<?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-879116</id><updated>2011-12-12T11:49:00.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><subtitle type='html'>My world, forever suspended between night and day...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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>2221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879116.post-106416826395837532</id><published>2003-09-21T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T14:17:43.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="+3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention masses! Meg is asking for help with something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffen y'all have any furuba items I do NOT have that you're willing to part with, please LET ME KNOW! I will trade you for commission art, or volumes of other manga. I will even buy certain items! Here's a list of what I have. If you have something not listed here, or little things like the can badges or pins (I want multiples of those), please e-mail me at meg@[nospam]saintcomics.com! Take out the spam filter, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have:&lt;br /&gt;volumes 1-12 of the manga&lt;br /&gt;volumes 1-3 of the Funimation release DVD&lt;br /&gt;lucky rat/lucky cat fans&lt;br /&gt;round hana to yume fan (anime style)&lt;br /&gt;round hana to yume fan (manga style)&lt;br /&gt;mini shitajiki/pencilboards of yuki, shigure, tohru, and momiji&lt;br /&gt;can badge of kyoh&lt;br /&gt;Hana to Yume fair badges of Yuki and Kyoh&lt;br /&gt;CDs (the drama CD, Memory for You, Song for Ritsuko Okazaki, and the other image album)&lt;br /&gt;Two normal semi-transparent matte shitajiki/pencilboards (red one with the whole group, green one with the gang in their school uniforms)&lt;br /&gt;Hana to Yume special Furuba callingcard/memo set with frosted plastic case&lt;br /&gt;2004 Hana to Yume special Fruits Basket postcard puzzle calendar&lt;br /&gt;Character book&lt;br /&gt;Dounjinshi: "Nekojitagokoro Mo Koi No Uti"&lt;br /&gt;deck of playing cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am looking for specifically (but anything else is good too!):&lt;br /&gt;ANY of the hana to yume furoku items!&lt;br /&gt;mini shitajiki/pencilboards of: Kyoh, Hatsuharu, Hatori&lt;br /&gt;Can badges of any sort&lt;br /&gt;Hana to Yume fair pins with fruits basket characters&lt;br /&gt;Paper portraits (there's two--- one of yuki, one of kyoh)&lt;br /&gt;ANY of the acrylic key chains&lt;br /&gt;ANY of the hana to yume release Furuba swing pops&lt;br /&gt;the two released Zen-in hana to yume bonus plush toys of nezumi-san and neko-san&lt;br /&gt;the clear postcard set&lt;br /&gt;Funimation DVD release #4&lt;br /&gt;ANY of the celphone straps&lt;br /&gt;The shinto wishplate&lt;br /&gt;any dounjinshi&lt;br /&gt;any of the three cutout postcards&lt;br /&gt;any of the notebooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I can get them on ebay, and I'm gonna try once I see what I can get without it. So if you have anything I don't and are willing to trade for it/sell it to me, PLEASE let me know ASAP! Thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-106416826395837532?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/106416826395837532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/106416826395837532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416826395837532' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-385373536</id><published>2003-06-25T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T07:36:18.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. Super depression/anxiety morning. O__O There's no way I can go to school and face this, so I'm going to Deanna's house. o__O I can't deal with people today, there's no way I can deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.... wrote last night. Tony's server is back up, but I haven't bothered updating the HTML version of my story yet. I'll do that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.....um.... o__o  Hana, if you read this, tell Zalina or Amy to explain to Mrs. Crawford that I stayed home because of psycho anxiety and depression, please? o_o Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-385373536?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/385373536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/385373536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#385373536' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-105646710331710948</id><published>2003-06-24T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T11:05:03.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo. It looks like I've been dead, when in fact---- wait. It feels like I have been dead. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Reading HP5, taking my sweet mofo time because I know what happens. =_= Yes. Also been doing a slew of HP fanart (mostly slash), and been spending a retarded amount of time causing unintentional injury to myself. I need a new blog layout, too. Hmm. Maybe that's what I'll do today. I don't really use this thing all that much anymore, mostly because my closer friends have got livejournals and use those a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I dunno what else to tell anyone. Got a ton of health issues, and the usual depression and blah blah blah. Prozac ain't doing me diddleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! John and I are going to the Iron Maiden concert on the 3rd of August. This makes me happy. :3 I have something to look forward to! Actually, I'm kinda looking forward to going back to school, even if it's gonna be really hella hard to get along there. I need the mental stimulation, I suppose.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard from anyone in a while! Miss you guys. :3 *hugs to Heidi, Megan, Zalina, Katka, Matt, and the Mikes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to finish this up, contacting me is a matter of dropping an &lt;a href="mailto:meg@NOSPAMsaintcomics.com"&gt;e-mail&lt;/a&gt;. Yarrrr. Okay, I go and figure out a new layout for this puppy. Jaaaaa~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-105646710331710948?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/105646710331710948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/105646710331710948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105646710331710948' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-93603042</id><published>2003-05-01T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T12:46:01.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harr, look, I'm blogging. Secretly, it's because I have nothing to do other than to colour with my new box of crayons that I got. Mmmmmbirthdaycrayons. Tony's sending me the RO client right now, so maybe (just maybe) he and Kumo and Lisa and Allichan and I will all play and be psycho and scare novices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicatwork.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uh, thank you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's been an interesting day. Mom left me a card, some fuzzy peaches, crayons, and new sharpies. Dad went out and bought me an easel (o_O), and John's not home yet. So I chew on crayons and ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cant-think-rite.blogspot.com/"&gt;HEY GERRAD, LIFE'S A BITCH IF YOU ARE!&lt;/a&gt; Gee, I wonder where you've heard THAT before, eh? Eh? Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm legal age to see restricted movies and buy porn. XDDD HAR HAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still prepping for anime north, and it's turning into QUITE the task. o_O I'm compiling a reference book for commissions, and I've got pinups and prints to do. I'm prolly gonna run around half the weekend in my Kyoh outfit, and the other half as Dejiko. WHEEEEE DEJIKO. That costume is really fun, and it's comfy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.murderofcrows.org/blog/humpingdarcytucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the story of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-93603042?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/93603042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/93603042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93603042' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-92910381</id><published>2003-04-19T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T20:56:08.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chibialex.blogspot.com/"&gt;*hug*&lt;/a&gt; You still haven't gotten it??? What the hell.... &gt;_&lt;;;; I'd like to know what happened to it, I bet it got ruined. ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-92910381?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92910381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92910381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92910381' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-92870801</id><published>2003-04-18T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T23:34:33.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chibialex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;, yuh, we're aware. Jamie's supposed to fix it, but she hasn't. So I dunno. I don't really care, I don't have anything to do with the website. *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-92870801?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92870801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92870801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92870801' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-92812745</id><published>2003-04-17T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T22:09:37.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Actually,&lt;/a&gt; the only one that mattered to me was Kyoh, so I didn't CARE. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-92812745?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92812745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92812745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92812745' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-92799551</id><published>2003-04-17T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T17:03:14.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;YES. OMFG YES.&lt;/a&gt; O___O If you would, I would be in such debt. O__O  Oh, and they've released Tokyo Mewmew in english! I saw it at the comic store. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I have nothing to say, really.... I lack anything to say because I've been stuck heeeeeeeeeere.&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-92799551?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92799551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/92799551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92799551' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-91775148</id><published>2003-04-01T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T15:30:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word up homies, I be home and chillin' in mah native crib yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ribby&lt;/a&gt;, it doesn't matter to me what I get, I love them all. X3 But I especially &lt;3 Misha. But seriously, it doesn't matter. *glomp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rikki.drw.net/blog/"&gt;Thank you&lt;/a&gt; for the well-wishes. :D *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my stay in the hospital was brief and somewhat troublesome. I will post my commentary on it here for those who don't read my lj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, so on Thursday I went to GAD (the local hospital adolescent rehabilitation/psychological treatment/re-socializing unit). I got there, got a tour, did a million sheets of paperwork saying that I wouldn't kill/maim/destroy anyone/thing/myself. Then I got a room. The rooms are groupings of four beds split in half horizontally so that each big room is kinda semi-not-so-private. I was the only one in my room, because Liz (a patient) was going home on a weekend pass, Mary (another patient) was getting discharged, and Amanda (another patient) was away also on a pass. So I was alone. Duh nuh nuh. The bathroom was right next to my ridiculously uncomfortable (though adjustable) hospital bed, and my assigned desk had so much graffiti in the drawers I just dumped my stuff in there to block it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room next to my shared unit room was a singular bedroom which was occupied by a girl named Andrea (aged 13). Andrea took to liking me right away and made it her personal duty to inform me of all the ward policies. She also kept harrassing me to draw things for her and everyone else plus their mother. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room next to Andrea's, also a single bedroom, was Alex (age 11). Alex is schitzophrenic and extremely prone to violent fits, and he has a weird obsession with cars. He also screamed all night every day that I was there and thus kinda deterred from any chances at sleep after lights-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next room over was another block unit room with four beds, this one for the guys. In residence at the time I came in was Jason (14), a bisexual and passive-aggressive kid in on a rap for being violent, and Joe (16), a really big italian boy who was also in for violence and spent most of his time drooling due to the amount of heavy sedatives he's on. He also hits on anything remotely female. Then another boy came back from his day pass, Francis (15), who's korean and thinks he's god's gift to all things living and/or dead/inanimate. He took to following me around because though he insisted I was "totally unattractive", I was the most normal in the ward. That didn't last long, since I had a psychofit the following day and screamed at him and just about everyone else. He spent the rest of the weekend being a sore loser because I kept winning monopoly, survivor, jenga, and any other game we played, so he often resorted to insulting me and making me feel generally more depressed than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food sucked. Hospital food is the devil. I mean, ew. Whipped turnip with formed slabs of meat. Ew. Ew. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses were all pretty nice save for Paul (who pissed me off by telling us over lunch that we were being denied our weekend passes due to SARS quarentine, thus spoiling everyone's mood and appetite). Dr. Handelman was around a lot, which was also quite nice, because he was a familiar face and I was rather grateful to see him. He decided to take me off of cytomel (which was causing my heart problems and the hyperactive thyroid problem) and put me on prozac (which I am yet to start because the weekend was spent weaning me off celexa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the hospital was pretty much put in gridlock despite the fact that they denied having anyone with SARS in the facility. Everyone had to wear a mask and there were no visitors allowed. our groups were cancelled save for the two educational periods, we weren't even allowed outside on the deck for fresh air, and we weren't allowed to do ANYTHING. The only reason I am home, though, is because they are running out of staff to monitor GAD and all the non-emerg cases are being discharged.&lt;br /&gt;&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/879116-91775148?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91775148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91775148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91775148' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-91453862</id><published>2003-03-26T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:15:03.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I go to the hospital tomorrow at 4 to sign in and stay at GAD. I will not be home much for the next undetermined length of time. If you want to contact me, mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:meg@saintcomics.comNOSPAM"&gt;my Saint address&lt;/a&gt;. Just remove the nospam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-91453862?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91453862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91453862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91453862' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-91351489</id><published>2003-03-25T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T11:05:57.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is being annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-91351489?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91351489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91351489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91351489' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-91351359</id><published>2003-03-25T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T11:05:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my life and it's ending one minute at a time. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my heartbeat is abnormal and I'm getting palpatations. So I'm sitting here, WIRED UP TO A DAMN HEART MONITOR. It's annoying and it makes my chest itch like crazy, the adhesive doesn't agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ribby&lt;/a&gt;, 1 yen is equivalent to 1 cent canadian, so the math is sooooo easy. *lol* And man, those gashapon figures are tempting. o__o Could I give you 10 bucks canadian for you to try for some for me? Like, the Pita Ten ones, anyway. Doubles are fine. o_o;;; THEY ARE SO CUTE. And the contest sounds good. O_O Give it a shot? Man, I wanna go to japan. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been getting commissions. Joy! Money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-91351359?