<?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-405054101023299863</id><updated>2011-11-13T09:40:01.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>priority seating</title><subtitle type='html'>for girls with a disabled social life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-673240935547159752</id><published>2009-12-04T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:38:02.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if you guys still check up on this blog anymore :/.. I still kind of want to keep this blog going for the four of us because it's a nice way for us to still keep in touch and talk about our days at school or whatever.&lt;div&gt;Not sure when you guys'll read this but I hope it's soon :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah just wanted to put that idea out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-673240935547159752?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/673240935547159752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=673240935547159752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/673240935547159752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/673240935547159752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-162301856816411716</id><published>2009-11-21T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:40:38.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have many straws, but this may or may not be the last one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm also hurt by this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=775964&amp;amp;id=1062164898#/photo.php?pid=775965&amp;amp;id=1062164898&amp;amp;fbid=1249745358057"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=775964&amp;amp;id=1062164898#/photo.php?pid=775965&amp;amp;id=1062164898&amp;amp;fbid=1249745358057&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was the friday before halloween....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back on topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hey nat, i'll give you some background info. becca and me talked from about 10 30 pm to 1 30 am last night, along with clara&lt;div&gt;i'll send you the chatlogs if becca and clara allow me to, if not, you can hear their side of the story and mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyways, you guys signed off on me. without warning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am thoroughly pissed off, because i was hoping we could actually talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were talking and could've GONE somewhere until you guys signed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in two minutes of each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this can't be a "gtg sleep" thing either, because i didn't get a "g'night" or "bye" or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from both of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can we talk about this in real life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or are we going to settle this on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-162301856816411716?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/162301856816411716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=162301856816411716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/162301856816411716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/162301856816411716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-many-straws-but-this-may-or-may.html' title='i have many straws, but this may or may not be the last one'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6672113488715704161</id><published>2009-11-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:53:30.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>god grew tired of us</title><content type='html'>dammit i submitted too early&lt;div&gt;anyways, reading that book maketh me cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pahtee is on the saturday after black friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in about a week and a half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guest list is like last year's, but with some more stuy peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also where art thou becca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: ahaha i can do it too clara &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-liyndcai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6672113488715704161?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6672113488715704161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6672113488715704161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6672113488715704161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6672113488715704161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-grew-tired-of-us.html' title='god grew tired of us'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5194590230635544666</id><published>2009-11-17T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:22:03.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh..</title><content type='html'>I think i was supposed to post on the 17th.. so im going to put this under that day :D&lt;div&gt;i don't have much to say except that it's midterm week for us LaGing people :D constantly lagging behind~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol I'm trying to finish my video game design before tomorrow.. which is Friday.. which is also when my design is due :/ but my design is so crappy.. it's like rain rain go away and some girl sitting in front of a window sill looking at the mean clouds pour rain all over the land. I wanna do something interesting like Genji Dawn of the Samurai :[ but my skills aren't that pro.. ICAN'T WAIT TO GET MAH NEW GLASSES :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lost them.. my dad got me new glasses the other day.. but they are going to take like two weeks from.. tuesday :[[[[[[ i want them nao.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.. I don't get it. Why is it whenever something cool happens i have it all in my head how i'll write it about in my blog :DDD but when it comes time to write about it.. it's like ehhhh nothing's coming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah. if you guys read linda's post i hope you read this too :D 'cause you'll probably go o___o how'd something written after Linda's post get put under 11/17? shhhh e___e it's a secret. um anyway.. what time's your b-day partay linda? :DD my friend wants to go bowling on that day and she can't go on any other day :[ so i'm trying to see if i can go to both without missing the other. If it's like last year, it's all good :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in our second round of play-offs for bowling yesterday.. it was in Staten Island up against Tottenville or something.. some weird high school that sounds like it came out of some hill billy movie xD no offense to them.. but they looked like staten islanders o___o it was a huge culture shock to me.. i know people from our school from staten island.. but WHOAAA they had like the stereotypical staten island stufff...  their own bowling balls that were like pink.. kinda big girls with hair extensions.. and the typical stuff like jelled long hair.. kinda like how allyson veneluavelakshdflksdh w.e used to look like . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah but we lost by a SHIWET LAKSHDLFK LOAD OF POINTSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A team.. like the best people on the team lost by like 140 points @___@ HOLY **********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but B team was better.. they only lost by like 60 something points.. I left school like.. after seventh period for the game.. but some girl, Harley, showed up too and Mr. Shale put me on B team.. but I played really bad the first time.. i got a 46 because I guess i was really nervous @___@ so i let Harley play because she hasn't gone all season.. and I thought i'd probably disappoint him again :[ but I kind of regret it.. I got a 95 last time at practice.. but w.e :/ next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's all I have for now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5194590230635544666?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5194590230635544666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5194590230635544666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5194590230635544666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5194590230635544666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/ahh.html' title='ahh..'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5317870557663299390</id><published>2009-11-15T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:40:05.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.....</title><content type='html'>You didn't tell me what time your party is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if it's today, but when I asked last, you said it'd be on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;And it's Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;But since I haven't heard anything, I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5317870557663299390?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5317870557663299390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5317870557663299390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5317870557663299390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5317870557663299390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/so.html' title='So.....'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8526215351527522276</id><published>2009-11-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:33:22.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacemaker</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to keep up with some things in school lately.. and some activities outside of school so I really don't have the enrgy to write the long blogs i used to write :/ Sorry to those who were looking foward to it.&lt;div&gt;I have mid-terms next week.. so my next post probably won't be so long either.. man that sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just brief up whatever i have on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a 95 during bowling today :D only during the second round though.. i was having a pretty bad day because some of my friends didn't say hi to me.. I have to get an answer for that soon. I did pretty bad during the first round with a 48, but it's all good with the 95. I've also kind of feel like the color in my face is draining away. The other day I noticed that my tongue is really white.. which usually signifies that you're unhealthy, why I don't know. My nails have also gotten these white speckles on them too which is supposed to mean that your body is lacking calcium. Plus most of the people around school have red ish lips.. and somehow my lips are always drained of color. I want to figure that out. I even have this weird rash thing going on around the back of my neck.. which everyone thinks is some weird ass hicky so i always have to keep my hair down and my hair's pretty coarse.. not like the typical smooth and shiny asian hair, so it blows up whenever i don't tie it.. or it gets fuzzy and all that nasty stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's probably about it for my speed blog entry.. can we go to Central Park for real during Thanksgiving break? I'll try really hard to contact you whenver i can Linda :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8526215351527522276?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8526215351527522276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8526215351527522276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8526215351527522276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8526215351527522276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/pacemaker.html' title='Pacemaker'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5114963063529117354</id><published>2009-11-12T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:59:47.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>public service announcement</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm just address this out front because I have a debate tournament tomorrow, and I'd like this off my mind before I practice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rough spots are bound to happen in friendships, especially long friendships like ours. However, that doesn't mean you have to do the typical girly thing. We've always been the fan of not being that kind of drama group, the kind that doesn't do that behind the back talking. We've been doing a great job of that, we never talk behind each other's backs. Which is why I'm bring in this out in the front so that we can clearly talk about it, because dodging questions and just being passive about it won't fix crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First order of business, the Halloween ordeal. Yes, I missed the planning and I didn't trick or treat with you guys. I asked you guys if you going to get mad, and I got a mostly no. I regret missing that planning meeting, because that seemed like fun, but I was busy at the time, and although you could say that I should have cancelled, that would be unfair to the other party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second order of business, breast cancer walk. I don't know, I didn't hear anything about you guys going. There didn't seem to be any intention of me being let to go. What I want to know is how this would be have been a good idea. I get it, you guys were mad at me for before, but I don't get how this solves anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third order of business was yesterday. Sorry Clara, I know you were supposed to tell me, and you forgot, and I can't say anything about that since I forget often as well. But at this point, I was functioning and awake on Wednesday at 7AM. In addition, my cellphone was working, and Clara has my phone number, so you can't pull that "I didn't have your number on me". The point is you guys saw that I was there and didn't call me or tell me anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you guys want to hang out, and I know you guys have a lot of fun. It's not fun however, to learn on Facebook at 11AM that your best friends were hanging out while you sat there. Yeah, you could say I didn't ask, but I know while Rebecca asks, you guys asked Clara to go, and I was not invited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm been rather apathetic recently. My emotions are on a down low, I can't even muster enough to care about my failing grades. But even with my emotional rut right now, it still kind of hurts to be excluded to this extent. I want to be best friends with all of you guys, but I'm hating this drama. I love you guys Nat and Becca, but when you guys just talk to each other and not to me, I can't just say it doesn't bother me. On Halloween when I learned that you guys were hanging out and then walking to Clara's house, I can't say that didn't make me feel excluded. When you guys wouldn't answer the phone, and yes I know you guys were fixing her computer, but I called like five times, and I didn't get anybody after I got hung up on, I was feeling pretty shitty at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Nat, since you told me Becca c/p'ed the below post and didn't comment on it, I assume that you guys read what I write, but you don't comment on it, even when I want an answer. This time, I want an answer to all of this chaos. I want to know what you think, and I want to know if there is a compromise. What I do not want however, is a long post explaining how it is entirely my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be friends with you guys, but I'm not willing to be treated like this in order to be called "Best Friends".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5114963063529117354?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5114963063529117354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5114963063529117354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5114963063529117354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5114963063529117354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/public-service-announcement.html' title='public service announcement'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4868039234306628838</id><published>2009-11-11T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:38:59.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>posted here cause i didn't wanna stir up anything on facebook&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=763278&amp;amp;id=1062164898#/photo.php?pid=763278&amp;amp;id=1062164898&amp;amp;fbid=1244497986876"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=763278&amp;amp;id=1062164898#/photo.php?pid=763278&amp;amp;id=1062164898&amp;amp;fbid=1244497986876&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys met today? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4868039234306628838?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4868039234306628838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4868039234306628838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4868039234306628838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4868039234306628838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4733929748605272531</id><published>2009-11-09T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:22:33.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FALALALALA&lt;div&gt;i have nothing really to say except that there's no school wednesdayy wohooo :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah umm SHORTEST POST?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really don't want to say anything because i wanna go to sleep :P and i have a global editorial to write :DDDDDD k night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4733929748605272531?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4733929748605272531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4733929748605272531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4733929748605272531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4733929748605272531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/falalalala-i-have-nothing-really-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-836307305644596654</id><published>2009-11-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:33:17.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll aloe your drink</title><content type='html'>That's just a nonsensical dirty joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO REBECCA : Soooooooooooooo, my dad's pretty much a jackass and still won't tell me when he's getting my fucking camera. SO EFF HIM. I'm still getting my tripod, probably the coming week. You're not off the hook yet. And where the fuck are youu. I have the laptop right now and you're not online. I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO CLARA : What? Buttery? I love that. I didn't even know that you could have that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LINDA : Did you miss the quiz on the Old Testament? I got a 40 on that. I think the ones who got a 100 are the ones who've studied the Bible in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist today in the morning. Really, I just wanted to sleep after a week of total crap. But nooo I have rotting teeth so I dragged my ass to Flushing. And fuck the dentist I saw when I had my cleaning. She freaking said I was going to need a shot for my fillings but when I went today, they didn't give me one. I have to go back next week for the other side. I don't know why they just can't do all of them at once. I hate the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take David home because my mom needed to go to Chinatown. And we went to the park and played soccer for two hours. It felt good to get air I guess. But my legs still hurt from gym yesterday. I don't like circuit training. I can do a good number of situps but the machine they have requires you to lay on your back with your waist down pretty much higher than your waist up. I was only supposed to do it in front of Rachel but then by my third one, freaking Sam, Eli, Daniel, and some other people started watching me. And really that angle on my chin, and double chin, is not the best. And I could barely do eight. My legs were freaking aching from the two different cushions. Ahhh, fail at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty much failing school for the first time in my life. Good timing right? I'm probably gonna sound like an ass in the next few sentences. But in middle school I had higher averages than you guys and now, I probably have the lowest. And it makes me feel like crap. Not that I think you guys are stupid, but because of the fact that I was up high there and now I'm below rock bottom. It's just saddening to myself. I haven't told my dad yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always my family to be like theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SvZX4kxeGwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Bo3mswga1C8/s1600-h/tumblr_ksruq8NSH71qzff5oo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SvZX4kxeGwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Bo3mswga1C8/s320/tumblr_ksruq8NSH71qzff5oo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401601432532949762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(saturday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-836307305644596654?