<?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-3712544</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:41:46.465-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm Owns YOUR MOM!</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is rather confusing since split personas run it. Isn't that great? A two for one deal. Yeah, well deal with it! SUCKER! j/k</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-107306630607346207</id><published>2004-01-02T07:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T08:00:00.013-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all! Once again, after an extended delay, I can update my blog! It's been...more than a month. Take a moment to "wow". hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christmas was nice. I made a family meal...and uhm..it lasted for...well the ham is almost finished off...and there's still the salad in the fridge... anyway! For christmas I got a lot of money! My mom's bf said that he'd buy a car under his name so I can drive it! Well, it's more like he agreed, since my mom is the one that came up with the idea. It's kind of hard learning how to drive if you don't have a car to drive. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lazy, so this'll be a short entry. Hmmm. New Years was full of fire and smoke, and lots of it. My and my bro and scott (my mom's bf) piled up all these firecrackers still in their packaging and lit it. Yeah, smokey the bear would've lost all his hair going on a tangent. The Native Americans would've been jealous of our bon fire. At one point, I had a bunch of sparklers in my hand and lit them all. In turn, the fire went up my arm. Yikes! But no burns. Wee! cuz even fire don't want to mess with me. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm for those of you wondering, Mari doesn't work at the same place I work at anymore. So I won't see her, which is not in the least bit concerning me at the moment as I am fickle and easily regress my feelings. Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining a whole lot. Yesterday, we went to go eat at Tony Roma's in pearlridge (the food was aweeeesooome!!! yesss! yesssss! XD) and there was sooo much rain driving on the freeway we could barely see the road markings even when the windshield wipers were on full blast. mmhmm now that's what I'm talking about. Anyway, I need my breakfast...so I'll be back. Asta lavista. o.O Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen quote for the day&lt;/strong&gt;: "Tell me what you eat, and I'll tell you what you are." - saw that on Iron Chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting fact for the day&lt;/strong&gt;: Chef Sakai is supposedly the best of all Iron Chef's but I think the retired Japanese Chef is actually better. Rokusaba? is that his name? I can't recall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in my head for the day&lt;/strong&gt;: Nothing. It's much too early for me to be singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-107306630607346207?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/107306630607346207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/107306630607346207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306630607346207' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-106921995880701688</id><published>2003-11-18T19:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:47:33.903-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man! Chem exam on monday and I need to pack in three hundred pages of studying! I am screwed!!!!!!!!! *@&amp;$)@*#()@*(#*@()#*!)!!!!! All right, ciao! Hope you all are doin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; "Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command."  -  Alan Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting fact for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; The U.S. government printed out colored twenty dollar bills that look really kuol for the sake that counterfeiting would stop...but alas, a week later, counterfeits were already in circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in my head for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Elton John "Why They Call It The Blues" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt Lyrics &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I guess that's why they call it the blues&lt;br /&gt;Time on my hands could be time spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing like children&lt;br /&gt;Living like lovers&lt;br /&gt;Rolling like thunder&lt;br /&gt;Under the covers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-106921995880701688?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106921995880701688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106921995880701688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921995880701688' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-106912936112948824</id><published>2003-11-17T18:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:23:14.543-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/psionickender/1068614453_uresnaruto.jpg" border="0" alt="Naruto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Uzumaki Naruto! You are the main character&lt;br&gt;of the series. Even though you are rather&lt;br&gt;hyperactive and somewhat dense and impulsive,&lt;br&gt;you have a heart of gold and a perserverance&lt;br&gt;like iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/psionickender/quizzes/Which%20Genin%20from%20the%20Hidden%20Leaf%20Village%20Are%20you%3F%20(Naruto)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Genin from the Hidden Leaf Village Are you? (Naruto)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO! I am like Naruto! huah hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-106912936112948824?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106912936112948824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106912936112948824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912936112948824' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-106772277182469194</id><published>2003-11-01T00:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T12:39:57.640-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt; Bet you didn't expect to see me, now did you? Gragh! Well, after reading Dylan's recent update to his blog, I felt bad for neglecting my blog so here I am to make sure this page does not take up valuable space for no reason. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, Blog, live!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was H A L L O W E E N! I dressed up as a Slytherin! Buahaha! And I gel colored my hair with Shift Iridescence (has a light blue metallic tinge to it) and underneath that was green. It looked...interesting. I had to dress up for work too...isn't that cool? I get paid to dress up. Yeah man.  All the little kids at work were like "are you harry potter?" Grrr. Die Potter. &gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go with the gang to Waikiki because 1) i took my bro and sis out and 2) my mom no like-y me go waikiki at night. So I took my siblings to Mari's church and there were fun games and FREE FOOD! FREEEE FOOOD! *foams at the mouth* hahaa. And the games were free too! And even if you didn't win you got CANDY! ha cha cha! All my candy supply is slowly being diminished by my bro and sis. I've got...a bit left for me. And a supply of Slim Jim's in my closet. What what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you all wanted to know about Mari, like I know none of you do, she is cool. Hmmm I was actually thinking of her as a prospective future date buuuuut now I'm having second thoughts. Yeah. It's been kind of weird being around her now so I'll usually look the other way. The way as in which I don't have to look at her. Whaaa?? Ssshh Tash! Don't give me that! I just don't want to do anything hasty... and plus...I barely know her. So from now on we're just friends. No prospective nothing. Noooootthiiiing. hiss hiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird though. Cuz when I wasn't interested in her, I'd ... flirt more? is it flirting? do you consider it flirting when you stand by them and talk story or make jokes at each other? Yeah, but I'd do that more than when I actually started liking her. Weird yeah? I'd get quiet and be weird. And I didn't like me when I was that way, hence the decision of prospective nothingnessss. hiss hiss. You get my drift though right? Yeah, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well I'm going to go edit the side bar thing. Ciao all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; "The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do." - Walter Bagehot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting fact for the day: &lt;/strong&gt;Scientists say that all warm blooded creatures dream. Not so sure about them cold blooded critters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in my head for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Boyzone "I love the way you love me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And how you enjoy your two-hour bath&lt;br /&gt;And how you’ve convinced me to dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With everyone watching like we were insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time was 12:39 p.m. What were YOU doin'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-106772277182469194?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106772277182469194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106772277182469194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772277182469194' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-106240169939896222</id><published>2003-08-31T21:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T21:34:59.310-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been such a slop with updating blog! Forgive me blog! Well there isn't much to report back to you all. I'm surprised if you even read this! College is okei. UH is not the greatest college as we all know, but it's okei. High school was a lot better though. Commencement excersizes can kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are boring except for Vietnamese because it's a small class and the teacher makes us talk in vietnamese by ourselves, so you really have to pay attention to hear how you say stuff but I'm glad I'm finally understanding the foundations of vietnamese as a language. I can even read the vietnamese menus in vietnamese now! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the Medallion with Jackie Chan. It was a good movie. So funny! hahaha. I liked it very much. Then after, I kicked my brother's boutay in King of the Fighters 2002 with....Iori!! huah! hahahaa. Okei I'm done! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stolent quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; "In mathematics you don't understand things. You just get used to them." -&lt;br /&gt;Johann von Neumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting fact for the day: &lt;/strong&gt;The Mercedes in Mercedes-Benz is named after the daughter of the partner of Benz. The partner's name escapes me, but he did love his daughter a lot. ^_^ And what a nice name too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in my head for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Dashboard Confessional "Hands Down"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-106240169939896222?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106240169939896222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/106240169939896222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106240169939896222' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-105999431558985478</id><published>2003-08-04T00:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T00:51:55.433-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been faithfully checking up on all of you. Nothing much happening here. Just the same, my best wishes to all of you for another upcoming school/college year. Remember, keep your chin up and smile, cuz you never know who's looken at you...or out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stolent quote for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; "Why not seize the pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!" ~ Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting fact for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Rubbing Neutrogena face wash in your eye is like scratching up your contact lenses...except...you won't be able to see very well and you'll have to wait until your eye heals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in my head for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; Neil Sedaka "Breaking up is hard to do"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-105999431558985478?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/105999431558985478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/105999431558985478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105999431558985478' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95970339</id><published>2003-06-23T18:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T18:49:48.556-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hey all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't been up to much. Went to iris and michelle's grad parties. Waited around, our thing was at 6:30 but we didn't get to go in till 7 cuz it's just that crowded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was really hungry...we ate a lot. I mean A LOT. We went through garlic bread with cheese, garlic mashed potatoes [woo and no breath mints either lol but iris gave us chocolate mints ya iris!], macaroni something, veal I believe (tho they thought it was chicken but lemme tell ya, I've had microwave veal dinners and that is veal), ravioli, pasghetti and these HUGE meatballs omg soooooooo gooood, pepperoni pizza, ceaser salad with anchovies....I ate the anchovie...oh dear god i wish I hadn't. I didn't spit it out cuz iris was sitting next to me haha. Iris took off the anchovies and she stuck it on my napkin and then I forgot it was there and put my elbow on it LOL yeah that's why you shouldn't put your elbow on the table people. Uh there was also...damn I forgot but it was a lot. So we were talking and eating, teh and amanda were going on about HP,  Missy and I started lauhing when jason came LMAO remember iris' prom date???? LMAO OMG HAHAHA I had to try really hard not to start cracking up cuz I swear to something he looks like a bird on drugs. I wont say what I was telling missy cuz some people might kill me. LMAO AAHHHH LMAO XD XD XD XD Okei woo breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after we ate the others caught a movie, however my mom called lol "what time are you coming home " My thoughts: uh oh lol "I have to go to work" "okei i'll catch a cab home" haha so yeah no movie for me dammit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stolen quote for the day:&lt;/B&gt; "I went to a restaurant that serves 'breakfast at any time'. So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance." - Steven Wright &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Interesting fact for the day:&lt;/B&gt; J.K. Rowling is richer than the Queen of England and worth 500 million dollars. She is also very funny. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/B&gt; "Sincerely Me" - new found glory [is coming on aug. 14 to pipeline cafe!! WOO!!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;The time was 6:46 p.m. What were YOU doin'? Yeah, well tell it to the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95970339?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95970339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95970339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95970339' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95877819</id><published>2003-06-20T13:10:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T13:10:33.193-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, how long has it been since I decided to blog? Not very long! Woo! So you can't get...angry at me or anything. Buahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't been up to much. My brother bought a new PS1 memory card so we can save PS1 games when we play it on our PS2. haha  Did that make sense? Well, lemme explain then. You can play PS1 games on a PS2 because a PS2 is basically a PS1 but more powerful...except you can't save PS1 games on a PS2 memory card. How whacked is that? Yeah, so now I can finally play my Konamix and be able to save but I CAN'T FIND IT!! AAAAHHH!!!! Just me luck I tells ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lets see...haven't done much in the past two days. My cousin is walking back and forth behind me listening to her WALKMAN. Yeah, she still has it haha those things are like ancient haha I remember I use to sit next to the radio waiting for good songs to come on so I could record them. hahaa and I remember I called in to request the Spice Girls "wanna be" LMAO shuddap! HEY ADMIT IT, THAT SONG IS STILL KICKIN'. "IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOOOVER, YOU GOT TO BE MY FRIEND!" LMAOOOOO omg I can't believe I remember the song hahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I don't have much left to say except I finally drank coke again lol I haven't drunk-en coke in a looong time, then my sister came home with a can and I was like Hey, is that for me? And she says "yeah, but I drank some" hahaa so cute. I know the coke wasn't for me lol but she gave it to me anyway. awww. usually she's mean to me haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My own thought for the day:&lt;/b&gt; I think God made some people overweight because if they weren't, they'd be sex magnets. Seriously! When they lose the excess weight it's like HOLY CRAP so and so IS A HOTTY! Yeah yeah, maybe God didn't do it, maybe someone else did, but still, when they lose weight, they look sexy. lol. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Interesting fact for the day: &lt;/b&gt; Children at a kindergarten in Nelson, New Zealand are now required to carry a pretend weapon permit if they want to play pretend cops and robbers. [lmao poor kids "mommy what's a permit?"] &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; Song stuck in my head for the day: &lt;/b&gt; "Boy Crazy" - New Found Glory [IS COMING TO HAWAII! AUGUST 15TH WOOOO!!!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;The time was 1:07 p.m. What were YOU doing?! Yeah, well tell it to the judge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95877819?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95877819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95877819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95877819' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95785117</id><published>2003-06-17T23:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T23:33:26.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello again - hope you all didnt miss me too much hahaa coughyeahrightcough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't done much in awhile...I finally found a calculator though since mine got stolen. so now! I can call back hot topic for that interview hahaa. Yeah, shuddap. Anyway, today was particularly humid and rather dull so I played pool and literati haha. yeah I'm a dork. That's most of it. Tomorrow...is wednesday...and I do believe I have nothing planned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything else worth mentioning? no not really! I watched the Osbournes tho, hahaa that's so interesting. Interesting family. yes, indeed and they have sooo many dogs, and the dogs are so cute! Wee, god I have to find my video game or buy a new book. Need something to keep occupied with...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen quote for the day: &lt;/b&gt; "Woman's virtue is a man's greatest invention." - Cornelia Otis Skinner (hahaha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting fact for the day: &lt;/b&gt;Adam Burtle, a 20 yr old at UW sold his soul on Ebay for $400 to a woman in Des Moines, Iowa. (And we know there's nothing to do in Iowa but.....)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song stuck in my head for the day:&lt;/b&gt; "THE SOUND" BY FURTHER SEEMS FOREVER (omg song kicks sooooo much ass!! so much! like big mama much ass!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;The time was 11:29 p.m. What were YOU doing?! Yeah, well tell it to the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95785117?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95785117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95785117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95785117' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95739254</id><published>2003-06-16T17:06:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T18:46:21.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found this news article somewhere on some random site that I forgot to mark when I exited it. Anyway, it's soooo hilarious haha cuz it's about britney spears....or spear britney - last name first, minus the s =D haha. notice where i put the larger font and then the bold ... hmm or maybe I'll comment here and there. okei READ ON!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt;&lt;font family=Verdana&gt;LATEST BRITNEY SPEARS NEWS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRITNEY'S BREASTS THROB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Britney Spears is to get a pair of pump-up breasts that will throb in time with her breathing. (wow...so coordinated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of &lt;b&gt;lucky experts&lt;/b&gt; are fixing the attachments to the singer to make her pole-dancing poses more raunchy. (raunchy, hahahahaa that reminds me of Austin Power's "randy, bebi!" Lmao DO I MAKE YOU HORNY BEBI?? DO I??? DO I MAKE YOU RrRrRandy??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they won't be getting their hands on the real thing. (aww...bet those lucky experts are dissapointed.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pump-up breasts are being fixed to the star's waxwork model at Madame Tussauds in London. (HA! It's a model!!! Damn! I was thinking "didn't britney already have breast implants? and she wants pumps too?? Ooh, but this article was leading us ALL on!! or just me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosses want to make the £52,000 model &lt;font size=5&gt;more realistic.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;b&gt;So they are hoisting it up and around a dancing pole.&lt;/b&gt; (LMFAO!!! HAHAHAA. Did anyone get that? they want to make it more realistic by putting her around a pole LMAO so in other words she's realistically a whore! slut! and all that negative stuff. But I like some of her songs. Oh you just be quiet.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her breasts will then hang provocatively out of a skimpy top, inflating rhythmically to make it look like the singer is breathing heavily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the first time we are installing balloons in her chest so her boobs heave in and out," a spokesman told The Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney will be the centrepeice of the museum's new £2m interactive room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will also feature a blushing J-Lo and a Brad Pitt with a squeezable bum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt; Stolen quote for the day:&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrow: I haven't got a brain... only straw. &lt;br&gt; Dorothy: How can you talk if you haven't got a brain? &lt;br&gt;Scarecrow: I don't know... But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking... don't they? &lt;br&gt;Dorothy: Yes, I guess you're right.&lt;br /&gt; - Wizard of Oz &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting fact for the day:&lt;/b&gt; The rumor that Catherine the Great [empress of Russia for people who lack historical info...] was crushed to death by a horse while it was being lowered on her for ,uh, sexual purposes is false. She died of a stroke. History class would've been a lot more...entertaining...if she had died the first way, but of course, it had to be the stroke.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song stuck in my head for today: &lt;/b&gt; "Just communication" - Two Mix&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt; The time was 5:04 p.m. What were YOU doing?! Yeah, well tell it to the judge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95739254?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95739254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95739254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95739254' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95671667</id><published>2003-06-14T13:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T13:24:42.706-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I found this cute dad-o-gram thing on Times for Kids that AOL was featuring in their daily news. Hahaa, you fill in a bunch of blanks and then it puts it into this letter - very much like mad libs. Well, my dad isn't here so I figured I'd post it up here cuz it is funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Father's Day Message to Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish you a happy Father's Day because you're the most funny dad in all of home! When I grow up I want to be just like you because you're as strong as tom cruise and as smart as a puppy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget all those times you patiently taught me the art of sailing in the backyard. And it meant so much to me when you let me keep our pet white tiger, even after it stole your home-made cake. Also, not many other dads would've laughed if their kid nearly set the bathroom on fire trying to make homemade squishy eggplants loaf.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of your special day, I saved up all the money I earned from going on the internet to buy you a laughing tie and an electric book. Finally, I hope you haven't made any lunch plans today because there's a freshly baked squishy eggplants loaf in the kitchen that I made just for you. Enjoy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cute yeah? hahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;The time was 1:23 p.m. What were YOU doing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95671667?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95671667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95671667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95671667' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95669362</id><published>2003-06-14T11:10:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T16:22:37.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Roar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel ...achoo...wait...achoo...okei....I feel tired, but that's cuz I just woke up. Well, I took this quiz at &lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;Color Quiz&lt;/a&gt; It's pretty good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;The Results&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Existing Situation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginative and sensitive; seeking an outlet for these qualities--especially in the company of someone equally sensitive. Interest and enthusiasm are readily aroused by the unusual or the adventurous. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Stress Sources&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes to be independent, unhampered, and free from any limitation or restriction, other than those which is imposed by choice of decision or choice.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remains emotionally unattached even when involved in a close relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The situation prevents self-establishment, but feels must make the best of things as they are. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels trapped in a distressing or uncomfortable situation and seeking some way of gaining relief. Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity providing no turmoil or emotional agitation is involved. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Desired Objective&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to participate and wishes to avoid all forms of stimulation. Has had to put up with too much of a tiring or exhausting nature and now desires protection and noninvolvement &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Actual Problem &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears independence will be threatened or severely restricted unless self-protection is built from outside influence. Does not want to be bothered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find this....well... O.O god damn, all of it is right on the dot or very close to the mark. All I did was pick a bunch of colors too!! unbelievable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stolen quote for the day:&lt;/B&gt; "And I want a gold covered toilet, but you don't see me complaining." - Austin Powers (I love that part hahaa. Austin Powers owns! Mike Myers rocks!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Interesting fact for the day:&lt;/B&gt; Wisconsin law requires any elephant that is walking outdoors to be held on a leash. (now isn't that silly?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/B&gt; Incubus - "Pardon me" [acoustic version] (This is the only guitar song that I memorized the intro too hahaa cuz intros are the hardest to play)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;The time was 11:39 a.m. What were YOU doing? Yeah, well tell it to the judge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95669362?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95669362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95669362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95669362' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95656692</id><published>2003-06-13T22:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T22:57:22.856-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll have to forgive me, but I feel lousy today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; On the good side, I found my Castle of Cagliostro video tape! Yeah, video tape, not DVD and it's in subtitles!! which means I have to wear my glasses to read it! so not really relaxing.... Hahaa and I was all Woo hoo!! I can relax and watch!! BUT my cousin's daughter [aged 2.5 years] is over and that little girl demands a lot of attention. So, I was watching my movie on my bed and Ahja is on my bed too. Then she just starts singing and it's cute but a little strange. Hmm yes, strange indeed. My brother and sister were in my room too, so I didn't get to nestle in blankets and pillows. Wee, what fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie rocked tho. woot woot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jessi played a mean trick on me. That wasn't very nice of her. =( She always does that. =( except this time I didn't catch her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about it for now, so I'll catch you all later. Ciao for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen quote for the day:&lt;/b&gt; "Wear the old coat, buy the new book" - Austin Phelps&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting fact for the day:&lt;/b&gt; All Mythical Dragons are portrayed in art with eagles' claws. Why is that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/b&gt; Daniel Bedingfield - "If you're not the one..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt; The time was 10:56 p.m. What were YOU doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95656692?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95656692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95656692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95656692' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95622114</id><published>2003-06-12T22:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T16:26:01.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Allllooooooooooooooooha everyone =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well today was a pretty bland day, I must say. I went to go pick up  my sis from summer school - long story. She didn't get to eat snack because my mom didn't give her [she didn't ask too &gt;_&gt;;] so I took her out to eat lunch at zippy's and it cost me 20 bucks!!! eeeeyaaaaaa!!!! The hamburger steak was crap too. I think they cooked it using a pan that was used to cook eggs so my steak tasted like fried eggs. The gravy was oily and tasteless. The Orange Bang was the exact opposite of its name. Oh and THEIR CHILLI SUCKS TOO. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister is learning how to play the guitar, because I play the guitar and I am going to model her after me. Hahaa, yeah yeah sshhhh. She likes it which is good, so she brought home her guitar today [but I carried it] and when I took it out to play some Pardon Me by Incubus....THE G STRING WAS MISSING!!! Lmao!! THAT SOUNDED WRONG. OKEI, CHANGE THAT. THE THIRD STRING WAS MISSING!! I was like "....what kind of teacher gives their student a guitar with a missing string?" And the strings were brand new too, no rust or tinge on it or anything so...how the hell could you change strings...and miss the third string?? hello??? Hmm, this will have to be one of many things that are pointless wonderings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I didn't get to talk to Jessi much today and tomorrow she is visiting her grandma's so bah to that!! Bah, I say! I guess grannie needs some lovin' too but a platonic kind. That's about it for now kiddos, but hey Trigun kicks ass, go watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen quote for today:&lt;/b&gt;  "Be who you are and say what you want, because those who mind don't matter and&lt;br /&gt;those who matter don't mind." — Dr. Seuss (So the great doctor is actually a doctor of note-worthy-ness. Beat that green eggs and ham)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting fact:&lt;/b&gt; About 30%-40% of the U.S. population can not spell diarahe -- diarreha -- diarrhea today tho a guaranteed 100% have done it at some point. (Lovely, yeah?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/b&gt; Riddlin' Kids - "I feel fine." (1,2,3,4 looks like I'm alone again AND I FEEL FINE [dundun dundun] DOESN'T REALLY MATTER NOW CUZ I'M ALL RIGHT)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;The time was 10:18 p.m. What were YOU doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95622114?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95622114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95622114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95622114' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95542763</id><published>2003-06-10T23:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T00:36:24.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Allo monsieurs and mademoiselles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I must say that I am disgusted with my acquiantances, because for the most part, they drink too damn much. Why the hell do people drink? I know life gets hard and what not, but drinking to escape life?? How cowardly. And drinking to be kuol? Even worse. Why can't people just be happy with themselves? *shrugs* Maybe it's easier for me because I'm content with who I am and you can't tell me that I can't knock it until I've tried it because I have tasted alcohol before. Twice, actually. Both times it sucked, and I scared the shit out of my mom the other time. She started making me eat all these peanuts and I was like "Mom, I'm fine. I didn't drink a lot." Whoa, before you go thinking I'm a bad person, let me just do a quick recap of that memory...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my dad took us all to Kahala Mandarin and we were laying down by the pool when my mom asked me to order a pina colada virgin. Of course, I've never ordered drinks before, so I was thinking "what the hell is a virgin pina colada?" I ordered just a pina colada and told the lady it was for my mom [who walked off to the beach with my sis], she must've believed that (1) I was of age or (2) that it was really for my mom, because she got me it. Then I figured mmm pina colada, and I tried it. Yeah, it tasted weird, but under all that weirdness was coconuttyness and pineapples. mmm. Then my mom came back and she drank some and she was like WTH?!?! YOU DRANK THIS?!?! and I was like "yeah...? I didn't pour it in the pool." And then she gave me two cups of peanuts and other mixed things and made me eat it and asking me how I feel. Good thing I was laying down or else I would've fallen into the pool with all my clothes on or something. So the twisted and perhaps ambiguous moral of the story is: DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this dude I know, Daniel, imed me and he was telling me about the block party at some other dude's house whose name escapes me in my moment of rage, because Daniel decided to drink four bottles of beer and drive. I was so pissed off at him. Wth? It's okei if you kill yourself, by all means kill yourself dammit but don't risk killing some one else just cuz you decided to get buzzed. And he was being self-righteous about it and I wanted to ARgh kick his lily asian ass man. Argh!! how can you say "I know it's wrong" and then defend the wrong answer?!?!?! STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugen Accord: every generation will drink at least once in their life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugen Accord: every1 has....