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91351359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91351359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91351359' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-91282478</id><published>2003-03-24T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T10:17:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Duh nuh nuh! Blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;They have Hoshi no Koe&lt;/a&gt; at Kikiwai. I keep wanting to get it, but I never do. Maybe next time I have money and go there, I shall snatch it up. :D And the Hamasaki CD is "A Ballads", ne? SHE'S GONNA KISS HERSELF. XDDD It's pretty. I love Ayu. So, so much. I want the Ayupan figures that they give out at concerts. *__* Okay, I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rikki.drw.net/blog/"&gt;ZYPREXA IS A TOOL OF THE DEVIL&lt;/a&gt;. *is on that, too, along with a million other medications*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Lesseeeeee. I have nothing to say! I'm going to the doctor today because I keep getting this fluttering feeling in my chest that makes it hard for me to breathe. And I dunno what it is. And my chest hurts. And GAD still hasn't called. I swear, we need another hospital in Brampton. &gt;_T;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking commissions! PEOPLE COMMISSION MEEEEEEEEEEEE! &lt;a href="mailto:meg@saintcomics.com"&gt;E-mail me&lt;/a&gt; and we can talk something out. I will draw things for relatively cheap and prices are negotiable! I need the money. &gt;_&lt; I gotta move out. Yes. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-91282478?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91282478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91282478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91282478' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-91072921</id><published>2003-03-20T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T13:41:05.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, look. I'm blogging! I kept forgetting to.... bad bad Meg. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say, really. I'm bored, lonely, and haven't slept in a week. Yes, a week. I am not lying here. Oh well. Have been watching &lt;i&gt;Saishu-Heiki Kanojo&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Wolf's Rain&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Jungle Wa Itsumo Hale Nochi Guu&lt;/i&gt;. Am bored. Social blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ribby&lt;/a&gt;, thank you, but I'm content with my stuff as is (I'm only lacking one volume of fruits basket and I already have one of the AS artbooks!). :D Are you having fun? Are things looking up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chriskun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, you HAVE to read &lt;i&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/i&gt;. It's been released here in english (the novel!), and it's soooo good. It explains everything that wasn't explained in the movie and it's like a million times more brutal and you get to learn a lot more about the characters. Get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rikki.drw.net/blog/"&gt;Rikki&lt;/a&gt;, you were thinking about me? Weirdness. o_O Now I'm curious. Send me a scan of that sketch! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am done. I haven't been talking too much lately.... sleep deprivation? Perhaps.&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/879116-91072921?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91072921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/91072921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91072921' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-90320225</id><published>2003-03-07T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:45:34.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There. Crappy new layout. JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.murderofcrows.org"&gt;murderofcrows.org.&lt;/a&gt; NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-90320225?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/90320225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/90320225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90320225' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-90319932</id><published>2003-03-07T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:39:56.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-90319932?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/90319932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/90319932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90319932' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-90312299</id><published>2003-03-07T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T13:02:16.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been bad at updating lately. So I'm gonna make it up with a new layout. Then I'll blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-90312299?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/90312299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/90312299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90312299' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-89197034</id><published>2003-02-16T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T14:29:03.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BWAAAAAH I'VE LIVED THE WEEK FROM HELL I SWEAR TO GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been screamed at, yelled at, depressed, anxious, sick, dealing with people who are also all of the above, ignored, refused, etc. My mom freaked out on me for like a whole damn week, school has been hell, AND MY CAT DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT FEELING GOOD. NOT AT ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-89197034?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/89197034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/89197034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89197034' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88971601</id><published>2003-02-12T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T08:49:50.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw the morning blog. I'm gonna rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a bad week so far. I'm hating every second of it, and it all comes up to that goddamned day of supposed "love" that's really a bunch of commercialized, material garbage by which our pathetic society states its value. I mean..... okay, the concept is fine. I just hate how it's so damn commercialized. I mean, if someone bought me something stereotypical for valentines, I'd punch them. Yes, I've ranted about this before, so I'm moving along now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, since cutting myself off from most of society, life has gotten easier. I have less people to worry about and I don't have to be depressed about certain ex best friends (there are three) who are total morons and selfish jerks. I just hate people so much, goddamn. I go anywhere and do anything, and people think I'm a freak. Which is fine, but I don't understand -why- exactly. Like, last night D and B and I were at the mall and people kept gawking at us. We were dressed pretty normal. It doesn't make sense. Anyway, in a nutshell, less people to deal with is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a comission art to do for tomorrow, and I'm wondering how exactly I'm gonna do it. It's realism (which I only do for people who either pay good or deserve it, and in this case, it's all with the deserving), so it's gonna take a bit longer than anime or charactures. I'll probably do it tonight in a few different styles and see what happens. I tend to do that with commissions. I do way more work than the person pays for.... it's probably a good thing I draw fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've handed out &lt;b&gt;24 resumes&lt;/b&gt; now. I've lost count of job applications. I still have not got one stupid phone call. I am VERY annoyed. -__-; At least I get an extra opportunity to make money in May (thank you, Jaspreet!) by hosting a sales table at the art festival. That's promising. I hope. o__o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I've been pacing and retching like crazy. I went to bed at 10:40. Didn't fall asleep until 2 something. Woke up at four because of the dog and haven't slept since. And dad's bugging the hell out of me. Jesus christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back to bed and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88971601?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88971601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88971601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88971601' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88910694</id><published>2003-02-11T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T08:58:00.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a bad day. I feel like I'm gonna puke and I woke up with that feeling AND I was drenched in sweat (cold kind, it was so gross) and Buffy is sick and dying (that's my cat, for those of you who don't know).&lt;br /&gt;-__-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the time being, I will rant. Rant rant. Because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate valentines day. I hate it alot. It's overly commercialized and so petty, and it was fun in like second grade when everyone got valentines but once you hit like grade five it SUCKS because everyone is so selective and people hate me so I get shoved under the carpet. Well..... okay, so a few guys like me from what I've heard, but UGH and I have a girlfriend and she lives far far away and I haven't seen her in two years and VALENTINES DAY SUCKS WHEN YOU'RE ALONE ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU DO HAVE A VALENTINE BUT YOU DON'T LIVE NEAR ENOUGH TO THEM TO DO ANYTHING. *flails arms* IN SHORT, THIS WEEK SUCKS. AND I BLAME IT ON VALENTINE'S DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chibialex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;, I like your stuff. I really do, I think it's unique and most often very sweet. Your stories are excellent and I'm always amazed at how much your art has improved since way back in the day. Please keep trying. You can do it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88910694?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88910694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88910694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88910694' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88849951</id><published>2003-02-10T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T09:06:28.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; should watch what you say. So, the possibility of being a lesbian makes you an "abnormal freak"? T_T;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Life sucks. Nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88849951?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88849951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88849951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88849951' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88704010</id><published>2003-02-07T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T08:41:04.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041990444_terestedGF.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Not- You're...not girlfriend material. Not because&lt;br&gt;you'd be a bad girlfriend, but because you're&lt;br&gt;not in the mindset to be one. You're childish&lt;br&gt;and silly. Also, you might not necessarily be&lt;br&gt;attracted to guys. ~shrugs~ whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend 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;&lt;br /&gt;..... Yup. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88704010?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88704010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88704010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88704010' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88703262</id><published>2003-02-07T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T08:20:15.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jooks/1036140909_BRIMAGES6k.jpg" border="0" alt="#6 Kiriyama"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Why!?!...STOP..STOP!!"&lt;br /&gt;- #3 Kenai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jooks/quizzes/Which%20Battle%20Royale%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Battle Royale Character 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;&lt;br /&gt;Got me an lj. HAR HAR THAT MEANS I CAN WRITE WHATEVER I WANT AND YOU PEOPLE CAN SCREW OFF BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU READING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, you are my best pal and I tell you that I do want you to read it. Like Tony and Ju and Carla and Allison!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88703262?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88703262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88703262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88703262' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88669195</id><published>2003-02-06T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T16:53:30.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel useless and totally worthless. If I had a gun, I'd shoot myself between the eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88669195?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88669195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88669195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88669195' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88645972</id><published>2003-02-06T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T08:27:45.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, secondary to my posting, anyone willing to gimme a livejournal code?? I want a friends-only LJ so people from school can't read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88645972?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88645972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88645972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88645972' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88645828</id><published>2003-02-06T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T08:23:17.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hououji.homestead.com/files/ten.gif" width="304" height="154"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithie.enoughspunk.org/quiz.html" target="_BLANK"&gt; Find out which Pita Ten character you are!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Ten-chan. XD I love Ten-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all snotty and gross this morning. And my head hurts. But my puppy loves me, so I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/1280666"&gt;CG that took nine hours&lt;/a&gt; and it looks like hell compared to what I was hoping for. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say here.&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/879116-88645828?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88645828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88645828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88645828' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88529940</id><published>2003-02-04T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T08:42:07.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Yesterday was interesting. I went to school in hopes of getting my schedule but they wouldn't give it to me because I had a library book and &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt; still signed out, but here's the kicker--- that damn reading and writing for seniors book was noted as out and it was handed in ARUGHHH! Gerrad handed it in for me, and Mrs. Crawford TOLD me he did. So I was a little pissed off. But in order to find this out I went to the library, then to the guidance office, then to the conference room, then to the student office. I wanted to strangle someone. THEN I called my dad and let him know about all this, and he didn't believe me, so I went home and got the evil eye for most of the afternoon. Then when mom came home, he had her phone Mrs. Crawford..... ughhh. I have my two books here and ready to go back (I couldn't find them, and with good reason; they had fallen behind the bookshelf), but my classes depend on that textbook. I'll be RAGING if I don't get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's been bidding a whole lot on ebay. And I'm jealous, because mom won't let me bid on anything. -__-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicket's so cute. I love my puppy. She cuddles with me and plays with me and gives me kisses. She's such a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel slimy, so I'm gonna go shower now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88529940?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88529940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88529940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88529940' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88449140</id><published>2003-02-02T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T21:41:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hereby swear not to speak with anyone in the collective school group other than Gerrad, B, Mike Jensen, Blair, and Hana ever again. So I'm cleaning off my blog links. Sorry, I'm sick of dealing with everyone. Don't speak to me. Not online, not at school, not anywhere else. I'm sorry, it's no personal offense, guys. I just can't hack it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88449140?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88449140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88449140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88449140' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88436504</id><published>2003-02-02T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T16:41:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to chinatown with D and Lisa! It was so fun! We got these stylin' hats, and I got two grey fauxfur bags for cheap! And then we went to kikiwai, where I got two furuba fans and D got the Pita-Ten dvd, and Lisa got FLCL. Then we puttered around some more, got food, and D got TTT and Grave of the Fireflies on DVD. Theeeen we walked down Spadina to this little upstairs lounge that serves bubbletea and it was GOOD. Expensive, but good. THEEEN we went to the silver snail, where I got D this Alice Cooper legoman. XD And we all went on speaker's corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a word to all--- I am a heartless bitch. Yes. The end for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88436504?