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/836307305644596654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=836307305644596654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/836307305644596654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/836307305644596654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-aloe-your-drink.html' title='i&apos;ll aloe your drink'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SvZX4kxeGwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Bo3mswga1C8/s72-c/tumblr_ksruq8NSH71qzff5oo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3452514156782716400</id><published>2009-11-05T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:17:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfortunately, because it was late you cannot make it up</title><content type='html'>screw you manning srsly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AGHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONTO MORE EMOTIONAL NEWS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a class="title " href="http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/a1gcc/hey_reddit_noah_biorkman_is_a_5_yo_boy_who_is/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(85, 26, 139); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 1px; "&gt;Noah Biorkman is a 5 y.o. boy who is dying of cancer. His family is celebrating Christmas next week as he may not live to see it this year. All he wants is Christmas cards. Lets try and see how many we can get to him. His address is: 1141 Fountain View Circle South Lyon, Mi 48178&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I'm going to send him a card, and also my font got messy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Maybe we can collaborate a group card for this kid? :O it's real btw, snopes verified it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I have a debate tomorrow, and a shitload of hw to do today. I also went to bio olympiad, they blow my mind, I'm not sure if I want to stay in it. It's.. scary what they're learning. It's beyond AP bio. BEYOND. AP. BIO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Luckily I didn't go to the overnight debate, cause I didn't.. know it was overnight. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Although would've been cool ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I passed my math test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;With a 70.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Celebrate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Anyways, my birthday's in a week and then some. I don't know what I'm doing, but I need to know if you guys are a gogo on a sleepover or not, cause I need.. to know what I CAN do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: blue; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; "&gt;-dadadacaicaicai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3452514156782716400?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3452514156782716400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3452514156782716400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3452514156782716400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3452514156782716400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/unfortunately-because-it-was-late-you.html' title='unfortunately, because it was late you cannot make it up'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-10270148903688418</id><published>2009-11-05T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:29:15.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blublublublublublublub.</title><content type='html'>I feel like butter. I've been feeling like butter almost for two days. Ewwwwwwwwww&lt;div&gt;Today was slightly better. I put my hair down today and people said I looked nice :D I even wore a pair of earrings my friend, Box, made for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much to say.. I only had two homeworks today.. and I'm pushing the last one as late as possible because I hate english .___. I HATE ENGLISH CLASS ugh. butter. I got my second annotated bib. back today.. and I got an 18/25 .__. I thought I did better on this one than the last one.. which I got a 20/25. Weird D: I don't know what she wants from me!!! AGH I don't get annotated bibliographies.. they suck bawls I also got a pop quiz back.. 4/10 eeekkk I hate trying to keep up with the reading .-. so many chapters of reading.. I HAVE A LIFE TOO TT^TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know what to write about.. My global teacher, mr dorogusker got a haircut o__o he looks really weird.. He has really curly hair that kind of grows like an afro.. so when he cut it, even though there was like an inch and a half of hair left, it looked like he was bald.. weirddd e__e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week feels like it's going by so SLOWWWLYYYY it's like I'm moving through butter. eww .__. I realy want to go to sleep but I should do this annotated bib. or then I'll pretty much fail her class.. I HATE ENLGISH :[ Why is it that even though english is like our first language (tho not really 'cause i started speaking chinese first) we fail miserably at it? ughhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this'll be my shortest post EVAR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:[ buttery feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-10270148903688418?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/10270148903688418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=10270148903688418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/10270148903688418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/10270148903688418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/blublublublublublublub.html' title='Blublublublublublublub.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1535955879477939212</id><published>2009-11-04T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:53:11.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is...</title><content type='html'>THIS IS REBECCA REPORTING TO YOU.&lt;div&gt;A typical day. I had lab and omg my take home lab is killer. You need a frying pan household liquids, a plastic baking pan (wtf. ) and then are a whole bunch of stuff that is needed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i saw my chem teacher dance. It was pretty weird. i guess have music instead bells is pretty funny. People sing and dance in the halls if they know the songs. Having music is a plus. The bad part about it is that the song sometime gets stuck in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and my internet's fixed as you can seeee =]. i fixed it on halloween with natalie watching. WASN'T THAT FUN? ^___________^. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.. what to say nothing really nothing at all. well nothing that is need to be said on here. let's seee..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SPANISH TEST I GOT A 81 I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHEHEHE and clara i still have to give you the foot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will assure you this one will work. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless your computer's too old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways how was your days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bet your piled uunder the amount of homework you have while i have barely ish homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S NOT A WORD but okay .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm suppose to be reading catch in the rye .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Research project is so total bomb. might as well do it on the composition of allie's mitt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't write poetry so _ _ _ _.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i say longest post in forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good bye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1535955879477939212?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1535955879477939212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1535955879477939212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1535955879477939212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1535955879477939212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is.html' title='This is...'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1862493663098721116</id><published>2009-11-03T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:18:38.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is really sad</title><content type='html'>I've been home all day and I haven't started my fucking essay yet. Good thing is that it's not due tomorrow. But stil, I should take today as an advantage. Instead I read Genesis 4 6 7 8 and 9. And then I just sat here for three hours. Took a walk to return stuff to Rebecca. Ate lunch. And here I am, still sitting here. I'm so fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's going well. I finally started writing and it's not much right now, maybe two pages, but I'm proud of it. I like where it's heading. That's good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.focus-numerique.com/focus/images/image-up/sony-alpha-350-face-objecti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 261px;" src="http://img1.focus-numerique.com/focus/images/image-up/sony-alpha-350-face-objecti.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's what I'm getting. I hate it. I don't even know how it focuses. My dad said he'll get it this week or the next. He's a busy man so whatever. In the mean while, I need to get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/images/images345x345/512119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/images/images345x345/512119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm scared of holding a camera without that. It's not that much so I'll probably get it next week when I get my allowance. AND BECCA. You ruined my idea because of your fear of going into woods. Now I gotta rethink this shit. THANKS A LOT. You bum.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm failing computer science, badly. I'm having my second test this week and we can't use the computer so how am I going to check if my procedure works or not? I can't do everything in my head. My gosh. I failed my Chemistry test yesterday. I thought we had a free before the test but noppeee. OH and my global test raped me. So damn anal. I'm failing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to write this essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nat&lt;br /&gt;(Tuesday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1862493663098721116?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1862493663098721116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1862493663098721116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1862493663098721116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1862493663098721116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-really-sad.html' title='this is really sad'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8424442479271913234</id><published>2009-11-02T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:56:18.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a pocket got a pocket full of moonshine</title><content type='html'>Zzzz.. this post is probably gonna be short cause i haven't slept since yesterday because i'm the most awesome person ever with my sleeping schedules. awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heard about the mime thing on wednesday, and i was like "oshapple" and then i saw the resident evil marathon. /drool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i watched that for about 50% of my halloween. next year i want to be final fantasy characters though, because i want to have a part of final fantasy characters, and then we can rawk and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm thinking of restarting my games all over again, i.e. go back to playing those games that suck up my time because i have an urge to grind. grind as in awesomely level up, and only cause without gaming, i feel kinda empty. like i've been subduing it with basic games, but meh, i grew up gaming, and i'll be damned if i don't continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i walked around stuys blocks w/ tong today. there's two subways, the sandwich shops, two blocks away from each other, mcdonalds three blocks away, both of which are large stores [large than the springfield mcdonalds] and starbucks within one block of each other. not to mention the countless deli's and shiats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf is up w/ manhattan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also i learned that most people voted for bloomberg. i don't even know why, he doesn't have much experience, all he has is money, that doesn't guarantee a good political campaign, and he's republican, whereas the democratic option had a lot of good rep, like organizations affliated was filled to the max, and bloomberg's organizations was "N/A" and he still won wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's cause i want to be involved in politics when i grow up, but i kinda hate how people are too passive, choosing the name that they hear the most. it's like, hey, i hear the world fidel castro a lot, but i don't think he should be our president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/rant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/endrant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/stuffs face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lnadi ica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8424442479271913234?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8424442479271913234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8424442479271913234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8424442479271913234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8424442479271913234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-pocket-got-pocket-full-of.html' title='i got a pocket got a pocket full of moonshine'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3602704616796489221</id><published>2009-11-01T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:23:43.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Meat</title><content type='html'>We're all made of red meat :D I remember a few years ago.. when  I was eating chicken, I had this epiphany &lt;- trying to use my vocab words  that the meat we eat/cook is muscle :DDD and I just kind of wanted to write that .. I think about a lot of things Nat :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry about last time.. I completely died the next day and the day after that .. I died and i slept for two days with school to interrupt. Heck I was so dead I was practically late for school that started at 8:45 the next day. Friday was pretty cool, I was little red. I guess since becca couldn't blog/ can't blog because of her internet, I'll just brief you readers on yesterday and and the week?but I can't put it in becca's point of view 'cause I don't go to dozo :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uhhh.. On Thursday I wore these monkey earrings Allie gave me a really really really long time ago as my birthday present.. I don't really get why she gave them to me because she loves monkeys more than I do.. But anyway, a lot of people noticed :D which is cool cause they really are cute and funky looking.. but now that I remember they were on my desk..  Ican't seem to find them :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friday was cool because some people were giving out candy in school and almost everyone was dressed up :D I missed first period tho.. because I took the late train :/That was a bummer because first period is full of mah buddies :DD I don't really like second period because it.. SUCKS BALLS. Not that I hate chemistry, I don't like the freshman in that class.. no offense to the freshman.. but the dudes in my class are so fricken stupid and annoying .-. I hope they get kicked out of that class..I do have one closeish friend in that class... but she sits on the other side of the room :[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was the BOMBBBB wish you came linda :[ I'm pretty sure we told you that we were going trick or treating together before wednesday o___o but i guess maybe I was wrong.. I actually had art class and PSAT class on Halloween :[ I even had a midterm then too!! that sucks triple balls.. Art class was weird.. It was weird because the place was just two blocks behind my school and yet I was like .. WHERE IS ITTT @___@ I kind of ran in circles for half an hour.. until I finally noticed a sign pointing me in the right direction. I got a free sketchbook :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We trick or treated with quite some people! IT was really fun :D but the whole mime thing was messed up because I came home late :[ I'm sorry guys!!! I really wasn't expecting that midterm.. or going to PSAT.. :/ I hope it doesn't get so messed up next year. We got a shitload of candy tho!! holy moly.. I'm pretty sure this bounty of candy is going to last me a whole year :D I'm so surprised tho.. even though we're still kind of in the recession, the candy has gotten so much better 8DD Hope it keeps up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh oh! and Friday was cool too :DD Going to Columbus Circle and all.. and that pedestrian laughing at the leaf hitting you nat :P ohohohoh pricelessssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah.. a brief look at what happened these couple of days.. hope it wasn't too brief &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cya guys :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3602704616796489221?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3602704616796489221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3602704616796489221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3602704616796489221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3602704616796489221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/red-meat.html' title='Red Meat'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4333396362640845335</id><published>2009-10-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:01:48.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS GUYS</title><content type='html'>So I'm guessing you guys had a pretty good week :D&lt;br /&gt;you liar liar liar liar liar liar clara&lt;br /&gt;hi linda&lt;br /&gt;rebecca doesn't have internet and she's suffering mentally from that so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happening to me. In the beginning of this school year I thought I was becoming the kind of person that I wanted to. But today I noticed that I was becoming the kind of person I was in middle school and I don't like that. I don't want to be angry. I don't want to cry in class. I don't want to have to be silent for the whole school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go watch Donnie Darko, and hopefully it'll change my life in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(friday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4333396362640845335?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4333396362640845335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4333396362640845335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4333396362640845335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4333396362640845335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-guys.html' title='THANKS GUYS'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3565584917252789283</id><published>2009-10-28T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:07:56.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>gonna post tomorrow because i have an essay due tomorrow and it's huge.. &lt;div&gt;sorry :/ you can still post tomorrow linda! i just need another day because of this stupid essay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3565584917252789283?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3565584917252789283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3565584917252789283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3565584917252789283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3565584917252789283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-326154636422331072</id><published>2009-10-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:31:22.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eet eet eet eet</title><content type='html'>Regina Spektor's voice is so pretty. And her newest single is so pretty. It makes me want to sway and dance and cry and smile and feel all warm inside. I think that means it's a good song? Definitely something I won't get bored of listening to. Also Weezer's new song. Which is cute and they have a video out for it which is so damn hilariously adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me check where my life was left off last time I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I got my essay from global back. And I got a B-. I didn't look at the comments yet because I'm still shocked that I didn't get a C. I'm disappointed though. I'm not doing as well in global as I know I should be doing. I mean, IT'S GLOBAL. adskjfalskcjskljf, it makes me so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my chemistry test back and I got a 90. Which I would probably be happy about if I didn't know that Eli got a 97 before I got my score. THAT MOFO. I wanted to kick his butt in this test. But the next one. OOOHHH the next one. I'm going to score equal close or more than him. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my two hundredth day was on Saturday. And it was blah. It was raining and shit but I got some nice photos, very autumn-esque. And a lot of film! B-b-b-buuuutt, today I was trying to take my photo 202 and since I do not have a tripod, I use a series of two chairs, a textbook, and two boxes. In the middle of my shooting, my camera fell off and the textbook fell right on top of it, jamming the lens in. So now it's half in and half out. This means it's my second camera that I have broken in the past eight months and my dad is laughing at me. BUT he promised me that he'd buy me a dslr. Early EARLY birthday present, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get the XSi model and it doesn't have video. SORRY REBECCA. The xTi has HD video but it's 900 and I don't have that kind of money man. Not even for a sweet sixteen present. And yes Rebecca, I am going to buy myself a tripod so the little sucker won't fall down and break because this is going to have to last me until I get a job. WHICH, probably will be in years D: And Rebecca, don't forget that promise, top model in the making :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is being a damn buttface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I bother making friends. Really. It really doesn't last with me, with the exception of you guys. But I'm walking through the hallways and looking at all these people who I used to talk to in class last year who don't even acknowledge me. And it makes me sad because really? Why bother if it's just going to be like that. I guess this was triggered when Rodin didn't say hi today. Uusually, I see him going up from gym to chem every other day and he says hi first. Always. But this time, I said hi and there was eye contact but he just looked away. And no I don't like him anymore, but still, it kind of hurts. I mean, I thought we were friends. You can't talk to someone that often and not be friends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, all I need is you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm designing our mime face's tomorrow. CLARA, WANNA HELP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(monday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-326154636422331072?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/326154636422331072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=326154636422331072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/326154636422331072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/326154636422331072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/eet-eet-eet-eet.html' title='eet eet eet eet'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5320278885313131277</id><published>2009-10-25T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:25:44.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ka-ching, catching</title><content type='html'>i reformatted my computer recently&lt;div&gt;meaning i lost everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pisses me off, i lost a lot of stuff, not to mention my bro's stuff, and some stuff i really wanted.. to not lose. /sob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i got 2-2 at debate, which i consider pretty nice since i wrote my negative case on the way there. and I had no evidence unlike other people, and i worked a total of two hours collectively hard on my cases. so pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to mention my stupid editor won't even edit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother left for college, and i'm sad again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, i finally got a wallet, so now i can hold stuff, only neater!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably won't use it cause i hate opening things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;workin' my hardest to become the art editor for spec, like ordering the art e-mails and i'm gonna try harder in my artwork to match this freshie that's really awesome. gonna beat her to a pulp etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also when's camera development? i know becca is taking pics, but when are we gonna develop film?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in that fb note i tagged you guys in before, with the atom shiats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think imma make a comic out of that, works better in that format, and i might show you guys if i decide to use it for something cool. like this might be a major project if i can get off my arse and work on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also want to grow old with you guys and interbreed our kids to the extend where all our family trees will intercross and make possibly the most perfect grandchild (i'm talkin' about our kids mating, and then THOSE kids mating.) and then we can see how we all look when we force our genes into one person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prty coo' eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- indalay aicay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5320278885313131277?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5320278885313131277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5320278885313131277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5320278885313131277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5320278885313131277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/ka-ching-catching.html' title='ka-ching, catching'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2657099434027944718</id><published>2009-10-24T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:57:54.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>what's going onnnn anymore&lt;div&gt;i can barely concentrate on school and homework and now i'm failing at creating ideas in art too. iwishthisshietdidn'thappen .__. whenwefixthis,ifwedo..ihopewelaughatthisstupidcrapwe'regettingmadoverandmoveon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE PLANNED TO GROW OLD TOGETHER :[ i wanna have children that know you're children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least know you when i'm bald and have no teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well whatever.. at least im having happy moments of laughter with my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sort of.. im running out of ideas in art class both public and private which is a bad sign and leads to failure. my art teacher's also avoiding me because i'm being a weird person and not giving feedback or the ideas that are kind of running through my head. even my friends were a little weary about me when i started getting annoyed with them and spouting bad stuff.. i had to apologize to them sometime after that because of my badd attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ughh .-. i had psat class today and it was rainy outside.. my shoes are falling apart so i have to get new ones, but they soak really easily so they got soaked.. and so did my shoes and toes. i also bought something to eat before i went home, but when i ran to the train station to catch the LIRR, i missed the train and my food spilled ;__; not a good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the only thing that was funny this week that made me happy was nine and tenth period with my buddies and my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom's always my savior and sinker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes she makes me want to cry my throat out, but other's she makes me laugh until my stomach hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was joking with me about shanghainese "jokes" and phrases which were cool until i started thinking about "that" again :[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna stop this crud that's making all of us so depressed and wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope we go trick-or-treating together.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll stop bothering you readers with this depressing mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2657099434027944718?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2657099434027944718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2657099434027944718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2657099434027944718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2657099434027944718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3585047838434557788</id><published>2009-10-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:30:15.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>internet was being gay</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOO&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;my internet wasn't working yesterday so today i'm blogging for  yesterday. i'm watching bedtime stories right now =D. The movie is so weir dbut weird O________o. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um. might type faster before battery on my laptop runs out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i think i need to talk to you linda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't understand why i'm pissed off at you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because on monday even if you came it wouldn't have helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was the day we were making our costumes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was our only day to meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we barely see eachother .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not trying to be selfish but seriously you can see them anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you had to go you should have told us beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also how come you didn't tell us you had a phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to hear it from other people .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should explain this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3585047838434557788?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3585047838434557788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3585047838434557788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3585047838434557788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3585047838434557788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/internet-was-being-gay.html' title='internet was being gay'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6704436154140633490</id><published>2009-10-22T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:39:20.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buy it use it break it fix it trash it change it mail it upgrade it</title><content type='html'>DAFT PUNK FOR THE WIN ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Ayy, I love Daft Punk for a while since my favorite song when I was five was One More Time, but talking to Eli and Sam is like Daft Punk rape in the brain. It's nonstop, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was fucking stressful. Essays pulled out of the netherlands of the teacher's odd mind so I had to pull it out my ass. Tests. Homework. Red Cross. The past three days I have had a total of eleven hours of sleep. Which isn't as bad as the nine hours of sleep I had last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my post is all so disorganized. Let me organize it, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't just say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOLSHITZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem : I'm still in love with Chem. I will always love Chem. Sam is the buttface that sits next to me and he's cool but can be really annoying and talkative and annoying. Eli's the cool buttface that sits behind me. He's this level of adorable that I can't even explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym : ahmygod, weight training. That is all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : I hate my teacher. With daggers from my eyes into her pregnant belly. No that's mean, but still. She assigned us a poem that was supposed to give light to a character whose voice is not heard. I asked her if we could give a name to one of the maids (in the Odyssey) because that's who I thought were misunderstood. And I felt really proud of it too, since I haven't written a creative piece for English since 158. And I get it back, and it's fucking B+. Her comments was that "it reads like a dairy entry, really emotive. I know you that you spent a lot of time and effort into this and that's very tremendous but I do not know who this character is and the assignment was to  take the persona of a background character." REALLY? LIKE SERIOUSLY? I want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comp Sci : I had my presentation today. There was ten minutes left in class and a couple of more groups who haven't went yet so I thought he wasn't going to call on us and then he went "Samuel and Natalie" and I just froze in my seat. I would've stayed there if Sam didn't push me off my chair dammit. I walked to the teacher's computer where I was supposed to open the program model that I was going to present and this kid who sits next to the teacher's desk freaking messes with my psych. He started laughing and whispering shit to his friend. LIKE REALLY? I want to scream louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish : Senor Simon was absent again and he didn't leave any work so I just talked to Ben and Eric. Jamie was lame and was reading his genetics textbook, but then he started talking about Halloween and shitznot. I'm just noticing that the people who I thought were mean in 158, are nothing compared to these 74'ers. They're mean o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global : ASLDKJALSKCSAD. What the fuck gave my teacher the idea to assign us a group essay. My group has five people and she expects to write ONE UNIFORM ESSAY? One freaking girl didn't even help with the essay because she sleeps at nine. WHO SLEEPS AT NINE. We each had a paragraph, which wasn't that bad. The hard part was more adding transitional stuff to make it flow well, and editing everyone's work so it actually sounds like one person and not choppy. I couldn't help with the conclusion though, because of stupid comp sci hw. I hate global. I don't feel like I'm learning anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math : My. Teacher. Is. Insane. This is all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;[going over homework, Mr. Fitzgerald turns around to notice Kevin O.]&lt;br /&gt;Mr. F : Kevin, stop daydreaming. I know you're thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[Mr. Fitzgerald is a sixty plus year old man]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry with my rant on school. And if I sound angrier than usual. Last week and this week is getting to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILYSHITZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding. THE WEDDING! Sunday, I'm so excited. I really want to go to the afternoon park taking picture thingy so I can use some of my black and white film taking pictures of them, but I think my mom wants me to go to Flushing to do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my aunties are in my house right now. One is my dad's brother's wife, the other is my mom's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOSHITZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudeeeeee, day 200 :D Is Saturday. I'm so fucking excited. I have an idea for the day, but it's unclear still, and I need Lucy to be my tripod. But I'm going to think of alternatives. Chairs are great tripods right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca, I'm going to be giving you the camera on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo club is so confusing. My camera apparently is a bit to advanced for what they're teaching and it so annoying because I don't think the presidents (who are sophomores, awkwarddd) appreciate that mine is basically half automatic. But there's this kid that has the same model and hopefully, we'll learn together. And Karen's my photo buddy! She fascinates me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take 34 photos by Tuesday. I don't think this is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFESHITZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to a total of seven people in one day.&lt;br /&gt;Eli. Sam. Kristin. Daniel. Rachel. Ben. Eric.&lt;br /&gt;That is it.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(Thursday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6704436154140633490?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6704436154140633490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6704436154140633490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6704436154140633490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6704436154140633490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/buy-it-use-it-break-it-fix-it-trash-it.html' title='buy it use it break it fix it trash it change it mail it upgrade it'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1475056833809194120</id><published>2009-10-21T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:55:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the grapist.</title><content type='html'>debate is blah.&lt;div&gt;and my grades are horrible too. NOT SURE IF I CAN PICK IT UP GARGLE GARGLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are so many clubs i want to be part of in stuy, but the one thing that's attacking my life is debate. WE DON'T EVEN DO MUCH DURING PREPS, IT'S LIKE... well it's pretty fun. but, not really important, and it takes forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to my idea of not doing hw till the last minute, gotta make up ten math homeworks this week in order to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to top this awesomeness off, for some reason i want to start a freethought club. sort of like an atheist club, with a veiled name. And i need to get some teacher reccs in, so I need to KISS SOME ASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also we have 380 views for our blog. how many of those views are us, and how many are other people? HOW WILL WE KNOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to go shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn clara, those are some nice grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my grades have not been nice to me, but that's.. cause.. i don't.. study. cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also becca, i sent you some offline messages, so read em and leave some back cause i'm gonna take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-linda "bbq" cai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1475056833809194120?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1475056833809194120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1475056833809194120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1475056833809194120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1475056833809194120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/grapist.html' title='the grapist.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3061375872725521370</id><published>2009-10-20T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:02:39.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOhhhhhh YYYYYYEAhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I kind of want to talk about my Saturday because this cool pigeon decided to hop down the stairs to the LIRR station instead of just flying down :D He/She was so cool.. I thought some kid was coming down there stairs.. then I see this pigeon hopping downwards xD That made my day entirely :F&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a soso day because some good things canceled out the bad things that happened. So uhh I got my math test back third period, and I actually did a lot better than I thought I would've done. My teacher, Ms. Andrews is a scary woman.. sometimes she's funny and coolISH and sometimes she gets all technical on you. But I guess she's a pretty good teacher.. she explains stuff and makes us copy it down so that we can UNDERSTAND IT when we read it.. Anyway I got a 95 on my test :D Our math class is really slow tho.. we.. have been on radicals for two/three days now and everyone else I know is finishing up radicals.. o___o and we're honors? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ehh well what canceled out my math test was the fact that I got an 80 on my global essay.. I thought I had expressed my thoughts clearly.. but I guess he wanted a more.. thesis-defending essay than an informative essay.. which wasn't clear to me at first So I guess that led to my yucky 80 .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thennn I got my vocabulary test back from english and it was an ehhh 94. Which is kind of surprising ..because I forgot the definition, part of speech, and sentence for one word and I got a 94. Yet on the first vocab test, I remembered everything and I still got a 95.. weird? I hope I do better in English as well as Global because my grades are an ehh and I'll probably get in the 80s on my report card :/ I also have to do this Critical Lens essay.. DUE TOMORROW that was originally due today.. but she changed it because she.. felt like it? But either way, I only got to write the outline JUST YESTERDAY because my weekends are too congested with crap for me to actually sit down and get my head into work mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also got my Japanese quiz grades and project grades back today (Why did I get so many tests back today? o__o) and I got some pretty good grades :D coolies yeahh I also did pretty well at bowling practice today, I got back into my 70s mode :DD and I bowled a 76. I still need to get higher if I want coach to be happier. I got a strike on my first game, but right after that everything just went downhill.. I had two empty frames and a three .