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugen Accord: and alwaysw will&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker: yeah but four bottles????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker: and then driving?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker: we're not talking about the fucking generation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker: we're talking about your fucked up behavior&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! How can people be so stupid?!?!?! Why dammit why??? This makes me disappointed in people I thought I knew. Drink, fine, whatever, but don't drive. GOT IT? You damn better. [oh yeah, I usually dont swear but it adds anger and other feelings of wanting to beat someone up when you're online...really, I don't swear a lot...but some guys need swearing at.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm. I think I'll go read a book to calm me down. I'm halfway through "Obsidian Butterfly"!! woo hoo!! Laurell K. Hamilton rocks my socks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt; &lt;B&gt;"Pictures Of Shorelines"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you insist on pictures of shorelines&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I insist on pages of your lines meant for me,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be sent to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember watching the storms from the lifeguard stand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember feeling the tingling in my fingertips&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I touched your lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I recall how you sat on the same side of me,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always seemed that you'd always be on my side.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best side.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's early June, so the sand's still dry,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you have got the boldest eyes,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help but think it's right,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that inside you it's me I'll find.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's early June, so the sand's still dry,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the storm off shore is not far behind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you don't say a thing for a long while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ships off shore hold stories that we'd make.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we are held at bay by these miles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But less of you is more than I can take.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moments that we've shared could last a lifetime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the faith I have in us will keep you near.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And several of these miles placed in between us&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean several of these words being sent by mail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this letter finds you well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Stolen quote for today:&lt;/font&gt; "The Greeks believed that once there were no male or female, that all souls were one. Then the souls were torn apart, male and female. The Greeks thought that when you found the other half of your soul, your soul mate, that it would be your perfect lover. But I think if you found your other half, you would be too much alike to be lovers - but you would still be soul mates." - Laurell K Hamilton's Edward from the Anita Blake vampire novel "Obsidian Butterfly"&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;Interesting fact:&lt;/font&gt; Depending on what plant the bees use to create honey, the honey will have a taste similar to that plant. Ex: sage honey is from sage plants so the honey has a hint of sage. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/font&gt;Further Seems Forever- "Pictures of Shorelines" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1px" cellpadding="2px" width="40%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005AKIL.01._PE8_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width=143 height=143 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;All Ears to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Moon is Down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;By &lt;b&gt;Further Seems Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The time was 11:37 p.m. but who knows what it is now. If it's past 12 a.m. you must find me very entertaining or you're extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95542763?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95542763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95542763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95542763' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95498312</id><published>2003-06-09T22:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T23:25:24.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Allo amigas and amigos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is gonna be a short one cuz I am tired. Well, not tired but I feel tired. I took out like....2...4..5....6...8 bags of trash. The nice big black ones too THAT DON'T STAY WHOLE! Ahhh! Two of the bags broke on me!! Then I stepped on something squishy and I was like "awww &amp;@$^$ NOT MY NEW VANS !#()@*$)@ STUPID NO GOOD (*@)(#*@()$ TRASH WHY I OUTTA @(*$@(#*@ BURN YOU TO A BLOODY #(*%&amp; THEN SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT AFTER I (@*$(&amp;@$@ YOUR @$$ YOU PIECE OF (*$&amp;%@*"&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;jk jk!!!&lt;/b&gt; I just thought "aw *$@$, should've been more careful." Honestly. No sarcasm there. I'll save the sarcasm for YOUR MOM. Hahaa....that was a lame pun...yeah...this blog is called "sarcasm owns YOUR MOM" btw...in case you were wondering how it was sarcastic. Yeah...I'm a dork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I carried the trash today. I carried furniture today. My mom is in the slow process of moving the stuff from room 1 to room 2 and I will then move from room 3 and occupy room 1 which requires me moving my stuff from room 3 to room 1 while my mom moves stuff to room 2 and it's just an endless cycle!!! Aahhh!! okei and cut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Stolen quote for today:&lt;/font&gt; "By making friends with my enemies, am I not destroying them?" - Abraham Lincoln &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;Interesting fact:&lt;/font&gt; Iceland is green and Greenland is ice because the explorer who discovered those lands wanted to keep the green for himself, so he fooled people into going to Greenland but really it was...ice land. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/font&gt;Simple Plan - "Addicted" I'M ADDICTED TO YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1px" cellpadding="2px" width="40%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00004YACO.01._PE21_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width=143 height=141 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;All Ears to:&lt;br&gt;"(Breach)"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;By The WallFlowers&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The time was 11:18 p.m. but who knows what it is now. If it's past 12 a.m. you must find me very entertaining or you're extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95498312?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95498312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95498312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95498312' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95435251</id><published>2003-06-08T10:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T13:30:31.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday....I went to Celeste's graduation party! It was alright....why alright you ask? First off, there were only....8 people?? that were actually around the ages of 14-18!! And the rest like 80 other people were OLD PEOPLE. Seriously?!?!?! I was like...wth....where is everyone?!?!? Most of "everyone" was at Amanda Fujita's party. So the majority, and hell, do I mean MAJORITY, of the people there were old. Seriously. There was MRS. WHITE [our prinicipal], MRS. O' KELLY and her husband [our english teacher], Aunty Shirley, Johnelle Souza's Dad, mom AND older sister [Johnelle was at Amanda's party - go figure? that's what I heard], celeste's relatives from all over and jeesus 1/10 of us??? were young?? and we all sat in the way back..becuz we had to. Yeah...somehow this didnt feel like Celeste's grad party...more like a family reunion or something. Well the food was okei. I would say crap but I loved the fruit bowls and the dessert was good too. =) They did weird stuff to the lomi lomi salmon! It tasted like they soaked the salmon in alcohol first before doing all the dicing...and I got a huge plop of that too! Uhm..there was kalua pig [but our school's is better], there was carved beef [that had no taste but it was juicy], there was grilled ahi [that was GOOD!] well yeah a lot of food basically, but none really tasted awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left the party at 9 p.m. cuz it was getting extremely boring. Kelsey and Kaoo were busy talking to Dominic and I was feeling like a fourth wheel. Now usually fourth wheels are good cuz you need four wheels to drive but what ever it was they were talking about, I had absolutely no interest in, so I called a taxi and left around 9 pm to the Blaisedell because Jennell was having her graduation!!! At first, I doubted whether or not I should go because she has a lot of friends from punahou and it'd be weird to be all by myself...but I remembered I told her I would over and over and I even bought her a different colored roses [cost me ten bucks!] so I figured well, it can't be that bad to be surrounded by tons of people I dont know....at least I kept my word. Yeah, I was getting really doubtful but I pushed my way all the way to the railings where the graduates would be walking out....and I saw her!!! And she started crying!! And then I felt better for being there!! becuz she seemed so happy to see me!! Yay, it was really worth it!! About an hour of waiting and that one minute where she saw me and smiled! and hugged me and was all Omg you're here! That made the waiting and the spending money worth it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I gave her the flowers and then they went inside the exhibition hall [they came walking from the arena to the exhibition halls which is why they had railings..so they had a clear path of travel]. and in the e.h they sorted themselves by last name first letter and guess wha? I SAW LEAH CHOI TOO!!!!! MAN! I haven't seen her since she left in ...freshman year?? to go to punahou. I wish I remembered she went there or i would've gotten her something too! aww damn! So then I found Jennell and she started crying more and we hugged, then her mom and dad came and took a picture of jennell and then her bf came. He only gave her a hug, tho and left. He was pissed off later, as I found out online, cuz his away message was all bitchy "Graduations are stupid..they're even more stupid if you have to go to one that's not yours. Just get that shit in the mail or something." I wanted to punch him.  Man, how selfish can some people get?? just cuz she didn't fawn all over him or whatever at graduation he has to go and do something so incredibly stupid as to attempt to ruin her moment, her graduation if she came online. That is just low. Extremely low.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1031621354_CMyDocumentsMyPicturesflight8.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have the Power of Flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Legowen/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Magic%20Power%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Magic Power?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Stolen quote for today:&lt;/font&gt; "We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing! ~ George Shaw" &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;Interesting fact:&lt;/font&gt; The six stars on the logo of a Subaru car represents the six car companies in Japan that merged due to potential bankruptcies if they had remained seperate car companies. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/font&gt; Saliva - "Always"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1px" cellpadding="2px" width="40%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00004YC1G.01.THUMBZZZ.jpg" width=50 height=49 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;All Ears to:&lt;br&gt;"Good Charlotte"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;By Good Charlotte&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The time was 10:27 a.m. but who knows what it is now. If it's past 12 a.m. you must find me very entertaining or you're extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95435251?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95435251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95435251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95435251' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95400269</id><published>2003-06-06T20:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:43:17.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to Ala Moana today, so I could drop off my applications. My mom dropped me off there cuz she was on her way to downtown, for what reasons remain unknown to me. So I went and I dragged my sis with me hahaa and I have an application with the Disney store hahaa so maybe my sister made me look good? she didn't hit me or act indecent...woo! Yes, I can handle little children and that is why you should hire me. Hahaa. The lady asked me why i wanted to work there and I was thinking "obviously I need money" but instead I said "I like disney movies...and it seemed like a good place." Yeah, I'm smooth. You shush you! She caught me off guard. Uhm Hot Topic makes you call this hotline so that they can phone interview you and then you have to call them back. Noah, the guy who was telling me all this, was really nice [especially since i had a face of stone and was going "...uh huh..." AND he wore a super kuol Dance Hall Crashers shirt. Man, they own! DANCE HALL CRASHERS OWN! I'm hyper sort of...sorry..I'm still stoked off buying a new book I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I don't guess! I am so stoked!!! I finally got the next book in the Anita Blake Vampire Series after Blue Moon [which is the 8th book, so I'm on the 9th book in the series!!] and it is called *drum roll* dadadadadadadadadad....OBSIDIAN BUTTERFLY!! Is that not a schnazzy title for a book? It cost 8 bucks and something cents but aahhh, I'm so happy! I'm happy and broke!! Oh, what a life I lead. hahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, I played some DDR. Woo. Feel the burn. The soles of my feet were sore from yesterday tho...I don't know why. I think the arch my feet have don't match the flatness of my shoes...cuz van shoes aren't exactly made for athletic purposes...guess that means I'll be getting new shoes *adds that to b day list*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Aw, man, i just realized how much in debt I am! I owe tash 35 bucks for the Slytherin tie I asked her to buy for me off of E Bay. it is really nice. I have to buy Jennell a lei for her graduation *coughcheapleicoughthoughtthatcountscough* and then I have a fricken pot luck on the 16th [what day is that? beats me....] and then I have Iris and Michelle's grad presents that equals to 50 dollars and their party is on June 21...argh! This is why rich people go mad! because they have all this money and they have to pay for so many things! I feel sorry for my mom....ahhh...she works all day...when I get a car, I'm going to do errands for her. Woo! I can be useful! Being useful gives me the nicest feeling. Like...buttah toast. hahaa. Butter toast, butter toast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of which hahaaaa I asked my mom if we could drive in the Ocean Sports parking lot [cuz we own it....so yeah?] and she started laauuughing hahaa i hope it made her day but she said NOoOoOo! She's paid for A+ clarks and NOW she wants me to go to a personal instructor because she thinks that A+ isn't doing a good job but I luuuuvvvv A+ cuz Mr. Chong is really nice! And I learn too! And PUNCH BUGGY! hahaa. okei, I've typed a lot...I think all my ampyness has drained from my fingertips to the computer...so I bid you all adieu. Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Stolen quote for today:&lt;/font&gt; "Since no one can ever know for certain whether or not his own view of life is the correct one, it is absolutely impossible for him to know if someone else's is the wrong one." - GORE VIDAL&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;Did you know:&lt;/font&gt; Cigerattes not only destroy your lungs, they destroy your penis. If you have one that is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/font&gt; Something Corporate - Hurricane [it has two of the best instruments...guitar and piano. Make that into punk rock and BAM. A kick ass song]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1px" cellpadding="2px" width="40%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0515134503.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" width=150 height=240 border=0 alt="The cover was so kuol, I had to make the image larger for all of you to see. Art and Literature at its best."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;All Eyes On:&lt;br&gt;Obsidian Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;By Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The time was 8:30 p.m. but who knows what it is now. If it's past 12 a.m. you must find me very entertaining or you're extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95400269?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95400269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95400269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95400269' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95361836</id><published>2003-06-05T21:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:28:53.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ah, well I figured it wouldn't hurt to take another stab at this entry thing since I have neglected this blog for awhile and I don't want to pick that habit up again. Wooo parteh ova hea! XD I might be side tracked on this one, cuz I'm playing yahoo pool too. Pool owns you! hahaa. Yeah. whatever. I'm a dork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well having my aunty's friends over isn't too bad since they went out all night. I don't mind them being here because I get to annoy my aunty even more? she doesn't like it when little people are in her presence and she's talking away in vietnamese to her friends. Hahaa. Course, I just keep sitting at the computer...HEY! It's not my fault they kicked me out of my own room! I had to sleep on the couch last night like a hobo! I woke up to see my head was three inches from being cracked on a marble floor. Yep, that was a g morning wake up call. But I suggest you all stick to your alarm clocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what did I do today? Lets do a quick recap shall we? So you can see how vigorous my day is [coughsarcasmcough]. Breakfast. I believe I ate..a corn dog. Hahaa, I typoed that as god. Hahaa, I'm sorry indians! I undid the corn god as corn dog! All hail the corn god! aahh, I'm sorry catholics! There is only one God, with the big G, yo diggity. Ah screw it. You can never satisfy any mass of people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gifzilla/1048560638_csOldSpice.jpg" border="0" alt="Old Spice"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Old Spice - OMG POPULAR DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gifzilla/quizzes/Which%20deoderant%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which deoderant are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a grad party to go to on Saturday. Now the problem is that I don't know what to get this person, celeste to be specific, because well, basically all we did was sing old theme songs [full house, fresh prince of bel air, gilligan's island, etc =D ] in java, html and calculus. aahhh! So I've already made a burned cd with all the songs we use to sing...but now what?!?! any ideas? Lets see...she spends 12 hours on the phone talking to her bf....she wears hmm normal clothes? uuhh....what else..come on something else.....ah, I dont know! all you people reading this that have any places or suggestions or something tell me in the Flooble chatbox under the TALK TO ME! letters. =D Please? With a cherry and whip cream and maybe some fudge on top of that? Okei, that's it. I'm starting to wear out. Ciao for now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Stolen quote for today:&lt;/font&gt; "Dear God, help me to be as nice as my dog thinks I am." &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;Puzzlement:&lt;/font&gt; Why do feet smell and nose run? &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/font&gt; The Starting Line - I'm Real [J. Lo cover but it kicks 9490348023234234 x boutay cuz it gets me dancing..and J.Lo don't]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1px" cellpadding="2px" width="40%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1571456988.01.THUMBZZZ.jpg" width=40 height=60 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;All Eyes On:&lt;br&gt;Supremely Satisfying Bathroom Reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;By The Bathroom Reader's Institute&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The time was 10:11 p.m. but who knows what it is now. If it's past 12 a.m. you must find me very entertaining or you're extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95361836?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95361836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95361836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95361836' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95347637</id><published>2003-06-05T13:43:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:39:40.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I typed this long entry and Blogger was a ho and decided to lose it. So sorry kids, nothing today. Here's a convo then. hehe :D XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" LANG="0"&gt;Alterni Punker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=1&gt; (11:26:04 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Arial" SIZE=2&gt;are you going to that pot luck thing on &lt;br /&gt;monday?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:26:21 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt;i guess not, cause i have no idea what that &lt;br /&gt;is&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:26:23 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt; &gt;_&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:26:33 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt;besides... mondays are bad for me  XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;Alterni Punker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=1&gt; (11:26:46 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Arial" SIZE=2&gt;why? XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:26:54 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt;you can't wake me up, even if you hit me &lt;br /&gt;with a brick&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:26:54 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt;XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;Alterni Punker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=1&gt; (11:27:00 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Arial" SIZE=2&gt;oohh XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;Alterni Punker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=1&gt; (11:27:13 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Arial" SIZE=2&gt;i dont really wanna go e_e but i want to hang &lt;br /&gt;out with them i guess e_e but i dont want to buy food to bring XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:27:36 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt;haha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:27:37 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt;XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;Alterni Punker&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=1&gt; (11:28:08 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ff0000" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Arial" SIZE=2&gt;cha ching ching cha chong chong cha cheap &lt;br /&gt;cheap &gt;_&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;AmatsuTenrai&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=1&gt; (11:29:01 PM)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000ff" SIZE=3&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0080c0" FACE="Comic Sans MS" SIZE=2&gt;yeah XD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95347637?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95347637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95347637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95347637' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95302795</id><published>2003-06-04T12:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T16:33:21.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was taking random quizzes today [cuz I have nothing better to do. Ha, don't you love summer?] and I decided to post the ones that I remembered to copy paste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Cleo/1036440107_CMyDocumentsimhotep2.jpg" border="0" alt="Imhotep - Misunderstood"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Imhotep! The movie is named after you! &lt;br&gt;You are&lt;b&gt; The Mummy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fierce but misunderstood. Most people see you&lt;br&gt;as a cruel and fearsome beast, but really you&lt;br&gt;risked your life for your true love. aww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Cleo/quizzes/Which%20Character%20from%20'The%20Mummy'%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Character from 'The Mummy' are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;hr align=center size=1 width=75%&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/glassjaw3687/1045503351_s4039-Full.jpg" border="0" alt="nfg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you're a new found glory kid! You see an attractive girl and all of a sudden inspiration comes to you in waves of punk rock music!&lt;br&gt; BUT snap out of it mun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/glassjaw3687/quizzes/(%20WHAT%20PUNK%20ROCK%20BAND%20ARE%20YOU%3F%3F%20)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;( WHAT PUNK ROCK BAND ARE YOU?? )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;hr align=center size=1 width=75%&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/drumlinepaco/1048400201_R_sunshine.jpg" border="0" alt="You're dance was so great, it's like sunshine on a cloudy day!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dance was so great, it's like sunshine on&lt;br&gt;a cloudy day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Okay so who cares if you&lt;br&gt;can't bust out knee drops or stealth levels?&lt;br&gt;When you play DDR, it lights up a room because&lt;br&gt;everyone knows how much fun you're having up&lt;br&gt;there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/drumlinepaco/quizzes/What%20irritating%20DDR%20catchphrase%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What irritating DDR catch phrase are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;hr align=center size=1 width=75%&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;you are a jock. I must say, this isn't to bad. You&lt;br&gt;aren't a social outcast, you don't try to be&lt;br&gt;cool, and you aren't what adults think of a&lt;br&gt;"weird". You've got it made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/singR313/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20Goth%2C%20Punk%2C%20Jock%20or%20Prep%3F/"&gt;Are you a Goth, Punk, Jock or Prep?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;hr align=center size=1 width=75%&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're a SEXPERT! You know where everything is, and&lt;br&gt;you know how to work it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/substandard/quizzes/(ADULTS%20ONLY)Everything%20you%20ever%20wanted%20to%20know%20about%20sex%20but%20were%20afraid%20to%20ask./"&gt;(ADULTS ONLY)Everything you ever wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Ebony173/1053535189_Hscropio.gif" border="0" alt="scropio"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should be a Scorpio, your Passionate,&lt;br&gt;emotional, and determined, but you can be&lt;br&gt;obsessive,  unforgiving, and a little arrogant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ebony173/quizzes/~*What%20is%20your%20TRUE%20Zodica%20sign%3F*~(WITH%20NEW%20PIC'S!!!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;~*What is your TRUE Zodica sign?*~(WITH NEW PIC'S!!!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;hr align=center size=1 width=75%&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Bumper Sticker that should be on my bumper:&lt;/font&gt; "I may be slow, but I'm ahead of you." &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=black&gt;Puzzlement:&lt;/font&gt; Why do cafes and resturaunts give you straws with your sodas and your juice but not your water? &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Song stuck in my head for today:&lt;/font&gt; Finch - "What it is to burn" [this should be playing now...if not then the bandwidth is all used up, so come back way later.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1px" cellpadding="2px" width="20%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0316734896.01.THUMBZZZ.jpg" width=40 height=60 align=left border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;All Eyes On:&lt;br&gt;Define "Normal"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;By Julie Anne Peters&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The time was 11:55 a.m. but who knows what it is now. If it's past 12 a.m. you must find me very entertaining or you're extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95302795?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95302795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95302795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95302795' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95274957</id><published>2003-06-03T21:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T11:14:57.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aahhh this week is in a furry frenzy of old women iNVADING MY PRIVACCCYY!! Nooo god whyyyy?!?! My aunty has two of her OLD ANNOYING FRIENDS staying over because I'm guessing their husbands and them got into a quarrel, as tends to happen most commonly to people with an abundance of money, and now one of them is taking over my room! MY ROOM! NO GOD WHY?! Argh, now I know how people coined that term "splitting headache" make the little hammers stop!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is crazy now. Well, it always was crazy, I guess but some how it's crazier now because my mom is renovating the inside of our house, so that room I was raving about before because my aunty's friend is staying there will no longer be mine in a week or so. Sigh...I hate moving rooms so much. I moved rooms like...three times IN ONE HOUSE. You know when I look back in the past, I use to be a so much more jolly person than I am now. yeah, yeah, I can hear all of you saying WHO TOLD? But seriously now, I know I'm getting blunter and I don't bother as much to curb my suppressed anguish - I'm really sorry for that. Especially to Amanda. She has been recieving the full brunt of my change since we signed up for all the same classes senior year...hahaa. Well then! Here's hoping that I be a much more cheerio person! uuupppaaa!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got my job applications and I haven't filled them out yet. Hahaa yeah sshh you, it's summer and I'm lazy. WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE? OH YEAH, SAME ONE HUH?!? OH SNAP SNAP. .... yeah I'm a dork. I'm also a pretty fairy princess. LMAO sorry too much Dexter's Lab. Well I want to turn them in as soon as possible but Jessi and I are finally smoothing things out and I'm afraid if I go and turn them in she'll feel that she's on the back burner again and I don't want that to happen. Hmm, decisions, decisions. ah, I can't deal with this now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm I think the one thing that relaxes me from the hustle and bustle of my turmoil existence is exercising. Woo, feel the burn bebi, burn. Well it's getting late now. I would love to bore you all even more than I am now, but unfortunately I have to go bore myself. Riiight. Well, ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95274957?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95274957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95274957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95274957' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95230892</id><published>2003-06-03T00:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T00:31:17.333-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hm. I know it sucks when I rant in this here blog but really that's what it's here for because if I ranted to some one about my life, I'd start crying and do I want that? HELL NO! Well, I'm not going to go into depth...just getting some thoughts out. So trudge on if you so desire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my cousin's best friend Veronica, who has really supported Natasha cuz her mom didn't give a rip about her. yeah, Veronica paid her rent bill and is still waiting to be paid back and she has done a lot for my cousin so I feel very..hmm...not indebted..but thankful that my cousin found such a good friend. So Veronica made plans to come here to Hawaii from Cali for her senior trip since originally my cousin was suppose to go with her to Europe but then problems happened, and she couldn't go cuz of money problems. They've been planning this for a LONG time cuz come on, it's senior [college] trip. Everyone went except for them two, so Veronica makes plans to come here and Natasha asks her mom if she can stay at our house. We all live together...divided at heart. And just today, after Ver buys her ticket to come here, my aunty tells my mom and my mom goes in an uproar. Seriously. She's all this is my house and blah blah and blah blah and god she was being so ugh. ridiculous! I understand but has she no aloha? I mean come on, Veronica practically supported Natasha in cali...my family...sigh... I dont know, i just talked to my cousin now so I pretty much told her everything that was on my mind but still...it's like my mom and aunty assume that all the bad people are all the people we know but really they're the bad people cuz they just assume that everyone else is bad and my aunty is really a bad person. Wouldnt help her own daughter with jack shit. wouldn't cosign for her apartment argh and even my mom said that my cousin has no mom when she was lecturing me today and blah blah ugh. ugh. arghhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95230892?