating. "I'm getting beat by a girl!" is what my little cousin Kevin 'cried out' while I continuously kicked his ass in about five or six games of McDonalds air hockey. I must say, though, he is a worthy opponent.&lt;br /&gt;Watch, next time around he'll be wiping me into the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were we at McAdees?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of a long story, but not really, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied Grandmother yesterday to take my little cousins (Kev and Mac) to the mall to get their pictures taken for a Christmas surprise for their parents. After being freed from the mall, we let our hungry selves dine out at a McDonalds nearby. I almost stole someone else's chicken nuggets...the guy behind the counter was like 'Those aren't yours.' I should have just taken them...I also got a few shots of Mackenzie and Kevin playing around in that Funland playhouse thing with my cellphone (wish it was Mom's digital camera instead...). Grandma made sure that they both used some disinfectant wipes afterwards. Nasty funlands with their germs! Well, anyways, during that time I was playing said air hockey game with Kev. It was a lot of fun, you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that that McDonalds trip was the highlight of our little, ah, adventure...something to slightly spice up this blog which hasn't been updated in quite some time now (for shame, for shame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I need to upload some pictures of Trixie, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I mentioned her in this blog...but I did on my DeviantArt journal. Trixie is the little chihuahua that my Mom saved. Apparently she had been lying/sitting next to a dead dog for three days or longer. Mom didn't have the heart to leave her, so she brought her home. Poor thing was nervous and scared for the first few days, but she's doing a lot better now. Was pregnant, too...but we had her get a doggy abortion since we didn't know who the breeder was. If it was a big dog, birthing the pups could have killed Trix. And let me tell you, nobody wanted that!&lt;br /&gt;She isn't high-strung or anything...just really sweet. It is totally obvious when she is happy. She does a little dance sometimes and her tail wags like crazy. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;But, yes, Trixie is the new addition to our family~&lt;br /&gt;The first two shots my sister took. I took the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SUP9wQMFN0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BsXWC7L4HqA/s1600-h/trixie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SUP9wQMFN0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BsXWC7L4HqA/s320/trixie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279342193629542210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SUP9wWMOL-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gyqGQ2637a0/s1600-h/yipes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SUP9wWMOL-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gyqGQ2637a0/s320/yipes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279342195240742882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SUP9xfm0j3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8TFmAI0L4BY/s1600-h/sleepy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SUP9xfm0j3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8TFmAI0L4BY/s320/sleepy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279342214948097906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END! (for now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6144176851746248820?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6144176851746248820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6144176851746248820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6144176851746248820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6144176851746248820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/12/beat-by-girl.html' title='Beat By A Girl'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SUP9wQMFN0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/BsXWC7L4HqA/s72-c/trixie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6900013153557886256</id><published>2008-11-17T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:21:29.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Random Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Unite and take over -create a supernova"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Supernova, Oomph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, lately I have been adapting to the habit of using mother's laptop. Preferably, I like to use a desktop computer, but I'm not complaining. I like the sound this laptop's keyboard makes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom took my virus infected computer brain with her to work today. So, yay, Enrique should be healed very soon! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must tell you, I CANNOT WAIT to have my own room again. I am so very excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and it was just brilliant! While I was haning out with Mom and Dad at the mall yesterday (they were browsing around for furniture for the house), we saw this really neat piece of furniture. It looked like a loveseat, y'know? But it folded out into a bed! Blood genius! I would absolutely love to have something like that for my room rather than a normal bed because it'd take up less space. :P I like my floor! But one was ugly and the other was expensive, so it's going to be a no-no for now. I don't mind though. As long as I have a bed! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, yeah, the mall was crowded! Everyone was pretty much "elbow to asshole," as my clever father says. It was fun to run about with the adults, though. My parents are very amusing and fun to be around, so I am VERY thankful to them. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We also checked out the new portion of the mall which was an outdoor section. So cool! There was a part of the ground that was a large colored circle that kids were running around in. Small holes in the ground would occasionaly spit up a large drop of water and the children smacked at them! It was quite humorous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were a couple of people with cute dogs, too. One looked like a lovely little husky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oooooooh! Oh, oh, oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am totally excited now. :3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ordered the Legend of Zelda manga from Borders yesterday. &gt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The guy who helped was REEEAAAALLY nice, so that made me happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, yesssssssssssss, finaaaallllyyyyyy! TT^TT I love Link and Ganon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And ooooh geeeeez. I almost became an impulse buyer! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The manga I was looking for wasn't in the store, so I wandered over to the art section to eyeball some of the book provided there. It took quite a bit to pry myself away from there, too...I hurried back to Dad saying that we should leave, but he INSISTED that I pick something out. I was like, "No! That would make me an impulse buyer!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;xD But I ended up ONLY ordering the manga, so it's all cool! My slate is still clean. ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Now I want to start buying the Poke'mon manga... ^^;;;;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOT HAVING TO DO HOMEWORK AT THE LAST MINUTE FEELS GREAT! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think...that might be all...I'll edit this post if I think of anything that I might've missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Side notes: Dad was hilarious all day yesterday. Mom, too, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;3&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/7407982374845510864-6900013153557886256?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6900013153557886256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6900013153557886256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6900013153557886256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6900013153557886256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-rant.html' title='Random Rant'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5734699579036047154</id><published>2008-11-07T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:10:07.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>viirrruuuusss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next week my sister and I are going to start tutoring our neighbor's son Landon. I think it'll be a fun and good experience. The only hard part will be trying to get him to pay attention for an hour and a half, but I think we can manage. I'm lookin' forward to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, our rooms are finally almost done! I can't wait to finally have my very own hovel again. Oh sweet, sweet victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALSO, my sister is graduating from high school in four weeks. FOUR WEEKS! Pretty freakin' sweet, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and I won't be able to be on anything as much because my computer has a stupid, godawful virus. I'm using Mom's laptop right now...Someone at her work, thankfully, is a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;omputer genius and said that he'd look at my computer. Thank you, thank you, thaaaannkk youuuuuu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, yeah, for now blog updates, art updates, e-mail checking, and what not will be...sluggish. Very sluggish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until then I might just be working on my new story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please read and review if you would like. : ) I would really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/secure/live_preview.php?storyid=2593340&amp;amp;chapter=1"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/secure/live_preview.php?storyid=2593340&amp;amp;chapter=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5734699579036047154?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5734699579036047154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5734699579036047154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5734699579036047154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5734699579036047154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/11/viirrruuuusss.html' title='viirrruuuusss'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-2718705920323241235</id><published>2008-10-26T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:41:14.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>stuck much?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been pulled under again, and I can't find the surface to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like there is no one I can talk to anymore. I'm not being ridiculous, though, because I know people I can talk to, but you know why I can't. Sometimes I think I should find a therapist or counselor of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to let J have her time away so she can do what she needs to do. Even when she comes back, I can't possibly speak of what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Dad would get upset with me; Mom would tell me that I can't worry about that stuff. Hay would get irritated with me; Levi would just hint at feeling sorry for me, which is the last thing I want from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have stayed home from that party. Don't get me wrong, though. That party was fantastic. I had a great time seeing everyone and it was fun. But some things I saw and some things I heard just caused me to slip a little. I'm sort of glad I was wearing that mask most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, to me, that party was a few hours of mental torture. So selfish of me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal does have a girlfriend it seems. That's one thing that bit at me. I think he's the only guy I could ever like like; I think I've always had this little crush on him. There's another thing about him, too, that I shouldn't go into mentioning. But it was hard to frolic around the party and see him so close to that girl. He was such a gentleman...funny, too. That chick doesn't even realize how lucky she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mentioning of a couple people I used to know hurt as well. Everyone else just talked about them easily, whereas I would stumble over my words. Amanda was talking to Hay and I about hanging out with them and J at their house, and in a way I felt offended. Doesn't she know how I feel about that? But I was being stupid. Of course she knows, it just didn't hit her at the time, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was great, though. I saw Bianca, too. When the girls started talking about guys, though, I tried to ignore it. I tried to ignore everything. Basically, I tried concentrating on the fire the rest of the night. I didn't want to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved seeing everyone and it was fun...but something tells me that I shouldn't have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it goes on like this like it has been...maybe I do need help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-2718705920323241235?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2718705920323241235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=2718705920323241235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2718705920323241235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2718705920323241235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuck-much.html' title='stuck much?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4101925044429637760</id><published>2008-10-22T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:02:52.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>What? I've been missing, you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guess who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have decided to return. It's been well over a while anyways, eh? Call me a nerd, but I miss blogging. And there is so much to catch up on! Where to start? I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;The goat has finally been named! She is now known as October; she is doing well. She got sick for a little while (well, she seemed sick, but it's not for certain), but it looks like she has recovered! Whoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally been able to satisfy my nerdy needs by purchasing a Magic The Gathering card deck. I've had cards and played the game before, but I never really got into it. Chris, my cousin, is really into it and is pretty much a champ at the silly game. I wanted to give it a go! Maybe he and I can bond through it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on Friday and Saturday I helped my Grandmother out with her yard sell. Surprisingly, there weren't a lot of people. In a way that was unusual...there was, like, zero traffic on Saturday when usually there's more than we like. On Thursday we prepared ALL DAY and on Sunday and Monday we cleaned up. I think I'm also still a bit tired from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to end this post because I am feeling drowsy, my sister and I will be tutoring our neighbor's son on Mondays and Wednesdays starting next month. I think it'll be fun and a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully (maybe), I will catch up some more on my next blog entry. I've been such a slacker lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, at least I've been drawing again. I've been playing EverQuest a bit more, too. Is that considered lazy?&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, of course I have been exercising and doing chores and such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know that I cannot possibly sit in one place for too long...unless I'm watching a movie, drawing, or doing something else that strikes my fancy that includes the process of sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4101925044429637760?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4101925044429637760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4101925044429637760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4101925044429637760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4101925044429637760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-ive-been-missing-you-say.html' title='What? I&apos;ve been missing, you say?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4224101357617510573</id><published>2008-10-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:26:54.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transmission lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just wanted to post something letting all of you know that I might not blog for a while. In fact, I probably won't be on any messengers for a while, too. Or Deviant Art or Deviant Hearts or Subeta or anything like that. I might screw off on EverQuest though so that I don't have to think too much. And don't ask what's wrong because I'm not going to be telling anyone anything until I've got things figured out. Even then I might keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4224101357617510573?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4224101357617510573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4224101357617510573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4224101357617510573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4224101357617510573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/transmission-lost.html' title='transmission lost'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1721057943143234061</id><published>2008-10-07T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:21:16.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polotis'/><title type='text'>Dx3</title><content type='html'>Dentist, Drumming, Debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like to call today the triple D. Sounds like a bra size, doesn't it. D-cup! Sadly, I don't much about bra sizes. Or should I say thankfully? Back to the point, I am sitting here watching the presidential debate right now. The third D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the beginning, the first D was my dentist appointment at about 11:20am this morning. In a few months I'll only have to wear my super fantastic rainbow retainers at night! Cheers to that, my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The second D was drum lessons. As usual, it was fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When Phil was making a copy of a page from a lesson book for me, he said that the copier machine sounded like it was going to take off; just levitate away. I found that to be hilarious! So random. Oh, and as usual, Phil is still totally awesome and good looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The third D is going on as I type this. I'm, like, half paying attention. I need to watch it for my government class and write a reflection about it as the assignment. It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; actually quite interesting. Mom is all into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There have been so many distractions, though. All I wanted to do was sit down, talk to J, and watch what needs to be watched. Well, it didn't work out like that. My yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;unger cousin Kevin is over and I'm trying to hang out with him at the same time. I just got done making a sandwich and some chocolate milk for him. He's not the distraction, though. In fact, I enjoy his company and I gladly served him! Haha. The distractions included: goat getting in the house, taking the drill battery to Grandma, people coming in and talking really loud, the neighbors coming to see the goat, phone ringing, and a lot of other things. I felt so overwhelmed...I'm okay now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My couisn says that I am really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really weird. His reason for thinking that is because I just am. Well, I think otherwise. He said that after I told him there was a girl I liked when I went to the high school. It makes me think what the rest of my family would think. Like, would they treat me differently?