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88436504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88436504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88436504' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88326883</id><published>2003-01-31T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T09:49:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to school today, la la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF= " http://quizilla.com/users/Shirono/quizzes/The%20inner%20color%20quiz%20(Utena%20Images)" &gt; &lt;IMG SRC="http://homepage.mac.com/werkers/colorquiz/youaremaroon.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;You are maroon. You represent cunning stength, but usually a manipulative power evolves from it. You are vengeful and impure, and have nearly lost all hope at become beautiful inside again.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;What inner color are you? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE= "-1"Quiz by Shirono&lt;/FONT&gt; &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/879116-88326883?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88326883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88326883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88326883' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88199870</id><published>2003-01-29T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T00:22:22.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.saintcomics.com/"&gt;We're ready for action!&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Saint Comics now has the much talked about dot com. GO LOOK! Jamie did a good job with the html. Sign the guestbook! Make us believe we have a fanbase. *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88199870?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88199870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88199870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88199870' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88170820</id><published>2003-01-28T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T14:40:51.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cafeshops.com/aesiraven"&gt;Buy things&lt;/a&gt;. THEY ARE SHINY. Support my best friend! NOW. GIVE HIM YOUR DOUGH. GET PRETTY THINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88170820?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88170820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88170820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88170820' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88170733</id><published>2003-01-28T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T14:39:03.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/5w4.gif" border=0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;take free enneagram test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88170733?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88170733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88170733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88170733' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88163470</id><published>2003-01-28T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T12:06:54.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good day! I had my last exam (thank you so much to Chris for the history notes! *hug*), and then B and I went to the mall where I got.... *drumroll* The first Furuba DVD. ^_^ And I must say, the dub is amusing. The only real sacrelige in it is Yuki's voice. He sounds so ...manly. I'll stick to the japanese version. Also got my X tarot! Thanks, Lisa. ^_^ Then we went back to B and D's house and Lisa was there and B and I hijacked James' apartment to play DDR. And I spent most of the time LAUGHING. Lisa said she wanted to be me at that moment because EVERYTHING was funny. The word "beat" made me laugh my head off for like ten minuntes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really depressed last night. I step in this house and everything goes downhill. I apologize to Tony and Jamie for being a moody bitch. I dunno what was up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, my dad told me that he's suicidal and depressed. And I said "go to the doctor" and he says "no, the doctor can't do anything". GRRR. So I told him that I know how he feels, and to just go to the doctor. He seems to think the only thing that they'll do is put him on medication, which isn't true. -_-; But this is my dad, and he won't listen. He's in bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pondering working on the layout for murderofcrows.org. I think I shall. Then I'll go draw some AH pictures for Jamie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88163470?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88163470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88163470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88163470' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88100990</id><published>2003-01-27T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T11:02:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to get involved in this. I can't help it. I've grown up alongside an older brother who is obsessed with motorcycles and has some 20 something years of experience with them, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Lisa when it comes to &lt;a href="http://wasted_time.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;. Motorcycle accidents may not nessicarily cause more deaths than car accidents (I'm honestly not sure of the statistics), but they -do- cause more serious injuries. know I'm not involved in the fight, I just wanna clarify some facts for you. A helmet, no matter how strong it is, is only good if you &lt;i&gt;never ever drop it&lt;/i&gt;. That's right. The second you drop it, jar it, or even smack it, you're disturbing the construction and it is no longer as protective as it had claimed to be when you bought it. I commend you on the leather; that's the safest choice you can make. Jeans are a mediocre second, always try for leather. My brother John wears layers of it when he goes riding because he's thrown his bike a few times and has lived to tell the tale. I also hope you can handle your bike well when you ride it so that if you DO throw it, it doesn't crush you. Even the best riders throw their bikes (and that's really a shame when it's a nice bike &gt;_&lt;;; *imagines a suzuki katana 750 getting thrown and totalled*).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88100990?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88100990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88100990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88100990' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88071505</id><published>2003-01-26T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T20:50:53.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chriskun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, to clear some things up for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie did not jump back to the past from the scene with the winning girl. That's the winner of a previous year's games (as Kawada had won like three years before, not the year before the full game depicted by the movie takes place) not the game that the movie is about. Next off, Kawada -knew- how to disarm the necklaces but only as a last resort, and when he fired the guns to make it sound like he killed Nanahara and Nuriko, he disabled the chokers (they just weren't unlocked). As for the emotional thing, the movie was kinda meant to appeal to teens so romance was an issue. Not to mention the fact that if you know you're gonna die, you do weird things. ^_^;; Also worth noting, when you're worked up and get wounded,  you don't nessicarily drop dead or fall on your face right away. Adrenaline can keep someone on their feet to the end; especially when they -know- that there's danger and their system is all out of whack. &lt;br /&gt;There. Cleared up. Though the romance did irk me a bit, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88071505?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88071505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88071505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88071505' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-88065881</id><published>2003-01-26T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T18:21:03.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;PLEASE EVERYONE GO TO &lt;a href="http://www.swappingtons.com"&gt;SWAPPINGTONS&lt;a&gt; AND SIGN UP WITH ME AS YOUR REFERER! I AM KNOWN AS megomobile!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-88065881?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88065881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/88065881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88065881' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87966019</id><published>2003-01-24T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T12:49:20.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ribbychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Don't be nervous&lt;/a&gt;, you'll have fun! ^_^ Lucky you, I'd love to go to Japan. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87966019?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87966019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87966019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87966019' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87965940</id><published>2003-01-24T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T12:47:22.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIpped from Frecks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Last dream: Oooh! I was with B and D and their mom, and we were driving around in the stupid rental car, and we went to this stripclub place and D's mom worked there cleaning it after close, and for some reason we had to wait in the car when she went to work. So B and I were playing with our digital cameras and D decided she'd go and help her mom. Then there was this guy who was honking at us in his car, and he was swearing and stuff and B's like "we should move around the other side of the parking lot or he'll keep bugging us". I told her that neither of us can drive and she's like "we can pretend that I can!" and she started the car and drove it around to the other side of the lot and hit like twenty cars on the way and she kept doing donuts in it and I was afraid that we'd DIE. The end.&lt;br /&gt;2) Last car ride: uhhh..... when John and I picked mom up from work on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;3) Last kiss: Way back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;4) Last good cry: Uhhh.... I think....ummm.... I don't know. I nearly cried playing MGS, tho, when Sniper Wolf had Snake kill her. ;O;&lt;br /&gt;5) Last Missing Library Book: XD Mercy Among the Children. It was due on November 28th, and it's probably in my room someplace.&lt;br /&gt;6) Last movie seen: In theatres it was TTT. At home, Battle Royale. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;7) Last Book Read: Lives of Girls and Women. u_u;&lt;br /&gt;8) Last cuss word uttered: "FUCKNUTS!!"&lt;br /&gt;9) Last beverage drank: Barq's rootbeer. I had a craving.&lt;br /&gt;10) Last Food consumed: school cafeteria fries and chicken burger. BECAUSE WE HAVE NO FOOD HERE, I ate at school after my exam.&lt;br /&gt;12) Last phone call: Julian phoned me last night.&lt;br /&gt;13) Last TV show watched: Umm... I watched Sailor Moon yesterday and it was the one with "Andrew" and his girlfriend "Rita" and how Zoicite wanted the "rainbow crystal" out of "Rita"'s chest and "Lita" and "Serena" were cooking for "Andrew" and "Tuxedo Mask" was done in by his own ego. XD Like all the quotes??&lt;br /&gt;14) Last Item Bought: My Barq's rootbeer. Actual non-consumable item was.... probably art supplies.&lt;br /&gt;15) Last time showered: two days ago because I can't seem to get the bathroom to myself.&lt;br /&gt;16) Last shoes worn: My Adidas ones. *LOVE*&lt;br /&gt;17) Last CD played: A random mix CD I made. Actual CD, probably my Loreena McKennit one.&lt;br /&gt;18) Last downloaded: Battle Royale.&lt;br /&gt;19) Last annoyance: The fact that Wicket woke me up six times this morning and I had an exam at 8:30. T_T;&lt;br /&gt;20) Last disappointment: that Gerrad didn't get my PSOne modded.&lt;br /&gt;21) Last soda drank: Barq's.&lt;br /&gt;22) Last thing written: Writing class exam. ARUGAHOGSA! HATE.&lt;br /&gt;23) Last key used: this here . key. XD Seriously? Probably a housekey of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;24) Last words spoken: "I keep putting them on the dining room table and Dad keeps moving them back."&lt;br /&gt;25) Last trip: To the Taylor cottage in the summer with D, B, and Lisa ....or to Wasaga Beach with Amy's family and Jamie two years ago. T__T;&lt;br /&gt;26) Last sleep: went to sleep at 11 pm and was woken at 4 am, 5:30, 6:10, 6:30, 6:45, and 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;27) Last IM: uhhh...... can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;28) Last sexual fantasy: . . . . . if you have the nerve to ask me to my face, maybe I'll consider telling you. XP&lt;br /&gt;29) Last time you thought you saw a UFO: Grade 3 when I was walking home from Scott's house and it was dark and starry out and I looked up at the sky and one of the stars moved back and forth across the sky REAL FAST. O_O&lt;br /&gt;30) Last weird encounter: Yesterday's cellphone incident.&lt;br /&gt;31) Last Store Shopped at: Curry's art supplies store.&lt;br /&gt;32) Last ice cream eaten: .... I -think- it was cherry cheesecake, but I don't eat ice cream much. I'm more for frogurt.&lt;br /&gt;33) Last time amused: When I was talking with Blair in the caf today.&lt;br /&gt;34) Last time wanting to die: during the exam. XP &lt;br /&gt;35) Last time in love: ...now?&lt;br /&gt;36) Last time hugged: .....yesterday, from mom, I think.&lt;br /&gt;37) Last time scolded: When my dad bitched at me about something? He's the only one who really bitches at me.&lt;br /&gt;38) Last time resentful: When my parents were whispering about me behind my back thinking that BECAUSE I'M WEARING HEADPHONES I CAN'T HEAR THEM.&lt;br /&gt;39) Last chair sat in: This here craptacular computerchair from value villiage.&lt;br /&gt;40) Last lipstick used: black stuff.&lt;br /&gt;41) Last underwear worn: Froofy pink. &gt;_&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;42) Last bra worn: *looks down shirt* My white one.&lt;br /&gt;43) Last shirt worn: suzy shier tanktop because it's comfy.&lt;br /&gt;44) Last class attended: Writing exam. Otherwise, Literature class.&lt;br /&gt;45) Last Final taken: this morning. Writing.&lt;br /&gt;46) Last time dancing: DDR, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;47) Last poster looked at: The really cute Gorillaz one in room 109.&lt;br /&gt;48) Last concert attended: Puffyamiyumi with B at the Opera House in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;49) Last webpage visited: b3ta. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87965940?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87965940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87965940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87965940' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87904625</id><published>2003-01-23T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T19:18:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mystery of the lost cellphone solved. It was Julian's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87904625?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87904625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87904625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87904625' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87895360</id><published>2003-01-23T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T07:38:35.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimper cry cry* I have my literature exam in an hour or so. &gt;_&lt;;;; I'm scared for this one. I don't know why, I just am. &gt;_&lt;;; I should try to find all my books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg: *stands in the kitchen next to mom* I'm just standing here because I can. I have the magical powers of standingness.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh?&lt;br /&gt;Meg: I'm Standman. *poses*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You're retarded is what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME MAD? I've applied for so many places to find a job and I haven't gotten a SINGLE call. ;__; My mom says she'll harass her boss for me, but still.... I need the money badly. I'm saving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrghhhhghhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87895360?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87895360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87895360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87895360' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87847825</id><published>2003-01-22T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T11:53:46.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, sign up for &lt;a href="http://www.swappingtons.com"&gt;Swappingtons&lt;/a&gt; if you like to trade items instead of bidding on ebay and crap. Please say your referrer is me (megomobile). Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87847825?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87847825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87847825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87847825' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87815858</id><published>2003-01-21T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T21:09:47.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Painting is fun! I've come to this conclusion for the six millionth time in my life. I just have a problem with a needy puppy who always wants attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying." -- Woody Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87815858?