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95230892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95230892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95230892' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95202161</id><published>2003-06-02T08:35:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T08:35:30.513-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday my aunty made me move the treadmill from the front house to her room and in order to do that I have to push it down a narrow hallway, through a narrow door, down another narrow hallway to her room! Argh! I typed a super long email to Jessi about it lol I'll get agitated if I type it all over again but it was a realllll pain in the ass. I had to unhinge two doors in order to get it through the doorways and my aunty is all "well since there are no men in the house we'll have to do it on our own" and by "our" she means she stands on the side and directs me while I do all the heavy artillery. So then we finally get it into her room and then she wants it in specific narrow part of her room which requires getting it pass her bed so I have to lift the treadmill onto the bed and then push it over her bed onto the other side she wants it on JUST SO SHE CAN WATCH TV AND RUN!!! But that's okei. I got my exercise for the day. lol I need more of that. But with less angst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so on other disturbing news, I opened my little brother's door, 11 years old, and found him whacking himself. Mmmhmmm just great. So I was like "What do you want for breakfast?" and he's like "I ate already" and I'm all okei. Then I go out and then after he comes out and he's like CANT A BOY GET SOME PRIVACY. And this ticked me off! lol and I was all WELL THE NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT YOU LOCK YOUR DOOR! And he's all "BUT I WAS CHANGING MY CLOTHES" ANd I was like "HELLO I'M NOT STUPID. THE NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT, LOCK YOUR DOOR" and then he's got this "oh shit" look on his face and he goes "okei. can I have breakfast?" and I was like "You ate already." disturbed for life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95202161?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95202161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95202161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95202161' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95123995</id><published>2003-05-31T06:35:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T06:35:03.590-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today would be a new day, but I feel I've got an extra day because contrary to my popular belief that this day would be June, it is in fact, not June but May 31 [as you can tell by the date thing above this].  Now what to do with this extra day? Ah ha! I plan on job hunting. hahaa. I really want to work at hot topics, but hmmm I hope the spots are not all filled. So this is the plan [PAY ATTENTION!]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¤ Me and Tash meet up at Alaz: Jungle Fun. [Hopefully, I'll have some money but my mom was too busy talking on the phone - will talk about that later]&lt;br /&gt;¤ Armed with an array of different outfits for each store we plan to hit [punky clothes when we go to Hot Topics, Semi-Preppy when we go to Gap and so forth]&lt;br /&gt;¤ Maybe after a game or two of DDR!!!! we go job hunting. hahaa. I don't know if this is a sure thing though, but merely a prediction of this extra day I have.&lt;br /&gt;¤  Look for applications, and tire ourselves out to the point of where our only means of recuperation is EATING. If we have money! Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I think will happen. In the mean time, my sis, bro and cousin Natasha [who is home from LMU. She graduated. WOO!] will be at Ward watching Finding Nemo, which my brother says was whacked during the premiere preview at Kahala because the voices were mixed up. XD Dude! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to ask my mom for money cuz it was 5:30 in the morning and she was awake and I didn't want to wake her up later, but she was talking on the phone. I, you know, I had to listen, plus my mom has this like...one centimeter gap from the bottom of her door to the floor, so it makes it a whole lot easier for me to here. No ear pressed against door required. Well, I don't know who she was talking to, probably my dad, but she said [in random order since my memory doesn't include sequential memorization] that she didn't want him calling her anymore, this is the last time, she supposedly fucked up his life enough to make him leave therefore why does he keep fucking up his own life and blaming it on my mom when really he's the one that keeps coming back, she paid for whatever it was that was needed to pay, he shouldn't worry about it, she can take care of it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on this: I know my dad is a bastard. He is. Any man that would cheat on his wife and leave her because of a job and the POSSIBILITY of glory and being rich is a bastard. He's married to my mom, not his job. Then again, my mom can't forgive him for all the crap he's done. I can't either, but...it's nice having a dad around.  Yeah, the nice facade he puts on is only a mask I guess, but I don't know. They were going to get divorce, I guess they put it off. I want them to get a divorce, but even when I think that, I start tearing. Yeah, my dad was a jerk wad, he wasn't there for me, but I still love the old man.  His life wasn't easy too. I have to take that into account, and it's not like he doesn't check up on us. He calls me and talks to my bro and sis but I bet he does that to every kid he has. Hrm. I guess the ties of fatherly bond are just as strong as a motherly bond but I know I can live without my dad. I wouldn't be able to live without my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off that momento of deep repression: It's 6:18 in the morning and the purpose of my waking up this early [to not wake up my mom for money and to in fact, have money when I go to alaz] has all been in vain. I am now up for no reason, my mother is sleeping and it looks like I will (1) Not have the hardness to wake her up at 11 [that's only...5 hours of sleep on her part] and (2) I will go to Ala Moana with the money my cousin decides to share with me. It's a damn shame all the money I had, I used on my sister's dinner and treat. Oh, something else I can talk about! Woo hoo for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my niece, Ahjaline, Jimmy's daughter is over for awhile because Jimmy is an unstable man, 30+ years of age who hasn't been able to find his own place to live. However, since he is, as of now, kicked out of our house, he is moving and taking every single thing he can from our house that he can claim as his. In the mean time, we are watching his daughter. Of course, Ahja can come over. She's so cuuuuuuuuute. Aahhhh. She doesn't look asian at all, but then again, neither does Jimmy. How does this relate to my sister's dinner and treat and the depletion of my money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sister is incredibly jealous of Ahja because Ahja is smaller and therefore she is cuter and has more attention. Of course, I don't pay attention to either, so no pointing fingers at me. Hahaa, jk I pay attention to them. So in order to appease my sister's anguish, I took her to a drive in place and got her a cheeseburger and then we went to TCBY and I got her a parfait. If you were wondering, my money equaled up to a cheeseburger and TCBY parfait which is...six dollars. Hey, money is not easy to come across. Yeah, you shuddap and put that ten dollar bill away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Dude! Sailor Moon is on!! Woo hoo! That's my excuse to go!! Buahaha!! So without any further adieu [I don't really get why people say that because adieu means good bye and I didn't say any other good bye's yet, but hey, cliches stick huh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao to you! Yes, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95123995?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95123995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95123995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95123995' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95025477</id><published>2003-05-28T20:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T09:51:14.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am posting so I can publish and fix any errors. I rock. You can too. Write in the flooble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95025477?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95025477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95025477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95025477' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95025067</id><published>2003-05-28T20:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T20:13:33.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger template is being a pain in the yeehaw. grrr. Is anyone out there? Hello? AhHhHh...I'm a dork...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95025067?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95025067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95025067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95025067' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-95010378</id><published>2003-05-28T13:12:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T13:12:23.586-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my diploma from SHA. Man, it's a pain in the ass to bus it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-95010378?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95010378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/95010378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95010378' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-94966751</id><published>2003-05-27T15:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T15:39:35.423-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Graduation could've been better. Our singing was not so good compared to when we sang during practice. I guess it was because of the huge gawking audience and the fact that the altos never fully memorized their lines to The Prayer. Hahaa, oh well. I asked Mari's little sister if we sang good and she was all "weeelll I couldnt hear you" hahaa which is probably a good thing since the senior class...yeah we still can't sing that great. But woo hah anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, there was a lot of picture taking, chaos getting undressed and ready for Project Graduation where we just go out overnight and party with adult supervision of course. Hahaa, not that grown up yet, I suppose. But anyway Project Grad kicked sooo much ass! Seriously! I wasn't sure it'd be all that great because there were rumors that we were going on a boat and to the beach. Now...who swims in the dark? Well, not me. But! Instead we went to the Kaneohe Military Base and oh my gosh, those dudes in the Officer's Club are lucky. Yeah, we partied in their...building? that has a dining room WITH stage and center floor for dancing and stuff AND a massage/manicure/make up parlor AND a buffet upstairs and downstairs AND a karaoke room!! Oohhh yeah bebeh! There was also cosmic bowling but no DDR in the arcade room! I was so disappointed! Now taking this in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there. Ate dinner. Duck, steak, bunch of other stuff. It was tasty. So then FM 100 came over to DJ and they played music and there was dancing and prize give aways and games to play. One game which was just bizarre was the okole writing which is writing..with your ass. Yeah, you just swing that thing and I'll go look some where else. Mmmhmm hahaa and Coty was totally into it but Lani won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs opened up! So I went up with my homies to go sing KARAOOOKEEE! YEAH BEBI!! Now I can't sing very good but I can carry a pitch and I'm hyper so yeah. Good combo there. I was bouncing up and down and doing little dances and going "UH HUH" "SAY WHA" "ONE MORE TIME" while we were singing hahaa. Then we sang Kryptonite, by Three Doors Down, thank god they had a punk rock song so then I started doing the guitar motions. Yeah, I can play the song irl but I can't go jumping up and down with my guitar. Whooo carreess? I jumped up and did that kick motion like three times and everyone was like Whoooaaaa you have cheerleader potential. Mmhmm. We also sang Slide, by the Goo Goo Dolls. I was going to sing "Wake me up before you go go" by my all time favorite old boy band WHAM! but! the guy put on a different Wham song...what was it called. Where it goes "MY GIRL, I DONT EVEN THINK THAT I LOOVE YOU" and he works to give her money and stuff. I knew the tune tho, thank God because the crazy color lighting words did not help me at all. WoOoOoO ten songs later my voice was getting husky. Hahaa. So me and miss went to get sundaes THEN it was cosmic bowling time and I broke a 100! I forgot what I got...like 113 or something. I got three strikes, yeah bebi! I got one strike doing it old lady style too hahaa. You know, where you hold the ball in two hands? But the ball was heavy so I went diving forward when I threw it and Emi got a picture. Hahaa and it slowly rolled down the lane then BOOM! All pins are KOed woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a magician dude. He so kicked, too. So anyway, hahaa, his trick was to pick a card that was half the value of my card. The card I picked up was a 7. So we were all...Okeiiii, how can you get a card half of seven? So then he picks a card out and sets it on the table. Everyone is looking at the card you know, cuz...magic shows..illusions..which ever, we wanted to catch this guy. Then he goes "This card will be half the value of your card" And we're all "NOOO THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE" Then...he turns over the card.       Get this.     The card was a 3....AND THERE WAS A HALF DOLLAR COIN ON IT. The hell?! So we clapped, and Sarah was all SHEREN?? HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THE COIN? And she's all I DIDN'T KNOW. I DIDN'T KNOW!! Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a hypnotist come too...omg. It was sooo unbelievable. Seriously, you all need to have a hypnotist at your project grads. Half the class went up to participate, but only like...8 of them could actually be hypnotized. So Michelle got hypnotized, but the thing is if you fight it, you can be unhypnotized. She decided to wake up while she had the chance, before she went into a deeper trance, and she walked off stage. The hypnotist comes running after her, grabs her, drags her back on stage and turns to us, "THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER WALK OFF STAGE WHILE HYPNOTIZED" Then he taps her on the head, and she falls asleep. I swear she just slumped. It was soo funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would've thought Irene could be hypnotized but man, that hypnotist got her pretending she was Britney Spears and doing sassy moves like whoa. Irene makes a kick ass Britney, hahaa! And! He made Sheren pretend she was Shakira!! And Sheren is this really shy girl but she was shaking her boutay and going WHEN EVER, WHERE EVER, blah blah blah blah. And then he hypnotized a bunch of people to think he had a huge hole in the back of his pants so you could see his nasty butt and when he gave the signal, he turned his back to them and they all got grossed out. Some people started laughing and others turned away, but oh gosh. So much that hypnotist did I better tell it all quick. So he made them think the people on their right just ripped one after eating Taco Bell and hahahaa Lani! Jumped right out of her seat and started fanning and pulling her collar of her shirt over her nose and going EEWW and everyone ran away from each other, hahaa. THEN he made them think the person next to them had the greatest smell in the world so EVERYONE started like..scooching in pass the space bubbles...seriously they were practically groping each other and trying to smell. Then he made them think he was invisible...and he started moving chairs at them so it looked like the chairs were moving on their own and they all jumped up and ran away to the designated "safe corner" and then he picked up Tiffany and started carrying her around the room so it was like she was flying! Then he set Tiffany down and asked Katie, "Did you see that?!?!" And Katie was..oh gosh you had to see the expressions of confusion on their faces, but Katie was all.....".......f....flying....." It was soo hilarious!! Then he made Katie forget the number two! He asked her how many fingers she had, and she goes "TEN FINGERS" So then he asks her to count her fingers, so she holds out her hands, points to each finger...and goes "1..3...4...5..6..7..8...9..10...11..." And then katie stops and she just stares at her hands with the most devastated look. "KATIE?? HOW DO YOU HAVE ELEVEN FINGERS??!" "...I dont know..." there was more but oh boy, I'm getting a finger cramp here. He also made them pretend to be the Village People and sing YMCA and omg, Irene wanted to be in the spot light so she pushed Sheren away when Sheren came to the front!! HAHAHAA!! It was like a bunch of little kids, seriously!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okei, my hands are getting cold for some odd reason. Did you know your ears are the first place to lose warmth? Yep, interesting yeah? Okei, Well I best be a going on now. Project Grad kicked ass. All of you, no matter how anti-social you are, have to go. Rock on with your punky selves. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-94966751?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/94966751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/94966751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94966751' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-88579656</id><published>2003-02-04T21:59:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T21:59:40.720-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a week of being pummeled with tests and quizzes and any other stress inducing, school related "experience", the week is finally beginning to give me some slack. Then again, it's only the first day of the school week e_E who knows how long it'll be before I break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after calculating all the gifts I must get, I have deduced that by March I shall be flat broke and persuading my mom to get me a Mazda Six since the Mazda RX-8 (my almost can get but not really car) is over the board for my first car. Yeah, Mazda doesn't exactly have the best reputation but their RX-8 is Cyclops' car in X Men 2. That's got to be sayin' something, yo. I materialistically luv that car *__* it's so fricken *__* seeeexxxyyyyyy. It matches me. XD JUST KIDDING AAHHH DON'T KILL MEEEE. *flees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*returns* XD So school...was &gt;_&gt; all right. I was techie today in Tech 3 (Mr. Huwett's o_o) and this girl starts playing music from the other side of room and it's so audible!! It's like HEELLOOO WE'RE IN MR. HUWETT'S TECH LAB. O_O YOU NEVER PLAY MUSIC -or else he'll hound me e_E - bah. e_E So I told the girl to stop O_O AND THEN SHE KEPT ON PLAYING IT! And I got really angry and practically growled, "I'M. NOT. JOKING." Goodness, these impudent little students don't realize how much trouble I'll get into! Good thing Mazie was there to back me up. e_E Cha cha cha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom as here of forbidden any of us from buying food from across the street. &gt;_O!!! My lil bro and sis are plain ol' pudgy and spoiled so naturally...it's not that easy to put them on a diet. Oh yeah, we tried. Subway. Home made salads. (psst, I like Ranch dressing. XD) Etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasers shouldn't be called "Magic Rub" &gt;_&gt; funny enough, mine is dubbed that. &lt;_&lt;;;; Sacre bleu! What's wrong with Magic Rub?! Well &gt;_&gt; first off &lt;_&lt; nooo, some of you are innocent. &gt;__&gt;;; Okei. O_O Adios and ciao fooor nooow. Dun dun duuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-88579656?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/88579656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/88579656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88579656' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-87648391</id><published>2003-01-18T09:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T09:45:45.016-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeey, this things been abandoned. XD Naw course not..wait wait...XD well uh not much time to update it ...so XD ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-87648391?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/87648391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/87648391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87648391' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-87299149</id><published>2003-01-11T23:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T23:08:34.016-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I got nominated for an award! But I can't link the image here because brinkster is a butt. So go look at my site! It's an oh so schnazzeh award!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-87299149?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/87299149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/87299149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87299149' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-87298966</id><published>2003-01-11T23:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T23:00:50.536-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lookie here! My blog! I haven't blogged in awhile. XD Why? Cuz I have two of them! O_O! But XD I still don't really..blog at all, cuz I barely have any time or motivation to XD I figure everyone who knows me knows pretty much what is up with me. Ah well, what am I jambering about O_O You all wanna know why I blogged. XD Okei &gt;_&gt; So recently, all these people have been telling me to get...schanga &gt;_&gt; coome on sound it out, you know what it is. XD It's another online blogger thinga ma bobber. XD I know what am I? Nuts! But ah &gt;_&gt; I'm still debating cuz I'm such a 'lazy bum' XD and I can't even handle two XD weee lookie me mommmyyy XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to alaz. Ate at neiman. o_o The turkey and rice soup...it was not pleasant. The rice o_O looked like ...tentacles. Seriously even the texture. Then I went browsing around for clothes becuz I lack clothes XD and my mom doesn't do my shopping anymore cuz when she does do it, I never wear it. Then I went and played DDR and I MUST GET DOWN RYTHEM AND POLICE. It's the one fricken bouncy hoppy part that messes me up! Baaah. I need Dyl to train with me XD CUZ NOBODY *coughtashcoughamandacoughanyoneelse* CAN SURVIVE ON NORMAL BESIDES ME O_O But I wanna do expert! eexxpppeeerrrtt I would spit it out but I can't. Baah. Exxppeerttt.. Muuustt leeaarrnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged. You best be happy. Now ciao! Oh yeah. &gt;_&gt;! I'm featuring a new song. XD It's my "new thing" whoooaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arin be bloggin' mon! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-87298966?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/87298966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/87298966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87298966' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86912290</id><published>2003-01-03T20:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T20:53:21.420-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed the song. Yes, yes, I know, it's a good song but then I like this song too. If you wanna know what song it is O_O YOU HAVE TO GO TO MY SITE O_O HAHAHAHAHA O_O AND THEN YOU HAVE TO LOOK THROUGH ALL THE BANDS O_O just kidding, the band is save ferris. ^_^ And nothing interesting TO YOU happened that you should know ABOUT ME. o_o Hehe :D XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arin Toran bloggeth tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86912290?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86912290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86912290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86912290' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86781483</id><published>2002-12-31T23:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T23:40:14.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This small portion taken from &lt;a href="http://www31.brinkster.com/foumerde"&gt;this new two-blogger blog ::Fou Merde::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:15 p.m. now...almost the dawn of a new day AND year. Now how many times do you get to say that eh? Yeah, just once. Hahaa, maybe that's why it's so special. Anyway, I lit firecrackers all night long. My bro and sis bought TONS of crackers and smoke bombs so we were lighting it and throwing it on our driveway and sidewalk. Then I looked at our neighbor's house, which is really a pack of unruly monks who live in luxury. &lt;_&lt; I don't like them, they chopped down our guava tree at EIGHT IN THE MORNING. So &gt;_&gt; I got me a few firecrackers and flung it over at their house. XD Hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one extreme case, these pack of...teens? were trying to get pass our sidewalk &gt;_&gt; And my brother started throwing smoke bombs, so one guy who is brave enough to walk on our driveway stares at us and goes "Oh, it's just smoke bombs." Then we launch crackers right at his feet XD and his friends start screaming and then he carries his girl running pass us screaming XD and he's almost dropping her cuz well o_o when you're a weakling, you're a weakling eh? Then we ran out of crackers. &gt;_&gt; Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end partial entry go see the rest at Fou Merde dammit. O_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, hahaa thanks all for supporting this new song thing I have going on, especially you Nat hahaa, wee! Happy New Years Everyone! I have four more songs hosted in the MUSIC section of my site ^_^ go check it out too. Click --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www28.brinkster.com/alternipunker"&gt;Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Me and Jessi (bah to grammar o_o i'm tired) officially start dating AGAIN, yes, this is the same Jessi, in 26 minutes. Start the countdown woo hah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arin copy pasted and blogged. It was the blogging that counts. 11:33 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86781483?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86781483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86781483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86781483' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86707057</id><published>2002-12-30T09:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T09:51:37.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I was cleaning the house all morning, skippy di du da.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, my mom is a bitch sometimes. I asked her if I could go and hang out with my friends today and she gives me this LONG LECTURE at three in the morning, about how she doesn't&lt;br /&gt; want her kid going out on the streets and acting all mofo. God dammit, if you're gonna say no don't draaaag it out. That's as annoying as someone saying "Well, I would really like to go&lt;br /&gt; with you to winterball, it's just that I have all these plans to make *tells all the plans and after fifteen minutes* and oh yeah, I'm going with someone else."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that. o_o Hmmm, so then I got pissed off @.o cuz she's always comparing me to the bad people on the streets and it annoys me so much. God dammit. Watch when I get out&lt;br /&gt; of this house o_o I'mma smoke weed and go to raves just to piss her off and say, "HA! GUESS YOU SHOULD'VE LET ME HAD FUN WHEN I WAS A TEENAGER BUT NOW I GOTTA MAKE UP FOR IT IN COLLEGE."&lt;br /&gt; Of course, we all know I won't do that. Sigh. -.o So I went to my room and tried to sleep, but ended up punching a hole in my wall -_- again and rolling over a hundred times before I figured out&lt;br /&gt; that I couldn't sleep because the AC wasn't on and I wasn't snuggly enough yet. o.o Then I went to sleep. ^_^ Wee. Okei, happy ending  I just realized I have all this hw and papers I have to do for school. &lt;_&lt;; Ciao all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;L.o.L.o Arin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This blog entry as seen on Vicky and Arin's &lt;b&gt;spankin' new&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;kuol&lt;/b&gt; blog &lt;a href="http://www31.brinkster.com/foumerde"&gt;Fou Merde.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Go now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86707057?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86707057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86707057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86707057' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86542381</id><published>2002-12-25T22:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T22:02:42.630-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TODAY WAS THE BOMB DIGGITY CHRISTMAS YO!!!!!!!! ^______^!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are lots of reasons why, but mostly cuz me and Jessi are still talking and and! and! mistletoe! wee! XD okei I will not tell it any further than that. SO MOVING ON TO G RATED MATERIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sister hated me cuz I made them wait for around five hours to open up their presents. Hey! I wanted to open it as a family! Cuz our family isn't big on christmas you know? We don't have any other blood relatives cuz the rest of our blood line are a bunch of idiots that work for us, moved to get away from us, or work for us in vietnam. So! yeah..uh..my plan was to wait till my parents got up so we could all open it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot of restraint. Actually not for me, cuz well I basically knew what i was getting. XD But my brother carried this huge box from the tree to our living room and my dad's all HEY PUT THAT BACK WE GOTTA OPEN IT TOGETHER!! XD Hahahaa. Ah, I luv Christmas. Oh, but my mom did eventually wake up and we did eventually open presents. Thank you everyone who got me something ^_^!!! here's the list. Huah hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amanda: &lt;/b&gt;Hahaa, that hot topics shirt rocked the house down. Woo hah! XD Oh yeah, for all of you, it said "If you stare at me long enough, I might do a trick" And what's funny is XD that when people stare at me I usually raise my eyebrow and stare back. yeah, that's right, dont' be scared to stare. And the sticker "I've gone to the dork side" XD hahaa, I saw that one but I didn't get it. Ah, a good thing too! Kick ath! Duane says boogiepop might not come in for awhile -_- so if they dont have it by teh time school starts imma get you something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tash: &lt;/b&gt;Doumo arigatou for the guitar tuner yo! I sound fantazmo, yeah! XD hahaa I was playing my guitar with super loud distortion and my dad was like &gt;___&gt; can't you go to your room and play? XD So I just turned it louder and played, woo hah! I luuuuv doing all those kuol guitar tricks XD!!! you should see me XD no you shouldn't XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pen:  &lt;/b&gt;THE SHIRT IS BOUTAY SMACKING WORTHY XD XD oh yeah, it shows this dude, stick figure almost, on his skateboard riding, then the second one, he's doing a hand plant on the skateboard, and then the third his head smacks the floor and it says "hello hospital" XD!!! hahaaaaa I'll be sure to give you your present when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mari and Lia:  &lt;/b&gt;...they always do this to me. WHY GOD WHY. I'M NOT SHAVING AND THAT'S FINAL O_O;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle:  &lt;/b&gt;Thanks for the earrings yo, yeah I know you complain cuz I only wear one, but too bad, cuz I'm still gonna wear that one XP it's sentimental value..and pssst....its kuol-er....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palmer:  &lt;/b&gt;Dude, thanks for the army camouflage shirt! Hahaa XD "Ha! You can't see me now!" XD Rock on! Score. Woo hah. Ah, I'm all right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack: &lt;/b&gt;...socks...are lovely.....then again, belts work too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chad:  &lt;/b&gt; Kicken CD yo! what up!? huah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neal:  &lt;/b&gt; GUIIILLTTYY GEEAAARRRRR O_O!!! HUAH ZAH!! ROCK ON. XD!! I'mma whomp with my flamin' ass..urhh..sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps last for best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jessi:  &lt;/b&gt; I know we had this whole no more speaking agreement arranged, but I'm happier knowing we can still talk and be normal around each other. I think that's what made this christmas...more special. Hahaa, you're the best Santa. Christmas present? Maybe even elf? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's a wrap. Phew. My mom didnt' get me anything. u_u She said she was gonna get me later, for new years cuz my dad got me the printer (although we all know he wanted it too &gt;_&gt;;; hit two birds with one bread crumb right?) and a hundred bucks...&gt;_&gt; yay SO?! O_O; sshhh. I love my parents. ^_^ if my dad keeps this up, he'll be okei on my list again. yeah, it doesn't make up for the time he wasn't there, but at least he's trying harder now...my mom actually laughs and smiles more. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I have...a huge pile...of mess to clean up STILL. Ai caramba, yesterday I didnt sleep till two just cleaning up the house for x mas and now I get the feeling I'm going to have to do it again. Anyone got a massage chair? Oh wait, I do! hehe :D XD!! i'm innocent :D XD Rofl okei uuhh whoa moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must work out later tonight, yeah, I've been slacking but what can you expect? Depression makes me lazy. Sshh you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on my site a lot too. Yeah, too much time on my hands, I should be getting ready for exams! or doing my econ paper!! or uhm lots of other stuff that I forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all? yeah that's about it. I'm tired now hahaa, so my mind just kinda phased out on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Arin came to the dork side a while ago-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86542381?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86542381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86542381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86542381' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86468663</id><published>2002-12-23T20:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T20:21:41.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost it all.                    I have one buck left. Wee. &gt;_&gt;! Shopping today was fun tho...yeah, tiring tho. Damn. &lt;_&lt; Who would've thought eh? I got my mom this anti stress thing from body shop. Ah, who am I kidding. o_o Jessi and I have come to the decision that it's best not to talk. Yeah...and for some reason it ... hurts more than the breaking up part. It's not breaking up...it's like the pieces of what are left...are gone too. I'm going to go wrap presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mourn the death of your bloody valentine...one last time...singing...oh my love, please don't cry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GC ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86468663?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86468663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86468663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86468663' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86431213</id><published>2002-12-23T01:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T01:24:30.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling low and dry right now, so if there's crude humor well...consider this your warning. Today sucked. It really did. I hate cleaning the house. Now imagine cleaning the house times ten. I dislike my siblings strongly sometimes. My sister kept making so much mess with her new toys my dad got her and eating huge neiman marcus choco chip cookies and getting teh crumbs EVERYWHERE and I had to keep cleaning and cleaning and fuck, you think they could clean up after themselves. You know when I WAS LITTLE excuse the flashback - second and third grade, I had to massage, sweep, fold, wash and if I didn't I got whomped.  