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, though, I'm not very worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! By the way...a couple of weeks or so ago I took a pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ture of my "mini-mohawk." I guess they're actually called spine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;s or something...but, yeah! It's hard to tell what's going on anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;s. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOwlsUxpybI/AAAAAAAAALc/MC1JncInFb0/s1600-h/semi-mohawk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOwlsUxpybI/AAAAAAAAALc/MC1JncInFb0/s320/semi-mohawk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254616308655966642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1721057943143234061?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1721057943143234061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1721057943143234061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1721057943143234061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1721057943143234061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/dx3.html' title='Dx3'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOwlsUxpybI/AAAAAAAAALc/MC1JncInFb0/s72-c/semi-mohawk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1075448783732737072</id><published>2008-10-06T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:28:08.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Mutant Man Vs. Tremors; Baby Goat Feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mutant Man vs. Tremor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqmzgHZEVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iczuqWwTpMQ/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqmzgHZEVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iczuqWwTpMQ/s320/WhitzPicz+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254195319005581650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D: OMG WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom and I went to the grocery store together yesterday and b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ought this movie that was on sale for, like, four bucks. And now...I know why. The movie is called Mutant M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an and was made in about 1996 or so. I thought that, yeah, it would be a sort of a cheap horror considering the date and th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e title of the movie. It was indeed bizarre. My first complaint: pretty much all of the a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cting was...TERRIBLE. Sickeningly TERRIBLE. Haley said that it was slowly killing her. But there were two roles that were pretty well done and amusing (maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because they were me and my sister's favorite characters). According to www.imbd.com Mutant Man is a horror/comedy. I must agree because the movie did have its humorous moments. Other than that...WOW. I would watch it again, though. Just to make fun of it or dub over it one of these days. ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best roles in that movie were (in my opinion):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Hay's favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charlie (My favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; OMG YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our appetites were instantly cured as soon as the Tremors DVD was put into the movie player.&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I purchased the Tremors: Attack Pack. It was as if Heaven itself bathed the world in a pure and celestial light. oAo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywhom, if you have never seen any of the Tremors mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vies....go see them. NOW. I think that the first movie in the series is that absolute best. It is so damn funny! This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;movie, too, is a horror/comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremors totally kicked Mutan Man's ass by a landslide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to watch Mutant Man just for shits and giggles, go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I would, too. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Baby Goat Feeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, we are still trying to decide a name for our little goat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mumblesistilllikeoptimusprimecreampuffburritopittmumbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She is CRAZY when it comes to drinking out of a bottle! I'm ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;out to call her Titty Chaser. -shot-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some photos I took of her feeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqoDUHHMsI/AAAAAAAAALM/uf5n__C4w1I/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqoDUHHMsI/AAAAAAAAALM/uf5n__C4w1I/s320/WhitzPicz+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254196690172719810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqoDLl0bDI/AAAAAAAAALE/WEmyo6PJ88Q/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqoDLl0bDI/AAAAAAAAALE/WEmyo6PJ88Q/s320/WhitzPicz+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254196687885593650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqoCw9rLVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cym75bvQiXc/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqoCw9rLVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cym75bvQiXc/s320/WhitzPicz+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254196680737893714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one more thing...&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister and I dug away the bermuda grass from the gate to the chicken pen so that we could use the gate again. Our little goat figured out how to jump over the board we placed over the entrance. &lt;/span&gt;So it was decided that we fix that little issue. Bermuda grass is awfully tough, but we showed it! &gt;D We threw in some stray bricks to make a little path looking thing too~We are proud. ♥&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqrC1zLRQI/AAAAAAAAALU/IW3t7Q2BBxc/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqrC1zLRQI/AAAAAAAAALU/IW3t7Q2BBxc/s320/WhitzPicz+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254199980570920194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to practice drumming now~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1075448783732737072?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1075448783732737072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1075448783732737072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1075448783732737072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1075448783732737072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/mutant-man-vs-tremors-baby-goat-feeding.html' title='Mutant Man Vs. Tremors; Baby Goat Feeding'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOqmzgHZEVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iczuqWwTpMQ/s72-c/WhitzPicz+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5686365838619962588</id><published>2008-10-06T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:04:53.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimus Prime Cream Puff Burrito Pitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a new member in our family.&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor let us keep one of his female baby goats. She is so damn adorable! ♥&lt;br /&gt;How we got her was quite interesting. I wasn't there for m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ost of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what happened, but Mom and Hay filled me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently about five of our neighbors' little house dogs were on top of the baby goat and attacking her. My Mom - who was infuriated - was on the other side of the fence yelling at my neighbors house trying to get someone outside. I'm figuring when Hay came in to p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ut on her converse (and when I first heard what was going on), Mom was about to climb the fence and kick the dogs off herself, but luckily our neighbor pulled in. He got the dogs off of the little goat and gave it to my Mom since he said she saved it. I don't think our neighbor was very happy, though, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because there WERE people in the house. Both my Mom and my sister had been hollering, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I know we're all glad that the little goat gets to live on our side of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;canal now. It'll be so much healthier over here. We're still deciding a name, but I like to call her Optimus Prime Cream Puff Burrito Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;Optimus Prime being the giant robotic transformer guy. Cream Puff because she looks cream colored. Burrito because Hay thought it was funny. And Pitt because I randomly th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ought of Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours after we received Creamy (I guess that can be a nickname), I let her out of the little spot we made for her so she could explore a portion of the back yard. She went right to eating the various weeds. It was so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Chin and Finn were both like "WTF, mate?" They were sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stalking Creamy with wide eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But, yes, our lovely little goat - I would have to say - was the highlight of tod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEYanMk_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7owsJEk2nqE/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEYanMk_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7owsJEk2nqE/s320/WhitzPicz+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253946364044022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEYFSFotI/AAAAAAAAAKU/31HAfE95eXo/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEYFSFotI/AAAAAAAAAKU/31HAfE95eXo/s320/WhitzPicz+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253946358318342866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEY0mOsqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sU5I5O9wPOA/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEY0mOsqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sU5I5O9wPOA/s320/WhitzPicz+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253946371019289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEZFjJd1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/LaQPi0wZf3A/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEZFjJd1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/LaQPi0wZf3A/s320/WhitzPicz+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253946375569766226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5686365838619962588?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5686365838619962588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5686365838619962588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5686365838619962588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5686365838619962588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/optimus-prime-cream-puff-burrito-pitt.html' title='Optimus Prime Cream Puff Burrito Pitt'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SOnEYanMk_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7owsJEk2nqE/s72-c/WhitzPicz+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-2827314225319261938</id><published>2008-10-04T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:54:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday was - shall we say - interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi called me the night before asking if I could go to homecoming. There was a parade, a football game, and a dance. I had to refuse the dance (heard from a friend that it was kind of boring anyways).&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday morning I was pretty much just getting ready to go to the parade. I was going there alone since Levi couldn't make it at that time. Nor could Amanda, and Jocelyn was out and about elsewhere. She, for the first, like, two minutes I stood alone until Haley's best friend spotted me. Oh, sweet Mary. How I love her so! She let me hang with her and some of her friends on the curb while we watched the parade. I took a bunch of pictures for Tristan, too. When the parade was over, Mary her friends and Katie (she showed up a little later) all left. Hence, I was alone again. But I knew what my next destination would be. I had it planned since the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, I walked ALL the way across town just to drop of some drawings I had promised to some, ah, 'friends.' When I was, like, three minutes away I called on my cell first, just to make sure if they were home or not. I didn't want to show up unexpectedly either. I thought it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nereida&lt;/span&gt; who answered...I could tell be her voice. Their baby sister was literally wailing in the background (it was actually quite painful to the ears) and when she moved to a different, quieter room - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; - it sounded more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zoraida&lt;/span&gt;. So, as much as it crushes me to think about, I'm guessing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nereida&lt;/span&gt; passed the phone on to her sister. I asked if I could drop off said pictures, and at first she said no 'cause they were going somewhere. I 'insisted' since I was only three minutes away, then she said it would be okay. I didn't know if I was scared or exited. I think it was a little bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to ring the door bell or anything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zoraida&lt;/span&gt; was out the door before I could even walk up to it. So, it was an awkward, uh, little chat that we had...some of it was as if we were friends again and a little bit of it Z seemed to be hostile. I couldn't really tell...but by reading her eyes I sort of figured that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt; wanted me gone. I think she is still holding a grudge against me or whatever. But SHE was the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;initiated&lt;/span&gt; the hugs! That only raises my confusion...&lt;br /&gt;Well, she didn't like my new hair cut. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Personally, I didn't care for hers either. Don't get me wrong, I think it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;looked very&lt;/span&gt; cute, but I liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zoraida's&lt;/span&gt; long hair.&lt;br /&gt;After giving her the drawings and her thanking me (truthfully or grudgingly) I just wandered off. Of course I cried a little, but very little. As much as it hurt,  just kept walking. I didn't look back or anything. But I forgot to tell her so many things and I forgot to give her something else. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;So I just sort of slowly made my way down the street quietly. Eventually I came across this punt little brick 'wall' thing  in front of some random house and just sat there for like an hour. When the owner of the house was backing in I decided that maybe I should leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where things get a little more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;There I be, cruising down the sidewalk wondering what the hell I was going to do now. I look up and see someone familiar. At first I just thought my eyes were messing with me, but I knew it had to be Jocelyn. I was actually hoping it was, too. But my first thought was, "No! J doesn't walk like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;." Guess I was wrong. When she turned on a crosswalk I knew it was her. My attempts to catch her attention were futile. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whistled&lt;/span&gt; loudly, stomped my feet, and blah blah blah. Finally I just quickened my pace. I am now an official stalker. I tried whistling again but I guess I wasn't loud enough. When I saw her suddenly turn onto the stairs of the dentist and out of my sight, I knew where she was going (in a way). So I hurried across the street, strode up to the corner that lead to the dentist, and figured that when I turned the corner I'd see her sitting there. I was wrong. I lost her. I trotted up the dentist steps and onto the porch...thing...and then I saw her. NEXT, I followed her down an alley way. I tried walking with stiff feet again and played a cell phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ringtone&lt;/span&gt; at max volume. She STILL didn't notice. I was, like, ten feet behind her! So, I tried calling. That didn't work. I think she finally just stopped and turned around (or did I yell...for some reason I can't remember...). Her expression was priceless. Eh, it always is. Apparently I 'scared the shit out of her.'&lt;br /&gt;Victory was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soooooooo&lt;/span&gt;, then her and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pranced&lt;/span&gt; around town in random directions until we came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; just stopped at the park for a break. There we just hung out like friends would, you know? Levi showed up shortly after. We all had a blast together.&lt;br /&gt;When J &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to go and meet with a friend of hers (Levi and I following because she is our 'mommy') that's when I started to feel a bit...uh-uh. Or something. But I did like Vanessa and Tyler. They were both very open about their relationship with each other, that's for sure. I kinda felt ignored though...I studied the three of them (J, V, and T) goofing off...I was trying to figure something out. But I had Levi the whole time! We always cause trouble together. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;theeeeeeeeeeeeen&lt;/span&gt; we hung out, got food, Levi and I felt lost when J 'abandoned' us, then we all went back to the park...and goofed off some more.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much after dark when the cops showed up.&lt;br /&gt;We were all sitting at a table together, joking, laughing, having a good time; these two cops come up to us flashing their flashlights on us. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; us questions like where do you go to school, what grade are you in, and what have you. Suddenly, the one next to me asks "Who's popping pills?"&lt;br /&gt;We're all like..."What?"&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; again and Levi asked him if he was joking, and the cop said no. He flashed his light through the table and, sure enough, there was a...fucking...pill...what are the chances, dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cazic&lt;/span&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;We all sort of just... o.o&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did that get there!?