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87815858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87815858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87815858' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87780194</id><published>2003-01-21T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T21:08:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running late am I. Probably only going to one class, too. u_u;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87780194?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87780194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87780194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87780194' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87737228</id><published>2003-01-20T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T13:00:38.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Tis 4th period right now, and I'm skipping because Mr. Burgoyne isn't here and I don't feel much like putting up with group work that I am not involved in. So instead, I'm sitting here with Dan and playing in the computer lab area doohickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about fifty pages of notes to photocopy for the history exam in a week, which will be funny because I'm more than likely to forget and not bother. However, if I can get some of it done sometime today, all will be well. I'm supposed to be working on my isu thinger right now, too. Ugh. I need to find a shorter poem to use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew on my hand with my funky body pens. JAMIE, BODY PENS ARE GOOD. WE CAN MAKE USE OF THEM SOMEDAY. *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gldbgladgdgbkhkaskaahpgpeghiophiaegadgho[jdgo[ahfnpfsnhpnnk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that is me playing like Beethoven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will someday serve a purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87737228?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87737228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87737228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87737228' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87724140</id><published>2003-01-20T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T07:15:04.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning something or other&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, social blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freckles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chriskun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happy belated birthday!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://buttmonkey.blogspot.com"&gt;Zalina&lt;/a&gt;, I'm sorry for not responding, but I'm obviously not that dependant on blogs for communication. u_u; I don't check them nearly as often as I probably should, so I hadn't read your note until now. No I'm not angry, just indifferent. I don't care about the editing anymore. Do whatever the hell you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fireflychan.blogspot.com"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;, you need to blog, woman. T_T;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cant-think-rite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gerrad&lt;/a&gt;, not everyone is a videogame nerd like you. *lol* I would probably play that game the exact same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tenmabooger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momma T&lt;/a&gt;, you needa' blog more, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im' itchy and hungry and I haven't finished my historical lives project. &gt;_&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I was with this guy named Dante, and him and I were "close" and he was really mean to most people and a jerk and stuff, but for some reason he was really nice to me. And we all went to this place by a lake, and I was swimming with my friends (I think I was a boy in the dream), and I went out too far and the water was really cold all of a sudden so I started to drown. And Dante came and saved meeeee. And later I gave him something (can't remember what) and he was all blushy and everyone was all "O__O".&lt;br /&gt;Dante looked scarily like Orion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also dreamt that I overslept and missed school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87724140?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87724140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87724140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87724140' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87697857</id><published>2003-01-19T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T18:15:50.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kelvenna/quizzes/The%20Subculture%20Label%20Quiz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kelvenna/1034653946_yououtcast.gif" border="0" alt="Outcast"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Subculture Label 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;You are an.. OUTCAST! Nobody hates you, you just hate them. Or vice versa. You really don't like being around people, being by yourself is much better company. You are not accepted by the norm and are deemed "weird" or "freaky". You appreciate things that others don't, and you dwell in your indifference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87697857?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87697857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87697857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87697857' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87697465</id><published>2003-01-19T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T18:05:26.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched movies this weekend! Watched &lt;i&gt;The Dangerous Lives Of Altar Boys&lt;/i&gt; yesterday, and &lt;i&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/i&gt; today. Both were really enjoyable. But &lt;i&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/i&gt; came so close to being a fetish movie for me. I mean..... cute japanese chicks with guns and gusto, sexy tough-guys who look like jrockers, headwounds, violence, blood, and non stop death and plot twists. It was WONDERFUL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My head hurts and I should do my homework now, but I'm lazy. Yup. Lazy is me.&lt;br /&gt;Exams this week. Urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Varuna/quizzes/Which%20Kingdom%20Hearts%20Character%20are%20You%20Most%20Like%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/Varuna/1037003114_YouAreRiku.jpg" border="0" alt="Riku"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Kingdom Hearts Character are You Most Like?&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;Wow! And I didn't even have to cheat! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87697465?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87697465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87697465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87697465' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87663314</id><published>2003-01-18T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T22:23:05.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2003/01/shiny.html"&gt;Oh&lt;/a&gt;, the things Tony finds online to show me. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87663314?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87663314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87663314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87663314' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87639957</id><published>2003-01-18T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T10:28:55.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DrummerFromHOLE/quizzes/%2B%20What%20Gay%20Stereotype%20Are%20You%3F%20%2B/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DrummerFromHOLE/1038125841_aysLesbian.jpg" border="0" alt="Lesbian!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;+ What Gay Stereotype 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;Yr a lesbian! You like women but yr pretty discreet about it. You could be a teacher, entrepenuer, or a writer! A lot of powerful women in the media are lesbians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL DUH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87639957?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87639957' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87639597</id><published>2003-01-18T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T10:16:19.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FaeriexWings/quizzes/*%20Which%20Tragic%20Shakespearean%20Heroin%20are%20You%3F%20*/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FaeriexWings/1035039127_icsophelia.JPG" border="0" alt="I%20am%20Ophelia%2C%20from%20Shakespeare's%20%22Hamlet%22"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;* Which Tragic Shakespearean Heroin 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;So I'm a petty bitch who goes crazy and ends up dying because I wear too many layers of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87639597?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87639597' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87639492</id><published>2003-01-18T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T10:13:17.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/operaghost/quizzes/!*%3A.%3A*%3A.%20%20%20Which%20Jellicle%20cat%20are%20you%3F%20%20%20%20.%3A*%3A.%3A*!/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/operaghost/1040157246_catsquizet.jpg" border="0" alt="You%20are%20Etcetera.%20You%20are%20one%20of%20the%20older%20kittens%20and%20often%20seem%20happy%20and%20playful%2C%20but%20there%20is%20something%20bothering%20you%20that%20nobody%20knows%20about."&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;!*:.:*:.   Which Jellicle cat 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; *love* I was hoping for Macavity or Gus, but Etcetera's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87639492?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87639492' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87639222</id><published>2003-01-18T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T10:02:43.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/What's%20your%20Inner%20European%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/shanachie/1038972908_topirisher.jpg" border="0" alt="You%20are%20Irish"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your Inner European?&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/879116-87639222?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87639222' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87639113</id><published>2003-01-18T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T09:59:29.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Daniella/quizzes/What%20MGS%20series%20character%20are%20*YOU*%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/Daniella/1038939968_ISDIEtest2.jpg" border="0" alt="otacon"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What MGS series character 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;I LOVE ME. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87639113?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87639113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87639113' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87623559</id><published>2003-01-17T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T23:01:50.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lotr.fistfulayen.com/"&gt;*SPITS POP ALL OVER THE WALL*&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87623559?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87623559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87623559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87623559' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87622948</id><published>2003-01-17T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T22:44:35.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tenma&lt;/b&gt;: THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO GROPEGROPEGROPE GROPE GROPE GROPE GROPEGROPEGROPE THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO GROPEGROPEGROPE BECAUSE ITS THE BUS OF THE UNDEEAAAAAAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDD I love you, Chippy T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87622948?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87622948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87622948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87622948' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87557457</id><published>2003-01-16T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T18:01:07.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH LISA! *LOL* &lt;a href="http://littlemachine.keenspace.com/Movie1.swf"&gt;That ROCKS&lt;/a&gt;! XDDD I'M SO COOL LOOKIT ME JIVE!!!! XDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87557457?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87557457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87557457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87557457' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87539333</id><published>2003-01-16T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T11:34:18.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog!&lt;/b&gt; -- yeah, it's technically still morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sidhedreams/quizzes/The%20Zombie%20Movie%20Survival%20Quiz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sidhedreams/1040721045_equiz_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="Zombie_Hero"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Zombie Movie Survival 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;Like Ash from the Evil Dead trilogy, you are the hero. Congratulations. As the chainsaw toting king of witty one-liners, you certainly know how to handle any of those undead nasties heading your way, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I didn't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zalina, I had to go because mom beckoned me for food. So there. Anyway, you need to learn the difference between discussion and open blog posting as well as orders. But since I'm sick and apparently that's my fault, you can do the editing. Yup. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on art for anime north last night, and I did a sketch of Sora (from KH). And it actually looks like him. What a shock, you have no idea. @_@; I can't usually do fanart that well, but.... tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow. My coldsores hurt.&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/879116-87539333?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87539333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87539333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87539333' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87504511</id><published>2003-01-15T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T19:34:02.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ripped from Rikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.FULL name: Margret Elizabeth Graham. u_u;&lt;br /&gt;2.nicknames: Meg, Meggers, Megarina, Megarino, Meglet, Spud, Squirt, Kid, Megomobile, Megolomart, Marcus, G, DeadMeg&lt;br /&gt;3.city and state born in: Um.....BRAMPTON. ONTARIO. &lt;br /&gt;4.state you live in now: I don't. I live in Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;5.birthdate: May 1st, 1985.&lt;br /&gt;6.astrological sign: Taurus, and I fit it to a T.&lt;br /&gt;7.school: Chinguacousy Secondary. HATE.&lt;br /&gt;8.hobbies: sleeping, drawing, writing, sleeping, listening to music, painting, sleeping, eating, watching movies, being a critic. SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;9.sports that you play/enjoy: Dance Dance Revolution, if that counts. Soccer. Street hockey.&lt;br /&gt;10.height: We'll just say 5'6, give or take.&lt;br /&gt;11.eye color: Grey.&lt;br /&gt;12.hair color: Naturally blonde. Faded green at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;12.shoe size: Men's 10.&lt;br /&gt;righty or lefty: Righty yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you think of the way you look? I'm boring looking.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you think about your attitude? I'm a pessimistic, needy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you think about life after death? I think it's there if you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think about karma? It has some truth to it.&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think about love? I hate it, yet at the same time..... I like it.&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think about fate? I think it exists to screw me over.&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think about your self? .... I dislike me in a very major way.&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you tell yourself if times get hard? I HATE YOU ALL GO TO HELL AND DIE.&lt;br /&gt;9. What would you give your life for? My family or my friends.&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you think about your first love? She's too forgiving of me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the first person that loved you? See above.&lt;br /&gt;12. What are you scared of? People, and telephones. O_O&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the saddest moment of your life so far? Probably anything involving my mental condition. Or the hell I went through in elementary and middle school.&lt;br /&gt;14. What would life be without friends? Probably similar to my life now, only more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;15. Without family? Probably better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Dream Side of You* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you dream a lot at night? Yes. @_@;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you dream in black and white, or color? Colour.&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you remember any of your dream? Most of the time, yeah. I can usually remember most of my dreams in decent clarity.&lt;br /&gt;4.Where is your dream make out spot? I made out with Mute in a dream once,  at a movie theatre. o_o;;;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your dream kiss like? ....kisslike.