Wee horrific childhood flashbacks. Now you flash forward and my sister doesn't even get a yelling! she's so rude! and so arrogant! she thinks she's a fucking princess I want to smack her sometimes but I can't. My bro is kuol tho. Yeah, there are times i wanna smack him but he's uh not so hard to put up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides the cleaning, I went with my bro,sis and dad all over the island looking for a mckiddies that had the stupid yugioh cards. God my dad is an idiot. He knows he's wasting money. it's not like we have money to waste. And yet he still goes out and buys these stupid cards. So we went to basically five different mckiddies..the one by beretania..the one by alaz...the one across from burger king...and dude, get this...the one all the way in pearl city or wherever the hell Toys R Us is. Wth. My dad was going eighty on the freeway and it still took us like an hour to get there. And guess who had to walk into all these mckiddies and ask the nice register lady whether or not they still had yugioh cards, then walk out the door like an idiot. Oh, yes, idiot thy name is me. i was so fricking happy when I found one that actually did have it. So we ate and were merry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh but THEN we go to Toys R us and jungle river, that mini golf place is right across yeah? so I see this HUGE sign that says DDR Fourth Mix and I'm thinking SCORE! cuz I haven't played in awhile and uh I'd like to? So I asked my dad and he was kuol with it. I got twenty bucks, ran over there, was all excited, waited for this IDIOT at the snack bar and his stupid indecisive little boy to hurry up and order so I could get change and so I get four fives cuz I'm thinking hey, they got those coin exchange right? The music from the DDR machine is SO LOUD I can hear it from the food stand. Now if you've been to DDR at Jungle FUn (what the hell is up with all these jungles anyway? Oahu is like a skyscraper island) the music there is SO LOW you can barely hear it unless youre on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking OH HELL YA AMPED UP DDR BEBI! and I run to the coin exchange and slip my five in. The thing is the machine is broken! YEAH GREAT SO THEN I RUN BACK TO THE SNACK BAR AND ITS CLOSED!!!! Then I see the guy in the back and I'm getting kinda peeved here. So then I hit the glass window and he comes, and I ask for five dollars in quarters. he looks at me weird. I don't know why. I will tho. So I get a pocket full of quarters. I can see the DDR maching. I can hear it. I love that game. I go ruuuunniing to it, get on the platform...and see the tiniest...out of order sign. That just...killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how they have those demo half songs yeah? So I spent the hour playing that and then I got bored and just did whatever, practiced on doubles, then I got bored again and played capcom vs marvel 2, and I got first place...I beat the second place person by at LEAST a billion. BUT I hit the button too much, cuz I was impatient and it SKIPPED right pass the part where you enter your initials and it went to the scrolling along the scores to see where you are. So i see my beautiful, beautiful super high score *cuz I beat the master...there's three of them..all get harder....but I know this game inside out...so I beat the master in a minute..that's huge pointage there* so I see my beautiful score..super high, shining above second...and then I see CAP which is the default initial if you dont put yours. And I'm thinking...fuck...fuck....fuck.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy playing tekken tag next to me but he left like ten minutes and I was only on stage 5. Hehe. :D XD I'm a dork e_E So then! Me and tash plan to meet up tomorrow cuz I could use a breather you know? I'm really hating it. THEN my mom goes when I'm about to tell her and I don't feel like chasing her down the driveway. THEN my fucking cuzin Jimmy comes. He may be a ladies man, but HES THIRTY AND MARRIED THREE TIMES. SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE. He has the cutest kid but he doesnt give a shit about her. Oh yeah, he looks like he does, but the minute him and his buds got something to do, or he goes dating multiple girls, and that's EVERYDAY, he dumps the kid on me. That's why I hate living at this house..or another reason. And the thing is, my aunty, his mom, the kids grandma, expects me to and she's the boss of my mom so I can't really go saying oh no i cant you're stuck with the kid. Don't get me wrong, I like Ahja, but god dammit this is cutting into my attempt at a social life!! fuck. So now I've gotta wait for my mom to come home and see if jimmy actually comes home so i can give him ahja so I can go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS MY LIFE SO COMPLICATED? cuz it's better that way and I deserve it. I know. I know. But that doesn't make it any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also learning how to make an origami crane...it's taking me awhile.....my brother has to help me and I make too many creases and I've tried like..twenty times..with gold foil origami....I'm going to make a nice one dammit...sigh. And I haven't even gotten to practicing my guitar yet. My aunty is making my mom upset at me. They were sitting at the couch, in the liviing room and the comp is right behind there. And then OUT OF NO WHERE my aunty says All I do is see you on the computer. To which I replied that when she's upstairs, I'm off, and when she's downstairs, I go back on. Of course, that probably didn't work. What a bitch. So now my mom nags me even more, although she is a bit right. Oh well. I'll never admit that to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that really made me smile or warm up or feel better was when I saw the music video for "Your Body is a Wonderland" by John Mayer. Funny song that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, now I'm more tired than angry, so I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86431213?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86431213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86431213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86431213' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86389981</id><published>2002-12-21T22:21:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T22:21:35.470-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short quiz before I put my sister to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/billymakesbagels/quizzes/What%20Good%20Charlotte%20member%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/billymakesbagels/1034798938_CMyDocumentsimben.jpg" border="0" alt="Benji"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Good Charlotte member are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ROCKS THE PARTEH!!! WOOOOOO!!! REPRESENT YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Good Charlotte songs from the new album: The Anthem and Bloody Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Valentine...kicks...so much ath bebi yeah! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86389981?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86389981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86389981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86389981' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-86011142</id><published>2002-12-14T15:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T07:31:17.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo, so me and Jessi talked a lot hahaa about uh noodles and meatballs and good stuff. And Vicky always tells me I'm fired just out of randomness. &gt;_&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:26:11 PM): bah &gt;_&gt; you say something and they twist it&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:26:20 PM): "they" &lt;_&lt; ?&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:26:34 PM): she^ &gt;_&gt; YOU HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:26:57 PM): Lmao xD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:27:01 PM): Yes &gt;_&gt; &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:27:08 PM): WELL ITS ABOUT TIME&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:27:12 PM): I WORK AND SLAVE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:27:14 PM): AND YOU FIRE ME&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:27:15 PM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:27:35 PM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:27:48 PM): You sound like a disgruntled housewife XDE&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:27:58 PM): XD i know&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:28:24 PM): Don't think that beauty's skin deep O_O&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:28:36 PM): UH HUH O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:29:07 PM): You ask my why I need 32 pairs of shoes o_o&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:29:23 PM): BECUZ YOU PUT THEM AALL OVER THE HOUSE AND FIRE THEM&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:29:27 PM): It's just a chick thing, you oughta' let it go &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:29:27 PM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:29:30 PM): LMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:29:39 PM): Omg XD&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:29:44 PM): wha? &lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:29:49 PM): It's just that XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:30:02 PM): You said that I fire my shoes XD&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (3:30:14 PM): yeah that was good yeah? XD weee&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (3:30:23 PM): I just thought that was hilarious XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee :D XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-86011142?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86011142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/86011142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86011142' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85976751</id><published>2002-12-13T18:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T18:08:34.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah bebi! I got Sirius, woo hah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dafunkyestmonkey/quizzes/The%20Ultimate%20*Which%20Harry%20Potter%20Character%20are%20You%3F*%20Quiz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dafunkyestmonkey/1038723568_QuizSirius.gif" border="0" alt="Sirius%20Black"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Ultimate *Which Harry Potter Character are You?* Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85976751?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85976751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85976751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85976751' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85933818</id><published>2002-12-12T20:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T20:50:09.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaa, this was so weird I had to tell it. XD I was sitting at the table in front of the tv on the couch writing my physics paper and then I see my mom and she's walking out of her room. My sister took out all her material, or some of it and she has it all cluttered on the massage chair. So my mom comes walking up behind my sister, who is looking at this clothes magazine, and she goes Dont even look at that, you can't make it. XD And my sister was like O_O HEEY! XD hahaa and my comp is only about ten feet from the spot my sister was sitting at. So then she goes walking to the comp and I look at her, and she's staring at my comp. So I'm wondering what on earth is she staring at cuz I dont think I had anything bad on it XD ssshh you XP And my mom is like lowering her head and squinting her eyes so she can see and she has this weeeiiird little smile on her lips and I'm all...okei mom...so back to my birth control pill essay....and then my mom goes...and I get up...and stare at the screen...and it's on my wallpaper!! Egads!! and this is my wall paper!! Wanna see it? XD Rofl. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. Click &lt;a href="http://www28.brinkster.com/alternipunker/desktop.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I was head banging to the song? Hahaa rock on! Woo down with Jon damn jon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arin Blogged Today! Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85933818?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85933818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85933818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85933818' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85932110</id><published>2002-12-12T19:50:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T19:50:00.643-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew it. I'm a tech dork and a homework dork. Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:43:37 PM): tell me if this makes sense&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:43:39 PM): okay&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:43:45 PM): puhlease?!?&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (7:43:51 PM): k&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:44:34 PM): She was given the smile of an angel that always shined, but at certain times it would take a little stardust to keep it lasting everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (7:45:17 PM): it took&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:45:37 PM): that's it&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:45:43 PM): what about lasting everyday&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:45:47 PM): does that make sense&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (7:45:55 PM): yeah it does and there should be a space in there&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:46:03 PM): where&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (7:46:26 PM): every day&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:46:40 PM): okay&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (7:46:41 PM): thankx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85932110?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85932110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85932110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85932110' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85882942</id><published>2002-12-11T21:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T21:34:07.650-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; All right, Tash posted a lot of quizzes and I got contaminated dammit! Here they are hahaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/evil/index.shtml"&gt; &lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/evil/5.jpg" border=0&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanami.nu/kio/quizzes/sleepquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nanami.nu/kio/quizzes/boxers.jpg" border=0 frameborder=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanami.nu/kio/quizzes/sleepquiz.html"&gt;What Do You Wear to Bed?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/faytrial"&gt;Faytrial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; OKEI NOW I'M REALLY DONE. oh and if you're Jessi, pssst...I wanna know what you wear to bed. No, I'm not flirting. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arin checked the blog twice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85882942?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85882942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85882942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85882942' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85882020</id><published>2002-12-11T21:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T00:16:28.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Woo wee what a day. I have to admit since I broke up with Jessi, I've become depressed and for some reason I'm focusing more I guess uuhh whenever I talk to her she has to remind me tho so...hahaa, yeah...I think my whole concept kinda backfired and i'm spending what time I should be doing for hw on getting my head cleared. Yep, it's the truth, I miss her.  Ah well.  And oookei mari misses irony in Modest Proposal XD ROFL omg I love laughing at random stupidity. I bet she never even read it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; uh okei...I acidentally exited out of the convo XD but here's some of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilSwEeTgurl455 (9:06:17 PM): wut r some other subjects?&lt;br /&gt;lilSwEeTgurl455 (9:06:26 PM): satiric attacks&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:07:16 PM): begging&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:07:19 PM): landlords&lt;br /&gt;lilSwEeTgurl455 (9:07:54 PM): thanx&lt;br /&gt;lilSwEeTgurl455 (9:07:56 PM): ure soo smart&lt;br /&gt;lilSwEeTgurl455 (9:07:57 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:08:01 PM): nah i just stay awake in class&lt;br /&gt;lilSwEeTgurl455 (9:08:09 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;lilSwEeTgurl455 (9:08:10 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.erstwhiledelight.com/quizzes/gcsong2.html" TARGET="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.liquid2k.com/erstwhile/riotgirl.gif" border=0 alt="I'm Riot Girl!  What GC song are you?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.erstwhiledelight.com/quizzes/gcsong2.html" TARGET="_blank"&gt;Which Good Charlotte song are you?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but since I don't have a riot girl anymore I'm this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.erstwhiledelight.com/quizzes/gcsong2.html" TARGET="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.liquid2k.com/erstwhile/wondering.gif" border=0 alt="I'm Wondering!  What GC song are you?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.erstwhiledelight.com/quizzes/gcsong2.html" TARGET="_blank"&gt;Which Good Charlotte song are you?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now Iris is iming me about corey. EVERYONE ASKS ME STUFF BUT NO ONE ASKS ME ABOUT ME...well okei maybe just three people...that's good enuf..thank you all, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:02:56 PM): i need help!&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:02:57 PM): yeah?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:02:59 PM): major help!&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:02 PM): hurry&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:04 PM): corey just im me&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:03:05 PM): for wha&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:07 PM): and he said&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:03:07 PM): and?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:14 PM): "hey, do u still wanna take me to wb"&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:20 PM): what am i suppose to say&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:03:20 PM): omg lol&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:03:23 PM): do you still wanna?!&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:24 PM):  help me?~?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:27 PM): :-\&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:03:28 PM): SAY NO&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:33 PM): y r u laughing&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:03:36 PM): i'm not&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:42 PM): yes&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:46 PM): "omg lol"&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:03:53 PM): oh cuz i knew he'd ask that&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:03:56 PM): if i say no, then what am i gonna do&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:04:02 PM): how did u know?!?&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:02 PM): you're only so obvious iris&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:04:04 PM): did someone tell u&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:06 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:04:07 PM): *told u&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:09 PM): but the way you act&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:11 PM): tells it all&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:04:17 PM): really&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:04:19 PM): it does&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:23 PM): just say no, he already knows&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:04:24 PM): o no&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:31 PM): beat around the bush first&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:35 PM): corey is sensitive yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:04:36 PM): hahaa&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:04:47 PM): yes! very sensitive!&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:11 PM): well&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:13 PM): help me&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:16 PM): i can't say no&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:19 PM): that's mean&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:22 PM): and who am i gonna take&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:25 PM): i have no one else&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:27 PM): it's tooo late!&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:35 PM): im freaking out right now&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:40 PM): :-!&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:05:45 PM): what about your co worker?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:50 PM): no!&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:05:51 PM): if you dont have anyone else just take him then&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:05:53 PM): it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:05 PM): what should i say&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:12 PM): i have to say it in a "nice" way&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:12 PM): say yes i still wanna take you?&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:15 PM): or&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:21 PM): not in a mean way so he doesn't think im mad at him&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:25 PM): "of course i wanna take you corey"&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:31 PM): like that okei?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:38 PM): ewwww that is like a 2 face&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:40 PM): isn't it&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:40 PM): copy paste it if you have to&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:45 PM): hahaa &lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:46 PM): so?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:50 PM): what?!?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:51 PM): o god&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:57 PM): if he dont wanna dance for you!&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:06:57 PM): hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:06:59 PM): or pay!&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:07:00 PM): i'll tell him&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:07:06 PM): tell wha?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:07:19 PM): "i still wanna take u"&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:07:29 PM): or "where did u get that idea from"&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:07:30 PM): that works too&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:07:34 PM): or both?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:07:35 PM): lol if i say that then he's gonna yell at me&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:07:43 PM): then tell him i said to fuck off&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:07:43 PM): for being mean to him&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:07:45 PM): on sat.&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:07:50 PM): he's an ass&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:07:59 PM): okay&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:08:02 PM): im gonna im him&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:08:10 PM): i'll copy and paste the converstaion&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:08:11 PM): okay&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:08:28 PM): ewwwww&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:08:34 PM): his message is up&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:08:38 PM): "im not here"&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:09:10 PM): you took too long&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:09:14 PM): i know yea&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:09:19 PM): i was watching tv&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:18:24 PM): is he back yet?&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:18:31 PM): nope&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:18:49 PM): knew it&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:18:57 PM): well&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:19:05 PM): i give up&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:19:14 PM): i'll just wait for him to im me&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:19:25 PM): and did u know we r gonna have pics&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:19:31 PM): kuol&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:19:31 PM): what pose should i do&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:19:38 PM): i dont wanna get close to him&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:19:41 PM): yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:19:42 PM): make him bend over&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:20:00 PM): and you can kick his butt, that'd be a kuol pic&lt;br /&gt;chrmgurl10 (9:21:31 PM): what? lol weirdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Beoulve (9:16:44 PM): holy shiz&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:16:47 PM): wha? XP&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Beoulve (9:16:48 PM): Iris talks alot XD&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:16:50 PM): yeah XD&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:16:53 PM): she was freaking out&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Beoulve (9:17:07 PM): she's like Marie Valerio XD&lt;br /&gt;Alterni Punker (9:17:09 PM): *goes to blog what u just said* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaa, GC ROCKS MY SOCKS BEBI WOO! HELL YA. Okei, I'm calm. me and pen gotta go play some GC now XD speaking of which, we're gonna do By The Way hahaa or play it, I dunno if its for the talent thing or whatever but XD it'll be kuol to mess up in front of the whole school wooo weee or who ever wants to pay the three bucks to go watch. Hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; OKEI MUST FOCUS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arin went to focus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85882020?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85882020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85882020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85882020' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85716633</id><published>2002-12-08T21:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T21:23:51.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Argh @_@ yeesh what a day. My whole body was in paain. I felt like I was gonna collapse and yeah, eventually I did. @_@ Especially since I had a work out too. XD I know, what's wrong with me? I hate feeling sick hahaa so I go on a crazy tangent. My mom told me I had some crazy stomach disease where I can't eat solid foods or something, stomach flu? something like that can't remember, memory fading @_@ it's all hazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; so what do I do the moment I wake up? I go cross street and buy chilli hot dog and beef stew XD but I couldn't finish it all. I took...three bites of the beef stew and ate 1/4 of the hotdog and I couldn't stands no more! O_O I always eat AALLL MY FOOD O_O and and O_O gah x_X so I gave it to my bro and sis XD lets see if they get sick, well uh my bro was just sick so...&gt;_&gt; but it was a cold. How did it mutate from him to me into a stomach disease thing? &gt;_&gt; Look what happens when I think my immune system kicks ath. And I've been having freaky ass dreams ever since I've been sleeping on the couch XD I thought I was a power ranger but it turned out my bro was watching it and it some how squirmed into my dream. Gah, going blurry everything blacjk whoa okei i'm gonna go do hw. Want to play DDR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But! on the lighter note! Me and Jessi worked things out...I think...well..it was a lot better than yesterday. It had a lot of bitching, but I deserved it. Yep, don't I always? argh dense desne me. My head was really sore too so I was trying to say stuff back and I'd have it in my head but then it'd start pounding so I had to stop thinking and whoa @_@ brain damage there. So now we're good ol friends and if she gets bored she can talk to me cuz I...spice...life...up...with...my..........I spice life up! sorta. I dunno, hahaa, but I'm glad. and i gotta go do my hw now for real this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arin blogged at some faint dark time during the night but all is blurry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85716633?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85716633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85716633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85716633' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85571012</id><published>2002-12-05T16:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T14:10:38.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everyone's been putting up a list, so I figured I might as well too. Wee, conforming to society! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Punk Band shirts from Hot Topics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Funny saying shirts from Pac Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Any clothes item in general that I LIKE. Lets not get funny with tutus and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Spikerz hair gel. Color- Shift Iridescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Money. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Guitar Tuner. Fifteen bucks at Harry's. I really need one. hint hint. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Electric strings (NICE ONES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Dashboard Confessional CD -The places you have come to fear the most-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Avril Lavigne CD -Let go-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Simple Plan -no pads, no helmets &lt;b&gt;just balls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Don't get me a present, so I won't have to spend money on you. So in other words, that's money for me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's about all I can think of. Hahaa, christmas isnt' really a big thing in my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;School was all right. In econ, Celia started tearing cuz she was angry at Mrs. Choi for making her go up to the board and "make a fool of herself" cuz she couldn't sit down when she messed up on the graph. Personally, that's a stupid reason to tear up. Sure, you might get angry or something, but every one of us looked stupid up there at one point or another and to get red faced and teary eyed is just plain silly in the negative connotation. Ah, I still had sympathy for her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In religion we had a pretty easy unit test, hahaa rock on mr. d. Not much to say about that class except I got my homework for english done. XD I must say, when we get to do what we want, and not that group activity shiz, that class is fun! XD Speaking of which, we had to get together and plan out our wedding. Hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;English...we had presentations. =D I did good! or I think I did hahaa, cuz I knew what I was talking about and I didn't have to look at the textbook! O_O! WOOPYYY!! I also ate a cheeseburger and drank vanilla coke cuz I was feeling out of it. @_@ I wonder why...hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In physics, I studied for Japanese. buahaha. The test was hard @_@!! egads! I didnt' know all my vocab so I was guessing for SIX of  them!! BAH!! grrr!! Ah well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  All righty, that's my latest and newest update that isn't a quiz! G nite folks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arin blogged&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85571012?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85571012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85571012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85571012' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85260579</id><published>2002-11-29T07:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T07:37:13.353-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was all right. I ate turkey. I ate stuffing. I feel like fat bastard. XD OH YEAH GET IN MAH BELLEH. I miss Jessi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85260579?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85260579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85260579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85260579' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-85146857</id><published>2002-11-26T19:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T19:19:07.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arin Toran, you are most like &lt;b&gt;Han Solo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't going to let you get all the credit and take all the reward." While these may sound like the words of a mercenary, it's really the sentiments of a reluctant hero. You have a lot in common with Han Solo, the sarcastic soldier of fortune turned rebel pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you call confidence, others may call ego, but you don't care. You and those close to you know that inside the arrogant exterior is a loyal and selfless friend. After all, a pirate needs to maintain a certain reputation. When it comes to adventure, there's little you haven't done. Whether it's jumping out of a plane or charging the whitewater of the mountains, your courageous spirit yearns for another rush. And while your quests may sometimes have a reckless edge to them, you maintain a cool head through it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what Star Wars maniac you are?! Click &lt;a href="http://www.emode.com/tests/starwars/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst....Tash got Yoda...XD ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin feels the force...and it is long. Urh....--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-85146857?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85146857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/85146857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85146857' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-84979833</id><published>2002-11-23T10:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T12:24:18.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really not looking forward to the next week or so...well, maybe cuz of Thanksgiving but besides that .... no nothing good. My uncle is back, that's kuol. He said I look better. My aunty is a different story. Bah. Forget her. I can't wait for thanksgiving! Wee! XD Food food and more food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.the-stargazer.com/images/crman.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-stargazer.com/fashion.html" target=_new&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;What &lt;br /&gt;kind of clothes should I be wearing?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.the-stargazer.com" target="_blank"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-84979833?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84979833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84979833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84979833' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-84864293</id><published>2002-11-21T01:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T01:19:07.310-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;All right. I got two results depending on this one question I chose different answers on cuz I couldn't make up my mind. Hahaa. So first we have...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666"size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anime1.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Creepy/Setsuna.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bitter emotion motivates you to seek revenge...and carry it out&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="_blank"&gt;What character from a creepy anime are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://anime1.