&lt;br /&gt;So they asked us more questions, made Levi crush the pill (I think they thought it was him! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; poor guy), and finally they left. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; noticed the truth. We were all sober! I'm surprised they didn't search us or something.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about crazy but oh-so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Levi and I went to pay to get into the foot ball game after some random...junkie (?) came over to our group. He was...so....wow. As we were going to buy our tickets he was behind us! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! Anyways, I had to pay six bucks to get in because I was a visitor...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great! For the most part...I got to see a lot of people like Holly, Ashley, Kristen, Stephanie, my cousin Grant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Karolyn&lt;/span&gt;, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason (as selfish as this sounds) I felt so alone. I felt like I was invisible to everyone even though we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;talked&lt;/span&gt; with each other and laughed. Whenever I was pulled through the crowd, I felt like I was just fading. No seemed to notice or remember who I was. I truly felt like a stray. I was literally the lone wolf in this huge pack of...lions or something. I was so very grateful I got to see and hang out with so many people though.&lt;br /&gt;After hours of wandering around and following Amanda to find her friend Brenna, my legs were literally about to give way beneath me. Usually I'd be fine, but for the past couple of days Dad and I had been doing some pretty tough work, and it included a fine amount of stamina used up. My legs still hurt today. I went to find J to tell her that I was going to leave or something (I had no idea where I would go), and she gave me hug before I turned around. I would have liked to hang with her longer.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of leaving, though, I found my way over to a strip of cement a few centimeters of the ground. Everyone eventually migrated over there. I felt really stupid because sitting like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do anything for my legs, but I liked the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;. Then there was this kid Shaun or whatever (one of Steven's friends) that just stared at me with this weird expression. He just...stared. And stared. And stared. First he was all "What's up with-?" and he run his fingers through his hair. I knew instantly what he was referring to. His hair was pretty damn short, but mine is shorter.&lt;br /&gt;"It's shorter than mine!" is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;He said it freaked him out because I looked like his cousin who is a guy. Then he was suspicious of my gender. I told him I was a girl and he didn't exactly totally believe me. He told me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;prove&lt;/span&gt;. Well, hello, boobs. He said that doesn't prove it. Even when my friends told him I was a girl...he still eyed me suspiciously. I rather enjoyed it though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is LONG! I'm gonna summarize the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda needed somewhere to go because her sister wouldn't pick her up, I let her and Levi come over for a while (it was about 11pm), they along with Hay were ALL playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;iSketch&lt;/span&gt; while I wandered around not knowing what to do, then I got a call from Clint about some guys stopped and the smell of oil and blah blah, I called Grandma, I went out with Clint, watched the cars leave, met with Grandma, we all talked about random stuff, then we went home, Levi went home, Amanda was trying to keep me awake when I was terribly exhausted, then I passed out, then they woke me up, then we went to bed. So Amanda got to stay the night! We played Mario world, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And earlier that day a kid was riding his bike down the sidewalk while I was at my sister's best friend's house hanging out in the drive way with a group of people and that kid did a fancy little jump and lost control only to find himself slamming into one of the girl's car. Poor kid. I hope he's okay...but it WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sickeningly&lt;/span&gt; amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit dizzy from all of this typing and thinking and what not. If I forgot anything...oops...sorry. I might add on later. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming was wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-2827314225319261938?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2827314225319261938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=2827314225319261938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2827314225319261938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2827314225319261938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6339286375316774562</id><published>2008-10-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:26:41.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>do the helen keller and talk with your hips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"tounges, always pressed to your cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; while my tounge is on the inside of some other girl's teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; that i'm a vegetarian, and i ain't fucking scared of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah, I love that song. &lt;/span&gt;Don't Trust Me - 3oh!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that...&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't been posting to my satisfaction. I guess I've been feeling a little overwhelmed lately, but I shouldn't let that hold me down from ranting.&lt;br /&gt;So today I will most likely get to go to my old high school's homecoming parade. It'll be a blast, though I'll most likely be alone. Then, several hours later, I'll be going to the football game with a friend of mine. I really hope I get to see, like, everyone. I miss them terribly.&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd mention the misfortune that had been occuring...but I'm a bit reluctant to.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that my close friend's dad died last week and the loss has been playing its part in everyone. I want to be there for her and help her out with anything. I wanna be a good friend for her.&lt;br /&gt;Another dear friend of mine was also attacked last week. I am so very thankful that he is okay (for the most part). His throat isn't exactly the same anymore...I'm praying and wishing the best for him.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are up in the mountains right now. I hope they're safe and having a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure of what to say anymore...I feel a bit flustered but not...if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get back into the routine of daily updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6339286375316774562?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6339286375316774562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6339286375316774562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6339286375316774562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6339286375316774562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-helen-keller-and-talk-with-your-hips.html' title='do the helen keller and talk with your hips'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5227788568694562271</id><published>2008-09-30T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:58:36.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I haven't updated in a long while, huh?&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to blogs, I like to have daily updates. Unfortunately, I have been indulging myself in fanfictions festooned with pages among pages of Seto Kaiba and Katsuya Jounouchi yaoi. I must say, that pairing has grown on me over the past few days, but I still adore the Seto and Kouga crossover couple. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was pretty awesome. I woke up earlier than usual and went to work outside with Dad instantly. We were trimming some overgrown foliage, raking, scooping, chainsawing, and so on and so forth. You know, yard work. We threw a cat on Lucy a couple times, enjoyed watching the yellow bellied finches bitch at each other and eat seeds, and a lot of other stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 2:45 pm or so we called it quits to eat and take showers to get ready for drum lessons. Before we arrived at the studio, though, we went and got some mochas. I dared to have an add shot...and now...I am so hyper. While with Phil I was pretty darn hyper. I would have random splurges (I guess you could say) of energy, but a bit of my shy self still shone through my "drunk" exterior.&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally bled on Phil's bass kick, too. I felt so dumb! I had been using the kick wrong lately for some reason or other, and the kick would rub against my skin on my leg. So while I was playing today, I started to bleed and there was enough blood to soak through my pant leg. Haha! It was funny, though. And, of course, Phil wasn't angry or disappointed or anything. He was just surprised because he had never had anyone "injured" during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;We got to play together again, too. Woah...that sounded dirty. What I mean is: we got to JAM together again. He was playing the congas and I was on the drum set again. It was so much fun! Being with Phil helps me to feel better about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am home...typing away with my lovely sister pestering me somewhat. I still haven't cleaned up my bloody leg, either. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh em gee!&lt;br /&gt;I was, like, watering and feeding, you know? And I had to pee SO BAD because of that damn mocha! So I was dancing around with the hose like an idiot. Finally I just kicked off my shoes and ran...SPRINTED...to the house. I burst through the door (almost died) and disappeared. When I came out, Dad was all "What the hell are you doin?"&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! And EARLIER earlier I managed to do...A HAND STAND. I was amazed. I was...bewildered. I chickened out though and fell back down because I didn't wanna break my neck. I'm such a wuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuhg...there was something else I wanted to add, but I can't remember at the moment. It annoys me so much when you suddenly forget what you wanted to say...evil!&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I can't remember. When it comes I'll probably rant about it in my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;IN FACT, there has been some misfortune recently. I didn't want to kill the mood by mentioning it...so expect an update on that by my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going good (though I might get a poor grade in etiquette LOL).&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been drawing as much again.&lt;br /&gt;Been very distant to almost everyone outside my family.&lt;br /&gt;Lada dee, lada dum, lada dee da doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no drive to type.&lt;br /&gt;I should consider cleaning off this dried blood soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5227788568694562271?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5227788568694562271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5227788568694562271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5227788568694562271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5227788568694562271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-drive.html' title='no drive'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5475006793290242727</id><published>2008-09-24T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:40:07.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Spitting Blood</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting daily events for a couple of days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll try to catch up with my own life in this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day I visited the dentist to receive my upper retainer my comic book came in the mail (no UPS man lol). So I finally got to read the entire first volume of the Stray Crayons manga! It was awesome. It's smaller than I imagined, too. The pages are so delicate that it doesn't even look like a 100+ page manga. I adore it so very much, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've caught up a little bit on my homework, but I had to give up on a lot of it and just do everything I receive now. My grade will be hurt, but I'm going to boost it back up. I've finally gotten myself to do my homework earlier on in the week. In fact, I am working on Economics at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma brought over an old sewing kit for me to have. She said she heard I was taking a sewing class soon, so she wondered if I would like to have it. I believe it was either her mother's kit or her grandmother's. But it was so sweet of her! I couldn't stop thanking the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you have noticed, I've been messing around more with photography than with drawing. I think it's just a random phase, though; I'll probably be over it soon. Besides, drawing is so much more amusing! To me anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just the other day my sister and I were reciting a duet while washing dishes. I had a notebook with the song pasted in it and we sang it over and over. It was hilarious. The song is &lt;em&gt;It's Tough To Be A God &lt;/em&gt;from the movie The Road to El Dorado. I sing as Miguel and Hay sings as Tulio. It's the greatest song &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;. Also, we're thinking of learning the song from The Quest for Camelot that Devon and Cornwall sing. It's the one that goes "If I didn't have you!" Haha. So amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, Cookie HAS been watching her kittens. And there's quite a few of them. While I was outside earlier I managed to spot them wrestling and exploring. I dubbed the little gray striped one a "Mama's Boy" 'cause it was continuously with Cookie rubbing on her and meowing. It was cute, though! I'm glad the kittens are doing well...even though they'll become wild, mean bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit angry with myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For one, I woke up late. Rather, I woke up and layed around. I had a lot on my mind because of some dreams I had. The one I had first I won't mention. But the second one was...weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like, in the second dream I woke up from my first dream. It felt SO real. I got up to brush my teeth for the morning. It was pretty dark, too. So, there I was, brushing my teeth. When I spit I noticed a weird color in my soapy saliva. It looked darker. I realized then that I was practically puking out blood. I continued to brush and spit though, watching the blood mix in with the water and disappear down the drain. I tried to find a cut or something in my mouth but couldn't find anything. Then I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that's how it went. That's all I remember of it. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But that dream isn't a part of why I am angry with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of the first dream I have been a depressed bum. I pretty much sat around like a vegetable...just thinking. There was so much I wanted to do, but I just didn't have the drive. I felt so pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling a little better right now, though. So yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For now at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure there's more, but I can't think clearly right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay and I might be doing some random photoshoots soon. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5475006793290242727?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5475006793290242727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5475006793290242727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5475006793290242727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5475006793290242727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/spitting-blood.html' title='Spitting Blood'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7067046178051104431</id><published>2008-09-23T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:11:30.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Lizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you're cool when your neighbor is a fourth degree black belt.&lt;br /&gt;And you know you're even cooler when your neighbor who is a fourth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;degree black belt has his son in Karate, too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little neighbor was over just a few minutes ago showing us some karate moves and his new orange belt. He is so cute sometimes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum lessons today was rather humorous; a lot of fun, too. Phil was asking me if I had ever heard someone breathe in and talk at the same time. He kindly did a swell demonstration of it! So, during practice, (while trying to concentrate) he randomly breathes in and talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard that," I told him, laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it would make you laugh," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Phil. Such a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;We even jammed together for a few minutes before our time was up. He was on the congas and I played with his drum set. Great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to steal some more random shots of random things around outside while I was feeding and watering. I'll be posting my favorites on&lt;a href="http://forever-toowit.deviantart.com/"&gt; my DeviantArt account&lt;/a&gt;, so go and check them out there. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;when I take a step back,&lt;br /&gt;life is swell as of today. I'm quite satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I started my homework early. THANK CAZIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ZOMG It's a Jesus Lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNmhUk3QjlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NdTZ6E8HaVg/s1600-h/jesus+lizard%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNmhUk3QjlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NdTZ6E8HaVg/s320/jesus+lizard%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249404215541927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7067046178051104431?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7067046178051104431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7067046178051104431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7067046178051104431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7067046178051104431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-lizard.html' title='Jesus Lizard'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNmhUk3QjlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NdTZ6E8HaVg/s72-c/jesus+lizard%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-3192598364375939767</id><published>2008-09-22T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:03:10.