-. but my second game was better with two spares and SOME NUMBER after each strike :F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess even though my day wasn't completely canceled out with bad against good stuff, I still don't feel too good about my day because of this CRITICAL LENS theory.. essay thing about he Scarlet Letter. Plus my mom's not feeling well this week, she has a fever and her eye's troubling her again.. but I'm also worrying her because I sleep so late and I don't really eat dinner because it tastes weird :/ I wish I had a better appetite and did my homework faster LIKE BLOGGING IS SO EASY. Oh yeah.. I also got some lemonade kool aid the other day because I wanted to add some flavor to my water that I bring to school everyday. :D That's why my title's oohh yeahhh. You're a cool dude mr. kool aid guy. I love that radio commercial.. where some guy is like today, we'd like to give thanks to you T-shirt launcher guy! and some guy in the background sings, THANK YOUUU mr. T-shirt launcher guy!! in a really fast sentence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh I can't explain it :P it's just a really cool radio commercial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda are you trick or treating with us o___o wut is goin' on with youu D: you're phone's off again or something.. hope you post :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3061375872725521370?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3061375872725521370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3061375872725521370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3061375872725521370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3061375872725521370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/ooohhhhhh-yyyyyyeahhhhh.html' title='OOOhhhhhh YYYYYYEAhhhhh'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-366551207920225339</id><published>2009-10-18T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:09:14.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my room smells like butt</title><content type='html'>I think my mom farted outside and then .smell just seeped into my room. Bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the laptop right now and I can't type on it for the life of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to write as of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was busy and hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a total of 6 miles this weekend, not counting Friday's night walk with the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I do daily now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara's on hold for about five minutes. Damn you Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a Chem test. I love Chem. I love the people, I love Mrs. Daves, I love the material. I hope I do well because I do not love my average as I love the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an essay due for English tomorrow. I just finished it ten minutes ago, and it's not bad. Last year I felt so uneasy with all my essays but this one I'm satisfied with. Not that I'll get a 90+, but probably mid 80's. Which is alright with me, since my first essay for Nieves was a 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A global essay is due on Tuesday and I have not started it yet. I suck at AP World. I am going to fail every tests she will give me. I am going to fail the final. I am going to fail the AP exam. You have my word. Ayy. And it's not like she's a bad teacher, I quite like the discussions in class. But it's so much talking, I'm only getting the basic outline of the curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're getting our math test back. I failed that too. I hate him intensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed the first Spanish test. I thought I did well on it like 90+. But I got a fucking 75. Spanish sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer science. Majorly failed the first test, next assignment is a presentation. Public speaking, greatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym.&lt;br /&gt;Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Hopkins has a new book. And it was beautiful. I don't really notice that it's in verse, it's not a big deal. The different ways the verses are typed allow you to realize which character is speaking, because once their stories interconnect, it get's complicated. But I'm in love with her writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm six days away from day 200 on the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(Sunday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-366551207920225339?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/366551207920225339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=366551207920225339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/366551207920225339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/366551207920225339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-room-smells-like-butt.html' title='my room smells like butt'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-9064480890647202374</id><published>2009-10-17T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:30:29.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO SEE</title><content type='html'>I'M GONNA JUST JUMP INTO WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR AND IGNORE ALL THE THREATS AND GLARING EYES.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the most recent thing in my mind is that I went to that debate MDL. I feel sad. Also did you know some hunter kids were there? Saw them, was surprised, then even more surprised. Because although the first two rounds, I thought "Pretty easy." the third round, the round for the winners, was like "OH MY GAWD, SADNESS IS ME" because they were so skilled for novices and FRESHMEN. ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also failing math again. Meaning I'll need to take math research again this year if I want to upper my grades. Which are lower than I want, but that's how it's always gonna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother came home and I spilled ginger ale under the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and my dad shared beers, and now I feel extremely uncomfortable around drunk dadbros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you guys hear about balloon boy? If not, it's just about some little kid who built a balloon and then he went into his garage and hid, and his neighbors panicked, thinking he was in the balloon and fell.  Media craze, and then they found the boy, and they were like "lul i guess we were wrongggg"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're suing his parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm hating that VTML leader, whenever she's in something, she's SUPER into it. Like, "IF YOU DON'T DROP EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING, AND JOIN STUY SIERRA CLUB, THE WORLD WILL DIE AND IT'S YOUR FAULT."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is great and, and at the end, "If you don't do it now, then you'll be so sad when we're on Oprah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is douchey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay I'm tired. Breast Cancer walk tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't read this now, you'll be so sad when I'm on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la cai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-9064480890647202374?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9064480890647202374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=9064480890647202374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/9064480890647202374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/9064480890647202374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='LONG TIME NO SEE'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8997832648750563445</id><published>2009-10-16T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:07:04.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the Lime in the Coconut!</title><content type='html'>I've actually had a pretty O.K. week? maybe not because I lost my iPod and my metro card.. and almost my cellphone.. but I think it was reasonable. I guess I think today.. was a pretty good day compared to my other days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out this morning, like any other ol' morning, getting up at 6:20 and doin stuffffff. Then getting on the 7:02 so I won't be late to mr. NIGHTMAN's class xD. I don't think i've ever talked about this .. but there's this guy with a white jacket.. or he ALWAYSSS wears something whiteish (he never wears a JACKET JACKET it's always a sweater or some flimsy shirt) And whenver I get on the train, he's always RIGHT BEHIND ME.. I don't know.. maybe I'm just being paranoid.. he freaks me out because he doesn't wear a jacket or fleece or SOMETHING THAT RETAINS BODY HEAT... on cold days. He's like ice man.. but an asian guy who looks out of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So umm.. I actually didn't get my metro card on thursday like I was supposed to.. because I went around 2 o' clock, and the metro card/ LIRR card person wasn't there.. and some woman told me she leaves at one :[.. I only had one ride left on my regular metro card.. so I decided to go home instead of bowling.. WHICH WAS WHERE i WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE MY LAST .. SECOND TO LAST PICTURE :[ So I got that today.. but I didn't have money on my card to go to school, so I thought heck I'll show my ID to the booth woman so she'll let me through. But this time .-. she told me to wait for a cop.. which I was like huhhh I don't see a cop anywhere..So I walked to the police station near track 21/20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you guys remember when I didn't go to school on the second day of school..? On the third day.. I took the train to school but I felt nauseous so I asked the train director to help me when he came around. When we got to Penn Station, he got a police officer to direct me to their headquarters so that I  could rest up and call my mom.. Well the police officer they sent was the same one I saw today at the police station. So I was like hey :D Where can I find the police to let me into the subway? Because I forgot my metro card. He kind of looked at me weird, then told me a city police officer had to do that, not .. whatever they are. It's weird seeing that guy again o___o because I was sick when I first met him.. and I was wearing the same jacket :D .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I just kind of stood there like a stupid statue in front of the subway gate things.. then like.. two minutes later a chinese man approached me and was like.. do you need to get in?? in chinese. Me, not really sure what was going on, was like COOOOOOL FREE RIDE.. in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course if I said that out loud he would think im a weirdo and change his mind. but he swiped for me :D so I got a free ride to school. What a nice man.. MANY THANKS TO YOU CHINO MANN :Dlol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had two tests today, Japanese and Global. Japanese was pretty easy because we just had a short test on kanji aka chinese words. So that was pretty cool. The global test.. not so ehhhh about :/ but I think I did pretty well.. It's just the short response on Napoleon.. I think I didn't do too well on.. I'm like falling asleep while I'm writing this.. how is that possible e___e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dose- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had a math test yesterday.. HOLY SHIET I THINK I FAILED ITTT.. which is kind of good.. because the last math test I took.. I thought I did REALLY WELL ON.. and I got an 80 .___. that shows how good I am at math.. and believing in myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair feels really soft right now.. But my eyes are like drooping downwards.. and my head feels heavy.. hope you blog tomorrow Linda :DD I'm looking forward to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clulu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8997832648750563445?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8997832648750563445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8997832648750563445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8997832648750563445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8997832648750563445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/put-lime-in-coconut_16.html' title='Put the Lime in the Coconut!'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6999416573923005165</id><published>2009-10-14T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:13:13.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll say say say</title><content type='html'>September 19th.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this as you not wanting to blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Which is funny because it was your idea and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. Which did not help me during the PSATs. But it didn't matter whether or not I was sick, whether or not I studied or not. I will never know those vocabulary words. So shoot me now. Or in December when we get our scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the darn test I had to come to school early and leave late. After school, I rushed out and went to this new establishment called the Poet's House. It's actually very quaint and relaxing. It's a library of poetry and the place is scattered with comfy sofas and there's a view of the park. I like it there, but I'm intimidated by all the names and titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the late train home where I saw Angela. I went to the library with her because I need to pick up my requested books. I had two, the new Ellen Hopkins and the new Libba Bray. I self-checked them out so I had to rip of the paper with my name on it and stuff. I put the receipt in one of the books but it must've slipped out because I beeped when I passed the thing. I went the lady to ask for my account information printed out and she said that Libba Bray's book wasn't on my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : But I requested it and my account said it was on hold for me.&lt;br /&gt;Her : But it doesn't say it on my computer. It won't let me sign it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : That doesn't make sense, why would it not be in my account if I requested it and it had my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;Her : Well, where's the paper?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I had to rip it out to scan it on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;Her : Well, I can't let you take the book without the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Well, I had to remove it to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Her : I'm sorry but there's another person waiting for it. See -she searches it up- Miriam Heights is wiating for it. You don't want her not to get it do you?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I understand, but I waited for the person who had it before me to finish it. I was second in line, Miriam is third. How is it fair that she gets it before the second person?&lt;br /&gt;Her : I'm sorry but you can't take it. Go over there and see if you can request this again. Libba Bray, Going Bo--bo--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a happy girl today. I have a computer project/quiz/assignment crap to do today. And I have to do it twice because he said so and my partner went to sleep so I have no help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love high school.&lt;br /&gt;Just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(wednesday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6999416573923005165?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6999416573923005165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6999416573923005165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6999416573923005165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6999416573923005165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-say-say-say.html' title='i&apos;ll say say say'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3278194069003235738</id><published>2009-10-12T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:56:14.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon Dyno-Bonaparteeee</title><content type='html'>Wadddup peepss.. I wonder who reads this stuff besides USSS. :P it's almost eleven.. and I'm STILL NOT DONE WITH MAH HOMEAWORKEHRKALSKDFH! I had dinner at eight thirty cause I had art class from 5 to eight :/&lt;br /&gt;Hey linda.. my mom told me you came over at like five thirty with your tennis racket! I thought you weren't going to come at all o___o Guess you didn't know that we had to end at four or something because I had art class :[ Oh and we decided to just do all mimes for our picture frame thing.. unless we change our minds again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't taken a picture yet for today.. I think i'll make it up tomorrow at SKOOOL. Dammit PSATs are coming up.. good thing they don't count :DD But I still want to do well on it.. Sooooooo.. Today was kinda coool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to Natalie and Rebecca and.. MY MOMOOMOMOMOMOMOMOM poking and pulling and grabbing at me :[ Bad way to wake up.. I was in the middle of a weird dream tooo! Some really weird dream.. I was at some boarding school.. alone.. and I was just walking.. and the halls were kinda peachish orange.. with a lot of doors on one side and windows on the other.. and I just kept walking until I reached the bathroom.. and then that's when I heard my mom going.. Clara your friends are here! and then all the grabbing and pulling and what not :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. But yeah I woke up to that.. and then being put on the floor.. and then being shaken awake by Becca.. and then changing.. and then eating for an hour.. Go sesame and yellow custard buns :DDD andd chugging Soy Milk.. and having becca say "Eww! You're a monster!!" at me :[ lol and laughing. Then we went out to Party City, where I had a stomach ache.. and kind of drifted around until I felt better :DD We tried to think of what kind of costumes we would wear for the picture frame thing.. I'm thinking that we'll just have our torso and head and arms dressed up.. and we can just leave our pants regular.. UNLESS THE PICTURE FRAME COSTUME DOESN'T WORK OUT AND WE JUST KIND OF DRESS UP ON OUR OWN.. But we've come to a new decision to all be mimes inside a picture frame.. posed weirdly every time we go to a door for trick or treat.. Hope we don't get smacked or .. don't fit OR WHATEVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to that Martha's Country Bakery or something like that.. IT was pretty nice in there :D I wanna go there again..  The Chocolate Fudge Cake?? was really good :D especially the really cold strawberry that BECCA DIDN'T LIKE! The brownie was kind of dry o__o but tasted good too.. I LOVE WATERRRRR because it kind of cancels out the sugary chocolate overdose :D So yeah.. that was goooooooooooooooooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's seeeee.. what'd we doooooo. Oh! We super-painted the frame :D in like ten minutes flat. Kooooool It actually looks like wood :DDDD Oh uhmmm THE RING GIRLLL I found out.. just wanted us to go play with her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to art class.. and my art teacher was nice to me :DD She helped me learn a new style.. or is still i nthe process of helping me learn a new style.. She told me that I have to start trying out full body self portraits with something other than.. pastel and stuff stuff that I'm used to.. she wants me to experiment with other mediums, so she's making me do a full body portrait with watercolors and acrylic.. and .. other stuff.. I'm used to dry mediums e___e So I'm not sure how it will turn out.. For now, I need to get back on the road of ideas and being inspired and and.. DOING WELL. Because I suck now.. I can't even come up with ideas.. because I'm so occupied with studying and school shiet :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the End.&lt;br /&gt;-Clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3278194069003235738?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3278194069003235738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3278194069003235738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3278194069003235738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3278194069003235738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/napoleon-dyno-bonaparteeee.html' title='Napoleon Dyno-Bonaparteeee'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8510020687270381507</id><published>2009-10-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:27:33.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY IS SUNDAY TOMORROW IS MONDAY WHILE IN AUSTRALIA IT WILL BE TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&gt;.