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Creepy/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666"size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anime1.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Creepy/PoomPoom.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;..what a creepy kid&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="_blank"&gt;What character from a creepy anime are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://anime1.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Creepy/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Yeah that is a creepy kid...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arin Quiz-ed at 1:17 a.m. Don't ask why so late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-84864293?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84864293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84864293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84864293' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-84849260</id><published>2002-11-20T17:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T17:19:06.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not even going to BOTHER about my day. I shoulda just gone with Tash and hung out. Sigh. I was looking forward to it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-84849260?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84849260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84849260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84849260' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-84796761</id><published>2002-11-19T17:50:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T17:50:59.600-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huah. Tomorrow is my big chem teaching day hahaa. Jessi hasn't been getting chem so I'm gonna attempt to teach her. Hey, I can do it. Shuddap! I even borrowed a book from Mrs. Rochelow...tho that's not how you spell her name. Hahaa. Woo. I am amped bebi yeah. What else? School was all right. Uhhh...english was fun....grading those essays. Hahahahahaa. I still can't believe that last one! I didn't even read it! I should've tho...bah! I can't believe that was the two! I think she purposely called me becuz I wouldn't be able to find any evidence for why our group rated it a five...and I didn't. XD I was like...uuhhh....uhmm....I have no idea why this is a five. It was kuol tho. Damn last essays. Hahaa, aight, I gotta go. Ciao all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arin blogged- finally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-84796761?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84796761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84796761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84796761' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-84746241</id><published>2002-11-18T18:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T18:53:02.500-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the huge post down cuz...it was huge. XD And it made my page stretch forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-84746241?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84746241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84746241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84746241' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-84628900</id><published>2002-11-16T08:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T11:29:44.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I took a Hogwarts quiz and got this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://onewaystreet.nu/hp/hat"&gt;&lt;img src="http://onewaystreet.nu/hp/hat/images/gryffindor.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://onewaystreet.nu/hp/hat"&gt;Where do YOU belong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it, you're a legitimate Gryffindor. What more is there to say...you're brave and chivalrous and an all around spiffy kind of individual. Ummm...Harry Potter's in your house, that's gotta be good right? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since I hate Harry Potter and besides, we all know that I rock at being this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://onewaystreet.nu/hp/hat"&gt;&lt;img src="http://onewaystreet.nu/hp/hat/images/slytherin.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://onewaystreet.nu/hp/hat"&gt;Where do YOU belong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it, you're a legitimate Slytherin. Now don't worry, you're not necessarily evil, maybe just a bit power hungry. You're ambitious, resourceful, and you know what you want...just make sure you use all those valuable assets of yours for the greater good ;) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arin quizzed and conquered -I think- at 10 a.m. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-84628900?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84628900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84628900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84628900' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-84341150</id><published>2002-11-10T16:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T23:25:16.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since my brother is hogging the bathroom and I can't use it, I figured I'd blog and see if I could get my mind of...other things. Tinkle tinkle little star...AAHHHHHH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today was my brother's b day. Want to know something oh so schnazzy? Sure you do, or else you wouldn't read this and just skip down to the next para. ----HEY! BACK HERE! HELLO?! Yeah, so this schnazzy thing. My bro's b day is Nov. 10. My sis' b day is Nov. 20...and MY B DAY IS...no o_o not Nov. 30. It's June 30. STILL SCHNAZZY THOUGH, EH?! BEAT THAT! And Vicky's a dork. e_E!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; JESSIII WHERE ARE YOOUUUU?! T_T okei so uh where was I? Oh yeah. So we went to that resturant but I don't like the food. First off, my japanese resturant makes WAY better sushi. Their ginger chicken isn't as good as the ginger chicken from Legend Seafood Resturant in downtown. As a matter of fact, it sucked. Compared to the LGR chicken of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I always ramble, Ms. O Kelly tells me I should stop rambling when I right. SO, we dressed all fancy. Or I did. Well uh. Fancier than usual. I wore my Diesel beige/goldish sweater *I pizza love this sweater.* and black slacks with my vans shoes, because my leather shoes are at my other house. And my mom dressed really nice, but of course all she has are designer clothes, and she's good looking anyway, so even if you dumped ripped up hippie jeans and a short midriff cut up hanes cotton shirt she'd still look like a million bucks. My dad wore his beige Polo Ralph shirt and jeans uh HE COPIED ME. And then you have my sister. The more...creative one in the family. She wore this black, red, white checkered plaid skirt and this beige flowery spotted old lady looking thin clothed, quarter sleeve shirt. The first thing I said when I saw her was, "...sister isn't matching." Of course, my mom gave me a look and I just pretended that my sister's color coordination was normal. My brother wore...this blue and white tie dye shirt. Lovely. Gap I think. Who knows. He's too ....horizontally challenged. I wonder what happened to my sis and bro. They're the only fa---uh...horizontally challenged members in my family BUT my brother is worse than my sis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we finally got there, and pssst, my dad didnt' tip that valet parker either. We go in, we eat. The food isn't as up to reputation as I would have pictured. My sister ordered this weird strawberry drink, and when I tasted it, it tasted fuzzy and tingly like alcohol so I asked my mom and she drank it. And she's all...this tastes weird...but it's not alcoholic. I swear to god I bet the stupid people working there slipped some vodka in or something. So I drank it cuz I finished off my fruit punch and my sister refused to drink it. Wee! Leftovers! Uh, I ate three plates of food. Not stacked on each other cuz I like to keep the different foods seperated. There was caesar salad, ginger chicken, raw salmon meat paralax or something, some weird imitation of a McDonald's breakfast biscuit sandwhich, sushi -it wasn't great. and old ladies kept stealing on the sauce- uuhhh raw octopus, fruits, and that's it I think. Oh wait. Shrimp and uhm olives - i pizza luv olives too! mmmm- I can't remember the rest. I didn't eat any desserts cuz right when I picked up the plate and presumed to hand pick me some good eating, my self conscious reminded me that I ate a lot already and I would have to work it all off later. So of course, I set it down. Yeah, hard to believe. It was that strange custard tart fruits on top thing I pizza luv too. Go me! XD I'm so proud. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; then we went home. I don't feel like writing more on that, and where is Jessi? X_X Aahhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; oh yeah! Harry Potter comes out again! I was walking with my mom at alaz, and I told her, and she's like o_o Again? *shaking head* and I'm all yeah! And me and my friends are gonna dress as members of the different houses. &lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;SLYTHERIN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; And what's good is that I have a green collared shirt too! I lost my black tie tho. ;__;! I liked that tie too! It was so schnazzy! Now I have to get another tie. Bah. I couldn't find it at the other house. Where in the heck did it go? And my mom bought me black pants to go with my costume stuff. XD I love my mom. ^_^ She's so kuol, not like my dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; all right, that's it. I'm gonna go cook dinner for my bro and sis. I can't believe they're hungry. I'm still full. And I was filling out my bros' application for Iolani next year and I accidentally put "Jessi" instead of "Jesse" XD! Sshhh you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arin seeking Jessi @ 4:46 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-84341150?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84341150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/84341150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84341150' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83999443</id><published>2002-11-04T01:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T01:59:50.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a dandy being back here, really it is. So today -pool- Jessi whomped my five times! then I got her back XD wee! Hrm. Anything else? Oh yes. I have been working on my site, just a bit. I finished the pic section but...I'm too lazy to upload stuff and change the references. XD Or as Jessi would say "you lazy bum" XD Lovely isn't it? hahaa. I've been saying that a lot lately. Lovely isn't it? Sounds dandy. &lt;p&gt;So uh halloween. Never believe this folks, but Halloween was on a thursday, which happens to be trash day. har har, guess who takes it out? But anyway, the garbage truck comes by, and you know how they lift up the stuff to dump stuff in....the stuff? Yeah well, when they did that, the ..stuff...snagged my CABLE and TELEPHONE wires...the main ones that run to those wood poles outside on the sidewalks and have a bajillion staples stuck in them cuz everyone posts ads and stuff? Yeah, so that one got caught and the damn dumpster truck RIPPED IT! I was so pissed! I stood in the middle of the road, pulling on the fricken lines and trying to tape it back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, once I got it in my head that I would cause traffic, and that the line was much too short to connect six feet from the ground, I grumbled and went on a rampage kicking basketballs to the next door hotel XD then going to the parking lot and getting it back and kicking it all over again AND THEN I took a baseball bat and started beating the shit out of mother nature XD and bitched at God XD about how shit always happens to me AND NOT ANYONE ELSE I KNOW. Then I realized how reltarded I was acting and ...almost apologized o.o tho I know I'm going to hell anyway so....nah, hahaa. I'M REALLY A GOOD KID, HONESTLY! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I mention my entire week is haywire? Dashboard Confessional is coming! You know the kuol dude that plays the guitar...like John Mayer but he's...*whispers* better...and so Christine called me and she sounds so happy and she's all SO ARE YOU COMING? and I'm all huh? And she says *happy tone* THE CONCERT! I BOUGHT THE TICKETS! Me: Oh yeah, when is it? This friday? *pause* it's tuesday. Me: O_O!! TUESDAY?! and I didn't ask my mom XD so I'll go ask and call her back but I'd buy the ticket from her anyway and keep it as a souvenir XD and tomorrow, monday! Iris' b day party XD I still never got her a present! Lmao. I'm horrible. And I dont even know if I can go to that either! Guess why? That's right. I DIDN'T ASK MY MOM! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And on friday is when Harry Potter comes out so Amatsu was going ballistic on me -AND YOU KNOW YOU WERE- XD cuz I said I might not come and then I got a lecture XD "WELL YOU HAVE TO WE MADE A PACT! LAST YEAR! WE CANT WATCH HP WITHOUT YOU blah blah blah oh yeah we just need you to ride us there" and so I said I would probably end up ditching school that day XD and then pick them up and go to the movies. Oh yeah, guess what? I DIDN'T ASK MY MOM ABOUT THAT EITHER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I'M BROKE ASS RIGHT NOW cuz the DC tickets cost TWENTY and then Iris' b day present! THAT I DIDNT GET YET! And then the hp tickets and gah, I don't have a job you know I just ask my mom but come on asking THREE TIMES in ONE WEEK IS SUICIDE! MY MOM WOULD KILL ME! and considering how the last time i went some where she only gave me fifteen dollars -_- I cant even remember when that was, only that she gave me fifteen bucks -_- gah not only is school stressing but o.x THIS BETTER BE WORTH IT. Quite frankly I've developed this hatred towards Harry Potter. Damn him. Mr. Do Gooder bah! Personally they should have spells to stick wands up people's asses. I hate Harry Potter. But I like the books. SLYTHERINS BEBI! hiss hiss snip snap bite poison buahahaha. Whoa. Calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and Jessi hunny =D I was too tired to retype everything in your email XD cuz I sent it, and then I thought Hm blog time and then I remembered how stressed I really am XD the weekend does that to you. @_@ Been so off these days. So I'm guessing you're gonna read this. Huah. Que Pasa? &gt;_&gt; who got me pasta? No? Okei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin. Is. Weird. er. Than. You. Are. Ha. Haa.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83999443?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83999443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83999443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83999443' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83755102</id><published>2002-10-29T19:10:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T01:38:59.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Went working out with Jay and Jac around 6 got home and my mom is saying to my dad "When you come home there's always food on the table, but I go out for a little bit and when I come home there's nothing to eat!" hahaa, my dad was on my comp -_- bah to him. I password protected my stuff now, hahaa. And...I think I'm going to start a countdown. I am. So far it's two days out of a month. Don't ask what the countdown is for. Two days...bah, so much more to go. @_@ How will I survive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin blogged the blog at 7:07 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83755102?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83755102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83755102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83755102' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83701818</id><published>2002-10-28T19:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T23:35:16.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;I LOVE JESSI!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DO YOU HEAR ME WORLD? I'M IN LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; and it feels good hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin and Jessi--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83701818?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83701818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83701818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83701818' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83667734</id><published>2002-10-28T06:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T06:28:52.950-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, this whole weekend has been...somewhat insightful..enlightening...almost. Jessi was really angry at me for not buckling up, and I fear her more than the law only cuz I don't wanna lose her and I was suprised at how upset she was and that made me more upset at myself...all in all...it was sweet too...almost...hahaa, I don't know. But I do know that seat belts can strap me anytime. Hm, so then things were a little shaky, we went deeper than we've been since we started going back out...it was almost like unfamiliar territory...I knew what I was suppose to be doing, but I wasn't sure how to do it...hmm like when you're training for war. You know what you're suppose to do, but when you go out to the actual thing it's a lot more frantic then it was in training. Of course we worked it out before she had to go to bed... ^_^ and O_O I went to the kapolei carnival XD IT SUCKED it was at some abandoned park, and it was dusty and bah, the dust went all over your food, the rides..well, they were okei. &gt;_&gt; I didn't ride on any tho, but I did win this nifty spongebob character hahaa. With one try too! I was like hmmm *throws* *BAM!* WHOAAA O_O!!!! and these old people that were playing were like O_O!!! cuz they were right next to me, and had been trying for the longest time XD hahaa that was kuol cuz the lady was like O_O CAN I GIVE YOU MY DOLLAR? and I was gonna give them the spongebob cuz I dont keep my dolls that I win, but then I decided not to so I just smiled and walked away. =D Incognito, bebi. Uuhh yeah. Anyway uh I better go. Yes, better go. Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin dippy do da-ed away at 6: 27 a.m. --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83667734?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83667734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83667734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83667734' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83566918</id><published>2002-10-26T11:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T07:29:57.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mondracon/quizzes/Which%20Magical%20Order%20Are%20You%20In%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033054223_E4Weborder-techno2.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;You are a Technologist. You may not have any magic --but you either don't want or need it. Whether you are a spear-throwing Barbarian, an Imperial Mechanist or even a humble Tailor you build what you need, rely on your own strength and follow your own path. You are happy doing your own thing and thinking your own way. You are extremely self-reliant and have a hard time trusting others.&lt;br /&gt;Which Magical Order Are You In?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83566918?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83566918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83566918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83566918' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83542543</id><published>2002-10-25T19:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T23:33:55.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to mall. Changed clothes. Wore my short sleeve button up mellow &lt;font color="#9BE56A"&gt; green shirt &lt;/font&gt; kinda like that color. Had lots of fun cruizin' with my friends. Went to the mall. Got some stuff. Every flavored jelly beans. Mmm grass. Bougers don't taste like bougers. Black pepper has a nasty after taste of...pepper. Sardines taste worse than the actual thing. Who would've thunk that was possible? And Vomit....taste...horridly...most retchedly....like vomit..even the smell. You can smell it in your mouth. Nastiest taste..ever. How on earth did they make it? I hope not with the real thing. Now picture me and aurra eating jelly bean. Lots of choking. Lots of Ah Help me open the window must spit out. Lots of laughing. Red hot chilli peppers music playing. Fun. Laughing. Choking. Coughing. Eyes getting watery cuz of after taste. Street Light. On red. Didn't stop. Car accident...stupid toyotas are cheap ass cars. Fuck the fucking company. Who the fuck makes cars with the fender and bumper together? Fuck. Penny's front head lamp smashed. Glass on the floor. Ran in the road and kept a huge chunk as a souvenir. Much distress. Guilt. Tons. Stupid asian man in a rug store. Comes out and tells us it's a no parking zone after asking us if we were the ones who caused the accident. Fucker. Die. I see you in hell. And then I will give you a wedgie and stick a flaming charcoal up your ass. Bad feelings. Penny gives report. Has to replace the entire bumper and fender part cuz it's connected and the fender cracked which caused the bumper to part way fall off. Dammit. Fucking toyotas. Must blame someone besides myself. The guilt...the guilt. Asian man. I hate him. Must remembe to throw a rock in that rug store. Asshole. No parking zone. Fuck. Ah the guilt. The shock. The pain. The souvenir. Cha ching. Uh. Bus ride back. Chaffeur calling. Where are you? The bus. I'm waiting outside the mall. Sorry, I felt like taking the bus. Okei. Bye. Click. Hi mom. Kiss. Wash dishes. Yeah. Sweep the house. Yeah. It's 5 30. Yeah. I didn't buckle. I didn't buckle. I didn't buckle! I was sitting in the middle. Could've flown right out and crashed into the windshield and died! Died dammit. I can't die. I have a hunny to love! I have a white boy's ass to kick! Not dying, not yet. Stupid toyotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin blogged incoherently. Hopes you get it.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; WEAR YOUR SEATBELT...it will save your life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83542543?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83542543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83542543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83542543' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83500795</id><published>2002-10-24T20:23:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T23:13:12.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hahaa, today was an awesome day, mostly cuz of Jessi. =P school sucked, all my classes were full on boring except for english cuz I just rock in english. Too bad it's the only subject I have a natural gift for. Ah, better than none right? hahaa, and I'm tired, I went to work out with jay later than usual...around 7 30 and I had to drive cuz my mom didn't feel like taking me...and I dont' have my license! ah ha ha suckers. XP Wha? Who said that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, before I forget, I have a correction to make. Vicky LEE blocked me. o_o Damn her. Vicky Chao is actually the nicest Vicky I know,maybe even nicest chinese if I didn't know so many...hawaii is asian breeding ground XD and we exchange wits but I usually end up losing by making fun of myself cuz there's no point in trying to defeat girls that are apparently smarter than you. Which reminds me. Check out her site. It is awesome. Yeah, I could do that too, it'd just take me longer. =P And I'm not as creative as that hahaa, my site is gonna be like me. Weird. Confusing. But there. Boum shakka lakka. Dude, I forgot the link, hahaa okei it's right over ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/va3/chichichao/" target="new"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt; it opens in a new window, in case you don't wanna exit my blog just yet (hint?) I like her layout. I have no idea how she does it...the coming up with the design that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; So anyway, uh today sucked. I'm getting a 3.8 Woo, hahaa, I actually thought I'd be getting worse then that, but by my lucky stars, I'm getting a B in calculus...that is just...I'm so proud of myself. I would like to thank my hunny ;__; for motivating me do all my hw becuz I'm suppose to be good and not do drugs or else she'll bitchslap me, which is fine by me. Hahaa, yeah. Bitchslap=lovin' hahaa uuhh right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna go to the mall so I can get a bunch of those white cotton shirts that come in those plastic wrapped packs so I can then go and buy that special paper thing for the printer where you can print out stuff and stick em on the shirts, and to mail Jessi's stuff. hahaa and i had to get my shirt sayings 100% Jessi approved. hahaa, I'm weird. I think that's cute. What's wrong with me? Everything about her is cute. Dammit. Be normal. Hahaa, ah well good to know she's watching out for me, cuz come on if she didn't care I'd probably wear a "Look down and see what's up" shirt but she does and it's a good thing to be in love with someone who cares, right? To be? or not to be? Maybe virtual reality? Hahaa, that was on some comic strip from english. Okei, this is MY blog, so I can get as sidetracked as I want. I love my hunny, she's sweetness to the maxness. Mmm. if it wasn't for her I'd be soaked in my own depression and left out to dry on an abandoned clothes line with nothing holding me up but my fear of death. Today was a depressing day..hahaa, she made me forget about it but I'm gonna see if I can make you all depressed by retelling it although you're probably just skimming through this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my day was boring, stupid HTML class was boring cuz the aim express doesn't work. Bah. I got in the car, my mom threw a bunch of my brother's books at me. Hi mom, love you too, I do, just uh what's with the textbooks? Turns out my brother hasn't been doing his hw and I've been signing his homework saying he has and my mom was angry and she said very nasty-ly "thanks for helping me out" ouch. Isn't it the thought that counts? I didn't want him waking her up. Sheesh. So I was a tad disheartened and the stupid car ride was longer than usual cuz an ambulance came so we had to pull over and there's traffic too which makes it worse. Joy. So now this is me, sad, in the car, with the person that made me sad, and I'm debating all these things -how I trusted my younger brother, I just wanted to help out, throwing is not nice, my mom would've signed it anyway without having my brother show her his hw cuz I asked and if she asked it obviously wouldn't make any difference cuz my brother is a lying two bit no good fat ass....right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then I go home, wash the dishes, make sure the house looks decent and I'm feeling bah then I come online and BAM! Jessi goes HEEEEEEEY ^__^ hahahaa and it's so cute cuz hahaa I dunno, hard to explain but it's cute cuz right when I open up an im to talk to her she always manages to do it before me so then I get happy again ^_^ and then ^_^ the rest of the day is good ^_^ but I ruined it x.x go me x.x but it was still good ^_^ hahaa, she's a hotcha senorita, sweet but not so sweet I'd feel like smacking her, she's got a mind of her own, mmm individualism, she won't let me call her mine unless we're in one of our moments, if she doesn't like something, she tells me instead of making me wonder what it was that I did wrong, but I usually know...it's my spider senses...hahaa, AND yes there's more, if I go nuts - there are days when I feel stressed or...moody- and I've got to express it on someone and so I do it on her cuz I know she's gonna set me straight and she always does and I can depend on her to bring on the smackdown. Sometimes that's what I need. Or else I go on some crazy tangent. She's not utterly stupid but not overly smart that I'd feel stupid all the time when I'm around her...maybe just most of the time? (maybe that's why 95% substance, 5% brick wall? duhr duhr) she's got a good sense of humor hahaa speaking of which she told me all these pick up lines I'm never going to use XD! "Screw me if i'm wrong but don't you want to kiss me?" XD kick ath! XD hahaa so where was I? She's damn hell ya sexy fine looken! which is always a plus even tho I know looks shouldn't count. She's shorter than me, hahaa. =P by a head. Jk. Whoa what head? Uh. She knows spanish! XD! hahaa, si senorita...and that's about the limit of my bilingual abilities. No, I can say more but uuhh ...shhh. She's not skinny, not overly massive tho I love her so much, I really wouldn't care (cuz I'd make her work out with me? hahahaa.) Yeah, so watch out. Roar. Did I mention that she makes my day everyday? Before, when I got mad, I would sign off and...no, bad me, that wasn't the nicest thing to do, but she knew when I'd come back (which she told me was an hour) and by golly, she was always there. I have no idea how she does it...she's always there for me...even when I'm not online, or have my net taken away...can you imagine that? Not seeing someone you're strongly connected to, someone you love...for more than two months? not knowing where they are, or what they're doing, losing hope and faith and sinking and sinking into despair...I've done worse things...like forgetting our one year anniversary...I'm suprised she didn't break up with me right when I got back...she's really strong you know? Amazing...it makes me ashamed of myself. That doesn't happen a lot becuz I have a lot of pride...but I feel ashamed cuz I know she could get better, and then there's me hahaa, ah well, she's stuck with me, buahahaha. Yeah, she loves me too, hahaa, connected by arm and heart? You betcha. Look at me going on...but really, what can I say? She's everything I ever wanted...and what makes her perfect is she's mine. Hahaa, yeah, she's mine. Even if she won't admit it. To the Bitchmobile! XD Sorry, all the seats are taken. Got feet? Go walk. Hahaa, well I better get going on my homework or doing something productive so my mom doesn't get itchy panties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin left this for a reason--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me&lt;br /&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;But did you know&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and&lt;br /&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;Bebi,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;And now that your rose is is in bloom. &lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much inside.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;......you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain, bebi&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny... &lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, bebi?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;But did you know&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large&lt;br /&gt;and the light that you shine can be seen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;Bebi&lt;br /&gt;I've been... kissed from a rose on the grave.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels&lt;br /&gt;stranger it feels...yeah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom. &lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;I've been kissed by a rose &lt;br /&gt;...been kissed by a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;And if I should fall, at all&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;......you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, bebi?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;But did you know&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large&lt;br /&gt;and the light that you shine can be seen...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave&lt;br /&gt;I've...been kissed from a rose on the grave. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;Stranger it feels, yeah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2086C7"&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom &lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83500795?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83500795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83500795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83500795' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83389280</id><published>2002-10-22T18:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T18:41:31.583-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagearts.ryerson.ca/nparker/siriusquiz.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What Marauder are &lt;a href="http://imagearts.ryerson.ca/nparker/marauders.html"&gt;you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Created by &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=legomyelfboy"&gt;&lt;img height="17" border="0" src="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif" align="absmiddle" width="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/legomyelfboy/"&gt;legomyelfboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with help from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=goleafsgo"&gt;&lt;img height="17" border="0" src="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif" align="absmiddle" width="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/goleafsgo/"&gt;goleafsgo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okei, I don't know about the hair going on there...but I do that eyebrow thing a lot. XD &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83389280?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83389280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83389280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83389280' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83341054</id><published>2002-10-21T21:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T21:15:00.910-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was a good day =D hahaa, I had this really kuol dream! but you don't have to know! And what else? Oh yes, I think I got my knack back! Cuz for some odd reason, Jessi was having a bad day, either that or she was mad at me but anyway when she feels all down she tends to use the zombie face a lot ---&gt; o_o and it has come to the point where I hate that face very much but ah so the point is O_O I was able to make her happy! O_O WOO! XD cuz before she'd get down and then I'd get down and then we'd both get depressed at each other and before you knew it, we were in some stupid fight O_O BUT NOT THIS TIME -said the prince to the monster. For I shall conquer this sinking rock and catch it before the sand at the bottom is disturbed. O_O! BUahahaha! and ...can you tell I'm proud of myself. =D XD and XD Vicky, retlard, not Vicky Lee o_o she blocked me. I don't like her. o_o So anyway, retlard &gt;_&gt; got all crazy on me e_E cuz some guy she met at camp mailed her a letter and hahaa, it was cute, but yeeaah, he lives in canada XD Life is great. XD so anyway I got a whooole bunch of worthless religion video reflection papers to b.s. on before the quarter grades are turned in XD! laters all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin dilly dally ho-ed outta hea at 9:11 p.m. after reading a chapter of Harry Potter: The Goblet of Fire--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Iiiiiiii beeeelieeeeeve, that you are my everything, and everything I need...don't cry for us tonight. Don't cry it'll be all right. If I could, I'd be by your side. So don't cryyy for uuus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cry for us" - some band whose name has slipped me for the moment but ask and I shall look it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83341054?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83341054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83341054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83341054' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83286111</id><published>2002-10-20T20:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T21:08:36.