&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your dream job? Retirement.&lt;br /&gt;7.Where is your dream house? A place with a DDR machine for each mix, and lots of space.&lt;br /&gt;8.Where is your dream vacation? Anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you believe that your dreams are a gateway to your soul? Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**DoN't Be AfRaId To DrEaM. ThE bEsT tHiNgS cOmE tO yOu WhEn YoU dReAm!** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Family* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Parents names: William and Margret Graham.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you live with both of them?:  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;3.Any siblings? If so, names and ages: John James, 37, Danielle Margot, 34 (I think).&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you get along with your siblings? John and I generally get along. Dani and I haven't spoken in years.&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you get along with your parents? I generally get along with mom. Dad's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you write in a journal or diary? I have three, actually. Two online and one on paper.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you keep an organizer? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you believe in love at first sight? No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you believe that every person has one soul mate? Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you believe in god? I don't disbelieve in God...&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you believe in everyone (even the beyond helpless)? NO.&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you believe in having a good education? Yes, I do, because myy family are a bunch of people who haven't gone past high school.&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you believe in horoscopes? Hmmm, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you believe in yourself? No.&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you shower daily? When I can get into the bathroom. u_u;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you like this survey so far? It's keeping me busy, so sure.&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you like the person that sent you this? Yeah, I like Rikki!&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you cry easily? Goddamned bloody HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you believe in heaven? No.&lt;br /&gt;15.Do you believe in hell? We're in it.&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you believe in reincarnation?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorites* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.favorite day of the week: Thursday. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;2.favorite ice-cream: Umm...don't much like ice cream anymore. I like frozen yogurt, tho!&lt;br /&gt;3.favorite movies: Fight Club, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Velvet Goldmine, Ringu, Army of Darkness, Mononoke-Hime, Lord of the Rings (both of them so far), Harry Potter (both of them too), Aliens, Pi..... I can go on forever, you know.&lt;br /&gt;4.favorite actors: Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, and Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;5.favorite actresses: Feh.&lt;br /&gt;6.favorite quote: "Would you like me to describe it to you, or shall I get you a box?"&lt;br /&gt;7.favorite songs: Too many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;8.favorite kind of music: Anything but rap.&lt;br /&gt;9.favorite music singers: DAVID GAHAN. O__O&lt;br /&gt;10.favorite holiday: Halloween. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;11.favorite season: Autumn!&lt;br /&gt;12.favorite colors: Blue, black, silver, purple, blood red.&lt;br /&gt;13.favorite flowers: Lilac.&lt;br /&gt;14.favorite book: Fight Club, probably.&lt;br /&gt;15.favorite school subject: English all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you hear ___ you think of..* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Baseball: Fat guys trying to run.&lt;br /&gt;2.Jeff: The guy who sits next to me in English and doesn't do any work.&lt;br /&gt;3.Dog: Wicket!&lt;br /&gt;4.Warm apple pie: GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;5.Socks: DDR.&lt;br /&gt;6.Fish: gutting.&lt;br /&gt;7.Nail: Nine Inch.&lt;br /&gt;8.Amanda: An old character of mine.&lt;br /&gt;9.Swimming: Fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;10.Bologna: THE FOOD OF THE GODS.&lt;br /&gt;11.Giant Eagle: Biiiig birdie.&lt;br /&gt;12.A nun: HOVERNUNS.&lt;br /&gt;13.The # 69: .........XD&lt;br /&gt;14.School: Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friendships* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who is your overall~* top of the line~* best friend?: Jamie, Lisa, D, Tony, B, Matt, Mike, Mike, Hana. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;2.Who is your 2nd best friend?: My fictional characters.&lt;br /&gt;3.Who is your 3rd best friend?: AL GORE.&lt;br /&gt;4.Who is your 4th best friend?: Whatshisname....&lt;br /&gt;5.If there are any more, you can list them here: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH OF YOUR FRIENDS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Is the funniest: D. XD&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you tell your dreams to: Whomever.&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you tell your fears to: Tony.&lt;br /&gt;9.Do you go to for advice: Tony.&lt;br /&gt;11.Knows everything about you: Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you tell your secrets to: Jamie and Tony and D.&lt;br /&gt;13.Is the most shy: .......I have shy friends?&lt;br /&gt;14.Is the loudest: Either myself, D, or B.&lt;br /&gt;15.Can't you live without: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;16.Is the most trendy: ..... I have trendy friends?&lt;br /&gt;17.Can be the most annoying: B can be really annoying sometimes. XD&lt;br /&gt;18.Lives the farthest away from you: Jamiiieee. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;19.Lives closest to you: D and B.&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you most like: .......Tony.&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you look for in a friend: Anything that makes you cool in my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Relationships* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.boyfriend/girlfriend's name: Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;2.crush: Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;3.where does that special someone live?: Spokane.&lt;br /&gt;4.things you like in the opposite sex: Nice hands.&lt;br /&gt;5.when was your first kiss: Way back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;6.are you a virgin: Well, technically.... I think I'll leave that one alone.&lt;br /&gt;7.the most romantic thing anyone has done for you was: ....Hmmm. I dunno. Nothing. I don't inspire romance in people.&lt;br /&gt;8.which is more important- personality or looks?: PERSONALITY, YOU IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;9.first boyfriend/girlfriend: *looks ashamed* Tyler Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Creative Q's* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If you had the choice to spin around the sun, or walk on the moon, which would you choose and why?: Walk on the moon! GRAVITY IS LOW! &lt;br /&gt;2.What color do you think best describes you and why? ....black because I'm screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;3.If you could be doing anything right now, what would you be doing?: SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you ever share you heart completely with someone else? .....I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;5.Which sense could you not live without, and why? Sight. O_O&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you ever written on a mirror? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;7.If you could change one thing you did in the last 24 hours, what would it be and why?: I would have went to bed and slept longer than I did.&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you prefer sleeping outside beneath the night sky, or your cozy bed indoors?: BED, SUCKA.&lt;br /&gt;9.What is the most beautiful thing in the world?: Spring rain, when its slightly sunny. And double rainbows. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;10.Name one person whose changed your life for the better: .......I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;11.What can someone do to you that would turn you on fully- physically or mentally- or both?: I can get off on music. I'm dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;12.If you knew you were going to pass away within the next few days, what would be the last thing you say, and who would you say that to?: I would tell Jamie that I'm sorry for being a bitch and that I love her.&lt;br /&gt;13.What is one thing that can make you smile no matter what mood your in?: YAOI.&lt;br /&gt;14.If you could meet anyone, past or present, dead or alive, who would you meet and why?: I would meet Dami. Because I love Dami. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;15.And finally, what makes you, you?: All my psychotic episodes and angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87504511?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87504511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87504511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87504511' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87472162</id><published>2003-01-15T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T07:45:48.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sick again today, as I'm still gooey and gross and now my ears are beginning to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zalina, Amy, and Jen, you guys better have filmed those scenes without me. T__T;;; If not, DO THAT TODAY AND GET IT TO THE TECH DEPARTMENT. OR I WILL KILL YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and tired. The fact that I'm tired is really funny because I've been sleeping for about two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already stressing over my Sheridan portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87472162?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87472162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87472162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87472162' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87439052</id><published>2003-01-14T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T17:17:03.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.512productions.com/lobstermagnet/"&gt;LOBSTER STICKS TO MAGNET.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87439052?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87439052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87439052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87439052' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87382029</id><published>2003-01-13T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T20:09:13.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://liquid2k.com/ffguild/quiz/dark.gif&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href=http://liquid2k.com/ffguild/quiz/index.html target=_blank&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to take the quiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87382029?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87382029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87382029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87382029' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87374412</id><published>2003-01-13T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T17:29:03.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Meg&lt;br /&gt;@ Age: 17.&lt;br /&gt;@ Height: 5'6 or so.&lt;br /&gt;@ Sign: Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;@ Hair Color: washed out green.&lt;br /&gt;@ Eye Color: Grey.&lt;br /&gt;@ Foot Size: Men's 10.&lt;br /&gt;@ Heritage: Scottish and German.&lt;br /&gt;@ Birthplace: Brampton. u_u;&lt;br /&gt;@ Parents Names: Mommie and Da.&lt;br /&gt;@ Parents Together?: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[schooling]&lt;br /&gt;@ Elementary School: Goldcrest.&lt;br /&gt;@ Middle School: Greenbriar.&lt;br /&gt;@ High School: Chinguacousy.&lt;br /&gt;@ College: None yet.&lt;br /&gt;@ Major (if applicable): None yet.&lt;br /&gt;@ Extracurricular Activity of Choice: Art?&lt;br /&gt;@ Favorite Elementary School Memory: When Ian kicked the supply teacher in the shin and ran out of the school.&lt;br /&gt;@ Favourite Middle School Memory: Amy running over a possum on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;@ Favorite High School Memory: So far? Ummm.... insulting Veronica daily, because she was too stupid to understand when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hygiene.. oh please...]&lt;br /&gt;@ Shower How Often?: Every other day, usually. People here are bathroom hogs.&lt;br /&gt;@ Morning or Night Showers?: Night unless I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;@ Brush Teeth How Often?: Once every few days at best. &lt;br /&gt;@ Floss? (Don't lie!): Yup.&lt;br /&gt;@ Shampoo Brand: Usually Pantine Pro V Clarifying.&lt;br /&gt;@ Soap / Body Wash Brand: Zest or Lever 2000.&lt;br /&gt;@ Lotion Brand: Don't use it, really. I have this nice raspberry dollar store stuff.&lt;br /&gt;@ Face Wash Brand: Clean and Clear.&lt;br /&gt;@ Toothbrush Color: White.&lt;br /&gt;@ Body Spray: Don't use it. Makes me itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[love, hate, rejection, and all the fun stuff.]&lt;br /&gt;@ Define Love: something that is wonderful, terrible, horrifying, scary, and surreal all at once.&lt;br /&gt;@ Have you ever mistaken love for lust?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;@ Are you in love? With who?: Yes, &lt;a href="http://fireflychan.blogspot.com"&gt;my Jamie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ If yes, are you sure it's love?: Verra.&lt;br /&gt;@ If no, have you ever been in love?: N/A&lt;br /&gt;@ What happened?: .......MARS ATTACKS.&lt;br /&gt;@ Have you ever been used?: YES.&lt;br /&gt;@ What happened and why?: Too many things to mention.&lt;br /&gt;@ Have you ever used someone?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;@ What happened and why?: See the question before last.&lt;br /&gt;@ Biggest disappointment (relationship/girl/guy-wise): That I didn't like the person I wanted to in the way I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;@ First Kiss?: I refuse to disclose a name.&lt;br /&gt;@ Most Memorable Kiss?: Yet to have one that doesn't involve force. T__T;;;&lt;br /&gt;@ Ever been dumped?: No.&lt;br /&gt;@ Ever dumped?: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;@ Worst kisser: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;@ Worst hugger: Ummmm...... I dunno, actually.&lt;br /&gt;@ Best kisser: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;@ Best hugger: B, because she's warm and soft. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;@ Are you friends with any of your exes?: One of them.&lt;br /&gt;@ Sweetest romantic thing done for you: I can't think of anything.... probably nothing. u_u;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[play favorites]&lt;br /&gt;@ TV Show: Drew Carey!&lt;br /&gt;@ Movie: Fight Club, Hedwig and the Angry Inch.&lt;br /&gt;@ Book: Currently, it's either Fight Club, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, or the Bonesetter's Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;@ Solo Artist: ...Alice Cooper! XD&lt;br /&gt;@ Band: Depeche Mode, Iron Maiden, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, VNV Nation.&lt;br /&gt;@ CD: Of non-bootleg CDs.... probably the second CD for the DM singles collection 86-98.&lt;br /&gt;@ Soundtrack: Hedwig and the Angry Inch. &lt;br /&gt;@ Song: Currently, it's either "Midnight Radio" by Hedwig and the Angry Inch, or "Endless Sorrow" by Hamasaki Ayumi.&lt;br /&gt;@ Color: Black, blue, purple, blood red, silver.&lt;br /&gt;@ Slang Word: Yo.&lt;br /&gt;@ City: Toronto, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;@ Season: Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;@ Article of Clothing: My pilon pants. Or one of my gothy shirts.&lt;br /&gt;@ Sport to Watch: Hockey.&lt;br /&gt;@ Sport to Play: Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;@ Animal: Cats, snakes, and rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[random questions because i'm done with categorizing]&lt;br /&gt;@ What are you wearing?: orange pyjamas that my mom made me.&lt;br /&gt;@ What are you doing?: Listening to music and lusting after sleep.&lt;br /&gt;@ What do you want to do with your life?: I have NO idea... ;_;&lt;br /&gt;@ One Naughty Secret: Uhhh..... I kill kittens. (not literally.... only a few people would get this.)&lt;br /&gt;@ One Silly Secret: I like Barry Mannilow.&lt;br /&gt;@ One Bad Habit: God, I have a million. Let's pick one at random--- self mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;@ One Bad Personality Trait: Agressive.&lt;br /&gt;@ One Good Habit: .............saying please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;@ One Good Personality Trait: I'm creative.&lt;br /&gt;@ One Natural Talent: Flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;@ One Acquired Talent: Artness.&lt;br /&gt;@ Thing you want to do once in your life: Resort to cannibalism.&lt;br /&gt;@ Thing you will never do in your life: Have kids.&lt;br /&gt;@ Where do you want to travel to?: Anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;@ Where will you never go?: Korea.&lt;br /&gt;@ What do people not get about you?: Everything. 'Cept Tony, I think he has the best understanding of me there is as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;@ What do you need right now?: SLEEP AND MEDICATION.&lt;br /&gt;@ What do you have right now?: Probably Norwalk. Thanks, John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87374412?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87374412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87374412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87374412' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87350524</id><published>2003-01-13T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T07:58:32.