&lt;&lt;div&gt;gosh how i wish it was summer again and i was back in australia. With no worries or probably about lifee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really fun i liked it alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday is going to be awesomeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think justin bieber is cute okay, just because he didn't hit puberty doesn;t make him uncute. it's just weird O_______o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his music video is cute =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the one time song, go find it yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should be sleeping but OH WELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hadn't been watching dramas lately T_________T i've been too busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to N A T A L I E tom felton isn't that cute okay so rupert grint or tom felton huh? what would you choosee :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C L A R A watch new moon and 2012 with us RAWR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO L I N D A write your damn blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish NLT was back together again -sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways that's it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my blog for the sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and next will beeeeee wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so say gooooood beeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yess i said good beeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rebeccaaaaaaaa Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu O____o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8510020687270381507?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8510020687270381507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8510020687270381507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8510020687270381507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8510020687270381507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-sunday-tomorrow-is-monday.html' title='TODAY IS SUNDAY TOMORROW IS MONDAY WHILE IN AUSTRALIA IT WILL BE TUESDAY'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3645990151715431905</id><published>2009-10-10T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:01:14.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new record</title><content type='html'>I just rushed my homework for the three day weekend in half a day and I didn't even get to do my reading, but I'm tired and after I blog I'm going to sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, hopefully, Clara you have the camera now. Since you didn't get it on the day, the eighth, and this month we're going to develop it later because we want Halloween pictures :D I will get it on the sixteenth. That takes away one day you missed instead of the two that you had. So I'll come around your house for it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Monday we are going to plan our costume. Meeting place is undecided, so tell me where, probably Clara's since it's close to Bell and all. Time is still undecided, Becca you have to tell me the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I woke up from a long sleep of twelve hours from the stupid week that I just had. And David's climbing on top of me, screaming his head off. And I'm still all dazed and sleepy but then realize that I'm home alone with him. Great. So to shut his damn butt, I told him that I'd take him to get pancakes. Except, there's really no where on Springfield with good pancakes, so I took him to that deli? place near McD's. I got him a platter of eggs, potatoes, and sausage. With a big, and I mean, BIG, rectangular piece of frosted brownie. And a sprite. Always a sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home to split the breakfast that ended up being brunch. I was expecting Lucy to come back from class by one and my mom to come home around that time as well but by the time it was two, I got pissed. I still hadn't started my homework and I had to search the interwebz for some free cartoon movie/show to keep David from crying and so that he could properly write his one two threes. By the time it was three, I was pissed and my mom yelling at me when she comes home didn't help. So I locked myself in the computer room and did the stupid homework plus procrastinating as we all do so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to go dress shopping with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good night ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(saturday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3645990151715431905?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3645990151715431905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3645990151715431905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3645990151715431905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3645990151715431905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-kidding-me.html' title='a new record'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-657863950382090651</id><published>2009-10-08T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:46:48.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost mah stufff</title><content type='html'>I've been losing a lot of my stuff lately.. first it was my iPod :/ And the day after I went home with Nat!! :[[[[[ I was trying to figure out the whole day if I had zipped up the pocket I usually put my IPod into.. but I couldn't figure it out and.. I guess I can't find it, and I have no idea where I lost it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, somewhere.. during the club fair or even before that, I lost my cellphone!! I freaked out and asked my friend to help me overturn the cafeteria to look for my phone.. we didn't find it. But then I got home :DD and my friend from bowling told me her friend found a phone and it had another person's number on there so she called and found out it was my phone. Well that was awesome news :D and then my mouse broke like RIGHTTT after I finished typing a lot of thank you's to her. .___. so I'm using a wireless mouse my mom refused to use because she didn't know how to work it.. you just stick the USB in.. and WALA done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the LIRR train, or somewhere from the subway booths to the LIRR train, I lost my metro card ._____. and I realized right before the doors on my train closed.. with me inside. Sooooo not a good day, but at least I have my bowling metro card.. I'm hoping I can use that as a replacement until I get my other metro card back. Yeah.. the only thing not replaceable at the moment is the iPod.. which I am determined to get a job to earn money so that I can get another one :DDD In the meantime.. I have to suffer without music and be reminded that I lost it whenever someone pulls out an iPod or some music device. I also have a english vocab test tomorrow.. with a Japanese test on some random stuff.. so I have to go study :P But umm I will say that I have come to like my global teacher more o___o but not how he grades.. but I have also come to hate my english teacher .-. because she's a b :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the moon these days, HOLY CRAP IT COMES OUT EARLY AND REALLY BRIGHT AND BIG AND WHITEEEEEEE. D: I notice it every day when I walk to school... Mom told me it's because Moon Day just passed.. or something, something about the whole week where the moon comes up really bright and stuff. Why does the moon sometimes disappear on some days :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate typing words with i and e.. People always say ohhhh the I comes before the E, but then receiving .. the e comes before the i. WUT?? :/ I have to get that stufff straightened outttttt. 'cause my english teacher took off a WHOLE POINT for making that mistake.. and only half when I didn't give enough of a definition. WUTTTTT??? :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhh today was the club fair, and I joined just about every group there was in the cafe, except maybe the gay something club.. and the step team, fencing, kendo, jew, blah blah and blah blah.. I thought they were kind of a waste of time because I want.. SERVICE CREDITSSS or whatever. But now that I think about it.. fencing and kendo sound pretty cool :F I also kind of ignored the korean, chinese, and japanese club :[ darn.. I should've just put my name on every sign up sheet there was in that room :D that would've been cool. We don't have a photography club somehow :/ I remember we had one last year.. and the Knitting for Charity Club was in the same room.. mann I liked that club, but all the people were seniors.. and they didn't tell me anything about what to do with the club :[..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo when am I getting that camera.. ?? :DD I can't wait to take some pictures of my friends at LaG and the ol' cruddy building :PPP Oh yeah.. there was some heated discussion about LaG and Stuy on the train the other day.. between Vic.. you know who e___e that vic that makes me want to punch her eyes out and cut all her limbs off.. LOL sorry :F and uhh Daniel and some other random guy I don't know the name offffffff.. but he pissed me off too. There was another girl that I kinda knew 'cause I met her with Tong some other time, but she was cool and didn't get involved LIKE MEEEEE. I don't get why people debate about which school is the best.. Stuy or LaG? because both schools have their goods and bads, and you can't really put them in the same category.. because the aim of the school is.. dun dun DUNN! DIFFERENT YOU IDIOTS.. jebbesss So shut up Daniel, Vic, and random dood who sat next to Vic on the train!! SHUDUP 'cause what you're saying doesn't make sense :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;br /&gt;-clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-657863950382090651?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/657863950382090651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=657863950382090651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/657863950382090651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/657863950382090651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-mah-stufff.html' title='Lost mah stufff'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6032482570009919294</id><published>2009-10-07T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:59:25.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitiled. ANTM!</title><content type='html'>LINDA WHY THE FREAK AREN'T YOU BLOGGING AND DON'T SAY THAT YOUR A ______________ blah blah blah. &lt;div&gt;clara HI ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;natalieeee school = gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my trig teacher is the world's biggest pushover -_______-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lets people listen to music eat food in class. i don't even know if she knows that people use their cell phone in class. people sleep in class. it's crazy. she just keeps on teacher while PEOPLE ARE TALKING. omg X_____x but i rather be in her class then spanish or chem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish and chem is boring. BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and red cross light the night walk on saturday ! YAY! from 5:00 to 8:00 on saturday &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red cross is going to fun =] after that walk is breast cancer walk. eh not as exciting but w/e. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; anyways , that's it . that's what i'm saying. that's all i'm going to say. SEE YOU IN FOR DAYS. (YOU= BLOG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REBECCAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6032482570009919294?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6032482570009919294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6032482570009919294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6032482570009919294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6032482570009919294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitiled-antm.html' title='untitiled. ANTM!'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6166055590225817754</id><published>2009-10-06T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:36:16.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is great</title><content type='html'>I'm to tired to write regular paragraph form so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning : before leaving my house, i left a canister of film on the kitchen table, thinking my mom would see it when she eats breakfast, and bring it to cosco's to get developed. i called her before going into the school, to say it was on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry : we had a double period and had two quizzes? or three,  i think. i don't know. we got our tests back and it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english : we got our second assignment, which is a bit strange since we haven't handed in our first assignment yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch : i had some potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comp sci : i drew "HA" on netlogo. it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spanish : it was going alright until mr. simon asked us to take out our homeworks and when i flipped to it, i realized that yesterday's assignment was in front of it. he was absent then. i don't really remember handing it in, but i don't remember not handing it in. i told him that i simply forgot, which i had but he didn't believe me. and i told him that the assignment wasn't even completed so it's not like i did it at home or something. and he asked me if there was something wrong with me and he was worried there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to respond to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;global : we got our tests back, it wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math : i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenth period : talked to karen as we waited for tenth to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tenth : we went to the photo club and saw the darkroom for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after photo club : i went to the second floor to see if improv was over and saw kristin and beatrice waiting for linda but i checked both rooms and didn't see linda in them . hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home : i came home, dropped my bag down and went upstairs to my mom. she asked me where i put my canister of film, then i realized that that meant she couldn't find it and it isn't developed. i was paranoid about this on the bus ride home, thinking that david probably took it before my mom saw it. mom said it wasn't there, and found one in my room, and another in my computer. she didn't know which one it was so  my dad told her not to bring any. i have three canisters of film and the one that i take to develop is black unlike the other two. but she said she didn't find it, so i screamed for david and angel. angel said that she took it. really? like seriously? i was looking forward to seeing how the pictures came out and i'm still so fucking angry, so i don't think i should be writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to watch buck to calm me down, but i'm still so fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(tuesday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6166055590225817754?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6166055590225817754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6166055590225817754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6166055590225817754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6166055590225817754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-great.html' title='this is great'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2237607674186555556</id><published>2009-10-04T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:06:59.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow  It's Late</title><content type='html'>Well it's kind of late.. it's almost twelve and I'm writing my paper about how the European monarch rulers were influenced by the Enlightenment and the ideas of that time.. boring :/ Mu global teacher has been digging into the ground with the emphasis on details and crap like that. He's been talking so much about how our homework doesn't have the amount of details he wants that he's been scaring me to death with the grades.. He's given me two fails on my previous homework .__.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't feel honors material. Well at least not global honors material.. I wish he would give us a break :/.. I thought he would be a pretty cool teacher.. but this whole thing with DETAILS DETAILS DETAILS is killing me. Even as I'm writing my paper, I feel like he's going to fail me on it too.. because I can't even make sense of what I'm writing .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I feel English honors material.. for now. I forgot to do a homework and that made me feel pretty bad :/.. But even so.. we're going over the Scarlet Letter right now.. not sure if any of you are reading that .. but anyway, I can't seem to make a lot of sense out of these boring words, but my classmates are getting so much out of it.. that I think they're using sparknotes e___e but this one girl, Stella, is like hella amazing at English and interpreting literature and shit like that .-. I feel like I'm going to fail global honors and barely pass english honors.. wtuf :/ At least math is going alright for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say, but I have to desperately finish my global paper so that I don't sound like I'm babbling on my paper and so he doesn't fail me miserably and have to lecture me on details and making logical sense on writing stuff. I even have a cold :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only good news I have right now is that I won second place at the speech contest about why voting is important.. I beat Edgar and some other girl .. and some other girl, but the guy who got first place was.. HOYL CRAP ALSKDHLFKH He was really good. He goes to some school in NJ that I don't know of, but he really believed in what he was saying, and supporting it with not a hella bunch of quotes, but things that made sense and were concrete. I on the other hand was just babbling about stuff and more crap about voting and why it's important and blah blah blah and going off topic.. I seem to be getting worse at writing.. especially now that I find there are so many more people that think my style if writing is cruddy.. I have to stop this and write my paper.. so that I don't fail and then everything else fails and shit lksdhflkahsdf :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having such a horrible sophmore year.&lt;br /&gt;-Clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2237607674186555556?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2237607674186555556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2237607674186555556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2237607674186555556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2237607674186555556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-its-late.html' title='Wow  It&apos;s Late'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8966679402210761938</id><published>2009-10-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:52:06.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my saturday</title><content type='html'>my saturday was. painful &lt;div&gt;i had to take shots T_____T in the doctor's office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then iwent to badminton. YAY! i texted with natalie throughout badminton. it was fun i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that i wanted to fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was nothing on tv today. i'm disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways the next time we should meet is next monday on break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLARA YOU BETTER NOT BE BUSY THAT DAY .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE NEED TO MAKE OUR COSTUME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school is back in session in about A DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marking periods is going to end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSAT is coming up = fail fail fail fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LINDA you better freaking blog when it's your turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8966679402210761938?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8966679402210761938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8966679402210761938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8966679402210761938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8966679402210761938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-saturday.html' title='my saturday'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1337652109195899145</id><published>2009-10-02T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:07:20.