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an okei day. Hmm, no, actually it fluctuated. So I did the normal stuff that I do everyday and then I had this interesting convo with Vicky about how annoying it is when you ask someone a question and then they go huh? and then you have the question halfway off your tongue, feeling irritated that you have to say it again, when the person tells you the answer. Doesn't that just tick you off? It's a waste of breath, if I must say so myself. Hmm, I tried working on the new site i'm...working on, but I had to help my dad set up the buddha shrine and then clean up the house and woo what fun. So &lt;_&lt; I come back like half an hour later o_o and Vicky o_o being the o_o oh so clever person she thinks she is, has signed off of her sn thinking she has fooled me. &gt;_&gt;! Ah ha. But I just checked my buddy list and XD she was on her other sn. Yeah, it's those little things like when you outsmart this younger person who is way smarter than you only becuz you're so damn lazy (so I like to think) and....where was I? Oh yes, so it's when you outsmart someone smarter than you that you feel oh so proud...XD even if it was something trivial like that. So that got me up a bit. Hahaa, woo. And then I pondered about the layout for my site. And uh that composed my day...did i mention hw? &gt;_&gt;; no okei, that too. Yeah, life kicks ath! And I feel really drained out, dude. o_O Whoa, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin hoorah!-ed at 8 49 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83286111?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83286111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83286111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83286111' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83228996</id><published>2002-10-19T13:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T22:18:36.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More quizzes. Oh the joy of quizzes and spelling questions wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.com/romantic.jpg" alt="romantic kisser" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;You Are A Romantic Kisser!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/kissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Do *You* Kiss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/couplandesque/quizzes/slater.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/couplandesque/quizzes/sbtb.htm"&gt;Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83228996?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83228996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83228996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83228996' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83225028</id><published>2002-10-19T11:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T11:02:48.120-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost eleven a.m. and already I have experienced a life-shaking revelation. No, not the one I wrote about in my english paper with the angel and what not. BUT this time it is a revelation that most flips under the age of thirteen who have not developed any attractive features WHAT SO EVER, nor do they seem to comprehend the adding and subtracting of negative numbers, where was I? Oh yes. These people...little...junior highers....are *looks at the script* damn oompa loompas crap out poo in the shape of pages o_o You can't even read the damn poo-colored writing o_o As long as no little girl named Vicky makes a page o_o. So basically, I had the huge misfortune of viewing a bunch of little kids' blogs....and damn them -_- damn them! ARGH! Little no good, dweeby, under-developed, fugly looken, social deficient, conspirical...alien-sighting-like-thing. BAH! BAAAH! ARGH! I have to admit...it was....SUCKY AS HELL. THEY ALL SUCK! THEY PROBABLY HAD ONE MASTER MIND ABOVE THE AGE OF FIFTEEN WHOM THEY PAID A WHOLE LOT OF MONEY TO GO AND DESIGN THEIR LAYOUTS! That has to be it. It is. For I say it is. And therefore it must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin revelated a rant at 11:02 a.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83225028?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83225028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83225028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83225028' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83223957</id><published>2002-10-19T10:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T10:27:46.940-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More quizzes =D! XD My life is full of answered questiosn that have no meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/gfx/waterele.jpg" width="252" height="177"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/ele/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Which Element Represents You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif" width="17" height="17" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;kefkafanatic&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet" target="_blank"&gt;mental insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83223957?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83223957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83223957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83223957' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-83209118</id><published>2002-10-19T00:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T00:54:47.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some fairly odd reason, Igs talked to me on Bri’s sn. Yeah, what’s he doing on her sn? Weirdo. Why do the weirdos randomly pick a name off their gf’s buddy list and start talking to them? Anyway. Yawn. It's late. I had this funny convo with Jennell, you all know her, this short little skiiinny, preppy chinese girl. Hahaa, it was funny. And here is what we talked about, yay. Sn is edited cuz I know some of you don't like her, and once you got her sn you'd go on a spam fest. XD BUT she is my buddy from sixth grade till now which is a lot longer than most of you so deal yo. stuff might look weird cuz I was too lazy to close all the tags. Much too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Ah, so we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: i thought you and jessi broke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Well we decided to give it another shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: cuz I'm too damn sexy dun cha know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: soooo sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hahaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: stop mocking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: ah. everyone keeps breaking up and getting back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: i can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: you just wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: well hm no wait cuz your guy is a sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: i'm a stubborn hard headed person and so is jessi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: so naturally we get stubborn and impulsively break up and come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: i'm stubborn and hard headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: but erik isn't so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: so naturally you get more power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: yeah i mean he'll be like "wtf is your problem?!?" and he'll get pissed and stuff but like he doesn't argue with me that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: who would dare to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: shiber me timbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: cause i think he knows that i would break up with him in a second if he even tried to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: or i just wouldn't talk to him and he'd like just apologize and like beg me to talk to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: ah you predict what will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: yeah it's happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: there goes the predicting part of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: like i got really pissed at him one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: for doing god knows what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: and then like i just didn't talk to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: oh dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: and a day or two later, he gave me an apology card that he made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: and he broke out in shakespeare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: it was sooo cute and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: I'm sorry I don't have cute lil stories like that to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: but when Jessi is mad, she brings on the smackdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hey she's probably like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hahahaa, probably, but she's haole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hmm.. bitchy chinese or bitchy haole... who'd win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: i bet i could take her easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: how tall is she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: hahaa she's 5 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: she's not small skinny kine like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: scratch &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/I&gt; idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: it's okei jennell ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;b&gt;jennell&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: i bet i could still take her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font name=times new roman&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;arin&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;: I'm not betting any money on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okei I'm tired, so I'm outta here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin ska-doodled like blue at 9:17 p.m.-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-83209118?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83209118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/83209118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83209118' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82994198</id><published>2002-10-14T16:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T16:45:43.933-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arty had a whoole bunch of quizzes. XD So I figured, eh what the hey. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/kawaii/quiz/x.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hamazaki.net/kawaii/quiz/sorata.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/kawaii/quiz/x.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Which X/1999 characters are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quiz made by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://hamazaki.net/kawaii/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chesa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Very Cheerful and Friendly to everyone, you're so open and honest to everyone around you. You can't hardly hate anyone and you're really love to jokes, unbelivable that you can be such a cheerful person. Life must be so good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SORATA! I ROCK! YEAH BEBI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.shounen-ai.org/dream/quiz/quizhiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;table width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;You are an extremely talented person and you are also brilliant. You are mature, charming, straight-forward and you worry about your friends when they're in trouble. You give great advice and you're probably one of the best friends someone can ever have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shounen-ai.org/dream/quiz" target="_blank"&gt;Which Gravitation Character Are YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the quiz at &lt;a href="http://www.shounen-ai.org/dream" target="_blank"&gt;Dare to Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Eh? Never watched, but he looks kuol, so that must be me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=gboytest"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="2" src="http://trowashrine.tvheaven.com/test/test_heero.jpg" width="288" height="216"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You are Heero Yuy. You are&lt;br /&gt;considered the Perfect Soldier and pretty much go through with missions as you&lt;br /&gt;are told or instinctly act on. You appear to be stone, but deep down there are&lt;br /&gt;emotions that help drive your actions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMAE O KOROSU! SHI-NEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.burmecia.net/doe/kusanagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shiyuu Kusanagi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're probably one of the nicest people around, treating everyone around you with equal displays of respect. You even respect the trees, and you can hear them speaking to you. When you make friends with someone, you protect them as best you can. You're a truly good person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://burmecia.net/doe/" target="_blank"&gt;Take the "Which Dragon Of Earth Are You!" test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;by &lt;A href="http://burmecia.net" target="_blank"&gt;Maduin&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://burmecia.net/reflections" target="_blank"&gt;Kira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know who that is...&gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center width=250&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font face=verdana font size=-1&gt; You're Ken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align=center valign=bottom&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.tasuki.com/test/ken.gif border=1&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign=top&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=-2&gt;&lt;BQ&gt;You're just the cute blushing and innocent average boy next-door. Despite owning a pair of razor sharp Wolverine-like claws you seem to feel guilty over what you do at your job (ya know, that...night job you're trying to convince yourself you *need* to be at) due to your extremely pure conscience! When you're not working in the shop, or running night-time errands you're most likely outside playing soccer, or teaching little kids to play... or even helping out a nun! &lt;/BQ&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align=center&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=-6&gt;&lt;B&gt;Which member of Weiß are *you*? Take the &lt;a href=http://www.tasuki.com/test/sfesurvey.cgi?weibkreuz&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO! AND THEY THOUGHT I'D GET YOUJI! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that enchante ending of a quiz, I shall depart and do my hw now. What fun. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82994198?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82994198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82994198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82994198' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82958207</id><published>2002-10-14T00:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T00:18:05.296-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, what a day what a day, hahaa, it was a pretty good one mind you. ^_^ Me and Jessi are doing just dandy ^_^! and...wow, I haven't used that word in a long time. I'm not gonna fill you in on everything tho, but XD stop before I get sentimental. So anyway, I didn't go watch the movie cuz the top reason so high it has no rating -I wanted to spend time with Jessi- okei so now we have 1. i forgot to ask my parents 2. i feared for my life if I did becuz my mom got sick from my bro and was being VERY itchy tho I blame her not 3. no one to take me 4. wasn't sure what time cuz everyone was arguing about it 5. i didn't really wanna go cuz I dunno, it was a dreary sunday 6. it would mean I had to spend money on something inefficient (damn ap econ! dammit!) and i ran out of reasons. Do you all know of my butt dance? No? Do you wanna know? No? Aw, that's too bad. Boutay boppin' bebi. Hahaa, and did you know Vicky blocked me on aim? Bah, hahaa, but then Arty told me to calm down and I was, I was just a little hurt that she did cuz I thought  things were going okei but eh, leave them be. Lets see I also downloaded the Kingdom Hearts two trailer! It's so kuol! The graphics...daaaamn, it was awesome! Such superiority! Playstation shall rule forever with squaresoft behind it! and DDR. =D XD JESSI GO PLAY KONAMIX WITH EMMA. XD Even without the pad XD just jump on the floor like me =D XD XD Sshh all of you I'm not that obsessed I swear! Even tho I'm so experienced I can do turns on songs I first play and kick flips and board switches (with arty! XD remember that time I almost kicked your head off? XD XD At fun factory? XD lmao XD ah those high school days ^_^;) does that sound obsessed? Hey I could do my boutay dance on it too if I wanted to be extreme XD omg XD and there was this time we were doing la senorita and arty did this little cha cha cha dance on it XD LMAO  so funny XD I miss DDR XD! dammit XD so anyway XD Hmm anything else...a lot of little things, dont wanna say, too insignificant and i'm draining my energy uh huuh okei I'm gonna leave now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82958207?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82958207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82958207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82958207' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82871430</id><published>2002-10-11T17:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T19:14:21.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been here in awhile. So anyway, today in the car while driving along the freeway there was this white truck in front of us and there was a table and under the table was a cute white dog, but then again...I think most dogs are cute so yeah right back on track, under the table a dog...and on the top of the table...strapped down onto it by rope...was....a...woman.....! Omg i know! she was tied down to the table! Nah, jk. There was a black warthog or something....it was dead. And my mom got so mad! she was yelling about how it's not right to kill things, tie them down and leave them in the sun and lol all right so maybe she was over dramatic just a bit but she did have a point. Hmm anything else happen today...we had a sub for html and calc...ms..massimono? I dunno, but she was really nice! I felt sorry for her cuz she seemed unable to control a class of seniors and most of us were really rude but eh it went pretty good. Class, that is. Hmm, what else. I hate thinking. My head hurts. And I don't even know when the stupid movie is gonna play! dammit, just pick a time! over a lawn! how insane is that? cuz amatsu's dad wants her to water the lawn and seriously now, they must have a huge lawn if she has to water it everyday. Plus she lives on the other side of the island doesn't make life any easier but eh just think, when we hit the mainland our perception of "a long drive" will change...woo. All right, I am tired. So later dayz, the bed calls. TAAASH YOU BETTER COME WITH US YOU NO GOOD COLLEGE FRESHMAN! Roar! I HAVE SENIOR AUTHORITY! XD hahaa riiight, anyway you better come! grrr! and gimme your phonen number I forgot it XD sshh you XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--arin boggled out duhr duhr--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82871430?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82871430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82871430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82871430' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82648948</id><published>2002-10-07T09:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T09:04:33.330-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the freakiest dream last night. I was at my old house and I was yelling the dickens out of my cousin cuz he wouldn't open the door for me and it was night out and I was scared of something coming to get me. So then it switched to some scene where I'm in a room with my bro and sis, and then we're still in a room, but now it's a different room with just me and my bro and my sis and...then my bro starts looking at something behind me, so I turn around to look and it's this friggen ghost! that looks just like St. Augustine or some holy lady like that. And I got freaked out and then she ...either went through the bed touching me or she went inside me. I don't know, I woke up and started looking around. Then I went to the kitchen to see what time it was...2:24...a.m. Damn. Scary nightmare. Well I did it. Instead of stealing net connection from MSN, I was cleaning out my room so I could move into it later instead of sleeping with my bro and I found this OOOOOLD AOL free trail disc where you can pay by phone bill! XD The other one I had it was the newer newest one which took off the phone bill option but this one had it so I was thinking "dear god let it work" XD and O_O IT DID! SO NOW I won't get booted off every ten minutes (stupid MSN) U_u! And! MY SISTER KICKED ME OUT OF HER ROOM! XD I thought it was funny hahaa, cuz yesterday or was it the day before? Well we were fighting about how she always makes it dirty and I hate recleaning rooms over and over so she told my mom to kick me out! And my mom was like &gt;_&gt;; well what the sister wants, she gets. And my sister was yelling IT'S MY ROOM AND I HAVE TO BE QUIET IN MY OWN ROOM?! and blah blah blah so we moved my bed...well my sister's bed CUZ SHE STOLE MY BED!! BAH! I had the big bed, bigger than a twin size...cuz that's a tad too small...what's after a twin? I think it was a queen size or something and so Fluffy was sitting on the bed and I didn't want Fluffy on MY BED and my sister got mad at me and I'm yelling WELL WHY DONT YOU PUT HER ON YOUR BED THEN?! And that's how our fight got started. XD! So then my sister is like FINE THIS BED IS MY BED! O_O AND MY MOM AGREED!!! X_X!! So then I had to get my sister's bed and move it in my bro's room. x_X And my room won't be ready for a while cuz I wanna decorate the walls with stuff XD Aniiime. XD And I'm going to make the wall a bookshelf by hammering sheets of wood horizontally to it woo hahaa. All righty,&lt;br /&gt; well I'm out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin out-ed--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82648948?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82648948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82648948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82648948' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82572869</id><published>2002-10-05T13:43:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T13:43:46.416-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.visibletears.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://quiz.visibletears.com/song/lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which song describes you the best?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82572869?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82572869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82572869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82572869' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82545641</id><published>2002-10-04T18:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T18:14:36.493-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.visibletears.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://quiz.visibletears.com/genre/alternative.gif" width="209" height="127"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which musicgenre fits to you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alterni to the ...money. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82545641?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82545641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82545641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82545641' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82495312</id><published>2002-10-03T16:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T16:01:27.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=zanarkand" target="_new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.direngrey.nu/select/ffx/kimahri.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Final Fantasy X personality test &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=zanarkand" target="_new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! by &lt;lj user=thingwraith&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wild. Like animal. Roar bebi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82495312?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82495312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82495312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82495312' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82494974</id><published>2002-10-03T15:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T15:52:52.140-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anime-doll.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anime-doll.com/etc/quiz/gojyo.jpg" alt="Which Saiyuki Boy are you?" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Saiyuki boy are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.anime-doll.com/etc/quiz/saiyuki.html"&gt;Saiyuki Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.anime-doll.com"&gt;anime-doll.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82494974?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82494974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82494974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82494974' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82453078</id><published>2002-10-02T18:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T18:56:27.450-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so happy. I need confetti. A pinyata. Pin the tail on the donkey! I DON'T KNOW BUT I'M HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82453078?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82453078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82453078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82453078' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82451680</id><published>2002-10-02T18:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T18:18:48.063-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg....I'm bad. X___X AAHHHHHH. I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad, I'M SOORRRYYY but she's irresistible! AAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin blarged and oh god save us all--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82451680?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82451680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82451680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82451680' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82440645</id><published>2002-10-02T14:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T14:09:00.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okei this page was taking way too long to load, so I got bachi-ed and decided to delete one really long post! Woo for you who bother to read it! Argh, the AP Econ mc was so fricken hard! Bah! Bah! Dammit! and HTML...tables are so...so...bah! and bah! and argh! and I got a cute pic of jessi in black and white...wooo hahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82440645?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82440645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82440645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82440645' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82370118</id><published>2002-10-01T06:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T06:14:40.053-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaa, okei, I was studying for my freaky ap econ test (mrs. choy makes it sound so hard -_-) so I didn't get a chance to update cuz I kept drifting in and out of sleep. hahaa, yeah weird. So yesterday, me and jessi talked and hahaa, it was a lot of fun and hm I guess we kinda came to turn for some things so we were asking each other questions and stuff &gt;_&gt; and I was passing the friend..boundary &lt;_&lt;;; and she got one wrong and so I told her she had to be my gf for a day XD I know I'm queer but it worked ah ha ha ha XD and okei my mom is home g2g XD XD i'll write more later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82370118?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82370118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82370118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82370118' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82247684</id><published>2002-09-28T11:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T11:45:05.233-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was talking to Vicky, cuz, yeah, I talk to her. Not Vicky Lee, Vicky Chao. &gt;_&gt; So I told her me and Jess broke up and she insisted on giving me a lecture about how I should move on and blah blah and here's the rest of the convo. &lt;_&lt; It was funny hahaa, and I don't feel like dedicating a new blog to transcripts so bare on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:06:35 AM): ANYWAYS o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:07:13 AM): Oh no, you finished too soon. &lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:07:14 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:07:16 AM): Anyways?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:07:22 AM): Okay the story goes like this &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:07:41 AM): I was dating someone before I left for Taiwan, did I tell you about this? o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:07:46 AM): No. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:07:47 AM): Do tell.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:08:17 AM): Okay, anyways, we only went on one date and then he just spams me with e-mail about how he had the greatest time of my life and I was all, okay, I can deal. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:08:44 AM): wait? &gt;_&gt; greatest time of his life...with you?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:08:47 AM): is this possible? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:08:58 AM): Yeah, we went out because his friend told me that he'd liked me for a super super long time so then I was like, fine o_o; And so he asked me and I was all, sure, why not, and he was pretty funny when the date started &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:09:20 AM): then what happened?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:10:03 AM): Later, you could tell that dating was obviously new to him and at first I thought he was joking around and I was like, okay, he'll EVENTUALLY put his arm around my shoulder instead of moving it back and forth like he's workig out or something o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:10:26 AM): lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:10:30 AM): maybe he was really nervous&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:10:57 AM): I was leaning against him &gt;_&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:11:14 AM): My like, head was next to his basically and I was just trying to get him to not be so nervous o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:11:18 AM): ...LMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:11:31 AM): omg XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:11:33 AM): BUT HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:11:34 AM): sorry XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:11:39 AM): UNTIL THE LAST FIVE MINUTES OF THE DAMN MOVIE o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:01 AM): What'd he do?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:01 AM): o.o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:12:08 AM): Then when it ended he jumped up all quick like and I was thinking, oh. Kay. o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:12:13 AM): He put his arm around my shoulder o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:12:21 AM): It took him all of the Sum of all Fears to do that &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:28 AM): ......lmao XD XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:32 AM): omg XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:41 AM): wait wait laughing too hard&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:42 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:49 AM): LLMMAAOOO XD XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:12:55 AM): okei so the point of this story was? XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:13:03 AM): Okay shuddup &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:13:05 AM): ANWYAYS&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:13:25 AM): He writes me all these e-mails about that being so great and w/e and I was thinking, okay, this is OBVIOUSLY new to him &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:13:37 AM): lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:13:47 AM): Doesn't he watch movies or pick anything up from shows? XD XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:13:49 AM): I was already thinking of telling him that another date wouldn't be good, but THEN he insures it &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:13:53 AM): BY TYPING o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:14:15 AM): At Worldgate, they have removeable armrests SO WE CAN DO YOU KNOW WHAT&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:14:19 AM): except without the caps o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:14:28 AM): .....O_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:14:31 AM): do what...? o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:14:36 AM): put his arm around her?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:14:37 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:14:37 AM): And I just spazzed out because I was not going to waste two hours of my life with some dork that my dumbass friend was stupid enough to set me up with &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:14:38 AM): wha?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:14:40 AM): LMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:14:51 AM): He didn't say anything else&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:14:53 AM): He just said&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:14:57 AM): "you know what"&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:15:10 AM): Oh god XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:15:12 AM): lmaaooo XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:15:18 AM): And I was like, freak, we used that term in like, what? 7th grade? o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:15:39 AM): If he had just basically said what was on his mind, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been as disgusted o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:15:51 AM): ANYWAYS o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:15:57 AM): So I call him up and I'm all &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:16:16 AM): Uh.. Jeff, I don't think we should keep on seeing each other &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:16:19 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:16:21 AM): Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:16:28 AM): And he's all&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:16:31 AM): Why?!?!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:17:20 AM): And I was thinking.. you desperate moron, just leave me alone &gt;_&lt;! But instead of saying that, I said.. Going to Taiwan for two months won't help the relationship grow, so I think it'd be best for the both of us if we just stayed friends. o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:17:56 AM): And then he was all quiet and then he goes, okay, I'll see you later then? And I was like, THAT'S IT? THAT'S IT? but I guess I was happy that he didn't spaz o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:18:07 AM): BUT THEN LATER.. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:18:16 AM): when he has time to think about it&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:18:36 AM): He starts sending me all these disturbing e-mails about the STUPIDEST things.. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:18:56 AM): ..like...?