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've managed to get a few shots of some of our cats here on the ranchette. Unfortunately I could not manage to steal any moments of the little grey striped kitten or his mother, Cookie. I did get some of Kiwi, Finn, Chin, and the little black and white kitten, though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgyUsJEH5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TF_YLmHsghY/s1600-h/C+A+T+S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgyUsJEH5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TF_YLmHsghY/s320/C+A+T+S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249000696728264594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The other day I got some shots of Chin playing with a curtain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgzLZfva0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vx1aHkSb_r0/s1600-h/chin+curtain+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgzLZfva0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vx1aHkSb_r0/s320/chin+curtain+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249001636615908162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgzLTtdP5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ce07XjfoQFg/s1600-h/chin+cutain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgzLTtdP5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ce07XjfoQFg/s320/chin+cutain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249001635062824850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My current wallpaper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgz_50AvRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/INBWKAHFd8o/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgz_50AvRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/INBWKAHFd8o/s320/WhitzPicz+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249002538644061458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was watering yesterday, I also got some shots of nature. Behold my amateur skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6amZdPSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WfWqd4mT8w0/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6amZdPSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WfWqd4mT8w0/s320/WhitzPicz+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249009594358644002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg99z4XrkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UgvZgl5wLAE/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg99z4XrkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UgvZgl5wLAE/s320/WhitzPicz+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249013497808268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6ZxR1P2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ca_D10P9k0U/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6ZxR1P2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ca_D10P9k0U/s320/WhitzPicz+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249009580099583842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6aKdZ3fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d0mnFimUBwU/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6aKdZ3fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d0mnFimUBwU/s320/WhitzPicz+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249009586859007474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6aA6UuTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TLyr5Nf6nkM/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6aA6UuTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TLyr5Nf6nkM/s320/WhitzPicz+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249009584295950642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6absjfeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rZ6vFemM_VY/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg6absjfeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rZ6vFemM_VY/s320/WhitzPicz+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249009591485955554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3q1qp_BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u8YqIyjCNy8/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3q1qp_BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u8YqIyjCNy8/s320/WhitzPicz+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006574800337938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3qAA91nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uOPQkUHPcI8/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3qAA91nI/AAAAAAAAAIs/uOPQkUHPcI8/s320/WhitzPicz+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006560398399090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3qYbUQbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9LF4tDlkjLg/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3qYbUQbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9LF4tDlkjLg/s320/WhitzPicz+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006566951371186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3rzBejwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sQgZBYBPsrM/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3rzBejwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sQgZBYBPsrM/s320/WhitzPicz+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006591270620930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3rRRk0UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pH6icD2tQHs/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg3rRRk0UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pH6icD2tQHs/s320/WhitzPicz+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006582211334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;And just for fun~my sex kittens! I mean...action figures! -shot-&lt;br /&gt;( Marik's head is a bit... o_o; I guess that's what happens when your little cousin abuses his toys... &lt;&lt;;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg_5C8Qa1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/TgDNjdXDeYs/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNg_5C8Qa1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/TgDNjdXDeYs/s320/WhitzPicz+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249015614975011666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-3192598364375939767?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3192598364375939767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=3192598364375939767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3192598364375939767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/3192598364375939767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNgyUsJEH5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TF_YLmHsghY/s72-c/C+A+T+S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8008715796587842415</id><published>2008-09-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:33:45.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photo Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I promised some pictures, so here they are! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazF0Fi6oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4qkqHZl2npU/s1600-h/Painting+with+Sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazF0Fi6oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4qkqHZl2npU/s320/Painting+with+Sky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248579328209513090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazF0Fi6oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4qkqHZl2npU/s1600-h/Painting+with+Sky.JPG"&gt;Painting with sky.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazFwqxCAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2EUBVHmZ5XE/s1600-h/chasing+clouds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazFwqxCAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2EUBVHmZ5XE/s320/chasing+clouds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248579327291885570" border="0" /&gt;Painting with Dad. ^_^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazFwqxCAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2EUBVHmZ5XE/s1600-h/chasing+clouds.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazGHg536I/AAAAAAAAAH0/K7prPdLizQM/s1600-h/sanding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazGHg536I/AAAAAAAAAH0/K7prPdLizQM/s320/sanding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248579333424537506" border="0" /&gt;Sanding shelves : )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazGEshFbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vKk4trDi7zg/s1600-h/Flex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazGEshFbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vKk4trDi7zg/s320/Flex.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248579332667938226" border="0" /&gt;You know you kick ass when your dog can fly.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazGQqjheI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iclY2lsGMZo/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazGQqjheI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iclY2lsGMZo/s320/WhitzPicz+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248579335880934882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazGQqjheI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iclY2lsGMZo/s1600-h/WhitzPicz+011.jpg"&gt;Behold..&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNayPhkzRyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0HUkEeNEL24/s1600-h/best+friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNayPhkzRyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0HUkEeNEL24/s320/best+friends.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248578395527399202" border="0" /&gt;Me and my sister's necklaces. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8008715796587842415?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8008715796587842415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8008715796587842415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8008715796587842415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8008715796587842415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-fun.html' title='Photo Fun'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNazF0Fi6oI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4qkqHZl2npU/s72-c/Painting+with+Sky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1090090535962700794</id><published>2008-09-20T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:40:54.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Nodding Off...</title><content type='html'>Aaah, where have the daily updates run off to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm too tired to type out anything, eh, lively at the moment. But I shall share at least &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;details about today. Well, with all honesty...today was just another day. I should have been working on my homework, but again my rebellious teenager self wanted to screw around rather than do what's important. Shame on me. So, basically, I'll be doing homework all day tomorrow. By now I should have learned my lesson, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! On the more positive side of things, I found the cord for Mom's camera. I'll be posting some pictures to share with my few readers soon. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I need to go to bed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G'night, mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1090090535962700794?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1090090535962700794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1090090535962700794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1090090535962700794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1090090535962700794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/nodding-off.html' title='Nodding Off...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7010865856232892141</id><published>2008-09-19T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:02:34.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Tape Shortage</title><content type='html'>Another morning post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanted to tell the tale of my retainer almost getting thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it pretty much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;get thrown away, but it was saved!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I had wrapped it up in a napkin while I was eating lunch. It wasn't exactly a smart move on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, I usually would wrap my retainer in a napkin. If someone were to pick it up then they'd feel that something was inside of it. I've done it a few times before and there were never any agonizing results. Well, last night, while gathering the garbage for Garbage Night...it must've gotten mixed in with the trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first I was like "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," but I knew where it would be. I decided to 'sticker' (there was no tape) a note to the door for Dad. I didn't want him to go and dig for my retainer, it was just to let him know and have him wake me up so I could go and fetch th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e damn thing before the garbage man came. Well, knowing my kind hearted and generous father, he went across the street and hauled the trash can over here. He had started to look for my missing retainer, but had to leave for work shortly. But it was so nice of him to look!&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, when I got up finally, I grabbed the bag that Dad and I figured the retainer would have most likely wound up in, opened it, dug a little through the trash, and ta-da! I am so thankful that my little bastard of a retainer was there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my upper retainer today at the dentist, so what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would I have said when I showed up without my lower? Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Basically, everything is fine now. I hauled the garbage can back across the street, explained to Grandma what happened when she came outside asking me what I was doing with the garbage, hung out with her for a bit, then came back home.&lt;br /&gt;I shall never put my retainer in a napkin again!&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My love for the KougaxSeto pairing has led me to 'manipulate' some screen shots. Oh, yes. I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNPaMV2k3HI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EOEA3n_2z0I/s1600-h/KxS+Thinking+of+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNPaMV2k3HI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EOEA3n_2z0I/s320/KxS+Thinking+of+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247777896376097906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've done better but I'm a bit too lazy at the moment to pull of anything fancy-pancy. Enjoyeth at thy own pleasureth. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7010865856232892141?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7010865856232892141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7010865856232892141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7010865856232892141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7010865856232892141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/tape-shortage.html' title='Tape Shortage'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNPaMV2k3HI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EOEA3n_2z0I/s72-c/KxS+Thinking+of+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-585793293904273905</id><published>2008-09-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:59:55.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>FURI KURI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, a lot has happened today. Unfortunately I don't exact amount of motivation to type out everything in grand and/or inspiring detail. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin my day,&lt;br /&gt;I got my lazy ass out of bed around seven am to go with Dad to see his doctor. On the way we snatched some mocha, got lost, but finally made it to the place. So, while Dad was getting his check up, I sat in the waiting room reading this really interesting article about York in England. It's said to be the most haunted or something. I really did enjoy reading it. I have a thing for apparitions and poltergeists and spirits and what not. If you want to check it out look for the National Geographics magazine of October 2008. It's totally worth the read! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous news: Dad is as healthy as a horse! In other words, he is pretty much in perfect condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the doctor's, we made our way to a shopping location where this shoe store was that Dad's doctor recommended. You see, Dad's feet have been bothering him, and this place called Shoes that Fit was supposed to help out. The place didn't open until ten am, so we waddled around the shopping center (everything was closed). When the store did open though, it was great. We were instantly greeted by Abel (who I think might be the store manager). He didn't hesitate to help us out. Something random: while Dad was talking with Abel, a purse fell off of its shelf next to me. Amusing, no? Anyways, there was this cool...thingy...that was at the back of the store. It was something you stepped on and the pressure of your feet, your foot size, and a lot of other stuff about your feet would appear on the computer screen. It was totally cool! I sometimes forget how technology advanced our civilization is anymore. After Dad tried it, Abel asked if I wanted to. I didn't hesitate! After some more shoe searching and interesting explanations, Dad finally purchased a really nice pair...for $159.99. The special pads for his feet: $69.99. Woah...but, I must say, the customer service was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home to load up our cardboard, I was talking to Dad about how everything good for you is expensive, whereas everything bad for you is cheap. It's really lame, I think. Dad said "Yeah, the rich and wealthy are the ones who're healthy." Then he smirked at his rhyme. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...my...Cazic...&lt;br /&gt;The cardboard...stuffed the bed of Dad's truck. It was rediculous! As soon as I find the USB cord thingy for Mom's camera, I'll post the pictures for you. To me and Dad...it was epic. Dad was dissapointed that we weren't getting a lot of stares as we were on our way to the recycling center. It was funny, though! Oh, and for a pound of cardboard you get one cent. Hah! So, for all of our cardboard we got $11. Better than nothing! But, in total, (which includes the bottles and cans and what not), we left with $53.43. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we dropped by Wal*Mart to purchase a new coffe maker for Dad. His other broke, so every time we saw a Mr. Coffee machine, he called it something like "Mr. Crappy." Hehe. When he was satisfied with one he found, I asked if would could see if we could find a miniature maniqune (my old one broke). Alas, we couldn't find the damn things. That Wal*Mart is a little unfamiliar to us...and none of what I wanted was in the arts and crafts section. So we gave up and left. On the way home we got some In n Out Burger (Dad's FAVORITE). There were two cute guys there! Hah! Too bad I'm interested in the female species. Then we had to drop by Taco Bell to get Hay three taco supremes. She called earlier, dying of hunger as usual. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I basically did my daily chores, relaxed, squeezed in like one minute of skateboarding time (I love to skateboard!), blah, blah. Saw the catapillar Hay found, named it Steve, and set it free, blah, blah. Redownloaded 2Moons, but it's still weird. Blah, blah. Saved a "moth" from Chin, but discovered as soon as I opened my hand that it was a prayingmantis, showed it to everyone, set it free, faced 'abandoment' issues because I miss my prayingmantis, took a shower, and now I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I can't blog tonight! There's a lot, yeah, but I'm sure I missed a bunch of good, juicy stuff. If I think of 'em...I'll probably be posting them or editing this entry. I just can't seem...to...type so well...or something...