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick! SICK SICK! Gerrad, it's your fault. My tonsils hurt and I have like 12 coldsores in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having chips and dip for breakfast. If that's not healthy, I dunno WHAT is. *being sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessee here....what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, mom and I went shopping! I got a pretty dress (YES A DRESS THAT I WILL WEAR WITH PANTS AND A SHIRT) that was originally $85, but was marked down to $20. I also got gay pride earmuffs, headphones, fimo, and a chain to carry around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a gory photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow, the salt hurts my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87350524?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87350524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87350524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87350524' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87318860</id><published>2003-01-12T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T16:22:35.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/teffie/quizzes/What%20swear%20word%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036281989_CStephanieswearfuck.gif" border="0" alt="fuck"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What swear word 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;That's about right. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87318860?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87318860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87318860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87318860' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87306800</id><published>2003-01-12T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T10:32:20.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm snotty and sneezy and gooey and greasy and gross. Gerrad, my throat is killing me, so I'm blaming you. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Friday Zalina, Jen, Amy, and myself filmed most of our movie thing. T'was fun! It was interesting tying Zalina up and abusing her on tape in the parking garage of Amy's apartment. The locker room scene amuses me because I fall to my knees in it and there's this loud THUD on the film. XD I must weigh a ton for me to make such a sound on tile-over-pavement. After we finished out filming, Jen was teaching us to say things in chinese, and then Zalina and I walked to the mall to get the 12 home. It was interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I slept until 3 in the afternoon. Then later that evening, I went with D and B to see LotR again. Haldir does NOT look like Vin Disel, B. You're on cheap crack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is morning now. I have gotten one e-mail today about resuming LotM. I will try to resume it once exams are over. I have four exams. Pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the mall. Matt says they have a Rikku figure in comic world. O___O I WANT. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughhackhack* u_u;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87306800?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87306800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87306800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87306800' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87215196</id><published>2003-01-10T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T07:42:23.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning&lt;/b&gt; --- *snotsneeze* --- &lt;b&gt;blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus christ on a pogo stick. My throat hurts, my head hurts, and I'm all snotty. This is BAD because I can't miss any classes (well, not really) until after exams, and tonight Amy, Zalina, Jen, and myself are filming and I won't get to come home until later than normal. This just SUCKS. At least I can rest assured that in writing class we do nothing now that we're on our final project. T__T;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dead.blogspot.com/"&gt;AWW!&lt;/a&gt; That IS cute! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fireflychan.blogspot.com/"&gt;How much&lt;/a&gt; furuba do you have on order? o_0 What you don't have I could probably get you.... or posters or keychains or cards or something. And because you did it, here's my response list of manga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruits Basket 1-10&lt;br /&gt;KareKano 1-2&lt;br /&gt;Angel Sanctuary 1, 3, 13&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura Billingual 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Sanctuary "Angel Cage" artbook&lt;br /&gt;Cardcaptor Sakura Manga Illustration Book 1&lt;br /&gt;Sailormoon SuperS Movie Art Book&lt;br /&gt;Fruits Basket Character Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for actual untranslated stuff. *lol* I have a small ton of english manga, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm.... I need to bring extra clothes to school today. Grr. u_u; Stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snotsneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87215196?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87215196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87215196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87215196' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87162755</id><published>2003-01-09T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T07:52:45.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I DDRed for over 4 hours. It was woooonderful. *heartheart* I love 5th mix so much. FUN! XD~ Sankyuu, Gerrad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesseee.... got my writing ISU back. Two percent shy of what I was hoping to get, but it's still purdy good--- 88%. And considering I didn't really do any work for it, I just copied and pasted parts of my novel together, that's pretty good too. This kinda makes me wonder if maybe my novel will be good enough to publish after all. I think before the school year is out, I have to get Mrs. Crawford and Mr. Burgoyne's e-mail adresses so I can stay in touch with them. I like them, they're both cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in two weeks. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. Let's compare points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are good because:&lt;br /&gt;-Once they're over, that's it and you're done.&lt;br /&gt;-I usually do really well on exams.&lt;br /&gt;-It's just two hours of work and then you can go home.&lt;br /&gt;-you feel accomplished once you finish them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are bad because:&lt;br /&gt;-they stress you out.&lt;br /&gt;-you have to study for them.&lt;br /&gt;-they can harbour some nasty little surprises.&lt;br /&gt;-if you cheat and get caught, you're in shit.&lt;br /&gt;-you have to take them, even if you're sick and have a doctor's note. This is a stupid new rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie goes home today, so I'll actually get to speak to her. Reason I bring this up here is because her friend Perry wants me to look for another X tarot deck for her, so me'sa need to go to Pacific Mall once more. Lisa, D? Can we go next week,  y'think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all snotty and gross. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing else to say here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87162755?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87162755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87162755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87162755' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87109519</id><published>2003-01-08T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T07:47:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Morning Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUHNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUNUN!&lt;br /&gt;I am BATMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swishes cape and goes off to save Gotham*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MKR tapes are currently at $75. Any better offers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87109519?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87109519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87109519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87109519' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87081423</id><published>2003-01-07T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T18:04:20.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a TAP day at school, and I was unaware so I went to school an hour before I had to. u_u;;;; Oh well. I finished inking a drawing (which I only like half of now, so I'll probably only be using that part for prints). Today was a good day, actually. I got a 92% on my university english ISU essay, which is a HUGE relief because that means I have over the minimum grade requirement for the Humber journalism courses. In history class, we're learning about the shogun, and my teacher was pronouncing -everything- wrong, so I had to refrain from putting up my hand to correct him every time he said "daimyo". He pronounced it "die-ah-mee-yo" and "dah-ee-mee-yo". I wanted to tell him otherwise many times (especially when he kept mispronouncing Tokyo as "toe-kee-oh"). I opted for being quiet as to keep him from getting mad. Then at lunch, Matt was posing erotically for me. In literature, it was a lecture day, and we discussed stuff and it was fun. In writer's craft, I copied notes and was mellow. In english, we analysed poetry. That was the end of that. A nice, smooth-sailing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already working on art for Anime North. I have compiled a list of characters that I will (hopefully) draw and CG for prints to sell. See, here's my math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I do 25 different CG fanarts. I get 2 prints of each done to sell. To get each colour print made, it's about $1 per page. This costs me $50. However, if I sell them for $5 each, then if I sell just 10, I make my money back. If I sell all 50 prints, I make $500. That's a hell of a profit. Here's hoping it works; prints sell better than originals because they cost less and are generally computer rendered (which is a popular medium). ^_^ I will also do some paintings and stuff, of course, and comics, but it's the prints I'm going all out on. Here's my list of fanart prints I hope to do; popularity being the key. If anyone can think of any popular anime, manga, or game characters that would sell well and I don't have here, PLEASE &lt;a href="mailto:gemchan@aesiraven.com"&gt;e-mail me&lt;/a&gt; and let me know. It'd be appreciated. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejiko and Rabi~en~Rose (digi charat)&lt;br /&gt;Spike Spiegel and Faye Valentine (cowboy bebop)&lt;br /&gt;Mana (Malice Mizer, because he's popular and pretty)&lt;br /&gt;Solid Snake and Psycho Mantis(Metal Gear Solid)&lt;br /&gt;Souma Yuki, Souma Kyo, Souma Hatsuharu, Souma Momiji, Souma Shigure, Souma Kisa, Souma Ayame, and Honda Tohru (Fruits Basket)&lt;br /&gt;Kinomoto Sakura and Daidouji Tomoyo (Cardcaptor Sakura)&lt;br /&gt;Ebichu (Ebichu the Housekeeping Hamster [I have issues ])&lt;br /&gt;Tenjou Utena (Revolutionary Girl Utena)&lt;br /&gt;Ikari Shinji and Nagisa Kaworu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)&lt;br /&gt;Chii (Chobits)&lt;br /&gt;Sora, Riku, Leon/Squall, and Sephiroth (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;Boogiepop (Boogiepop Phantom)&lt;br /&gt;Iwakura Lain (Serial Experiments Lain)&lt;br /&gt;Dilandau (Escaflowne)&lt;br /&gt;Vash and Wolfwood (Trigun)&lt;br /&gt;Inu-Yasha (Inu-Yasha)&lt;br /&gt;Saotome Ranma [male and female] (Ranma 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;Belldandy (Aa! Megami-Sama)&lt;br /&gt;Miyazawa Yukino (Kareshi Kanouo no Jijou)&lt;br /&gt;San (Mononoke Hime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also worth mentioning is that I am doing commissions &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;, too. So if there's something you want drawn/CGed/animated/whatever, let me know. I can do it, most of the time. And to answer the most common question I get, YES I WILL DRAW HENTAI. Just nothing involving children, animals, or violence (masochism is okay, but not blood and entrails in sex, thanks, save for vampireness). Again, &lt;a href="mailto:gemchan@aesiraven.com"&gt;e-mail me&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand lastly. I have, in my possession, the ENTIRE collection of Magic Knight Rayearth (series one and two). I will sell them. They are VHS, and each tape has been viewed TWICE (I kid you not). It's not a series I'm really that fond enough of to watch over and over again, since I'm not a huge fan of shoujo stuff. Anyone who wants them, feel free to make an offer. Actually, PLEASE make an offer. I'm trying to save up money. &gt;_&gt;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want a Two-Mix CD? $15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have a CCS wallscroll I no longer have room for that I'll sell! It's Sakura and Tomoyo from one of the movies, methinks. $10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done being a pointless money grubbing bitch. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87081423?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87081423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87081423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87081423' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-87003596</id><published>2003-01-06T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T07:32:45.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;your typical morning blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there is school. DAMN SCHOOL. I both want to go back, and LOATHE the idea of going back. MEEEHHHH. I couldn't sleep last night because I was nervous. REALLY NERVOUS. Why? I don't know. I just was. I hate going back after long breaks. I would rather we get no breaks at all and just get out of school in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something profound to say, but now I can't recall. Isn't that always the way? *lol* Oh well. I think I'm gonna call mom again and tell her I'm not going to period one. My gut is doing backflips. GARGLE (I've been saying that word a lot lately, dunno why). I'm just looking forward to seeing Hana and Speller and Matt. I miss them when I don't get to see 'em. Well, Matt I saw over the break, but still. That was on Christmas Eve. @_@;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calling mom* I hate the walmart phone system. It's like "thank you for calling your Brampton-East Walmart". Yo yo east side. Word to yo' Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my bandages. @_@; This is not good when you plan on strapping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done babbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-87003596?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87003596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/87003596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87003596' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86940445</id><published>2003-01-04T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T20:04:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home now! D, Lisa, and myself went to Pacific Mall and blew a lot of cash. HOWEVER, I got 5 furuba posters and a furuba wallscroll, the X tarot deck, and a shitload of pocky. The almond stuff is soooooooo gooooooood. AND I PLAYED DANCEMANIA AND PARAPARAPARADISE. XDD And I'm good at ParaPara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my novel. Sorta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86940445?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86940445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86940445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86940445' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86913091</id><published>2003-01-04T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T02:19:13.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently at Deanna's house, spending the night because I can. D's sleeping right now while I sit here and do nothing. *lol* Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86913091?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86913091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86913091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86913091' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86865929</id><published>2003-01-03T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T01:55:19.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm somewhat lucid now. Tired and headachey, but not so vicious. Here's hoping I stay this way until I can see a doctor on monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86865929?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86865929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86865929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86865929' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86858434</id><published>2003-01-02T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T22:38:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you love it how when you're not feeling well and stuff and you want to talk to someone, the people who are your friends would rather run off and leave you alone than speak to you about it or make you feel better? I hate it when people who more often than not talk to me when they're feeling crappy (and whom I try very hard to listen to and help) don't bother returning the favour for whatever reason. I don't expect you people to make everything better for me. I would just like to know that someone is willing to listen to me without telling me what I think and feel is stupid. But I can't even get how I feel off myy chest because no one is willing to do something as simple as that. My sincere thanks to Tony and Tenma, who at least listen. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a bad few days. A very bad few days in the way of depression. VERY BAD. To the point where I almost overdosed bad. You know, I took too many pills and slept all day. It wasn't enough to do any serious damage, thankfully. Oh, but noooooooooooo, no one wants to HEAR it and possibly help someone else by just listening. Heaven forbid -you- feel bad about it. Never mind the suicidal psychopath and how THEY feel, oh no. Listening to them might make you FEEL BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitter. Very bitter. Half an hour ago I had to go wake my mom up because I was clingy and needy and bawling my fucking eyes out. Why? Because no one wants to listen. So consider that before you ever cry to me EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86858434?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86858434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86858434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86858434' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86851260</id><published>2003-01-02T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T19:23:26.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch me screw up my life. *splats against wall*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86851260?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86851260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86851260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86851260' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86814463</id><published>2003-01-02T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T00:07:16.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a massacre waiting to happen, boys and girls. Have you ever felt like you really want to kill something? I have! This is Meg without medication! Yessss, Meg without medication is a fucked up psychopath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86814463?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86814463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86814463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86814463' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86776111</id><published>2003-01-01T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T01:02:58.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only Jamie will get this but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET ONE MORE TOASTER OVEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86776111?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86776111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86776111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86776111' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86774616</id><published>2003-01-01T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T00:07:20.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year. But guess what? It's another day. The world is still the same sucky place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86774616?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86774616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86774616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86774616' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86773409</id><published>2002-12-31T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T23:20:35.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWWWWW I LOVE SNIPER WOLF! ;O;  &lt;br /&gt;*way too into Metal Gear Solid*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86773409?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86773409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86773409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86773409' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86770610</id><published>2002-12-31T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T21:21:59.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How sad is this; sitting at home on New Years Eve, being ignored, feeling depressed, and generally lonely. Such is my life. I hate New Years, everyone seems to go out and have fun. Or at least get drunk. Instead, I'm sitting here picking at an ugly CG for my next blog layout and having a bad headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go play with the puppy. ;o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86770610?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86770610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86770610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86770610' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86756367</id><published>2002-12-31T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T13:26:21.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad: *channel surfing on the tv* What movie is this?&lt;br /&gt;Meg: It has Kevin Costner in it. It's Robin Hood.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is it that ....Waterworld movie?&lt;br /&gt;Meg: IT'S ROBIN HOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: That's not Kevin Costner!&lt;br /&gt;Meg: YES IT IS IT'S ROBIN HOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: NO IT'S NOT--- wait, that is Kevin Costner.&lt;br /&gt;Meg: T__T;&lt;br /&gt; Dad: ....Is it Waterworld?&lt;br /&gt;Meg: ARUGHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86756367?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86756367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86756367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86756367' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86753991</id><published>2002-12-31T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T12:25:39.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired and I slept a lot. I think I'm getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's New Years, and as usual, I'm not going anywhere or doing anything. I think I'll phone my mom and drop a subtle hint that she should get Lilo and Stitch for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pyjamas are orange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86753991?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86753991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86753991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86753991' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86753764</id><published>2002-12-31T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T12:19:43.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ribby's blog has moved. Not the change in my links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will eventually get a new layout up. Before holidays are over. Yes.&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/879116-86753764?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86753764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86753764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86753764' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86721582</id><published>2002-12-30T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T21:06:35.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*eats pfeffernüse* I have a weakness for german sweets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86721582?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86721582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86721582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86721582' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86712505</id><published>2002-12-30T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T16:36:29.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chriskun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;, warning taken and much appreciated. ^_^ I dunno how well my DVD player works yet, so I'm gonna borrow some DVDs offa my friend Johnny first. ^_^ DVDs are goooood. GOOOOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86712505?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86712505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86712505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86712505' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86707857</id><published>2002-12-30T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T14:23:45.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. So very, very tired. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that made me upset when I woke up, not because it was a bad dream, but because it was a good one and I didn't want it to be just a dream. Have you ever had a dream like that? This one made me physically hurt because I was so upset after. I wanted to cry, but it's hard to cry when there's a puppy licking your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to the fact that I'm lonely. Okay, not in the "I have no friends" sense, because I think I've finally learned better. But in the sense that I really really miss Jamie. A lot. I don't know if I can stand the few months until she comes here, because I'm having such doubts. Not about us, but about how things will turn out. Things have a tendancy to go wrong around me. What if she gets sick of me, what if I screw up? What if something happens and we're stuck without a place to stay? I don't know, it's so complicated. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm worried about a long term relationship. Is that normal? I don't know. I've been worried about it since I was fifteen. Everyone is going through the whole dating routine, close to the people they care about and I'm so far away from mine. I last saw Jamie in the summer of 2001. Yeah. I'm sick of long distances, and that will be fixed. It'll be fixed, and all will be good, right? Jamie's coming here, to me, where we can actually be together. The stress of waiting is killing me, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much that I'm worrying about; school, getting a job, college, moving out, my friends and their problems. I just wish time would speed up so I can meet these things head on instead of dreading them and watching them creep closer. I've come to learn that as much as I'm afraid of everything, I can fight my way through, gritting my teeth, and it will always work out somehow. My way of thinking now is that whatever I get in trouble for, whatever I have to do that scares me, I'll come out alive and it's not the end of the world. It may be hard getting through, but when it's done, it's done, and I'm stronger for it. Maybe not better, but stronger. And as good as it feels to slice ruts into my arms and as tempting as suicide may be, it's just not the way out. If I'm gonna die, it's going to be preordaned and not done by my hand. If I die, it'll be from an accident, a conflict, a disease, old age. Not while I'm physically young and capable of fighting my way through my problems. I have two doctors to help me, and a wonderful handful of friends who have given me a glimmer of confidence in the human race. I have my animals, my furry friends, to comfort me. I have my art and my music and my writing to use if I'm upset instead of a blade. There are always books to escape into, things to do, and peoplet to talk to as little as I like to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a major problem I face now is what I am. I know who I am, but -what- exactly is lost on me. I have no gender, no allignment. My mind is neither male or female, and I can't agree or disagree with the greater good. I don't know. Maybe I'll figure it out someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm done being philosophical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86707857?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86707857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86707857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86707857' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86705252</id><published>2002-12-30T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T13:10:10.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jozabad/quizzes/What%20Final%20Fantasy%20summon%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jozabad/1037419961_sultsshiva.jpg" border="0" alt="I%20am%20Shiva"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Final Fantasy summon 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;&lt;br /&gt;I am amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86705252?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86705252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86705252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86705252' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86683402</id><published>2002-12-29T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T23:28:46.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going through school work from this semester....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meg's Poetry Corner~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikus are fun. Read them&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The athlete won gold&lt;br /&gt;His heart soared with happiness&lt;br /&gt;'Til the drug testing&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls down softly&lt;br /&gt;To the calm streets below us&lt;br /&gt;Where broken forms lie&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Shattered glass litters&lt;br /&gt;The tile floor amongst red blood&lt;br /&gt;Glass prisms shine&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The bird flew with grace&lt;br /&gt;Between the city buildings&lt;br /&gt;And hit a window&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I walk all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the mercy of all&lt;br /&gt;Yet they call me God&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhyming poetry now!&lt;br /&gt;A poetic response to Peter Straub and Stephen King's &lt;i&gt;the Talisman&lt;/i&gt; which I never finished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fallen friend gone from me forever,&lt;br /&gt;Days lost when we would walk roads together&lt;br /&gt;In search of something only we could reach&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of night, our very speech&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to echo through the still evening air&lt;br /&gt;So nice to belong, to know that you're there&lt;br /&gt;When I turn to whisper to you, I&lt;br /&gt;Recall that you left me alone by&lt;br /&gt;The harsh lights of the asylum where we&lt;br /&gt;Fell from grace as two angels who flee&lt;br /&gt;The wrath of a cruel and vengeful God&lt;br /&gt;Blazing a new trail for us to trod&lt;br /&gt;Opression and darkness soon to be found&lt;br /&gt;Around every corner, something&lt;br /&gt;New to be witnessed and news songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;Songs of princes, queens and a long dead king&lt;br /&gt;Another land where you protect the Herd&lt;br /&gt;And 'werewolf' is not an uncommon word&lt;br /&gt;Where men with wings fly from stone towers&lt;br /&gt;Over fields of grass and wild flowers.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A haiku sequence based on Darl from William Faulkner's &lt;i&gt;As I Lay Dying&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is clear&lt;br /&gt;So clairvoyant and god-like&lt;br /&gt;I can see your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See into your mind&lt;br /&gt;I indulge in your secrets&lt;br /&gt;As my mind is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two people&lt;br /&gt;And seperate entities&lt;br /&gt;I am your downfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world around us,&lt;br /&gt;Our ever-blessed loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Are one and the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your motives are clear&lt;br /&gt;I know that you resent me&lt;br /&gt;As I resent you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share the same love&lt;br /&gt;But it works only one way&lt;br /&gt;You are loved, not I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain of our loss&lt;br /&gt;Is tainted by bitterness&lt;br /&gt;You, the favoured one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible&lt;br /&gt;To miss what you do not have&lt;br /&gt;As I long for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was never mine&lt;br /&gt;You were so undeserving&lt;br /&gt;Of motherly love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close blooded kin,&lt;br /&gt;My brother and my rival&lt;br /&gt;My hatred made flesh&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something angsty I wrote over the summer and turned into a &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/663095"&gt;random angsty artwork&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met about five years ago&lt;br /&gt;You were new here and I was alone&lt;br /&gt;I intimated you like I do to so many&lt;br /&gt;others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached you on a whim&lt;br /&gt;Asked you to work with me&lt;br /&gt;On a project due the next &lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked together a while&lt;br /&gt;Soon to realize how well we&lt;br /&gt;Complemented each other's&lt;br /&gt;sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked together and&lt;br /&gt;Hung around together everyday&lt;br /&gt;Days turned into months that turned into&lt;br /&gt;years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last year, something happened&lt;br /&gt;You got jealous of what I had&lt;br /&gt;I got upset because you never&lt;br /&gt;spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick and needed help&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Not once did you reach out to me when&lt;br /&gt;I needed you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I told you what I felt about us&lt;br /&gt;You apologized to me and said&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you really loved me&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't you be there to&lt;br /&gt;help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me all alone.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86683402?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86683402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86683402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86683402' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86682193</id><published>2002-12-29T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T22:52:47.