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know anymore</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I'm writing for me day right now after arguing. But I have to get this out. I'm sorry if I sound like a bitch to you when we had that conversation, Linda, but I just need to make this clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only see the outside, as cliche as that sounds. But it is like that. People are friendly to me, okay, a small amount of people, friends I've made mostly by chance. But I don't call them close, they are acquaintances. I am not always surrounding by groups. The only time I am walking or with more than one person is after my last class when everyone really just wants to rest and talk and be lazy and not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk to many people. I try to, trust me, I do. Even the off beat kinds of kids and I can't make conversation because I am not quirky enough to be cool. The others don't bother. This isn't a sobsobohmylifesucks story or whatever. I just don't want you to think this about me. I'm going to sound like insensitive bitch, but I don't care if people "they like you better anyhow." To me, to like me better how, is when someone talks to me because we're close, not because "oh-look-there's-Natalie-there's-no-one-else-so-let's-talk-to-her." It's happened. Someone starts a conversation, I carry it, they leave when they see someone better to talk to. Nicer people, for example, Karen, come back to me to finish the conversation, but she's one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know what to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to against what I just said and respond to "you're always in a group/ means people are attracted to you." Whenever I see you, you're never alone. So I guess, this goes for you too. Contradicting what you said about Mavi and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that I'm a talkative person. It's my nature, I get it from my mom and dad. I will try to talk to anyone, even if that means attaching myself to a group and forcing myself into the conversation. It doesn't mean I'm close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm saying is that I miss you guys. Hope you guys are having a good time in class and home and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;br /&gt;(Friday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1337652109195899145?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1337652109195899145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1337652109195899145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1337652109195899145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1337652109195899145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-why-im-writing-for-me-day.html' title='i don&apos;t know anymore'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2684109295734363686</id><published>2009-09-30T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:02:30.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had A Bad Day :'[</title><content type='html'>I've been having a bad day since eighth period.. and it's kind of late and I have a bunch of crud to do.. so I'm sorry :/ I had some stuff on my mind and things to think about and consider.. not much time for the blog. Sorry D:!!&lt;br /&gt;-Clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2684109295734363686?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2684109295734363686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2684109295734363686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2684109295734363686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2684109295734363686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/had-bad-day.html' title='Had A Bad Day :&apos;['/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6100512179205556173</id><published>2009-09-30T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:05:03.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR</title><content type='html'>i'm blogging for yesterday. CLARA it's still your freaking day okay ^____________^.&lt;div&gt;omg i have a chem test and spanish test tomorrow kill me X____X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i totally forgot to blog yesterday due to me watch the biggest loser. It's a good show =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is america 's next top model YAYAYAY and glee &lt;3.&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love wednesdays except for lab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate my lab partner. She's so slow at doing things. i need to take charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lab sucks. i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways must study for chem stupid &gt;.&gt; crazy lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6100512179205556173?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6100512179205556173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6100512179205556173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6100512179205556173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6100512179205556173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/rawr.html' title='RAWR'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-559499263229606</id><published>2009-09-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:35:16.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homer simpson somer simposon homer simpson</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the season premiere right now. I watched season premieres of Desperate Housewives, FlashFoward!, House, Bones, Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, ANTM, Family Guy, Cleveland Show... I watched a lot of television. Yes. I'm watching Lie to Me todaaaay as I crunch on my chips. I only have the puffs left, gave the other two to Angel and David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went to Flushing. Cafe Jojo's crepe's were nice. So good. It was too windy for eating sticky stuff though. Long Long was random but he's awesome so it's okay. Clara. . . . Clara. I need to invent some calm down juice or something. You'll have a life supply of it. I will make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the photos. But only five came out, two from Linda, one from me, one from Becca, and one from Clara. The new one looks sturdy though, so hopefully, second time's the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFUrn4RRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m0ls5ehVi70/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFUrn4RRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m0ls5ehVi70/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386679737727927330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFU1n8Zu-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RPONe-wL1aI/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFU1n8Zu-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RPONe-wL1aI/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386679909543951330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFVlqHUWpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z9wCjm8TJhk/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFVlqHUWpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z9wCjm8TJhk/s320/scan0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386680734760327826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFVGjxukpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dmxg96uYgDQ/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFVGjxukpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dmxg96uYgDQ/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386680200483213970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFVTHY3_5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/vxGfTtVjNok/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFVTHY3_5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/vxGfTtVjNok/s320/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386680416201080722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view these large, just click the pictures. I tried making a facebook album for these but it didn't work out because facebook is a fucking fucktard. When the next one actually comes all out, I'm probably just going to make a photobook album or try facebook again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, do you guys mind making the blog public again?&lt;br /&gt;Answer in comments please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;Nat&lt;br /&gt;(Monday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-559499263229606?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/559499263229606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=559499263229606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/559499263229606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/559499263229606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/homer-simpson-somer-simposon-homer.html' title='homer simpson somer simposon homer simpson'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SsFUrn4RRCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m0ls5ehVi70/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-471252298928033529</id><published>2009-09-26T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:00:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FlashFoward</title><content type='html'>HOLY MOLY :D the premier of Flash Forward was really coooool and so were the other things that were going on... bleh&lt;br /&gt;So ummmmm ouch I had so much to say before.. but now that I have to blog.. they just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slipped my mind &lt;/span&gt;lol :P&lt;br /&gt;Becca forgot to post?? I haven't been doing much except for sleeping late.. and getting up really early and the usual stuff. Natalie your school schedule sounds so depressing.. I actually like my schedule quite a bit! On three days of the week during fourth period, I go to the library/my locker to do homework or I just kind of wander around the school and sit in on some of my friend's classes when their teachers allow me :F And uhhh I have lunch period five so that's AWEOSOMEEEME except I get hungry after school a lot so I always have to buy something to eat to satisfy my stomach :/ Plus I have art first period too :D which means some relaxin happens while I read the newspaper and do some 3D design stuff. And I have DA BEST two periods of my life at the end of the day, which I ALWAYS look forward toooooooo :D 'cause of some really cool people that I sit with in that class.. I'm actually surprised that that class has some REAL art tables.. not those crappy school tables that are flat and blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently I've joined the Bowling Team :D with my buddies Jenny and Jackie and some other people I know on the team that I know from weird moments in freshman year :P But I'm also trying out for the Swimming Team, hoping to get on it 'cause another buddy of mine, Mei is on it and she's encouraging me to get on 'cause I missed last year's final try-outs :/ Yuppp But then there are sad things too, like I don't really have any classes with some of my buddies from last year :[[[[[ and and.. I get out later tooooo so in the winter.. it'll probably be pitch black by the time I get out.. and getting out late also reduces the chances of me getting to Stuy to freak Natalie and Linda out when I suddenly appear at the door when they get out :/ darnnitttt yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey have you guys heard about the article on shower heads?? They say that when you stick your head in the water, you're actually getting .. dirtier o___o weird huh. It's mostly because it's a moist environment in the shower heads' holes, so a lot of bacteria grow and accumulate there.. and then when you turn on the water and stick your head in the water.. e____e WATCH OUTTTALSKDHFLKH maybe that's how we get sick :D besides having it passed from someone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uhh also started reading the newspaper a lot o-o but after school ends :/ because in the morning when I get out of the subway, only the am newspaper is there and I don't really like them, so when I walk home from the train station, I like to pick up a copy of the Metro. But then sometimes they're all out because I get out even later when I have bowling practice.. which is around six, and the newspaper goes out almost around then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. I'm going to say that new film Fame is a disgrace to LaGuardia and all those people who were in it and the movie directors.. and EVERYONE involved with the old Fame movie :/&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch it.. but just by looking at it makes me want to throw up.. I even got a Fame sweater that our school sells.. but now I feel that if i wear it people will just laugh at me .-. That movie director who made the new Fame should be so embarrassed with himself.. I hope he goes and crawls into a ditch somewhere and stays there e___e I even read an article about that movie the other day where old alumni of LaGuardia were pretty much bitching about the movie and saying that they only practiced in the halls and danced in the cafeteria because they were unfunded and didn't have any other place to practice. Plus they said that they went to the school to get away from their homes of poverty and other bad situations to do what they loved. Bleh :/ Not so happy with the movie and the director..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's watched Boy Meets World o-o.. SO FUNNY :DDD My friend Jason told me to search up a video on YouTube the othere day, Opangatay. It's halarious go watch it, because I'm watching it :F over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;PLAN B&lt;br /&gt;-clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-471252298928033529?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/471252298928033529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=471252298928033529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/471252298928033529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/471252298928033529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashfoward.html' title='FlashFoward'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-7448787594067667910</id><published>2009-09-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:44:08.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey guys what's going on</title><content type='html'>So Linda, good job skipping your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sore middle finger so I'll be typing this really quickly to relieve the pain. So FIRST off, Becca decided which photo place she'd prefer, and I'm pretty sure you two would choose the same. The first photo place, PLACE A is around $8.70, one copy of each photo, takes an hour. PLACE B is the same price, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; copies of each photo, but it takes more than a day. Becca wants to go to place A but if you guys both vote for place B, tell me early so I can give it to them on Sunday so we can pick it up on Monday, together. But I think place A is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay SECOND, we need to think of a time to get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD, I don't know how it works Clara. If we want the advertising stuff, I think we need other people reading out blog. And you and Linda told me that you thought that was weird so I turned out blog private. Also, give me your e-mail, so I can send you an invite. Accept it, and you can sign in with your email and write on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 6:33 my phone rings, and usually my alarm is 6:35 so I thought it was my alarm so I clicked it and pushed it under my pillow. Then I heard a "hello?" and went all "WTF" I answered the phone and kept asking "who is this?" but the person didn't answer and kept saying "don't you have school, wake up, it's time to wake up." I look at the caller id and it's unknown. The person tells me to wake up again and says bye. After that, I was kind of still tired but when I was brushing my teeth and a bit more awake, I realized it was Mo who called. SO RANDOM. I'm so tired D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really happened today. OH!. Yes. So Tuesday I had gym and we're playing soccer. The teacher's teaching us how to two-touch pass and says to kick the top of the ball to prevent it from flying into the ceiling. So it's my turn and I pass it to my partner, this kid named Kevin. He passes it at an angle so I can't trap it. I run after it and dribble it to my spot, but Kevin starts criticizing me, saying that I'm doing it wrong. I ignore it and pass it to him, not awesomely, but whatever. He then freaking kicks it from the bottom and it hits me in the boob. And it fucking hurt. And my whole line started laughing and he was like "bwhahah so-hahah-sor-hahaha-sorry" Never before have I felt like I was trapped in a really bad teen movie. Today I had gym again, and we were supposed to pass each other the ball and try to block but not steal the ball. So I pass it to him and block but he yelled at me saying that I didn't know what I was doing and after that he kicked the ball to the other side of the gym. BECAUSE HE CAN'T PLAY SOCCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm good, but he's not either. So his huge ego is just trying to compensate for his small dick. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in computer class, my teacher's still sick so he was out. And we had this teacher, Murry, as a sub. He and Patrick. Oh god, they were talking about movies for the whole entire period. Murry first though that Patrick was another teenage boy who thinks he loves movies but once he started naming old movies and Patrick knew most of them, all hell broke loose. You could see the happiness in Murry's face and in Pat's. I wanted to barf but I kept laughing instead. They were talking about movies from 30's onward and Murry kept telling him to watch the top ten of each year. THEY BOTH THINK WALL-E IS GOOD FOR PETE'S SAKE. It's cool they know so many movies and all that crap, it shows dedication in intrests, but must they speak so loudly? Oh, oh, the best part is, Murry walks over to this other guy and calls him "boring guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;I do not even know how to compute what he did. How can he just insult someone like that? Because the kid didn't chat it up with Murry about movies, slightly showing off, does not mean he's boring. IMPLICATIONS ARE ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then near the end of the period these two guys started playing Family Guy on their computers, the volume pretty loud. One kid closes his as they crowd around the other guy and wait, wait. BIRD IS THE WORD comes on. And yeah, it was funny the first time. But I have David and we've watched that episode so many times. So I prefer to leave Peter's voice at home. I tell them that it's annoying me and the guy turns off the volume, looks at me, turns it back louder. Some other guy tells him to shut it off but he turned it louder, and the guy's friends started laughing loudly. Oh my god, can high school get any more cliche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Monday, guys. Put some sanity into my brain, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;Nat&lt;br /&gt;(Thursday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-7448787594067667910?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7448787594067667910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=7448787594067667910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/7448787594067667910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/7448787594067667910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-guys-whats-going-on.html' title='hey guys what&apos;s going on'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3208406588052130230</id><published>2009-09-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:34:48.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEEEEEE :D</title><content type='html'>I actually was wondering about that show since everyone was booming about it on facebook before the premier came out.. and then I guess they all got disappointed, and I can agree with that.. I mean I started watching it yesterday and I thought the first episode was ehhhhhh .. but I suppose it's getting better as it progresses :D Mr. Shruber.. or however you spell his name, has a really cool voice! Except he reminds me too much of Justin Timberlake because of his voice.. and his song choices... like in episode 3 when the Acafellas were doing their.. performance, it sounded something that originated from a Backstreet Boys song or Nsync.. I always get them mixed up :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So umm I found out HEROES IS BACKKKK that's righttt it's back onnn :D and the premier was AWESOMEEEE last season was a mess.. they just.. I don't know maybe it was something in the coffee.. I'm SORT OFF rushing this because it's really late, and Mom was in my room behind me on my bed reading the newspaper and reading some books.. I don't know why, but she was in my room the whole time I was doing homework, so I didn't exactly have the ability to switch over to the blog page and blog.. she apparently thinks this is a waste of time :/ but then.. recently she's REALIZED we are writing a blogg.. and that we can actually earn money by putting advertisements.. from other people?? something about that I wanted to ask you guys about.. anyway so my mom heard it was possible and so uhh now she's telling all her friends that we have a blog, but of course she can't tell them the URL so we're pretty good for now. But anyway, I was wondering about the advertisement stuff.. I was looking on the layout the other day, and I saw advertisements and I thought, cooooool we could get money!! But I'm not completely sure how it works because I haven't exactly looked into it.. much so I was just wondering if we could think about it :DD and possibly have it available in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm moving on.. REBECCA!! DARN YOU FOR MESSIN WITH MY BRAIN AND MESSING UP THE DAYSS&lt;br /&gt;:/ I actually had a whole bunch of stuff I wanted to blog about but since I was freaking out about all the homework that I got and the tests coming up.. and THE MESSING UP OF THE BLOG stuff.. I can't remember what I wanted to blog about.. so sorry nat :/ gonna keep this a little shorter than the rest.. plus it's like eleven thirty and I have to sleeep :D cya guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not so clueless anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3208406588052130230?