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all in all, I would have to say that today was fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I was chasing Haley and she slipped, saved her hip from colliding with the counter, but hit her head on the counter beam...poor girl. Everytime I think about it I wanna burst out laughing. Haha! We were pretty...roudy today. Maybe 'cause we were both hyper. We kept tackling each other and chasing the animals...wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And David from that shoe place let me keep a piece of..."genuine sheepskin." Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sorry if there is anything mispelled and what not. I'm tired and spell check isn't working. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seto x Kouga foreveeeeeeeeeeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-585793293904273905?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/585793293904273905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=585793293904273905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/585793293904273905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/585793293904273905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/furi-kuri.html' title='FURI KURI!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5649192617381660587</id><published>2008-09-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:23:22.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolf and Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNKcCzrYv2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/eD9WTMoivRk/s1600-h/WolfxDragon+preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNKcCzrYv2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/eD9WTMoivRk/s320/WolfxDragon+preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247428087885905762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I might be the only fangirl of the anime/manga crossover couple KougaxSeto (Kouga from Inuyasha, Seto from YuGiOh). It's fun that way though~I just think that the two stubborn bastards would make a kawaii yaoi couple. &lt;3 So, in honor of such a fantasy, I am currently working on a piece that includes the two men. It's gonna be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a long, detailed blog entry...that might come later this evening. I still have to run around with Dad on some errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5649192617381660587?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5649192617381660587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5649192617381660587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5649192617381660587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5649192617381660587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/wolf-and-dragon.html' title='Wolf and Dragon'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SNKcCzrYv2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/eD9WTMoivRk/s72-c/WolfxDragon+preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6158194669408713455</id><published>2008-09-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:58:46.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Real and Fake</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that little boys and girls everywhere are under pressure and are questioning their appearances simply from magazines and what not due to the oh-so perfect looking models and actors/actresses inside. I knew for a long time now that the photos have been Photoshopped or manipulated in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;way, but what do the children think? What do the teenagers of today think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to take a peek into this false reality dumped on everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pixcetera.com/pixcetera/picture-perfect/28931&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6158194669408713455?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6158194669408713455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6158194669408713455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6158194669408713455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6158194669408713455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-and-fake.html' title='Real and Fake'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4072743898291707419</id><published>2008-09-17T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:46:39.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>In The Road of Today</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here watching the current tv channel. This is probably one of my most favorite television channels...well, I don't watch much TV anymore, but when I do I'm usually waching channel 366 on DirecTV. Current is just such an inspirational and informal channel. I love watching the lives of other people and the events that are taking place that I never even knew existed. It's just loads of fun. In fact, it seems to keep me company when I am feeling lonely. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've only been awake for...a little more than an hour. I would have liked to have gotten up earlier, but like yesterday I just layed around in bed awake for a while. My mind was probably wandering or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scroll down on this page you'll find my slideshow. Thanks to Flickr I have found a decent, simple way to share my art. Yay. Speaking of Flickr...I like its layout and what not a lot better than Photobucket. Photobucket always reminded me of a bucket of...messiness. Too many adds and such. Whereas Flickr - to me - seems cleaner and has a simpler look. Easy on the eyes. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here now to see if my beloved UPS man will be arriving today with my new comic book. I can't wait! I finally bought the book I have been wanting from Amazon.com. It's one that I don't think you can buy in stores or anything; I finally get to read it soon!&lt;br /&gt;The manga is called Stray Crayons by Yoko Molotov. If you go to &lt;a href="http://www.yokomolotov.net/"&gt;http://www.yokomolotov.net/&lt;/a&gt; you can see all of her works, including a preview of Stray Crayons.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore Yoko's style! It's just so unique and gorgeous~&lt;br /&gt;Stray Crayons: &lt;a href="http://www.yokomolotov.net/indexsc.html"&gt;http://www.yokomolotov.net/indexsc.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come today Mr. UPS guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4072743898291707419?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4072743898291707419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4072743898291707419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4072743898291707419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4072743898291707419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-road-of-today.html' title='In The Road of Today'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-842253507050756153</id><published>2008-09-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:57:23.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;September 13th was Dad's birthday. It was fun! We ran around town, had a hilarious shopping trip in Khols, continuously laughed at iHop while trying to eat 'breakfast', and a lot of other fun stuff!  I'm really glad that Dad had a good time. I love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend Levi from my old high school has been dropping by my place for a visit for the past two days. It's good to see him again since I don't really see anyone anymore. We just hung out like a couple of normal teens: caused 'trouble,' did random stuff, were easily amused, blah dee blah. Yesterday we were trying to jump into a bush from my swing set out back. We declared that it was better than doing pot. Indeed. Hah! We also listened to a bunch of Oomph! and Ramstein to pass the time. Resident Evil was also a big part of our conversations. Apparently there is a new animated movie coming out WITH LEON S. KENNEDY! I seriously 'squeed' like a rabid fangirl when I saw him in the preview. So sexy. Anyways, I believe the movie is called Resident Evil: Degeneration. I can't wait! Levi and I decided that we're going to go see it together when it comes out. Other than that, we're also going to start learning German together as out 'secret language' since everyone else at school is apparently into their Japanese. Haha. Ah, that Levi. He's a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds.&lt;br /&gt;As I was lying awake in bed this morning I noticed how the light was changing. I knew that there had to be clouds today. I had been wanting to see them for so very long, and, sure enough, beautiful clouds have been festooning our valley sky today. I love it! It really does make the sky seem endless when there are clouds floating along above. I can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is where I want to be. I've decided that when I'm ready to be on my own, I'm moving somewhere by the coast. I would absolutely love to have an art studio that overlooks the sea. It would be gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of art studios, the remodeling on our house is going well. The speed is somewhat slow at the moment due to work, but it is coming along nicely. It'll be totally worth the wait in the long run. I plan on turning my new, fresh room into a 1/2 typical teenage bedroom, 1/2 in-home art studio. I don't have a lot of room, but I'll cope. I've already drawn some 'blue prints,' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my room is done...I am totally putting the candle I bought from Levi's fundraiser in there. Ah, the smell of fresh sheets! I hope purchasing that candle will succeed in getting Levi to Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-842253507050756153?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/842253507050756153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=842253507050756153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/842253507050756153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/842253507050756153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5868398625026951886</id><published>2008-09-14T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:17:08.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffer, I Deserve To</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looks like I'm going to be pulling off an all-nighter once again. Due to my horrible skills of managing time and certain events that have been taking place lately, I have really fallen behind in school. It's not terrible, though. Mostly troublesome. &lt;/span&gt;This time I promise to manage my time better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss washing the bounce houses. I wonder if uncle Ray will be bringing them by again soon...I hope soooo! I don't care about the money, I just want to have an overdose of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi dropped by today and we hung out for a while. It was fun. He wants to learn how to play the keyboard; I bet he'll kick ass if he really dedicates time to it. So, judging by what we talked about and what he told me he seems to be doing well. Which is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, geez. I would type more right now and give everyone an overload of updates, but I'm feeling a bit too tired...and I still have a LOT of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll post more about what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x___x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5868398625026951886?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5868398625026951886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5868398625026951886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5868398625026951886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5868398625026951886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/suffer-i-deserve-to.html' title='Suffer, I Deserve To'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8714940901326672567</id><published>2008-09-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:54:45.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Just Once More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sky of this valley. So polluted. Every time I see photos of places where the sky is endless...envy consumes me. When I think about the people living under those crystal clear skies, I wish that their wonderland could be my own. Instead, here, a thick sheet of smog and other shit acts as an aggravating barrier, filling our lungs with wretched disgust. If Tori is to never return home, then I hope that he has found clear skies to fly in. I wish for him to have all of the happiness that a bird could possibly posses; I wish for him to find that place which he could truly call his haven. I don't want him to look up at this sky any longer. It has bore its fangs deep within myself. When I was a child, it was just the sky. Nothing more, nothing less. Now I realize how poisonous it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it succeeds in placing me in darker moods, I still strive to better myself with all of this free time I now have again. Lately I haven't been doing so, I hate to admit. I don't want to use my last few days of being ill as some sort of mortal excuse. I don't want all of these everlasting thoughts and wishes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;to cause me to hesitate on the path I wish to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am merely sixteen years young, yet I already feel like I lost that one person who I could truly be happy with. I want her. I don't need her. But I've gotten to the point that where my want for her - for them - is so strong that it seems to have become a need. A necessity for survival. But I do not pray on them like the blood thirsty predator I sometimes see myself as. I am no stalker, nor am I frighteningly obsessed. I just love them dearly. Now my want for them is preying on me, urging me; daring me to reach out to them again. Why? Why do I feel like I need them in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawings. Writings. Laughing. Crying.&lt;br /&gt;When I was with them, my life was practically based around them.&lt;br /&gt;I had set this duty upon myself. I wanted to protect them. I wanted to make them happy. I wanted to give them what they wanted, but could not have.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it was my stubborn side that lead to our friendship's end or my stupidity. Maybe it was their lack in trust for me...despite everything I had done for them, and will still do for them.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them everything I had to offer. I tried so hard to keep us together.&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't rested my head on her shoulder...if I hadn't scooted so close to comfort her with my words that would later mean nothing...how would things be now?&lt;br /&gt;She was upset. I remember her sister telling me that she would not come down to eat; it had been like that for some time. I had gone upstairs to her, to try and have her come down. The way she felt...about everything...they way she felt about everything just tore me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll always be here for you," I whispered to her. I wanted her to know that, indeed, I would forevermore be by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you." Her voice. A simple whisper, those words. What I would give to hear it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment, though short lived, is the one that I shall never ever forget. It's something that keeps me going to this day. Something that I would kill for to experience again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to see through this blanket of crap that pollutes our sky. I want her to see the endless world that lies before her. I want her to find true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see her smile, hear her laugh, listen to her voice, and see her beautiful face...just once more. If I can never have her by my side again, then at least let me see her one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8714940901326672567?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8714940901326672567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8714940901326672567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8714940901326672567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8714940901326672567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-once-more.html' title='Just Once More'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6857778713114980975</id><published>2008-09-11T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:02:41.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Short</title><content type='html'>I really hope we find Tori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my Mom's birds went missing this morning. Somehow one of the doors on Tori's pen was pushed open. No one knows how...but he hasn't come home yet. I really miss him...he was such a sweet little bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think everything is okay. Tori's disappearance isn't treating me (and everyone) very well.&lt;br /&gt;But today was...normal, I guess. Or beyond what anyone else could call normal. Normal to me, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mr. Goat and Bambi a lot more today. I'm glad I get to feed and talk to them, even though they don't understand a word I'm saying. But who knows? Maybe they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;has seemed to come back a little. I've been trying to at least sketch something everyday. Seeing that I am getting over this illness (Poor Hay is catching it), I'll be able to go about my normal activities. I really want to drum...beating the shit out of something sounds like a delicious idea at the moment. I just want to drown myself out from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't really have anything else to say, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6857778713114980975?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6857778713114980975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6857778713114980975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6857778713114980975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6857778713114980975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-short.html' title='Something Short'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-8339068912635956094</id><published>2008-09-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:29:14.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrowful</title><content type='html'>I hate 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori is missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-8339068912635956094?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8339068912635956094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=8339068912635956094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8339068912635956094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/8339068912635956094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorrowful.html' title='Sorrowful'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-176956928267002011</id><published>2008-09-10T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:21:38.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;What's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to type as a blog entry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So why do I bother? I guess I just feel like ranting...or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Goat is doing well, I think. I fed him a few more times today. He knows now when to come to me. I love you, Mr. Goat. He also has a little friend I like to call Bambi. Bambi is an adorable little guy with chocolate colored fur and a black stripe running down his back. They both have their adorable traits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/) /)&lt;br /&gt;(o.o)&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;&lt;)o     &lt;--- OMG It's a bunny!   ()======{::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::/      &lt;--- ZOMG! It's a sword!   As you can tell, I - in fact - have NO idea what to rant about. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think it's because I feel somewhat....melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY THIS GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Start: Mad Monday - ArcadeStreet.com --&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcadestreet.com/mad-monday.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arcadestreet.com/images/mad-monday-sml.gif" width="65" height="65" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle" style="'padding-left:.5em'"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcadestreet.com/mad-monday.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad Monday&lt;/strong&gt; - Force other vehicles off the road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                 &lt;!-- End: Mad Monday - ArcadeStreet.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-176956928267002011?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/176956928267002011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=176956928267002011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/176956928267002011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/176956928267002011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1428888394792898186</id><published>2008-09-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:06:30.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Fire Hazard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Various people. Various situations.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember any of them too well, but I do remember seeing gorgeous artwork in one. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;I also remember seeing my cousin Derick...and not being able to reach him or something. I remember the twins...but maybe they weren't in any of my dreams. I was just thinking about them all night before I had fallen asleep. Then somebody stole my suitcase after it had arrived late and I started to hunt that bastard down! Then suddenly I was learning how to say 'monkey' in Spanish. ...Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Different kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still sick. Yay. But ever since before I fell asleep last night and leading up to now, I've had this strange feeling inside of me. Hell, I think it was from sometime earlier last night to now. It's that feeling of "everything is going to be okay." Or something similar, at least. I am going to blame Sladerrrr and Giselle and Derek for giving me this warm and happy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Giselle said she got on Gmail just to talk to me. We didn't argue like we sometimes would, either. Instead, we had a conversation just like we used to before we had "gone our seperate ways." It was a fun, too! Full of lol's and xD's and what not. It was really good to hear from that girl again.&lt;br /&gt;Slade is just always nice to me. He's always understanding. Has a good sense of humor, too. He let me hear a recording of him singing (he felt so humiliated. Haha!). And I tell you, his voice just made me feel so relaxed and calm. Made me feel happy. I swear, his voice is breathtaking. I need to call and force him to sing over the phone! Haha! But, really, he's a breathtaking young man inside and out. I love him to death.&lt;br /&gt;Derek, thanks for always talking to me. You're one humorous guy. I really appreciate you saying "good morning" to me every day. Let's me know that I have someone there to pester and frighten. Oh, the joy! You're a great guy! I don't feel so lonely anymore because you talk to me all day, every day. Hah! So thanks a million for that, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just felt like typing a little something. I've got some stuff on my mind. I seriously love the people mentioned above, too. They're all such funny bunnies! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probalby be posting again later today/tongiht, just to filter my mind again. Or just to rant! Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T T F N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Goat. (Or Miss. I haven't checked).&lt;br /&gt;There's this bug-eyed, black goat on the other side of the fence. Poor thing has to live at my neighbors hideous home. Yesterday it was "following" me. Every time I turned around, there were its huge, golden brown eyes staring at me. Creepy. I have a goat stalker. I saw him this morning and decided to get changed and go visit. After doing so, I found him and started to pull a bunch of overgrown grass out of the ground to feed him. As I was sneaking it to the other side of the fence in small piles, I would sort of talk to Mr. Goat. He is so adorable! And creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1428888394792898186?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1428888394792898186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1428888394792898186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1428888394792898186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1428888394792898186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/fire-hazard.html' title='Fire Hazard'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4844955728307836302</id><published>2008-09-09T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:11:54.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Go Away, Kitty</title><content type='html'>These cats are annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Fin and Chin to death, but their cuteness and curiosity is getting on my nerves! Well, Fin is just relaxing with Hay in the living room...but Chin keeps exploring our desk. I had to throw some bottle caps on the bathroom floor to get him to go away.Don't get me wrong, though. I love the little bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Besides that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I. Drew. Something!&lt;br /&gt;Like, OMG, right!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so happy that I actually drew something today. It keeps my sanity in check, that's for sure. I still have an ass load of improving to do, but I'll get where I want to be eventually. I'll share with you all - or to whoever actually reads this godforsaken blog (I love you Derek and J) - what I had come up with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Grim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grim is a "bad boy", stubborn, over confident, independent, smart ass. Among other traits and qualities. But, yes. Meet Grim. Grim, meet your viewers.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to view this image in it's original size, just click the link below. Then click the picture again on the page that comes up to see it in full view mode. (Edit: Or, hell, just click the picture itself on THIS page if you want. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forever-toowit.deviantart.com/art/twistedmonster-shimmeringgems-97508463"&gt;Click HERE to see this in it's original size!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forever-toowit.deviantart.com/art/twistedmonster-shimmeringgems-97508463"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SMdVxmfHBmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D9oqGjSHcCg/s1600-h/twisted+monster+-+shimmering+gems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SMdVxmfHBmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D9oqGjSHcCg/s320/twisted+monster+-+shimmering+gems.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244254601729214050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4844955728307836302?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4844955728307836302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4844955728307836302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4844955728307836302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4844955728307836302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-away-kitty.html' title='Go Away, Kitty'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/SMdVxmfHBmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D9oqGjSHcCg/s72-c/twisted+monster+-+shimmering+gems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7986438928734916814</id><published>2008-09-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:48:27.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Cranberry Juice Doesn't Expire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like S H I T. But it's funny as hell, so I can't complain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got some sort of sickness the other day. You know. The kind that makes you all stuffy and it's hard to breathe. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, whatever the heck that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like I said, I can't complain. It'll go away soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,&lt;br /&gt;that's why I haven't been updating my blog lately. Or I'm just lazy. Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been drawing a lot lately either. It's been this way for about a year now. It depresses me sometimes...since drawing is my life. Haha! I need to dig out that new art book I bought and start reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what I REALLY need to do is hit the books. I've already fallen far behind in homework. It's my own damn fault, though. I need to manage my time better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been practicing as much either. Hell, I don't even know if I'll be able to make it to drum lessons tomorrow. And that would mean no Phil! It's sad to think about...heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, every time something happens that has to deal with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;I go on a total "shut down" for at least forty-six hours. That's just an estimate, but you get my point. I've drilled them down so far into my heart that letting them go is pretty much impossible. Not a day goes by without me wondering how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that my other friend was in the hospital for a couple of days. She had some sort of surgery...we don't really talk much anymore, so I don't get updated about her life too often. I just hope that she is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone though. And by everyone, I mean EVERYONE (and everything). My friends, my teachers, people I never even knew, the hallways, the classrooms, having to carry a backpack around, sitting through dull lectures, playing tennis and then later hearing a certain someone say that I looked cute screwing off on the court. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the arguments. Because after each one, everything would be okay again. Then I had blinded myself; and I abandoned her. I ran away. I can't even describe how much I hate myself for doing so...that's why I need to make it up to them. Somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I cannot linger on this forever, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean, I have my entire life left to jack up! It's gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;Even without them by my side like they had always been, I can move on with a smile on my lips and my chin held high. Besides, they'll always be in my heart. I'll always find my way back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I guess caring about them oh-so much makes me a terrible, selfish person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nah. I care about everyone. Well, I can be terrible and selfish. I won't deny that. But, truly, I care for everyone. I'll find my way back to them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps soon I'll get my inspiration back to draw.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try out some other hobbies and broaden my horizons a little. Just need to give this artists' block some time to re-evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've literally got an ass load of ideas, but when I sit down to start drawing them...I "die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I wonder when Kev will be able to play EverQuest. I'll kick his sorry behind for always mocking me! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looove you Keeeevy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7986438928734916814?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7986438928734916814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7986438928734916814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7986438928734916814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7986438928734916814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/cranberry-juice-doesnt-expire.html' title='Cranberry Juice Doesn&apos;t Expire?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4593561504218530870</id><published>2008-09-04T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:49:38.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Ignoring Common Knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I knew this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I knew I'd get this sick, pathetic feeling. It hurts so much to think right now. How could I be so bloody stupid?&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are still unbelievably strong for two certain someones. It's honestly insane. They hate my guts and want me dead, yet I just want to be their friend; I love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes have to ask myself "What the hell even went wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Really, though. What DID go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go. That's crystal clear, bright as day. Is it because I'm weak or because I care for them at dangerous levels?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I act like they weren't there? Even though I would get into a conversation and laugh with my friends, my mind would often wander. I would think to myself:&lt;br /&gt;"How do I say hello to them?"&lt;br /&gt;"They hate me."&lt;br /&gt;"They want nothing to do with me."&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell do I do?"&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find them when the morning bell rang. I waited for them after school. I saw them. I waited. They walked right past me without a word; without a glance. I should have said something. Anything. When they disappeared I started to walk down the road, still trying to find them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still chasing after something I can not reach.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to curl up and block everything off.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I am so fucking selfish. I am a bitter bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I have all of these wonderful friends that I love to death, yet I still mourn over losing THEM. I'm so fucking selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What brought a smile to my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got to see Micheal again. He practically ran over to see me. He always manages to make me so happy. I don't know how...when things were difficult he would listen to me and he was so very understanding. I remember the time when he wouldn't let me out of his sight until I was safe in my classroom. He was worried about me...and I just left days later because of a stupid little quarrel. I already miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Holly and Karolyn and Misty and Jessica and Tristan and Katie and Nick and Steven and so on and so forth. They all brought a smile to face. They're all so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi certainly made my day, too. He let me visit and we hung out together. It was fun! I think I'm going to write/type a whole separate entry on that story when I'm not feeling so terrible. So expect a full report on that tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4593561504218530870?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4593561504218530870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4593561504218530870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4593561504218530870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4593561504218530870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/ignoring-common-knowledge.html' title='Ignoring Common Knowledge'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-1336440745989148740</id><published>2008-09-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:55:39.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>I Kissed A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No. I did not kiss anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But now I can safely! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;In other words...my braces are OFF. GONE. Hysterical laughter just consumes me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have to wear these dumb retainers, but at least they're rainbow. Rainbow is hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, yeah, first thing in the morning: DENTIST. Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;But I did get to go with Grandma everywhere. It was crazy; tiring too. She needed to run some errands, so of course I tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;The usual events occurred today basically:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Did some more sanding&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Practiced drumming&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Watered the plants&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I am so terribly dull tonight. My writing literally went KERPLUNK.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of capitalized words, though...&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality-wise:&lt;br /&gt;I think...I am leaning more towards the lesbian side. I mean, come on, girls are just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;But, then again, I'm still somewhat attracted to boys. Somewhat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was out of the blue, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I'm still just bi. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really...can't write/type at the moment...and I was all pumped up to go all out tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENTIST ADVENTURE&lt;br /&gt;.Got a cavity filled. (I DO keep my teeth brushed and cleaned!)&lt;br /&gt;.Didn't get numbed all of the way.&lt;br /&gt;.Looked like a Predator because of the 'rubber dam' they stuck in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;.Did a lot of impressions.&lt;br /&gt;.Neck was sore.&lt;br /&gt;.Legs are sore.&lt;br /&gt;.Had fun though because the people who work there are REALLY nice!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-1336440745989148740?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1336440745989148740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=1336440745989148740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1336440745989148740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/1336440745989148740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-kissed-girl.html' title='I Kissed A Girl'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-2893224618684906159</id><published>2008-09-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:59:50.