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:04 AM): He was all, Was I your first boyfriend? Why did we have to stay friends, why not enemies? What did you have a problem with? What was wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:06 AM): Etc etc o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:16 AM): And I got freaked out so I called up my friend and told him everything &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:17 AM): o_o He's a sad little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:22 AM): See now I DON'T DO THAT TO JESSI&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:22 AM): And he told the guy to stop being such a cock &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:24 AM): I just said&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:27 AM): okei you did it last time&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:28 AM): so I'll do it&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:33 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:36 AM): cock? XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:38 AM): AND THEN &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:19:40 AM): the fighting chicken kind? XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:43 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:44 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:19:47 AM): AND THEN&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:20:04 AM): I get back from Taiwan after having put his e-mail address on my block list o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:20:23 AM): And he IMs me and tries to have a conversation about the most random things, like what airplane I rode o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:20:45 AM): And I really didn't want to talk to him so I just gave him all these one word answers like, yes, no, maybe, sure, uh huh and then I just stopped replying overall o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:20:58 AM): You're such a heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:20:59 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:21:01 AM): Then like, 20 minutes later he IMs me this HUGEass apology speech about how much of a moron he was &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:21:07 AM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:21:18 AM): And I was thinking, GET OVER IT YOU SPAZ, IT'S BEEN 2 MONTHS o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:21:32 AM): it's only yesterday since Jessi and I broke up. o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:21:34 AM): And when I didn't reply he goes, my mom is calling me, I gotta go now&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:21:36 AM): And I was like &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:21:56 AM): ...&lt;_&lt; ah.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:22:03 AM): So the lesson learned is to not spaz so much? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:22:24 AM): No &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:22:37 AM): Dammit&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:22:37 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:22:42 AM): The lesson is to get over it and stop dwelling on it because if you dwell too long or too obsessively.. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:22:54 AM): Jessi'll prolly' get scared of you &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:24:00 AM): XD lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:24:08 AM): She's not going to talk to me for a couple of months&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:24:16 AM): cuz its part of the healing process.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:24:20 AM): I'm just too damn sexy. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:24:24 AM): or &gt;_&gt; no wait nm&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:24:27 AM): &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:24:27 AM): Lemme think I'm sexy.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:24:29 AM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:24:36 AM): HEALING PROCESS TAKES A COUPLE OF MONTHS &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:24:43 AM): Oh. o.o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:24:45 AM): It takes me like, a week &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:24:47 AM): Or less &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:25:09 AM): Yes, well, when you're Vicky you're incompassionate...er...less...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:25:10 AM): Well, I did grieve once o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:25:13 AM): When?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:25:34 AM): When my moron of an online fiancee disappeared after a half year long relationship &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:25:38 AM): And I waited two months for him &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:25:45 AM): Damn. o_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:25:54 AM): Then figured he wasn't coming back and it took me a month to filter that o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:26:00 AM): And then he comes back &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:04 AM): ....&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:26:04 AM): And breaks up with me &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:06 AM): ...&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:07 AM): ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:08 AM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:10 AM): that wasn't me right?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:26:10 AM): Which was a good learning experience for me &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:11 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:26:13 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:26:14 AM): No XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:19 AM): Good XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:22 AM): cuz I forget&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:23 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:26:29 AM): I FIGURED. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:26:47 AM): No, I didn't but I would rather not BRING IT BACK UP. &gt;_&gt; SEEING AS HOW I'M GRIEVING ENOUGH....;__; &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:27:13 AM): Do you really feel a loss at the moment? &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:23 AM): No. o_o Talking to you has made me heartless.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:26 AM): XP&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:29 AM): Well sorta&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:33 AM): but it's for the best&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:27:50 AM): Haha, success, once again &gt;_&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:53 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:27:53 AM): *pumps air o_o*&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:55 AM): Dork. XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:56 AM): LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:27:57 AM): xD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:28:00 AM): HEY XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:28:15 AM): i think you go through the most awkward relationships during your teen years o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:28:31 AM): Yeah. o.O Well, O.o gimme another year and it'll be over.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:28:53 AM): HAHA o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:28:59 AM): Hm, what do you plan in majoring in? &lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:29:07 AM): Nooo idea. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:29:12 AM): Ah....&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:29:14 AM): My guidance counselour says that's not a good thing &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:29:19 AM): lmao XD &lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:29:21 AM): Mine says&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:29:27 AM): Oh don't worry, lots of people don't know. XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:29:35 AM): My sister didn't know either &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:29:41 AM): My counselour's a freak though o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:29:47 AM): Eh, most of them are. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:30:05 AM): She gave me this huge lecture about how I should know my major now so I can take the appropriate classes to prepare for it o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:30:27 AM): And I sat in her office all quiet lahk because I made the appointment to talk about which colleges I should apply for next year &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:30:35 AM): she just beat me down &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:30:44 AM): ...she sucks. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:30:55 AM): I don't want high school to end ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:30:58 AM): What coast side are you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:00 AM): Me neither!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:04 AM): And everyone was like&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:05 AM): WHY NOT&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:08 AM): WE'RE SENIORS MAN&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:14 AM): and I was like &gt;_&lt; I DONT WANNA GROW OLD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:31:31 AM): East coast o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:31:36 AM): Where all the good colleges are o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:37 AM): West side.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:31:37 AM): DUH o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:38 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:31:44 AM): Oh come on &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:31:53 AM): come on? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:32:00 AM): Harvard, Columbia, my state's university, UVA &lt;_&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:32:05 AM): WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:32:17 AM): SOME PLACE THAT ISN'T FROZEN OVER COME WINTER.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:32:21 AM): Actually, I'm pretty sure I'll only make it into UVA o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:32:28 AM): ..lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:32:37 AM): I'm going to Cali....&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:32:38 AM): BUT THAT'S BETTER THEN COMMUNITY COLLEGE &lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:32:42 AM): YES IT IS &lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:33:12 AM): Why not that Hawaii University where you get to work at that multi-cultural Hawaiian center place and wear hula skirts and shells &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:33:58 AM): ...LMAO cuz UH is a crappy college. I went there for summer college courses and the campus was horrible. And it was worse than high school. But I have to stay here for one year my mom said, so my acceptance is deferrred until 2003 2004&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:34:22 AM): &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:34:37 AM): I know its not top-notch, but you get to work at that Culture center place!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:34:52 AM): Lmao XD So you want me to wear a hula skirt and say ALOOOOOHA to all the tourists XD LMAO&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:35:24 AM): YES, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THEY DO o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:35:37 AM): And they climb trees and cut up coconuts &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:35:40 AM): And beat drums and stuff &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:35:48 AM): ...&gt;_&gt; LMAO that's only in waikiki LMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:35:58 AM): Yeah, I know, that's where I went &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:36:24 AM): Everywhere else is just industrialized. &gt;_&gt; So yeah, where did you go to anyway? In Waikiki that is.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:36:48 AM): Waikiki beach and that bay that used to be a volcano or something that you can go scuba-diving in&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:37:09 AM): And that mountain, something head mountain where you can see the "best view" of the island or sumthing o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:21 AM): Diamond head?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:24 AM): lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:37:25 AM): YEAH o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:27 AM): Sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:37:34 AM): That thing is a bitch to climb o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:37 AM): I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:38 AM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:40 AM): HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:37:44 AM): YOU KNOW THOSE STEPS&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:47 AM): BEST VIEW MY ASS CUZ YOU'RE SO HAPPY TO SIT DOWN&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:37:49 AM): &lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:37:52 AM): like, right after that COMPLETELY pitch black tunnel? o_o!??!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:38:08 AM): Yes, I know those steps. We tripped into each other a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:38:26 AM): Yeah, my mom was so slow on the way down, but nobody could pass her because other people were going up the other side &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:38:38 AM): Hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:38:38 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:38:47 AM): And we saw this mountain climber dude that was breaking the law of the mountain by not using the pathway thingy o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:38:56 AM): He was just climbing up the most random way o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:39:12 AM): o_o Was he a hippie?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:39:21 AM): No XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:39:25 AM): He had on actual gear o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:39:29 AM): And like, a safari hat.. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:39:32 AM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:39:39 AM): It must've been Steve XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:39:44 AM): o_o?!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:39:45 AM): ANYWAYS o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:39:51 AM): Go on. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:39:51 AM): The bay where we went scuba diving &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:39:56 AM): Hanama Bay?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:39:58 AM): I swallowed the most salt water ever o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:39:58 AM): There are a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:39:59 AM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:40:04 AM): EW XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:40:11 AM): YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE DO TO MAKE THE WATER SALTY? XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:40:18 AM): I dunno but you get down to it by.. o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:40:25 AM): I COULDN'T HELP IT &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:40:36 AM): ....lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:40:36 AM): Instead of having the tube pointing like, backwards, it was pointing straight up&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:40:41 AM): Aahh.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:40:46 AM): So when I dove underwater, I breathed in salt water &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:40:50 AM): LMAO XD XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:40:52 AM): XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:40:54 AM): omg XD XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:41:00 AM): tourists kick ass XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:41:03 AM): And I saw this huge ass white fish that looked albino o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:41:08 AM): LMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:41:11 AM): I own one of those xD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:41:15 AM): It was so shiny @_@&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:41:26 AM): THe fish were SOOO close to the shore, I was like, OMG &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:41:37 AM): My mom was standing in the middle of a school of fish and she didn't even know it XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:41:49 AM): That's Hanama Bay all right XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:42:01 AM): They have huge ass red ants there, though.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:42:02 AM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:42:07 AM): There's this really really really long pathway thingy down &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:42:12 AM): But you can take that bus thing o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:42:20 AM): Trolley?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:42:24 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:42:27 AM): Maybe o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:42:34 AM): XD Okei.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:43:04 AM): Did you get a nice tan?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:43:42 AM): Kinda, not really. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:43:47 AM): Was it red?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:43:48 AM): &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:43:51 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:43:54 AM): &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:43:56 AM): XD!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:43:59 AM): IT WAS!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:43:59 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:43:59 AM): Waikiki beach is GORGEOUS O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:05 AM): YES IT IS O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:08 AM): But Sunset Beach&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:09 AM): is even&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:12 AM): nicer&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:12 AM): omg&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:44:13 AM): Omg, and so many hot surfer guys @_@&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:16 AM): So Fricken nice &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:17 AM): Lmao&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:44:17 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:44:47 AM): Hmm.. what else did we do there.. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:45:02 AM): ....buy over-priced souvenirs?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:45:03 AM): We swam lots o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:45:10 AM): Woo. XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:46:51 AM): Yeah. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:47:02 AM): Did you eat any hawaiian food?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:47:09 AM): OMG YES O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:47:17 AM): SCOOORE O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:47:30 AM): We went to this restaurant where they served all this fish and duck&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:47:36 AM): But it was soo goood @_@&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:47:43 AM): They had mashed potatoes wif it and stuff o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:47:46 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:47:50 AM): Was it by the beach?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:48:01 AM): Not to my knowledge o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:48:07 AM): Unless the beach was behind.. it.. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:48:22 AM): ....lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:48:26 AM): Did you go ala moana?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:48:26 AM): It was next to a line of hotel/motels o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:48:30 AM): Ah.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:49:02 AM): And it was by this square w/ a statue of this woman and a goose or something o_o &lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:49:17 AM): ....lmao XD I don't think I know that place&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:49:35 AM): There was a lei of real flowers around her neck &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:49:45 AM): She's on a grassy circle thingy o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:50:06 AM): Could you possibly be talking about Queen Liliokalani? &gt;_&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:50:20 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:50:26 AM): Lilioefasflkaikfea o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:50:27 AM): Sure &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:50:29 AM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:50:45 AM): Is there like...a big kinda old looking but nice building behind her? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:07 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:11 AM): WAIT o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:13 AM): I THINK O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:19 AM): WAit o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:51:21 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:51:30 AM): Don't think too hard.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:33 AM): It was a new building &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:41 AM): Not like &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:46 AM): old &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:51:49 AM): Did it look kinda like a palace? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:52 AM): It looked new at least o.o;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:51:54 AM): But not a fancy one.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:54 AM): Uh o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:51:55 AM): White?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:51:56 AM): o.O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:51:58 AM): By palace, you mean rectangle? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:52:03 AM): lmao XD yeah sorta&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:52:10 AM): it isn't the nicest palace XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:52:18 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:52:28 AM): I don't think it was a palace &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:52:29 AM): Is it white? o.O kind of around there?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:52:47 AM): o_o?!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:52:58 AM): Oh wait o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:53:04 AM): Now I understand what you're saying, yeah o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:53:07 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:53:22 AM): It took you awhile to comprehend my complex alien language. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:53:41 AM): Yeah, damn Hawaiians. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:53:46 AM): lmao. XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:53:48 AM): Omg. XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:53:54 AM): You don't want to know how most locals talk. XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:54:02 AM): I bet it's all&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:54:04 AM): ALoha aloha &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:54:08 AM): It's called Pidgin. XD No it's not..it's worse&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:54:17 AM): Dey talk like dis keh cuz &gt;_&gt; so improper.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:54:20 AM): Pidgin &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:54:21 AM): LIKE THE BIRD?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:54:23 AM): LMAO XD!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:54:23 AM): And they have this accent&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:54:29 AM): AND I CANT DO IT XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:54:34 AM): My english teacher and I were trying&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:54:36 AM): and it was so sad XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:54:43 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:55:59 AM): Poor arin &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:56:19 AM): I know. That's why there are cults in my school. &gt;_&gt; The local pidgins and the smart asians. XD &lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:56:28 AM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:56:38 AM): You don't even need to put smart&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:56:44 AM): You just need to say asians and they know you're smart o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:56:47 AM): Lmao No you don't but some asians talk like that.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:56:57 AM): They try to be local...so sad...&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:07 AM): &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:08 AM): o_o?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:57:19 AM): They'll talk like.....the locals...&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:57:23 AM): it's so horrible...&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:26 AM): o_o?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:57:27 AM): Okei gimme something to talk about&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:31 AM): o_o?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (9:57:33 AM): and I'll show you how they talk O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:39 AM): okay XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:41 AM): Booger o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:47 AM): Make that&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:57:51 AM): Flourescent booger o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (9:58:17 AM): HALEEEIIWAAA o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:00:00 AM): ah braddah you dont know what dis girl at my skuu key cuz she got like dis boogah dat keep comin outta dat nose of hers and whoooa girl look at dat ones ass ho biggah den my dadz lokal behind key anyway da kine girl yeah? her boogahs dey glow in da dark sistah i not kid you like dis one time we were all in da klass keh? and she just go en blow her nose and you can see da boogahs thru da tisshu cuz oh man we all kine crack up and laugh ho braddah it was so funni even dah kine teacher she go and laugh at her too. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:00:38 AM): LMAO&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:00:40 AM): OMG XD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:00:41 AM): and then they do hand motions and face expressions too XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:00:44 AM): it's so horrible XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:00:46 AM): Hey &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:00:53 AM): THey used accents like that in Lilo and Stitch &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:00:54 AM): Wha? &lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:00:57 AM): LMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:02 AM): I didn't watch it XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:05 AM): But I will&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:05 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:01:26 AM): It repersents the true hawaiianess of Hawaii o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:33 AM): yeah...I guess...XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:39 AM): I'm slightly ashamed of it though XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:45 AM): They were trying to get it to be a NEW LANGUAGE&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:01:50 AM): Space aliens that stalk a little monkey-goose around hawaii, cross-dressing to blend in with the kind folk o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:54 AM): and let it be taught in schools&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:01:57 AM): lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:02:07 AM): It was actually an okay movie &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:02:17 AM): Cute, but I don't see an oscar in the future &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:02:19 AM): People said they liked it. Lilo and Stitch are stars here. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:02:22 AM): lmao&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:02:37 AM): Lilo and Stitch hold NO PLACE in Virginia's hearts o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:02:51 AM): Their plush mini-versions are like, 14 bucks at Zany Brainy though o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:02:55 AM): Das cuz you guys suk keh o_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:02:58 AM): lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:03:17 AM): 14? XD Isn't that slightly too high?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:03:24 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:03:28 AM): Are you kidding me o_o?!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:03:31 AM): Yeah O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:03:32 AM): I am.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:03:35 AM): Spongebob Squareass is like 20 bucks o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:03:39 AM): LMAO XD XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:03:41 AM): And it's ike, 10 inches tall o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:04:00 AM): Holy shift XD XD damn no wonder I don't get anyone teddy bears for valentine&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:04:07 AM): McDonald's in Hawaii is two bucks more then the McDonalds here THOUGH O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:04:12 AM): YEAH O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:04:15 AM): THEY OVER CHARGE US&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:04:17 AM): AND&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:04:21 AM): YOU WERE IN WAIKIKI&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:04:27 AM): WHERE THEY CHARGE A WHOLE LOT MORE XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:04:37 AM): cuz only tourists are baka enough to eat there. XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:04:52 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:05:00 AM): &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:05:18 AM): What did you expect us to do? FLY TO ANOTHER ISLAND JUST TO GET SOME GREASY FAST FOOD O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:25 AM): Ah I coulda showed you the ropes &gt;_&gt; but NOO YOU DIDNT TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:28 AM): lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:32 AM): No XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:05:33 AM): DUDE&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:05:34 AM): NUH UH&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:36 AM): But go to Kaimuki&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:05:36 AM): I TOLD YOU O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:38 AM): and it's cheaper&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:39 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:44 AM): YOU TOLD ME AFTER YOU LEFT O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:05:54 AM): Psh, like I'll go to that HAWAIIAN HECKHOLE EVER AGAIN O_O!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:05:55 AM): AFTER YOU LEFTED THE ISLAND YOU TOLD ME &lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:05:55 AM): GRAHH&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:06:08 AM): NUH UH NUH UH O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:06:13 AM): YOU BETTER YOU &gt;_&lt; YOU OVER RATED SWIMMING SALT WATER TOURIST&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:06:21 AM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:06:28 AM): I'll dress up in a hula skirt and cut coconuts open? o.o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:06:36 AM): YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU GO TO CA, ALL TAN AND STUFF, THEY'LL EAT YOU ALIVE O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:06:41 AM): I'll take you shopping O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:06:43 AM): Wait &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:06:45 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:06:48 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:06:52 AM): Shopping &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:06:55 AM): Omg, I saw this store&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:06:57 AM): Yeah, shopping. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:07:00 AM): 80% Straight or something o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:03 AM): LMAO&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:07:06 AM): With the most offensive t-shirts ever &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:06 AM): I never heard of that store.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:10 AM): LMAAAOOO XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:13 AM): In Waikiki? XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:07:19 AM): It had shirts that talked about like, one-night stands o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:07:22 AM): YES, IN WAIKIKI o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:26 AM): No wonder. XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:07:26 AM): A 5 minute walk from our hotel &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:35 AM): Did I mention at night, Waikiki is the prostitute province? XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:07:36 AM): We went to a Starbuck's there O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:07:42 AM): Are you serious? o_o?!!?&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:44 AM): Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:49 AM): They got them all over the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:58 AM): In those...shadow places....&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:07:59 AM): brrrr....&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:08:05 AM): So Starbucks. &gt;_&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:08:28 AM): o_o;;..&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:08:36 AM): We went walking in Waikiki at night to the beach &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:08:45 AM): We saw some over-hormonized teens making out &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:08:50 AM): And another Starbucks &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:01 AM): ....lmao&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:02 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:09:10 AM): Maybe we the random women we saw were prostitutes O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:18 AM): O_O maybe. O_O&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:09:21 AM): Except they dressed like old and ugly people &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:24 AM): And if you had gone one step closer...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:25 AM): LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:35 AM): they don't make that much money. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:40 AM): So they have to buy cheap clothes. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:42 AM): Anyway O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:46 AM): you shoulda gone to alaz&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:09:46 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:48 AM): cuz&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:09:54 AM): they have the nicest local style clothes&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:09:56 AM): Alaz? o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:00 AM): and the shirts cost like 20 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:04 AM): Ala Moana&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:16 AM): It's the largest mall here.