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies I want on DVD. Someone buy them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church (Italy, 1988)&lt;br /&gt;Ring (Japan, 1998)&lt;br /&gt;Ring 2 (Japan, 1999)&lt;br /&gt;Ring 0 (Japan, 2000)&lt;br /&gt;Four Flies on Grey Velvet (Italy, 1971)&lt;br /&gt;Ashoka (India, 2001)&lt;br /&gt;Jigoku (Japan, 1960)&lt;br /&gt;Night of the Living Dead (USA, 1968)&lt;br /&gt;The Pit (USA, 1981)&lt;br /&gt;Supiria (Italy, 1977)&lt;br /&gt;Uzumaki (Japan, 2000)&lt;br /&gt;A Wicked Ghost (Hong Kong, 1999)&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale (Japan, 2000)&lt;br /&gt;Company (India, 2000)&lt;br /&gt;Shiri (South Korea, 1999)&lt;br /&gt;Green Snake (Hong Kong, 1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86682193?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86682193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86682193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86682193' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86658473</id><published>2002-12-29T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T09:01:55.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/RighteousBabe/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20Character%20Do%20You%20Fancy%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/RighteousBabe/1035691941_resAragorn.jpg" border="0" alt="Aragorn.%20Mmmm."&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Lord of the Rings Character Do You Fancy?&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;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20Ideal%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20(male)%20Mate%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rosiekins/1035099471_atearagorn.jpg" border="0" alt="My%20ideal%20mate%20is%20Aragorn!%20"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?&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;WELL, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/discoranger/quizzes/ANIME%20QUIZ%20-%20Which%20Evil%20Anime%20Badass%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/discoranger/1036303865_dillandau.gif" border="0" alt="Dillandau"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;ANIME QUIZ - Which Evil Anime Badass 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;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm a sexy psychotic evil boy. I can live with that. XD~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86658473?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86658473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86658473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86658473' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86583509</id><published>2002-12-27T05:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T05:52:30.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sotm:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Unforgiven&lt;/i&gt;, by Metallica. It's a good song. GOOOOOOD SOOOONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86583509?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86583509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86583509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86583509' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86583483</id><published>2002-12-27T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T05:50:47.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was up at 3:00 am. Why? I'm allergic to my puppy. ._.; She makes my eyes puffy and my head all stuffed up. And she insists on sleeping next to my head, so I can't sleep due to the pain of congested head and puffy face. I'm just waiting for her to settle down here and then I'll sneak off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a memory stick for my camera, and a DVD copy of &lt;i&gt;Hedwig and the Angry Inch&lt;/i&gt;. Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy. x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86583483?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86583483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86583483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86583483' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86530758</id><published>2002-12-25T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T05:51:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Layout change is temporary. I'm gonna do a new layout, but if I don't change it to something boring, I'm never gonna get around to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86530758?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86530758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86530758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86530758' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86516320</id><published>2002-12-25T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T11:08:06.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheee! Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a puppy. A PUPPYYYYY! She's a tiny little thing, not the big dog I asked for, but she sure is cute. She looks like an Ewok, so I named her Wicket. You can see a picture of her &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/1067238"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ^__^ We had just started getting our stockings open, and my dad says "open the bag under the tree that says Meg on it." so I opened it, and there was a harness, a dog dish, a leash, a bag of dog food, and an issue of Dog Annual. And I screamed and mom brought my puppy downstairs from her room. She's SOOOOO CUTE. And she gives lots of puppy kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got me a good digital camera! It's a Kodak EasyShare CX4230. It has fantastic picture quality, and I've got a little tripod and a battery charger for it. John bought it for meeee. ^__^ Now I can take lots of pictures! It needs a memory stick, but that's okay. It still holds 15 without it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aaaaalso got new shoes. My favourites! The Adidas gazelles. They're wonderful! I love them so much, and a few years ago they stopped making them. Apparently, they started making them again this year, so mom got me a pair. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No PS2, but that's okay by me! I can get my PSOne modded, get a DDR pad, and I'm set. Nice people will burn me games, right? (Katka? B? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE I got clothes and food and a book and all sorts of fun trinkets. AND A PLUSH SQUID.&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/879116-86516320?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86516320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86516320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86516320' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86495883</id><published>2002-12-24T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T19:04:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matt and Mike Jensen and Gerrad are the best. ;O; They got me a PSOne, memory card, and MGS. Thank you so much, guys, that is SO SWEET! ;O;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86495883?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86495883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86495883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86495883' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86484579</id><published>2002-12-24T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T12:20:08.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is christmas. I'm looking forward to it on one hand, then I'm kinda not. I mean, I like Christmas, but at the same time, I don't. I'm weird. I dunno. B gave me the Ray and Carl plushies for christmas! THEY'RE SO CUTE! And D got me blow up doll. XDDD Yes, I have an inflatable woman. I find that just about as funny as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that since I only slept four hours I'll be tired tonight so I don't end up staying up and playing Sega until 5 am. Best part of christmas is being a pain in the ass and waking everyone up extremely early. It's a good excuse. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew Morgan last night while B was playing Kingdom Hearts. Whoooooo. I want to play DDR, but alas, I don't have it. Whoo. Tomorrow perhaps I will get it. Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know what John got me. He gets the BEST presents for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrrrrrrg, I'm listening to Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deanna explodes on command.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86484579?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86484579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86484579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86484579' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86435595</id><published>2002-12-23T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T09:38:02.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell am I doing up before noon on a holiday? I gotta stop going to bed so damn early. It's totally killing the purpose of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am. Sitting here. With orange juice and medication. That could be a song. Orange Juice and Medication. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The christmas tree is mocking me with the things that are underneith it. I don't want presents as much as I want to give my family presents. I want to see John's reaction to his shark-in-a-fish-bowl. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've officially finished all my shopping. I didn't have to buy additional things, but I did. I've bought things for many people. Even Gerrad. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, twiddling my thumbs. I wish Deanna was online right now (or rather, not in away mode).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86435595?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86435595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86435595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86435595' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86411852</id><published>2002-12-22T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T19:02:31.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Midnight Radio&lt;/i&gt;, by Hedwig and the Angry Inch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls hard&lt;br /&gt;Burns dry&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;br /&gt;Or a song&lt;br /&gt;That hits you so hard&lt;br /&gt;Filling you up&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath Feel Love&lt;br /&gt;Give Free&lt;br /&gt;Know in you soul&lt;br /&gt;Like your blood knows the way&lt;br /&gt;From you heart to your brain&lt;br /&gt;Know that you're whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're shining&lt;br /&gt;Like the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;A transmission&lt;br /&gt;On the midnight radio&lt;br /&gt;And you're spinning&lt;br /&gt;Like a 45&lt;br /&gt;Ballerina&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Patti&lt;br /&gt;And Tina&lt;br /&gt;And Yoko&lt;br /&gt;Aretha&lt;br /&gt;And Nona&lt;br /&gt;And Nico&lt;br /&gt;And me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the strange rock and rollers&lt;br /&gt;You know you're doing all right&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to each other&lt;br /&gt;You gotta hold on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're shining&lt;br /&gt;Like the brightest stars&lt;br /&gt;A transmission&lt;br /&gt;On the midnight radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're spinning&lt;br /&gt;Your new 45's&lt;br /&gt;All the misfits and the losers&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you're rock and rollers&lt;br /&gt;Spinning to your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86411852?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86411852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86411852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86411852' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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-879116.post-86405457</id><published>2002-12-22T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T15:23:14.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>01. Pierce your nose or tongue? Tongue.&lt;br /&gt;02. Be serious or be funny? Serious.&lt;br /&gt;03. Boxers or briefs? Boxers.&lt;br /&gt;04. Whole or skim milk? Neither.&lt;br /&gt;05. Single or Taken? Taken.&lt;br /&gt;06. Simple or complicated? Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;07. Law or anarchy? Law.&lt;br /&gt;08. Flowers or angels? Angels.&lt;br /&gt;09. Grey or gray? Grey.&lt;br /&gt;10. Read or write? Read.&lt;br /&gt;11. Color or black-and-white photos? Black and white.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;13. M&amp;M's or Skittles? Skittles! GREEN ONES.&lt;br /&gt;14. Rap or rock? Rock, please.&lt;br /&gt;15. Stay up late or wake up late? wake up late!&lt;br /&gt;16. TV or Radio? Neither, really.&lt;br /&gt;17. Is it POP or SODA? POP, DAMMIT! Or explode.&lt;br /&gt;18. X or O in Tic-tac-toe? X. Because if you triple it, it's perverted.&lt;br /&gt;19. Blue or black? Black.&lt;br /&gt;20. Eat an apple or an orange? Orange!&lt;br /&gt;21. What came first the chicken or the egg? Egg.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hot or Cold? Cold.&lt;br /&gt;23. Big towel or little towel? Big fluffy towel!&lt;br /&gt;24. Tall members of the opposite sex or short? Short. I have a failing for short men.&lt;br /&gt;25. Sun or moon? Moon.&lt;br /&gt;26. Emerald or ruby? Ruby, because emeralds always look tacky to me.&lt;br /&gt;27. Sex in the morning or night? Night. It seems more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;28. Left or right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;29. 10 acquaintances or 1 best friend? 1 best friend.&lt;br /&gt;30. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Chocolate, gosh darn it!&lt;br /&gt;31. High or Drunk? NEITHER. T_T&lt;br /&gt;32. Green beans or carrots? Green beans. Carrots are mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;33. Low fat or fat free? Either is good.&lt;br /&gt;34. Love or Lust? A happy medium.&lt;br /&gt;35. Chewable or non chewable vitamins? Chewable! Purple Flintstones ones!&lt;br /&gt;36. Kids or no kids? NO KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;37. Cat or dog? Kitties!! LOTS OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;38. Half empty or half full? I spilled it, so I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;39. Mustard or ketchup? Ketchup. Mustard makes my tongue swell.&lt;br /&gt;40. Hard cover books or paper back books? Paperback because they're cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;41. Newspaper or magazine? Newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;42. Sandals or sneakers? Sneakers all the way!&lt;br /&gt;43. Wonder or amazemet? Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;44. Red car or white car? Red. Candyapple red.&lt;br /&gt;45. Happy and poor or sad and rich? Sad and rich. 'cause not much makes me happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;46. Singing or dancing? Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;47. Corduroy or plaid? Plaid! XD&lt;br /&gt;48. Happy or sad? Sad.&lt;br /&gt;49. Purple or green? Purple (the colour of hentai).&lt;br /&gt;50. A year of hot sex or a lifetime of friendship? Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;52. Been kissed? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;53. Done drugs? No.&lt;br /&gt;54. Eaten sushi? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;55. Eaten an entire box of oreos? God no. @_@&lt;br /&gt;56. Been dumped? No.&lt;br /&gt;57. Had someone be unfaithful to you? Not to my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;58. Gotten in a car accident? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;60. Hiked a mountain? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;61. Stayed home on a Saturday night just because? All the time.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER:&lt;br /&gt;62. Lace or satin underwears? I'm secretly a sucker for lace.&lt;br /&gt;63. Blue or Red? I like both, actually.&lt;br /&gt;64. New or old? Old! I'm so vintage and retro.&lt;br /&gt;65. Rain or snow? Rain. Snow is fun until I have to shovel it.&lt;br /&gt;66. Have you ever slept outside? Many a time.&lt;br /&gt;67. Give or receive? Give! I like giving people things.&lt;br /&gt;68. Rose or Daisy? Rose. Red roses are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;69. Private school or public school? Public. Though uniforms are cute.&lt;br /&gt;70. History or Science? History.&lt;br /&gt;71. English or math? English, for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you like someone right now from the opposite sex? No.&lt;br /&gt;73. A slight crush on a certain guy? No.&lt;br /&gt;74. What do you look for in a woman or man? Personality and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;75. Do you have a best friend? Deanna and Tony!&lt;br /&gt;76. Who's your cutest friend? Cutest...hmm... Tony.&lt;br /&gt;77. Who do you e-mail the most? I don't, really.&lt;br /&gt;78. How many people have you slept with: In the literal sense of sleep, many. In the sex sense, none.&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you have b/f or g/f: Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;80. Your sexiest feature: Uhhhh.... my hands? Or my eyes. So I've been told.&lt;br /&gt;81. Kinky things you like: Bondage is okay in really gentle, small doses. No chains or leather, mind. o_O&lt;br /&gt;82. Largest age difference between you and a partner: Jamie's five years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;83. Are you tired of this survey?: Not really, I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you want to stop?: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;85. Did you have fun?: as fun as can be had filling out a survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/879116-86405457?l=twilight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86405457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/879116/posts/default/86405457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86405457' title=''/><author><name>Meg-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572794936432285036</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>