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wood work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outside world'/><title type='text'>Wood Working</title><content type='html'>Shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I didn't post the events of yesterday. Guess I'll have to tell the tale now, eh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was far more eventful than the past few days before it. I got to get out of the house again, study human nature at Home Depot and Lowes, and a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I woke up. Amazing right? Then, after sitting around and playing a little bit of 2moons to wake myself up (more like trying to get the game to work properly), Dad appeared in the doorway asking me if I wanted to go to Home Depot with him to gather up some materials. He also threw in that adorable whiny voice of his, which wasn't needed because I always jump at the opportunity to explore the department stores with him. Haha! He's great fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after fixing up a pile of cardboard, we were off! And the adventure began.&lt;br /&gt;(About the cardboard: my family has been saving any and all kinds of recycable cardboard to, well, recycle. We're saving the world! Believe it or not, recycling that stuff actually makes your garbage amount decrease by a LOT. I highly suggest that everyone who reads this should start recycling cardboard and saving the Earth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stupidly crowded at Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;And the cart thing we had was a bitch to steer. It was a crack up though! After waddling around for about half an hour or so, we didn't find what we really needed other than brushes, shims, those paint roller cover things, blah, blah. So, Dad decided to just put everything back and go to Lowes.&lt;br /&gt;Lowes was a bit less crowded than Home Depot, somewhat. The cart thing we had there made a ton of racket! It was rediculous! Dad eventually just made me park it somewhere while we looked for what we needed. Still, we couldn't find the type of boards we needed. So, screw it, we're making our own! Hah! We got ourselves two huge pieces of wood (I can't recall what they were called) and hauled the heavy bastards outside. I waited for Dad to bring the truck around and we moved the boards into the truck bed. Yes, heavy bastards. But, success! We finally got what we needed! I also found a sample paint card that I might use for my room~Yay!&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we got some In'n'Out Burger and Starbucks for the women back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came even more delightful work and fun.&lt;br /&gt;We cut up the boards to the sizes we needed and I sanded the edges of the shelves (there's still a lot more to do today!). Dad made most of the calculations while my hands were getting used to gripping the sander. Compared to Dad's, my hands are puny. Darn my female anatomy! It was great fun though.&lt;br /&gt;After some of the shelves were cut and sanded, we headed to Hay's closet where I got to use the nail gun! Damn right I got to use that thing...Haha. I had been wearing a mask, goggles, and ear plugs the whole time, so when I took that stuff off, the nail gun hella made me jump when it went off. When I first used it, my ear plugs kept me from taking in the whole effect of the BAM! I couldn't help but jump at the sound of that loud thing. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our dusty selves called it quits for the night. Dinner was almost done! And it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't off the hook yet. But I can't complain, because I enjoy watering and feeding the animals. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we'll try to do some more of the shelving and sanding and cutting depending on what time Dad gets home from work. I'm thinking about going out to the shop myself to start sanding a little before I take a shower to get ready for drum lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to lead this entry to its end, I'm trying to start a routine. My sister rolled her eyes at me stating that Mom and I always do stuff like this. Well excuse me for trying to manage my time better! I have a written schedule (more like a rough draft) so that I can remind myself to try and adjust to it. If it doesn't work out comfortably, I'll tweak it here and there. I'm just sick of waking up day to day feeling unaccomplished I guess. Haha! Living the life I am now, it's so strange. There's not as much moving around or human contact. I'll take this time to do what I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be posting again later today. Or I'll just edit this entry. I don't know yet. &gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-2893224618684906159?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2893224618684906159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=2893224618684906159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2893224618684906159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2893224618684906159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/09/wood-working.html' title='Wood Working'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6148246948736218312</id><published>2008-08-31T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:53:20.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Sky Stained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up exhausted today.&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that took place last night were really weird. Let's just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now our new hallway and part of the old "dining room" is painted in an odd blue color. Like, a steely or sky blue. It looks nice in the light, but it's too dark when in shadows. Thank goodness it's just the primer. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;After watching Dad paint around a bit, I asked if he needed assistance. So, yay, I got to paint! I just did the corners where the roller he was using couldn't reach, though. It didn't take long at all, and before I knew it I was outside spraying out buckets and brushes. It was actually quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the outside world...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't today a lovely day? It's simply gorgeous if I must say so myself! It's sunny, warm, breezy~I love it. Earlier I had gone with Grandma to Hollywood Home Videos to rent a couple of movies and the one thing I pointed out to her that I disliked about this valley was its poor air quality. It's certainly number one on my hate list. I get so envious when I hear my family saying something like "back in my day you could see the mountains and foothills all the way across the valley." It must have been a spectacular view! But, despite our pollution, it still is a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in a couple of months, I'll be going to Disney Land for the very first time in my entire life. I never really wanted to go in the first place, but I know it'll be an ass load of fun! Our neighbors across the street will be going with us, too. Yay! I suppose my parents and the adults there had been planning this for some time now...Hehe. I can't wait to get away from here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;While Disney Land is on my mind, why is it that they say you have to go there at least once in your life? I never understood that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's Castle: I hate you! Just let us beat you!&lt;br /&gt;There's this cursed level in Super Mario World that we just can't beat. We get all the way to the end and almost kill the boss, but we keep dying first! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think I have much else to say at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6148246948736218312?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6148246948736218312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6148246948736218312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6148246948736218312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6148246948736218312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/sky-stained.html' title='Sky Stained'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7501853880403186068</id><published>2008-08-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:19:15.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmorpg'/><title type='text'>Two Moons Total</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I haven't been able to draw very well lately, and it's starting to get on my nerves. Despite that, though, I'm already annoyed with the events that had just recently occurred. Perhaps that is why I've stumbled upon this massive barrier of "artist's block," eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I've had the SNES versions of Mrs. PacMan and Super Mario World to take out all of my emotions on, as well as the newly downloaded MMORPG 2Moons. So much blood; I love it! It's sad that I've turned to video games to release my stress...then again, it is quite enjoyable. Dodging fire balls, avoiding Sue, and splattering blood across dungeon walls is great fun! I've successfully been able to keep my mind from wandering too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mom basically knows what's going on now. On our way home from getting food, Hay told her because I think she was tired of me being so down. When my sister said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;names so easily, I swear I wanted to dissapear. I can't even mention them without feeling awkward or hurt. Haha! Even though Mom asked, I think she already knew who wrote that letter that she found on her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't get/have to water as many plants as usual. Dad is going to attend to the lawn care so I couldn't get too much wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, the waffles that Hay made were great! That little waffle maker is literally the sex. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think of anything else to say...other than I'm doing better than the previous days. Or at least I think I am. Every now and then those words from that letter will cross my mind, but they don't hurt as much as when I read them...'cause I don't belive the majority of them. I do feel somewhat guilty for being so harsh towards it, but, seriously...it was a little unnecassary and was sent at bad timing. I don't feel any hate or anger towards who wrote it, though. They were only trying to be kind and thoughtful, it just didn't strike my fancy like they had expected, probably. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this entry:&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We might get to was bounce houses again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7501853880403186068?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7501853880403186068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7501853880403186068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7501853880403186068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7501853880403186068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-moons-total.html' title='Two Moons Total'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7302708281137013358</id><published>2008-08-29T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:38:03.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm wretched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning I had completely forgotten about that letter and the contents written inside. It was probably because I was still in a hazy, dreamy state. I didn't want to move. I didn't want wake up. But, did I really want to keep dreaming such a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;She slammed her hands down on the table, raising her voice; tears in her eyes. I only watched her cry and listened to her wavering words, my expression dull and bored. I mumbled a few words back to her, and she just sat down, diagonal from me.&lt;br /&gt;We were in this strange cafe', and it was strange how no one even bothered to turn their heads and listen to our argument.&lt;br /&gt;I just brushed it off like the bitter creature that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tuxedo festooned my body as I sat between demonic twins, my arms draped around their shoulders casually. They looked the same, yet different. One of them my mere reflection. Look at what I had become. Like her, I'll turn on you in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;Her hand was resting on my shoulder as she leaned into me.&lt;br /&gt;The other rested her hand on my leg, head supported by my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I had become her nightmare. My name alone fills her heart with hatred towards my existence. But she would squeeze my leg reassuringly, letting me know that it was all a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I only sat there with that same dull expression, looking straight ahead; a hint of emerald green flickering in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Unfamiliar fingers stroked my face; my body nearly limp and completely beaten. I did this to protect her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;But I blamed myself for being too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her brown eyes; her blond hair and those sapphire tears staining her perfect cheeks. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did this to protect you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She was the perfect girl. So thoughtful, so nurturing, so kind, so pure... &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know as I lie here bleeding that we will never be together. Yet I remind myself that I will find my way to her. I will always find my way to her. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her voice was different. There was no Spanish accent. Her hair wasn't dark. Her fingers played complicated instruments, they didn't draw. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I've seen you before. I know exactly who you are. I've seen your brown eyes and blond hair somewhere before; I cannot deny who you are to me. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was my sweet Chasity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7302708281137013358?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7302708281137013358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7302708281137013358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7302708281137013358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7302708281137013358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitter-creature.html' title='Bitter Creature'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4079590961909084865</id><published>2008-08-28T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:37:32.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><title type='text'>Little Finch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To my disappointment, I woke up later than usual today. Well, Dad woke me up to say bye to me like usual this morning; to save me from falling off of the edge of the bed. I guess I really am a clumsy, restless sleeper. Haha! But my ass wasn't out of bed until about eleven-thirty. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a nice shower, Grandma took my sister and myself to the mall. Now that was fun! You always have a blast and many good laughs when you're with that woman. Can't help but love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny 'cause Hay bought a waffle maker (at last)! Now we can make delicious belgian waffles for breakfast tomorrow morning. I can't wait! I'm so excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;My sister had been wanting one of those waffle maker things for years! And now, thanks to what we were payed while washing those bounce houses, she was able to purchase one (it was on sale, too. Whoo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself an art book I had been wanting. It's going to be fantastic to use! I also learned how much money I had left one a collection of Borders gift cards I've been saving. All I have to say to that is WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pet store we went to was awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious looking at all of the animals. They're all oh-so adorable. In fact, I'm planning on getting a lizard as soon as my room is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was simply great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;Earlier - before watering - Dad showed me some finches that were gathered on the feeder Mom hung up. They were so cute! Dad kept mentioning how beautiful they were. He was all into it! So kawaii. And they were beautiful, too! We had to be sneaky though so they wouldn't see us. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finches are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4079590961909084865?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4079590961909084865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4079590961909084865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4079590961909084865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4079590961909084865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-finch.html' title='Little Finch'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-5501476343260822659</id><published>2008-08-27T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:14:28.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrical</title><content type='html'>A lot more stuff happened today than yesterday, but I'm just too tired to type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing a couple of songs lately...but, unfortunately, I am a terrible song writer. Haha! It's amusing to throw words around and try to sing it in a decent manner. Not only am I terrible when it comes to song writing, but I am also a not-so-decent singer.&lt;br /&gt;I never had that gifted voice. Like I care, though. -smirks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is just a cheesy, half-assed entry. Blah, blee, blah.&lt;br /&gt;I totally lost my personality, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, yes. Yes you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-5501476343260822659?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5501476343260822659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=5501476343260822659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5501476343260822659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/5501476343260822659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/lyrical.html' title='Lyrical'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6387916121409132299</id><published>2008-08-26T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:07:39.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and Low</title><content type='html'>This week hasn't been as eventful as last week, but that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm slowly starting to discover a sense of "peace of mind" of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;Something inside of me is dying to find someone to hold, though. I shall not go into great detail with that though. I suppose it's too personal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my drum teacher, Phil! Well, I do have drum lessons every Tuesday. It's just so great to see him. I was so nervous about going today because, for some reason, I haven't been practicing as much as usual. Because of Phil, though, everything was better. He made me feel so happy! He's such an understanding guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to finish my poster for Etiquette, finish up a little more math, do something for Careers, and do some weird article assignment. No biggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm trying to take a moment to sit back and organize my thoughts, while at the same time playing some online arcade games on Fetchfido! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend, too. So I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to write lately...I'm trying to keep this blog updated at least everyday, but my entries have gone dull and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it up later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6387916121409132299?