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:10:19 AM): I saw ABC store o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:10:25 AM): stores^ o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:25 AM): It's the largest outdoor mall IN THE WOOORLD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:27 AM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:34 AM): ABC XD XD Those stores are so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:10:43 AM): But I don't remember passing an Ala Moana &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:44 AM): And they have the make-it-at-home shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:45 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:10:51 AM): Maybe it's because I'm retarded and didn't see it o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:10:53 AM): It's a little more down from waikiki&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:02 AM): Oh. &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:03 AM): Or that &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:03 AM): Nah, it's huge. You would've seen it, but it's not in Wakiki.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:04 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:05 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:08 AM): Yeah, that.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:15 AM): AND THEY HAVE DDR!!!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:15 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:18 AM): OMG&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:32 AM): I did DDR for like, the second time in my life in Taiwan o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:41 AM): Woo! O_O What mix? &lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:45 AM): Did you fail? XD XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:46 AM): BUTTERFLY&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:47 AM): O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:48 AM): OMG&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:50 AM): I LOVE THAT SONG&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:51 AM): O_O XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:11:54 AM): Yes so shaddup o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:11:59 AM): AI YAI YAI I'M YOUR LITTLE BUTTERFLY!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:12:03 AM): I was like, foot? up? Foot, back? &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:05 AM): green black and blue make the colors of the sky XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:06 AM): lmao&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:12:20 AM): There was this other thing that was kinda like DDR&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:30 AM): But the steps were in different places?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:12:38 AM): except it had these things for your hands o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:39 AM): LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:40 AM): That's&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:42 AM): para para&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:43 AM): LMAO XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:46 AM): My friend does that&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:46 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:12:48 AM): it looks so gay XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:12:49 AM): OMG&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:12:50 AM): this little boy&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:12:55 AM): who was like, 13 o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:12:57 AM): Kicked ASS &lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:13:00 AM): I was like, omg &gt;_&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:13:03 AM): I kick ass too&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:13:14 AM): Yeah, sure. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:13:21 AM): I saw this girl doing it XD and her hand motions were so EXAGGERATED XD it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:13:27 AM): Omg, EVERYBODY in Canada is AMAZING at DDR o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:13:35 AM): I'm better!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:13:37 AM): Everybody I met from Canada kicked ass &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:13:38 AM): Better, I say.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:13:53 AM): You should've seen them though, they did that partner thing&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:13:57 AM): yeah!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:13:59 AM): And they were sooo amazingly synchronized o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:13:59 AM): I love partner&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:14:08 AM): And you can board switch and jump on the screen XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:14:12 AM): it's so fun XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:14:17 AM): Uh &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:14:19 AM): Okay &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:14:21 AM): I got kicked out for almost breaking the screen XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:14:28 AM): &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:14:31 AM): ANYWAYS o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:14:39 AM): Okei okei FINE DONT LET ME GLORY IN THE MEMORY!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:14:42 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:14:43 AM): Lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:14:52 AM): Glory in your own time &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:14:57 AM): Bah XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:15:46 AM): So while there's nothing to be said O_O you know those uh things you put your hands on behind you, the bars, so what you do is you hold it with one hand to anchor you, and then you lift up one leg and put your foot on the screen and lift up the other and do this like..roundhouse kick and then you come back down and land on the other pad. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:15:48 AM): HUAH O_O&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:02 AM): I made it XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:07 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:09 AM): FREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:12 AM): &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:14 AM): WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:17 AM): That sounds pretty cool &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:19 AM): ANYWAYS o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:24 AM): XD okei now we can move on&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:27 AM): I'm going to look for RP o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:30 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:35 AM): Presumeably with a Heero o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:36 AM): Hahaa okei, I gotta get ready anyway&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:37 AM): Lmao&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:39 AM): Or bishie or some sort &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:43 AM): I didn't wrap the present yet&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:43 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:46 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:51 AM): Just put it in a bag o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:56 AM): ....I don't have any....-_-&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:16:58 AM): I have&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:16:59 AM): And stuff in toilet paper &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:00 AM): a cereal box&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:01 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:03 AM): &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:07 AM): OMG PUT IT IN A CEREAL BOX &lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:10 AM): I AM XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:13 AM): My friends put my presents in the most random stuff o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:16 AM): lmao&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:26 AM): Like once, my friend put my x-mas present in a pad box o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:33 AM): ...o_o ......gross....&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:39 AM): So when I took of the wrapping paper i was like.. o_o; Are you trying to tell me something? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:39 AM): did it still have any pads left? XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:43 AM): LMAO&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:43 AM): And then I opened the- o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:45 AM): YOU'RE LEAKING&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:45 AM): XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:47 AM): NO YOU FREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:53 AM): Where? XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:54 AM): ANYWAYS &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:56 AM): Go on.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:17:57 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:17:58 AM): No, there weren't o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:18:01 AM): I got candy instead o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:18:03 AM): Aw. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:18:05 AM): But I was reluctant to eat it o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:18:08 AM): ...lmao XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:18:17 AM): As well you should be.&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:19:01 AM): &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:19:05 AM): NOOO RPPPP&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:19:12 AM): Hahaa. XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:19:27 AM): I can be your heero bebi XD&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:19:28 AM): lmao&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:19:38 AM): &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:19:40 AM): Freak&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:01 AM): LoTR RP room o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:03 AM): Sorry, it just popped in and&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:04 AM): grea t o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:06 AM): woo.&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:07 AM): &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:16 AM): That dude that played Legola&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:17 AM): s&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:23 AM): ORLANDO BLOOM&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:24 AM): might be playing Sephiroth&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:26 AM): IS SEXY AS HECK&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:27 AM): o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:28 AM): in an FF7 movie&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:33 AM): &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:34 AM): ....right. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:37 AM): Well, he's a sexy man so o_o&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:20:46 AM): I don't care, as long as I get to see him on the big screen &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:20:49 AM): XD lmao&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:21:13 AM): Okei now I really gotta go and get ready. The party ..no b-day this time...XD is at 12 and I gotta get a ride somehow XD&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:21:20 AM): &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:21:23 AM): Smartass &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:21:24 AM): I mean&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:21:26 AM): Who said that o_o&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:21:31 AM): I dunno. o.o *looks around*&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:21:35 AM): &lt;_&lt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:21:39 AM): Go have fun &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;ChopstixGirl2000 (10:21:42 AM): At the party.. &lt;_&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;Stussy Arin (10:21:44 AM): All right, off I go. Be back before I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that would end it at that part but then I came back and we talked about uh kingdom hearts I think and so forth but I didn't save it. Hahahaa. Uh. Right. Okei. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82247684?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82247684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82247684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82247684' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82220949</id><published>2002-09-27T17:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T17:08:49.616-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right, so today was FRESHMEN INITIATION BEBI YEAH! It woulda been better but the stupid sound crew people kept playing the wrong songs for the different groups. XD Under the Sea played for half of the show XD XD and it didn't even play when the Little Mermaid group came parading in their outfits. LMAO OMG XD XD THE DUDE DRESSED UP AS THE TRITON WAS SO FUNNY XD XD XD me and katie were going haywire XD well...&gt;_&gt; I was. Hooting. Laughing. Yelling. &lt;_&lt; But if I didn't do it, who would?! That's right, I have a mission to be loud and outgoing when no else else has the shame to be. XD And the spongebob person was dressed in a big box XD so when she was walking she didn't know where to stop XD XD XD And kept going and going and going XD XD and it was so fricken funny. lmao XD the teacher had to redirect her. XD XD &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82220949?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82220949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82220949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82220949' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82070596</id><published>2002-09-24T15:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T15:04:30.693-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had life assembly today. XD XD Dude, it was so funny XD cuz the video XD XD and XD XD okei &gt;_&gt; so uh school. Nothing interesting. &lt;_&lt; Except HTML. XD hahaa, and we know what happened there si si? The english test was so hard! Damn! I don't think I did too good. Argh. And Vicky got her hair cut short...&gt;_&gt;; really short..&lt;_&lt;;;; is that the new fad or something? Uh uh uh uh uh cant think of anything to say calculus test tomorrow I didn't even know about. XD All right nothing good going on but O_O I WANT STEAK O_O XD ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin and the steak are about to embarge on a conquest at 3:03 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82070596?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82070596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82070596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82070596' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-82038016</id><published>2002-09-24T00:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T00:12:09.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Instead of studying for english, I ended up sweeping and mopping the entire downstairs house and mind you my house is huge so it took me a long time. x_X And then XD I felt so revved up I went and worked out and my bro got inspired so he was trying some stuff out. Yeah, so now I'm going to help him get in shape. XD We're working out every day now. Ah, my eyes are getting strained. Don't mess with me. My head hurts. And I need some sleep. Laters all. I'll try and expand on this further tomorrow. XD Woo woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin chugga cho-ed outta hea @ 12:09 a.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-82038016?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82038016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/82038016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82038016' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81862352</id><published>2002-09-19T22:20:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T22:20:29.846-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sup yo, not much happened today but now that I sit back and try to remember what happened..well it worked! hahaa, i remember in english class today we were doing vocab check and mrs locky likes to be more creative when we say the multiple choice answers so we have to think of a word that starts with the letter of the answer so after I said mine, amatsu, who sits next to me, says in that soft shy voice of hers that you wouldn't think she has but for some reason when she talks in front of teachers she just gets...all..shy...o_o yeah so I said my answer which was cuckoo or something and then it's amatsu's turn and her letter is 'b' so she says "ballistic" and my english teacher is an old lady k so she leans forward and goes with this scrunched up face that's so funny "HUH? BOOBYLISTIC?" and everyone just starts cracking up! cuz hahaa we're all imature and I was pounding the desk and turning red and it was just so hilarious hahahahahaa and then amatsu's like No not boobylistic, ballistic XD and mrs locky is like "oh well it sure sounded like Boobylistic" and she says it funny too hahaa and it was funny you had to be there XD ARE YOU BOOBYLISITC?! XD XD XD and then in japanese, we were, well uh the hyper back half of the classroom was singing the te song and so masa sensei joins in XD and it's funny seeing this old man with wrinkles like the "rut of a tree" well not wrinkles, but pimple scars....yeah so he's singing and then all of a sudden mrs choy, our ap econ teacher is right behind him and she's like o.O my goodness what are you all doing here? lmao you could see it on her face. XD and we started laughing and masa sensei started bowing and saying excuse me and bowing and hahaa it was kuol. anyway, g2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin g2ged to sleep at 10.19--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81862352?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81862352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81862352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81862352' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81805190</id><published>2002-09-18T17:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T17:48:22.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo I just got back from working out with my cuz jimmy at uh 24 hour fitness downtown one and I can barely move my arms. XD But my fingers seem fine so if I just hold still.....hahaa, naw. So today was okei, not good not great but not bad either. I should be thankful but eh, maybe when I'm dead I'll realize how lucky I was to be living an okei day. HTML was giving me a headache but aurra helped me out so that was a nice thing to do. And like she said, I should try being more nice. I'll keep that in mind the next time I smash someone into the locker for attempting to steal my lock. God damn these people! Why the fuck would you wanna even TRY to steal someone's lock when you don't know who owns it and the person could be walking to their locker right when you say and I quote "Oh this is nice and it's not locked either! What idiot would do that? *starts taking the lock off*" Apparently the one who just creamed your ass, f*cker. (I'm trying to keep the content low for Amatsu. She says I swear too much! Aahh!) Back to my lock. Why would I wanna kick someone's ass over it. Well first of all, I got it for me, not for someone to steal. Second of all, it's got this wicked cool pattern. You know how  most of them are just black and stuff? Well mine had these circular spikes wrapped around the turning knob so it went SHABAM in blue yellow and red and I liked it a lot too. Yes, it's worth kicking someone's ass for. I don't like doing mean stuff but seriously people, keep your hands to yourself. Now I'm in a bad mood cuz of thinking about that again. Damn them! Stupid lower level things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin went to kuol off at 6:43 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81805190?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81805190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81805190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81805190' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81757812</id><published>2002-09-17T18:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T18:32:04.510-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I can't recall much of what happened today except that I had one of those "deep" talks with Jessi, yeah, it went pretty well...and aahh i have two tests tomorrow! BAH! and i think my messed up my lay out when I was in template mode cuz the side tables take up more than half the page XD anyway gotta go. lots of stuff to do, like getting me a root beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin ska-doodled at 6:31 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81757812?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81757812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81757812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81757812' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81712996</id><published>2002-09-16T21:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T21:25:42.563-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an okei today, it could've been better. I got called to Mrs. Clissold's and she moved my detention to this saturday -_- sshh all of you -_-;;; at least I didn't get suspended, although I wouldn'tve really cared. Hum hum hum, I didn't get to talk to Jessi a lot -_- and hmmm what else happened? XD OH! I FOUND MY AP ECON BOOK! BAKA AURRA KNEW ALL ALONG AND WOULDN'T TELL ME! O_O! WHAT KIND OF FRIEND IS THAT? O_O? XD Bah, but with all the torture I put on you for yearbook I deserve it. XD SO WE'RE EVEN O_O NO MORE WITH HOLDING IMPORTANT INFO FROM ME. O_O&lt;*&gt; XD uuhh uuhhh I got called to the board in econ XD and if it wasn't for amatsu I'd be dead XD XD so thanks a bunch amatsu, but all that religion hw i gave ya makes up for it XD anyway, I better be off. Bye all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin had a dull day and it isn't over yet --&gt; 9:24 p.m. --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81712996?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81712996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81712996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81712996' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81643180</id><published>2002-09-15T11:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T11:39:44.876-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one's out to Jessi, lemme hear a hell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The minute I met you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start off by saying&lt;br /&gt;I had everything to do with it&lt;br /&gt;You may think that I lie real well&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that I?m holding it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the time &lt;br /&gt;or the spinning of your head&lt;br /&gt;I could tell my life was changing&lt;br /&gt;Since the minute I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably choke on the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed&lt;br /&gt;And what a sight that'll be yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never tell you this&lt;br /&gt;But I?m scared of falling apart&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like I?m holding it together&lt;br /&gt;But the weather is making it hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the time &lt;br /&gt;Or the spinning of your head&lt;br /&gt;I could tell my life was changing&lt;br /&gt;Since the minute I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably choke on the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed&lt;br /&gt;And what a sight that?ll be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you made it this far &lt;br /&gt;doesn?t mean you?ve made it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably choke on the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably choke on the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;If I stop ever thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed&lt;br /&gt;And what a sight that'll be&lt;br /&gt;And what a sight that'll be yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81643180?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81643180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81643180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81643180' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81624736</id><published>2002-09-14T22:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T22:31:30.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took my yearbook pic, finally, hahaa, yeah yeah, but I didn't show up for consequence cuz my appointment was at 9 something, fifteen I think. Who knows, too far back and I think the photographer hit me in the head with that shiny sheet thingy used for lighting..did he? can't remember..that must mean it happened! cuz I can't remember stuff that usually happens. No wait. Argh! I'm confusing myself. Cuz I did remember it but then I'm just not sure if it really happened so that's not really remembering it and Argh! Uh anyway, me and my mom got into a fight again -_- bah -_- and she wants me to move the comp out of my cousin's room so now I gotta figure out a way to get the cable line into my room which is all the way down the hall, pass the dividing door with three locks into the backhouse, yes very far, stupid big house, takes so long to clean -_- anyway my dad says he's gonna get the cable line and do it WHICH HE WON'T CUZ HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT &gt;_O but lets see what happens. He's gonna take us brunch tomorrow too I think. Well he said yeah he is, but I don't know if I'm going to go cuz I wanna stay but my mom is getting really angry at me cuz she thinks I spend too much time on the comp talking to friends and she thinks it's cuz of my friends that I always argue with her but I'm working on it so we came to a deal, weekdays I gotta get off at 4 and clean up the house THEN i can go back on ... woo hahaa, yeah I timed that agreement and everything. ^_^ I'm so slick. &gt;_&gt;! BUahahahahaHahA. anyway gotta run, adios muchachos...is that right? forget it XD bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin chachacha-ed out at 9:37 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81624736?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81624736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81624736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81624736' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81580406</id><published>2002-09-13T16:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T16:57:40.370-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOO TODAY WAS AN AWESOME DAY! I GOT HIGH ON CHOCOLATE COATED PEANUT BUTTER M n Ms compliments of Aurra! XD SEEEENIORS WE ROCK THE PARTY! FRESHMEN WERE LOOKEN AT ME! WE ARE THE CLASS OF 2003! XD XD okei so our cheer sucked and we messed up the whole second half but our dance ruled! We own yo! and I'm so happy ^_^ but you all gotta guess why cuz I'm not telling but I'm really really happy and AAAHH I TAKE SENIOR PICS TOMORROW! *looks for the cheapest pack* XD hahaa okei gotta go laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin is going to jip photographers tomorrow, so are the thoughts of today at 4:57 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81580406?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81580406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81580406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81580406' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81545082</id><published>2002-09-12T21:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T21:49:42.653-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh nothing really interesting happened today, but I feel really bad cuz I've put Jessi through so much and here I am just demanding more from her and I haven't done anything to I dunno....well I do, but I haven't been a good hubby -_- and I dont' really feel like sharing my thoughts at the moment so....PEP RALLY IS TOMORROW! I get out at 2 40 but I should be home by 3 and Jessi I hope you read this cuz I forgot to put it in your email! I'm forgetting a lot lately. I LOST MY AP ECON BOOK TOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin ran around like a bloomen idiot at 9 49 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81545082?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81545082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81545082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81545082' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81492720</id><published>2002-09-11T18:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T18:44:28.383-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God bless America. My home sweet home. They made us sing that at school. I was very well tempted to sing, but ah, I'd be disprespecting the flag. Uh today was okei. Not good not bad, talked to Jessi, talked to Amber, talked to Tash, talked to Jay, talked to michelle, derick uh yeah a lot of people. Amber wants me to play her in yugioh. How weird is that? I'd kick her ath with my brother's deck, hahaa. uh. sshh. didn't say that. Okei well I'm off to do homework, and yes, as much of you know, many people are out to get me...&lt;_&lt; &gt;_&gt; cough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin pondered hiding in a hole at 6:43 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81492720?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81492720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81492720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81492720' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81446828</id><published>2002-09-10T22:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T06:21:46.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, guess what? I'm weird.bet you didn't know that already. So uh today was interesting...Vicky kinda talked to me. Uh. She told me to shut up. And then I tried saying hi to her, okei I did say hi. And she just kinda mumbled something. I bet it was a curse. Every girl is out to get me now, in the bad way. Bah, even my mom! SHE WANTS ME TO WORK IN THE BAR FROM EIGHT TO TWO IN THE MORNING!! I'm going to fall asleep I swear, but I could use the money for college and stuff. I don't know for sure. I won't do it unless she really needs me to go. o.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin was thinking of getting a job at 10 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81446828?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81446828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81446828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81446828' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81391103</id><published>2002-09-09T18:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T18:44:08.230-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah here's the poem from english..its suppose to be like the poem of Canterbury tales or however you spell it so we had to make it twenty two lines, it had to tell who the person was, what was he doing there, why was he there, we had to make comparisons of the character to animals since the author of canterbury tales...like animals...alot...probably couldn't get any with humans....we had to use inversion, rhyming couplets, iambic pentameter....and a bunch of other restrictions. So! the moment you've all been waiting for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Eeeeeeeee-- this is just a test. The Pardoner is a member of the church, who in the medieval times, would go around charging people money to cleanse their sins. He was a bastard who took from the poor and rich. cough. all right. so here goes my poem. The assassin BUM BUM BUM BUM BUUUUUUM ........dadum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Assassin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling in the dark corner of the inn&lt;br /&gt;stood a still figure, deadly as a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in thick black, head to toe, he did wear&lt;br /&gt;a long over coat, huge as a grown bear.&lt;br /&gt;Among the shadows he blended in well;&lt;br /&gt;I thought him a merchant of foreign sell.&lt;br /&gt;Approaching, his goods I asked what they be&lt;br /&gt;Silent as a prowling lion he was; then he told me&lt;br /&gt;His deep, brooding voice gave me a shiver&lt;br /&gt;“Someone’s death, for pay, I will deliver.&lt;br /&gt;Hung by a wire, stabbed with a dull knife,&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in his bath tub while next to his wife&lt;br /&gt;Or wait ‘till desperate, the mouse will agree&lt;br /&gt;to pay more and kill he who first sent me.”&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed, I asked, “this is what profession?”&lt;br /&gt;Replied he, “I am called an assassin…”&lt;br /&gt;“Your target will be who?” I asked with vex.&lt;br /&gt;He scoffed with a grin, “The Pardoner’s next.”&lt;br /&gt;Later, the Pardoner, he came to me&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a heavy bag of money.&lt;br /&gt;Before I could question, this he did say&lt;br /&gt;“This sinful man, a bag-full he did pay!”&lt;br /&gt; The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81391103?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81391103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81391103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81391103' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81387330</id><published>2002-09-09T17:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T17:17:00.360-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaa, okei here's a story that happened to me just like half an hour ago and I told Jessi so..shabam, here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the internet talking to Jessi on the internet when my mom decided to call me and usually she calls me to yell at me about being on the internet so I went and it turned out that all she wanted me to do was mail some letters. So since I was at home, I was just in my boxers (I don't wear underwear mind you, if you didn't know that o_o joe boxers!) and I ran to my room, got a pair of billabong cargo shorts pulled them on, ran down the stairs with the letters in my hand and out the garage door then the side door and okei, our driveway is one of those driveways where you actually drive up a slope, now imagine me in a panic and hurry and running down this slope. I couldn't stop at the end cuz that's just impossible so I jumped and then when I landed BAM my shorts fell to my knees and I caught them before they could go any lower. XD And across the street from my house is a whole bunch of resturants and a cafe and a bus stop and drink places and all the Roosevelt kids go there afterschool XD hahaa, hope they got an eyeful BAM! hahaa, okei and uh besides that i had school. Yeah. Masa sensei found my textbook in his class..my physics textbook...yikes...he probably knew i was doing hw in his class hahaa, it's so boring. bah. And in html I forgot my disk! Aaahhh! so I just made more background but it was boring cuz I only know what backgrounds to put after I make the text.  I just realized..that my shirt is on backwards. XD! Damn, I must be really off today. *rips the tag off* anyway hmm I should start my hw. So laters all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin blogged out at 5 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81387330?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81387330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81387330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81387330' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712544.post-81345337</id><published>2002-09-08T20:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T20:08:34.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAHHHHH, I'M SO MEAAAAAN. SHE WAS RIIIIGHT. &gt;_&lt;!! GOD DAMMIT. &gt;___&lt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arin had an epiphany that was not religiously connected at 8:39 p.m.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712544-81345337?l=arintoran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81345337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712544/posts/default/81345337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arintoran.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81345337' title=''/><author><name>Arin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169516908376516100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