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6387916121409132299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6387916121409132299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6387916121409132299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6387916121409132299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-and-low.html' title='Sweet and Low'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-921198914830805299</id><published>2008-08-25T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:23:47.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Dropping By Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling troubled now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I was lost in this happy fantasy world of mine while music was blaring into my ears. And - soon after - only worry consumes my heart. I'm not going to say why though, for publicizing such information would be...unfair? It's weighing too heavily on my heart right now. Hopefully that will explain why my writing is so...off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I missed school today. Don't really want to get into it at the moment...but I assure you, it's nothing bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom took my sister and myself to her library today to help with some work. It was pretty fun and we had more than a couple good laughs. We were sorting out library rulers for every kid in the freaking school. It wasn't hard or anything, just tedious. But I enjoy being able to help out my mom. Also, a friend of mine dropped by unexpectedly. I suppose she's going to be helping out my mother with things around the library. That's sweet of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I really have anything left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do want to apologize for seeming so dull and gloomy. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-921198914830805299?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/921198914830805299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=921198914830805299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/921198914830805299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/921198914830805299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-dropping-by-tomorrow.html' title='She&apos;s Dropping By Tomorrow'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-344315405456772620</id><published>2008-08-25T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:30:03.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>No Clever Title For A Rant</title><content type='html'>I didn't post yesterday, did I? Well, I have a valid reason for that. My day was pretty much consumed by a mountain of homework. I completed my daily chore of watering the plants as well, and Dad took my sister and I out to lunch. It was really fun! My Dad has a sense of humor and a personality like no other. I couldn't ask for a better father. My homework still isn't done. I've got just a little bit left, though, so it's nothing agonizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how everyone is at the public school. I know that I must be missing out on a lot, but that's alright I suppose. School for me is going wonderful, if I must admit. It's all thanks to my teacher Mrs. G. She is simply amazing. I enjoy getting to see her every Monday. Despite my not-so-social life, I am happy out here in the sort-of-country area. The days have been increasingly warm, so I have to wait to water the plants until about six or seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the plants. I love watering them. There's so many that I'm at least out there for and hour at the least. But it gives me time to think and sort out my thoughts. Not only that, but it makes me feel accomplished too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of just ranting today, aren't I? I guess I do that often. Maybe...that's what a blog is for? I don't know. But that's what mine is for! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I can't wait to get my hair cut. It's getting a little too long for my tastes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-344315405456772620?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/344315405456772620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=344315405456772620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/344315405456772620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/344315405456772620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-clever-title-for-rant.html' title='No Clever Title For A Rant'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-4589185954440772036</id><published>2008-08-23T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:31:49.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive Like the Stars</title><content type='html'>Lately,&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting more tired a lot earlier. It was seven yesterday; six today. I guess I'm still whipped from working or something. Not only that, I stay up as late as I possibly can. I suppose you can say that it's self inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping with Mom and Grandma. We had to go and pick something out at Babies R Us for my cousin's upcoming baby shower. Afterwards, while Mom was doing a little grocery shopping, Grandma and I waddled over to the Borders book store (I love that place). I was on a mission. I had been planning for the past forty-eight hours or so to purchase a couple of books for my new pen pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I went to get the mail, the mail box was odored with the scent of permanent marker. A giant envelope that was mismatched like a stray crayon because of its shimmering uniqueness was sitting inside the mail box amongst the more 'professional' and guaranteed-to-bore-the-hell-out-of-you envelopes and junk mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even describe how happy I was. It was like my birthday suddenly came around again, or maybe it was like Christmas decided to drop by early. Or maybe both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two sweet letters from my dear friends along with a CD, a movie, drawings, and a cute little wolf charm. It was so much fun to go through! It means so very much to me, too. I love them both so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to buy them a couple of books in return...since all I sent was this feather I adored and a pack of gum. Haha! At least my letters were long, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, at thirty minutes til midnight...I am sitting here...pondering...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey. Maybe I should start my homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing sounds like a totally better idea. Like...100 times better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll drag my worn carcass around for a while longer. Something just seems to keep me from sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not so lively like the stars are tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-4589185954440772036?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4589185954440772036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=4589185954440772036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4589185954440772036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/4589185954440772036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/alive-like-stars.html' title='Alive Like the Stars'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-2963125986563985254</id><published>2008-08-22T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:21:02.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bounce house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water slide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>I Like Where We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/engrave.asp?QUOTE_ID=2298"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings to us, but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three of the bounce house washing business. Like the past couple of days, today was simply fun and quite laughable! I think my sister decided that spraying-Whitney-in-the-face-while-she-was-trying-to-talk-every-chance-she-got was a grand and hilarious idea. How can I protest to that? It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; funny! In fact, she thought spraying me whenever I walked by was a hoot. Perhaps I should consider stealing the hose from her next time, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of accidental slips-and-falls (some were accidental), we decided to slip around on purpose. Once you get the insides of those bounce houses wet and spread some soap suds around...it gets very, very slippery! But, if I must say so myself, it is tremendous fun despite how stupid we look flopping around helplessly on our asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all of that to do during the day, I've fallen behind drastically on my homework. I usually like to commit a couple of hours to get the work done faster, but this week has just been rather busy. Seeing that we're only washing bounce houses every other week, though, I'll be able to complete my homework early and practice drumming a bit longer this next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being able to help out my uncle. He is such a hard worker and deserves a fine, long vacation. And I can't help but love the guy to death! Helping him out with his small business has actually let me get to see him more and get to know him better, just as going to the charter school has allowed me to get to know my grandma a lot better, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I feel accomplished after all that work, I also feel happy and stronger. I must say, I am very thankful for the wonderful family I have been gifted with. My social life outside of the family isn't/hasn't been the greatest, but I'm continuing to hold my chin high. I'll be starting junior college a year early, so I'm sure I'll get to meet new people there! I can't but I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Now I'm just ranting nonstop, eh? I guess these dancing fingers of mine are really helping my mind filter itself onto this virtual page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-2963125986563985254?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2963125986563985254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=2963125986563985254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2963125986563985254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/2963125986563985254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-where-we-are.html' title='I Like Where We Are'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7615388397401631443</id><published>2008-08-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:15:48.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bounce house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water slide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pen pals'/><title type='text'>Pen Pals</title><content type='html'>I am so excited right now. A close friend of mine and I exchanged addresses so that we can write letters to each other! I can totally spam his mail box rather than is e-mail inbox now! I shall also be writing to his sister as well. They're both a couple of sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, another bounce house wash adventure! It was, again, a laugh a minute today. More slipping and sliding and "lesbian moments." Haha! This time we washed a combination of 1/2 bounce house; 1/2 slide. Yesterday's were just two huge water slides! And as usual, my sister sprayed the hell out of me every time I tried to talk. I got her back, though. It was hilarious! Grandma also sprayed us when she got the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, life is still busy and flourishing I guess you could say. I'm trying to stay positive and keep my chin up no matter what this existence decides to throw at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this was a somewhat short entry...but for some reason my writing muse is a bit iffy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll most likely be posting again tomorrow anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye, take care, me love you long time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7615388397401631443?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7615388397401631443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7615388397401631443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7615388397401631443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7615388397401631443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/pen-pals.html' title='Pen Pals'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-6363953375998150642</id><published>2008-08-20T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:52:06.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brothers and my sisters! the results are in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Wow. That was a bit more difficult than I expected. But freaking fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the results from the "great adventure" are in. Now we just need to wait for our uncle to drop by and check out our very first batch of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing those ginormous beasts was a bit more difficult than I had calculated. Once it gets the suds on it...let the slipping commence. Fortunately or unfortunately, there wasn't as much ass cracking as I had expected. There was once, though, when my sister was trying to go down the slide smoothly, but is was a FAIL. I was at the bottom ready to stop her from meeting her doom, which I did. The results of that little fiasco was just a bunch of laughing and my own sister between my legs. Oh, how wrong that sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was the most lesbian experience of my life," is what she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not as dirty as you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience did inspire to write a novel called "Suds in a Bucket." Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Hay and I are running around with skanky looking hair. As usual, mine tends to curl a lot worse than hers - damn you naturally curly hair. You bring the feeling of "woe is me" to the remains of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably add on to this entry after our uncle inspects the bounce house water slide...things. All in all, it was very amusing. Fun, too. Grandma pitched in and helped out all the way through. We got to have chocolate muffins afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! Nobody filmed us slipping on our asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit coming shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after trying to make an attempt to yank out about a million splinters festooning my toes and bottom of my foot...I decided to give up and get some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next bounce houses we are going to wash are going to be epic! Since Hay wasn't there while we were cleaning up the last batch and dishing out the new...she gets to clean off every single palm leaf. Muwahaha! But she doesn't know it yet. Don't tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to dispose of some tree branches since them and the bounce house were getting, shall we say, intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll give more turkey stuffing on these babies after tomorrow's adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! Ta ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-6363953375998150642?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6363953375998150642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=6363953375998150642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6363953375998150642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/6363953375998150642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-brothers-and-my-sisters-results-are.html' title='My brothers and my sisters! the results are in'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407982374845510864.post-7325379208961275145</id><published>2008-08-20T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:16:27.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slice of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bounce house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numb face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water slide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>You Love Me But You Don't Know Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do I write in these virtual diaries when I know that no one reads them?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because I am paying tribute to the writer inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is horrible. Horrible! I can only taste this sweet, pulp infested orange juice on about 1/4 of my tongue. Oh, the torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today - or this morning rather - was yet another dentist appointment! I got the crap numbed out of my face so that I could get my fillings in for a couple of cavities (oh, yes. shame, shame on me). I still didn't get these ridiculous braces off...BUT! I am pretty positive that me next visit is dooms day for 'em. Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as a reminder: Yes. Yes this shall be my new blog until I get comfortable with NuTang again. LiveJournal was getting annoying with all of its adds festooning my page. I show ill will towards such a menace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that! Today shall be especially exciting...and...if I must say so myself...fulfilling! My dear uncle owns a bounce house business, you see. My lovely sister and myself have the honor of getting to wash these blissful inventions. If you happen to wander by my grandmother's house...please keep all video cameras to yourself. Filming me slipping, sliding, and hitting my ass on the concrete is NOT for your viewing pleasure! But you are allowed to point and laugh, seeing that THAT is mostly involuntary when it comes to human nature...But, yes, the washing of the bounce house water slide things shall commence in about twenty minutes from now. This'll be sexier than a wet t-shirt contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! The feeling in my face is starting to come back! Victory is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I just wanted to rant about what was going on today since, at this moment in space and time, I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;What's better than this, you ask? Well, as soon as Haley is fluent in speaking French and I am fluent in speaking German...we can yell at eachother. If she throws in any of that Spanish nonsense...she's cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I'll just use Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7407982374845510864-7325379208961275145?l=dollescape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7325379208961275145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7407982374845510864&amp;postID=7325379208961275145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7325379208961275145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7407982374845510864/posts/default/7325379208961275145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollescape.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-love-me-but-you-dont-know-who-i-am.html' title='You Love Me But You Don&apos;t Know Who I Am'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285770168276331571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CXNVan5jFCA/StiOxi5PnsI/AAAAAAAAASM/NlxnFaiUtbA/S220/7723_1061658960881_1808162735_127890_3004514_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