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3208406588052130230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3208406588052130230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3208406588052130230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3208406588052130230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/gleeeeee-d.html' title='GLEEEEEE :D'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2428819985975517580</id><published>2009-09-21T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:11:04.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy crap i'm way confused..</title><content type='html'>isn't it my day to blog.. o___o since I was supposed to post on the seventeenth but then becca did that.. and then the next four days would be today o__O... what the.. &lt;br /&gt;are we messing with the dates now?? 'cause I looked back.. and most of them all add up except the recent ones o-o.. whennnnn becca and nat started alternating because something happened there??? &lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOIN ONNNN so if i'm supposed to blog tomorrow because I made some weird mistake somehow.. or we are doing something new?? then care to tell me o___o 'cause I'm so confused.. &lt;br /&gt;-clueless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2428819985975517580?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2428819985975517580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2428819985975517580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2428819985975517580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2428819985975517580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-crap-im-way-confused.html' title='holy crap i&apos;m way confused..'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3078692158177573054</id><published>2009-09-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:18:09.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music deprived</title><content type='html'>i am musically deprived. Today was a monday morning oh the freaking joy. I woke up at 6:00 today but fell back asleep for another hour. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i had global first period today. we had to answer questions and present in front of the class. i was half asleep. AND GUESS WHO HE PICKED ON TO ANSWER THE QUESTION AND STAND UP IN FRONT OF THE CLASS? me -_____- &gt;that totally woke me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had chem after and chem bs. My teacher is too slow -____-. We spend half the period doing nothing while i try to not fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch i had spanish, &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;College writing was next. OMG i just remember i had to decorate my folder. DAMN O_o. We are writing autobiographies and i still don't know what to write about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trig was just boring. Teacher is a pushover. Better than a mean old nasty lady. She's nice. i feel bad for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was my next to last class. we were reading about the story a and p. Read it. It's stupid .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gym was last which is good because i don't have to rush to class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways :P goodnight that was my day must listen to music tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3078692158177573054?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3078692158177573054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3078692158177573054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3078692158177573054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3078692158177573054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-deprived.html' title='music deprived'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-196255382260996595</id><published>2009-09-20T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:10:46.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a dog</title><content type='html'>Oh wait, but I can't call anyone a dog. My mom told my dad to eat the meat properly so I told him "eat it like a dog, dogs love bones!" And my mom exploded with laughter. Lucy explained to me that it's an insult to call someone a dog in China. And my mom just kept laughing like a maniac and my dad said that I don't understand because American's glamorize dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a dog, since I'm born in `94. So apparently, it's okay if they insult me over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECCA : Good job, you confused poor Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINDA : I need that camera, meet up where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARA : Hahaha, you confused child &lt;3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was supposed to take a portrait of my family with my last photo of my roll of film (the first with my new camera) but my dad wouldn't let me. He said that I should just take a photo of my mom so skladjfalsdmclkadjf. Mom. And her insane sunglasses. And her crazy earrings. And weird hair. And funny lipstick. Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour or so taking picture of Angel in five different outfits. I wanted to try a more "fashion" approach to it, but it failllled. Like FAILED. I spent the rest of the day transferring my stuff into Lucy's laptop because my computer is an ass. I have five Harry Potter movies in HD on my computer and my usb doesn't fit them. I can't live without them D:  My pinky hurts a lot right now.  I also took a looooooooooooooooooooong while editing pictures. This one that makes Angel actually look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Srbbs1pSIqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7mq9XUREzNE/s1600-h/of2.8.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Srbbs1pSIqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7mq9XUREzNE/s320/of2.8.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731967928967842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's because her eyes are closed. Her eyes are the most annoying part of her face. Blah. David got really angry that I was taking so many pictures of her. I feel bad :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM, what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm think we all go to Flushing on the 28th and develop the photos. I know two places that develop film, I have to see which is cheaper. So yeah, 28th no school so you guys up for it ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing soccer for gym. At least it's not weight training. Thank jeebus. My teacher scares me, he acts like he's a goddamn military general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first Chemistry test tomorrow. I'm pretty sure I'm prepared for it. The only problem I have is that I don't know how to add/subtract sig figs. I need to ask someone about it before the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have nothing else to write about. Yesterday as I was innocently watching The Daily Show on hulu and reading my Global handout, my phone rang. I could see the contact photo before I even picked up the phone. Freaking JackAsss called me to ask me if I had Ms. Chen for English. Doesn't speak to me for three months and expects me to answer this? Then he asks me if I know a Catherine Choi, which I say I do. He asks me if I knew her number, I said I didn't because I don't have her new cell number. He asked me if I knew a somethingKim, I said no. He asked me if I had any way of contacting Catherine, and I gave in and said yes. He preceded to say that he'd be utterly grateful if I could find out when the "Greek Project" is due. I told him I'd call in a minute. So I hang up, and call Catherine's home number. Her mom answers and she remembers me and I talk and then gives the phone to Catherine. I talked to her for a few minutes but I could feel she was uncomfortable so I said bye. I called him back and he said "balllllls ballllllls, okay, thank you, okay bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;Fucking&lt;br /&gt;Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you don't talk to someone for so long and when you finally hear their voice, it's exactly the same as before. I expected a change. It'd make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEEDED TO TELL YOU THIS BECCA BUT YOU WERE OFF IN YOUR WONDERLAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-196255382260996595?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/196255382260996595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=196255382260996595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/196255382260996595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/196255382260996595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-dog.html' title='I&apos;m a dog'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Srbbs1pSIqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7mq9XUREzNE/s72-c/of2.8.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4375735383051145418</id><published>2009-09-19T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:44:53.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing my ethnicity</title><content type='html'>lately i've been hating being chinese&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure i get the "minority" benefits, but i don't wanna be judged as someone who got to where they were today, just because they were born into a minority (in america at least) and got advantages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, while the holidays are fun, i don't really see myself doing them on my own in the future. sure i might go to the occasional festival and dragon dance march thing, but i don't see myself being a hardcore asian like my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get it, china has backward behaviors that have lasted thousands of years to today, and since we've been doing so well, what's the point of getting rid of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we're in america now, and i don't enjoy being called "my ugly girlfriend" by my dad in supermarkets, and i don't enjoy being called fat or disgusting or having a pitiful look at me everyday by my parents, and i definitely do not enjoy the fact my brother is my parent's favorite offspring. yeah, he has more pressure, but even if he fails, the repercussions are not as bad if i fail, because after all, all i have worth living for is a man who would actually marry me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know this is a rant, but i'm mad. and mad is bad. and blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luke's a jack ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could become 'american'. but that's a horrible title. you'll be lumped in with our country's worst, and be given an even worse treatment by other countries. not only that, but who would even consider me american? they'll consider me asian first, american second when they learn i can't speak chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw i can't be president because i'm a minority, female, and atheist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-linda cai, the american citizen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4375735383051145418?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4375735383051145418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4375735383051145418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4375735383051145418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4375735383051145418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-my-ethnicity.html' title='losing my ethnicity'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5789936336786021537</id><published>2009-09-18T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:48:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix up</title><content type='html'>I think we're having a mix up with when people are supposed to post and when their turn is.. who remembers the order of the posts? :D 'cause I noticed that Linda and Natalie posted on the same day, and then Rebecca and I posted on the same day.. WUTS GOIN ON&lt;br /&gt;-clara&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I thought I was supposed to post yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;mom kicked me off the computer when I was half done with it :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5789936336786021537?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5789936336786021537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5789936336786021537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5789936336786021537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5789936336786021537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/mix-up.html' title='Mix up'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5775153229356987028</id><published>2009-09-17T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:57:09.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's thursday today which means it's friday tomorrow YAY. Finally the weekend is coming. one more day. It's almost 10 &gt;.&gt;. Anyways the week has been passing by pretty quickly. Every single day my first 3 periods is the most boring periods ever. Especially chem. It's like teach me already instead of spending 20 mins on attendence. Even if she teaches i don't understand what she says .So it won't matter. When's the next time we are meeting up? hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIfe is the same. Same schedule same boring classes same same. OH i got the letter volunteer thing signed already. My guidance counselor gave me all 5s YAY. And in english i wrote a letter to myself in 5 years. How weird will that be on the day i will read it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Okay that's it for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;REBECCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5775153229356987028?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5775153229356987028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5775153229356987028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5775153229356987028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5775153229356987028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-people.html' title='HELLO PEOPLE'/><author><name>the girl she is</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeINUVcPmJU/STXvM6H2zlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/995tKukwjjE/S220/The_Stand.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3487009284863496839</id><published>2009-09-16T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:56:41.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well let's see what's happening now</title><content type='html'>Sunday was supposed to be Rebecca's turn. Clara did it on Monday. Tuesday was supposed to be Linda's, and I forgot to on Wednesday. So I'll do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kevin and Franky came over and it took me three hours to do my single homework. Half of it had to do with me helping four kids with homework. The other half, my global teacher was not clear with the pages I was supposed to read so I ended up reading twelve pages of textbook nonsense. I guess since it's AP it's supposed to be hard. In class, we're discussing and taking notes on philosophers but the homework deals with pre-French Revolution. My head hurts from all the names. I don't understand why Catherine the Great is considered Great. I understand that her predecessors sucked balls, but Catherine was all talk and no action. That seems like a sucky ass leader to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you guys think? French Revolution : revolt or a true revolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry's okay, nothing confusing yet. The reading for English looks like blocks of black and grayish white so I don't comprehend half of it. The good thing is that the teacher explains it very clearly in class so it's all good. Comp Sci is just a big period blur of words and beeps. Spanish is pretty cool, but I noticed he always calls the same people and he never called on me, so fuck. I don't even think he knows my name. Math is just o_o .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Glee again. If you haven't watched it yet, please do. It's the most beautiful thing ever. Well, beautiful isn't the word. It's something about the way it's made. I love it. Different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera must be circulated continuously.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3487009284863496839?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3487009284863496839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3487009284863496839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3487009284863496839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3487009284863496839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-lets-see-whats-happening-now.html' title='well let&apos;s see what&apos;s happening now'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5113925216361007376</id><published>2009-09-14T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:13:31.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY :P</title><content type='html'>I noticed that i hadn't blog since school started. Everytime i am going to go to bed, i automatically forget about it. O____O&lt;div&gt;So, linda : i'm going to give you the camera tomorrow. you better be there -_________-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to take badminton classes on saturday , so it's going to be hard to meet up on saturdays now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School &gt;.&gt; is the world place to be for the first three periods. My global teacher, mr. lin doesn't really make sense. He has an accent. And i don't understand chinese people with accent. Then i have chem. My chem teacher keeps on saying the wrong information. Who the hell messes up on scientific notation when your the teacher? After that i have spanish . SPanish teacher talkes about unimportant things that are totally unrelated to the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister told me that in her gym class , theres a girl thats pregnant. -___- She told my mom that too. Not to be to judgemental but who the hell in the right mind makes theirselves pregnant at 14. oh well, too bad for whoever that girl is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on sunday i'm going to church. O_O that doesn't make me christian though or whatever. Just attending church ^____________^. i can't wait for the weekends. no more teachers that makes me want to cringe when they start talking. i may sound mean, but i'm serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; okay, school tomorrow must sleep early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5113925216361007376?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5113925216361007376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5113925216361007376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5113925216361007376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5113925216361007376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-py-s.html' title='SORRY :P'/><author><name>the girl she is</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eeINUVcPmJU/STXvM6H2zlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/995tKukwjjE/S220/The_Stand.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-7489020270951155995</id><published>2009-09-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:34:33.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKEWLLLLLL's not out.</title><content type='html'>So today was probably my third day at school, tho it SHOULD BE my fourth day. :/ I stayed home last Thursday because I had a fever and a weird.. thingamabob in my throat. And on Friday, I was waking the LIRR to school, feeling pretty fine but stupid because I missed the 7:15 by a minute.. and then I didn't feel so good after two minutes. I actually felt pretty woozy and light headed. So when the train ticket guy came back, I told him I didn't feel very good and he immediately made this woman stand up to give me her seat o___o I felt pretty stupid right then and there, but I also felt like I was going to throw up, and if I did.. feeling stupid would be nothing compared to that. So uhhh I sat there and the train guy told me if he should call the station or something like that.. VMS?? And I thought he was calling my mom and I was like oh I have my cell phone. Some weird shit happened there and When the train reached Penn Station, the guys from the Police Station at Penn Station asked if I felt okay, and I just told them I felt like throwing up, but not really NEEDING to throw up. Blah blah blah.. all you need to know is that my mom came to Penn Station after that and she let me sleep for about an hour, and then I decided I was okay enough to go to school :D&lt;br /&gt;     I had a free period when I got to school.. and while I was re-reading our summer reading book, I felt really nasty.. and I was like .-. maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come.. but I felt better after going to the rest of my classes. Ohmahgod o__o I like my schedule.. kind of.&lt;br /&gt;     Let's seee.. first period I have Mr. Nachtmannnn aka mr nightman.. made up by someone that's a friend of my friend's friend.. o__o.. and uhh he's boring :/ but kind of cool? We were "exploring" paper for a couple of days. Then there's chemistry! wohooo go stupid freshman in my class TT^TT... I wish I could have taken chemistry during MYYYY FRESHMAN YEAR. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;w.e.. I went to class today after.. missing a day and a half.. kinda, and my teacher was being pretty stingy :/ He's called Dr Cheng and he reminds me of my dad, but less kind.. Gosh it was only the fourth day of school, and I feel like I'm falling  behind in chemistry o______o.. that's not good. I had no idea what the heck was going on today.. especially when he started talking about matter and mass and O___O crap..&lt;br /&gt;    I also can't find my iTouch .-. I last saw it on Sunday and it's disappeared from my desk..&lt;br /&gt;But uhhh after chemistry I have ... math with Ms Andrews .-. I don't really like her that much 'cause all she makes us do is copy notes and she talks weird.. and her hw structure is really weird.. not much room for showing work :/ I hate the fact that whenever a teacher calls on me, whether or not I'm 100% sure I know my answer is right, my heart still races.. Is it because I'm still so freaken shy being called on still makes me nervous? .__. Yeah cool...&lt;br /&gt;      After that issssssss... gym, which I only have tuesday and thursday.. I don't even know who's in my gym class 'cause I was absent the day we had it last week .__. and uhh.. sooo there's not much to say about that class. After gym isss English :D My teacher's kinda cool. She's like a.. I actually can't really find the words to explain her.. she's kinda hyper but in a good way, and it's not too excessive or anything... plus she reminds me of a teenager who used to be in a rockband or somethinalskdhflkdshf o__o 'cause she has painted dark red nails that are clipped and her hair's curly orange :D but she's not really tall and she wears these weird/cool pumps to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to skip all the other classes in the day because I don't feel they are as important assss NINTH AND TENTH PERIODDDDDD! I love that double period! :D I have Mr. McCarthy who I thought would be something like the singer?? But he looks like Dali o__o which makes me like him even more, and for the past couple of days, he's been letting us doodle and talk in class :D plus the only materials he's making us get is MARKERS! How cool is that.. All my other teachers want so much crap :/ Plus I sit with the awesomest people at my school :D Kinda..  I sit next to Mei who's on the swim team and encouraging me to join 'cause I failed to join last year e___e 'cause I didn't know there was school that day.. And across from Mei is ELLAAAA who's da bomb.. :D and then next to her is Jason who's kind of queer but usually blurry, and has recently developed the ability to scare the shit out of me...&lt;br /&gt;   But I miss you guys the most :/ ROCK BANDLAKHS;LDKFH REBECCAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;I want that jar linda e___e and that BOOOOOOOK I've been trying to prep for the Bio Sat tew.. are we taking it together? :D or maybe not?? I kind of want to take it together.. but that's pretty hard since we go to different schools.. Yeah kewl.. NATALIE HOW COME YOU HAVE AN AP CLASS ALREADY?? HOLY SHIET APPPPPPPPPPPP that's hard..&lt;br /&gt;I'm squinting.. that's not good cya lader!&lt;br /&gt;-clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-7489020270951155995?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7489020270951155995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=7489020270951155995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/7489020270951155995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/7489020270951155995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/skewlllllls-not-out.html' title='SKEWLLLLLL&apos;s not out.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8579950995076592329</id><published>2009-09-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:15:35.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is going to look awkward</title><content type='html'>Because both Clara and Linda's posts were short and Becca doesn't have one at all, and this one will be huge, because I need to talk. Like, TALKK. The reason is because I know no one in my classes. I'm not exaggerating at all. I know Daniel and Kristen in Chemistry and that's about it. I don't count Jamie in my Spanish class because Jamie is always in my Spanish class -.- It feels weird not to talk during school unless it's with the teacher until tenth period when I meet up with Linda. Even then, I have to transition from not talking to talking, and it's not a smooth transition, so sorry Linda, if I seem non-talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just type in a sparknotes version of the three days of school. The first two will be from my diary, so yeah. Feel special guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to sleep really nervous. I don't know why because it's just school, so what's there to be nervous about? My classes are okay, quick overview of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt;: The teacher, Daves, seems really nice and she types out notes and questions that we do for homework and use for studying so extra plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ENG&lt;/span&gt;: I take European Lit, so same teacher all year long. I don't know how I feel about her, Manning. She seems like a blond version of Mrs. Crowe except a harsher grader. Linda has her too, and by instinch I'm going to compare her grades with mine. And mine's going to suck because my essay writing is just horrible in general, and i'm rusty with the creative writing. Fuck English in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;: I eat alone. I don't know anyone with my period lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COMP&lt;/span&gt;: I think, the only class that I don't want. Computers and all are supposed to be fun and this is supposed to be the class that everyone loves but I suck with computers. I've broken enough to know that me and computers are not friends. The teacher, Brooks, is pretty cool, though. Told us he designed one of the earlier web browsers. Impressive, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPAN&lt;/span&gt;: The teacher, Simon, talks fast. In Spanish. I am so doomed. He seems to LOVE participation. And he's Mexican. I love Mexican accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;APWORLD&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know what to think of the teacher, Olivi, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRIG&lt;/span&gt;: The teacher, Fitzgerald, sounds like he's been smoking ever since he was 16. My god, that voice.  So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first day I:&lt;br /&gt;           -was two minutes late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-was yelled at Damesak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                         -almost fell asleep in AP World and Trig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Batman when I left Trig. He was walking toward the escalators, talking to that girl, Pria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first day of gym today. The first thing we're going to do is weight training. FUCK. A good month or so of pure torture. Oh god. I don't know how this is going to end. And I'm the only heavy one in my class so I'll be the one that's like all BLAH. The stuff with the machines, whatever, I can deal with that. Just the weighting in class part. I don't like the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Batman four times today. I'm only counting because, I don't know. It's like my mind is still in Freshman year. And then I had feelings for him, and I still do but not as much, I guess. First, I was with Tong in front of her homeroom and I was going to leave to go to mine, I passed him and he laughed with his friend. I don't know if it was at me, but the turned their heads slightly when I passed them. So maybe they were. Second, I was on the seven to nine escalator, going to Chem after Phys Ed. I saw an orange sweatshirt, eyes moved up, saw blond boy. He recognizes me. "Hey." I smile. "Hi." That's it. Third, I see him walking past my Spanish room when I exit the staircase. Fourth, walking out of Trig, rush to the staircase. I have to leave quickly to meet up with Lucy. I see him at the bottom of the stairs. He's talking to Anna. "You gonna meet up with us later?" I don't hear her response. I'm walking down, not far behind him. I reach the exit and he slows down so I'm past him and I don't know which door he was going to leave so I took the third one from the left. Apparently, he did too so we did the awkward collision thing. I mumbled, "Sorry," and preceded to exit in the fourth from the left and he was behind me, chuckling. I look back, he has stubble on his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my Chemistry teacher. She's uber nice and smiley and I participate in her class so that's good. I really want the get into the work. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to open my locker today but the lock wouldn't pop open so I had to get a replacement. I found out Julie has a locker next to mine and Sany's pretty close too. I guess, picking an isolated random one didn't work out for me. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much in school. Didn't see Batman. Didn't talk except to ask for the bathroom. Then I saw Linda and Tong and Viktoria. We tried to ask for electives but they told us to come back Monday. Tong wanted me to go to Volleyball with her. Linda asked me about cross-country. I don't want to do either. Because both sports are my least favorite of sports. And the ones I do like, I'm bad at so I won't make the team, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on aim. Has been for three hours. He never does that. I can't talk to him. Probably the worst thing. We don't have our semi-witty/funny/awesome conversations anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From those three days, Today was probably the best. I don't know why but Wednesday kind of just sucked. I felt lost, and lonely and just out of place for some reason. I was a freshman all over again. Thursday was worse than Wednesday. If you read that big ass paragraph for that day, I guess you'll know why. And today was awesome because I GOT MY CAMERA. MUAHAHAH. Oh yes. My Canon EOS Rebel Film from 1999 came in the mail and the FedEx dude handed it over to me and I just laughed until I was safe in my room. IT'S HERE. Bhahaha. After this, I'm going to work my butt off to get good grades and hopefully get a dSLR. Nikon D40 I'M COMING FOR YA. Or Canon Xti. I don't know, but whatever. I'M COMING FOR YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY JEEBUS. I read the manual yesterday all 70 pages and my mind hurts. I have no idea how to figure out how to use this goddamn camera. I can't tell until I use it. Tomorrow most likely since it's all rainy and ugly today and I don't want to waste a roll on it. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Flushing with my mom and she bought me two roast pork buns so it's all good. Even though I had to watch David for an hour and a half, running all around the doctor's office. My damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8579950995076592329?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8579950995076592329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8579950995076592329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8579950995076592329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8579950995076592329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-going-to-look-awkward.html' title='this is going to look awkward'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1358109567085252438</id><published>2009-09-11T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:36:50.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feeling sick too</title><content type='html'>ugh. my nose is runny, but maybe that's just cause i just woke up. or something&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pokemon came out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in japanese. wahh wahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really don't feel so good, egh. plus i had a rough start with my english class so AGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehh, nothing exciting happened today, cept for the fact that i know no one and i feel lonely sob sob sob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna do cross country but i'm afraid of the PAIN ZOMG AHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sick linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1358109567085252438?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1358109567085252438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1358109567085252438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1358109567085252438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1358109567085252438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-feeling-sick-too.html' title='i&apos;m feeling sick too'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-870140335384462266</id><published>2009-09-10T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:01:27.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn&amp;Clog :/</title><content type='html'>I got a fever last night.. and I still KIND OF have one today, which is why I missed school and stayed home all day sleeping and eating medicine and whatever happens whenever you're sick. So I have to make this EXTREMELY short because my mom's making me go to sleep and I don't feel so good and I almost forgot to blog and it's kinda late so goodnight. :]&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys all had a really good first three days of school :D if you live in new york and whatever else number of school days you've attended o__o in any other state you are in.. gosh that's a really weird and confusing statement. Seeya guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sick bug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-870140335384462266?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/870140335384462266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=870140335384462266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/870140335384462266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/870140335384462266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/burn.html' title='Burn&amp;Clog :/'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3911140753286771335</id><published>2009-09-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:38:19.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so this will be really rushed</title><content type='html'>As we speak I am rushing to get my locker thing printed along with a lot of Lucy's homework. And climbing in that small area hurts a lot. Stupid USB port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home around seven. Ate until eight. My mom said I had to pack Angel's stuff. So I did that and had to sharpen 48 pencils. I read to Angel and David but David was going crazy from the rock music on the radio. Then there was a lot of yelling and now my head hurts. So then I finished, bought the stuff to her room, ran downstairs. Edited my photo, uploaded, wrote description. Checked everyone's photos, commented, faved, all that jazz. IMed you guys on AIM. Now I'm printing. My head really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fun I guess. I woke up because the conEdison guy had to check the meter. Brushed teeth, made breakfast for the kiddies, watched some PBS Kids until Kevin came. Then Becca came and Angel and David went crazy. And I don't know what happened but David got his hand burned from friction or bruised. It's kind of in the middle of red and purple. Then Kevin ran out of the house. Curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make him happy I had to play ball with him and so did Becca. It tired her out. Finally, my mom came home and gave me six dumplings. I gave three to Becca, who stupidly, got the oil all over her hand, trying to wipe it on leaves, trees, poles. She smelled like dumplings D: Then we got to Clara's and I was all "LET'S GO TAKE MAH PICTUREEE" and she was all "noooooo until Linda comes!" So I tricked her into going down by asking for watah. And then I got all upside down on her awesome red couch and they watched me and it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went upstairs for about five-seven minutes and heard Linda come up. Then I don't know what we did. We kind of put clay on those hands and OFF TO THE PARK. It was weird. Those shrills. My ears. Clara, you didn't trust them with Princess, did you? It was a bit funny that they were holding them while there was poo on her bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting sick from motion and smell of nasty metal, we went home when we saw Melissa and Yancy. . . . You know, how that went ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chilled in the living room then. I basically ate the bag of nuggets. We talked about random things because that's the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to play goddamn DDR but Becca got all lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go shower soon. Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARA: You should get your printer figured out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBECCA: Return that goddamn book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINDA: You better be going to Stuy &gt;:[]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GOOD FIRST DAY GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with LOTS of LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Natalieeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3911140753286771335?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3911140753286771335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3911140753286771335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3911140753286771335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3911140753286771335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-this-will-be-really-rushed.html' title='so this will be really rushed'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2268413994348441193</id><published>2009-09-08T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:26:09.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assuming we have privacy</title><content type='html'>which i can never assume. because i'm a cool person and i decided to not take anymore risks. other than poker. and guessing. and alright i guess i like risks, just not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother told me a trick about poker, if the pot odds are in your favor, as in most of the players are in, so like your bet of $100 has a potential of winning all of the 9 other player's total of $900, and you have, say a 1 out of 5 chance of winning, if you take your chances every time, you win over 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because now i want to get pro at poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i guess i'll discuss this with you guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only am i getting my pre-nups, which is pretty depressing, i'm getting my schedule, and hopefully a locker of those mother-&lt;br /&gt;administration people can get it straight. if not, hey becca :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book i'm reading isn't a fiction book. imagine one of your dec speeches natalie, and imagine that longer, and more humour, and in a black book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luke left for college and left me his WoW account for a week. i'm gonna.. not get much done this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna end of it with a good note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOWEL MOVEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;-lin dacai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2268413994348441193?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2268413994348441193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2268413994348441193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2268413994348441193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2268413994348441193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/assuming-we-have-privacy.html' title='assuming we have privacy'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5945190153272908739</id><published>2009-09-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:22:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday.</title><content type='html'>today was sunday but iit actually felt like a monday. School is in 2 days. T_________T i'm going to miss summer terribly. &lt;div&gt;i went to my mom's friend's house today. i fell in love with the house. the coloring matched. everything matched. it's modern. when you first see the house from outside it doesn't look like much. inside the house is like &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;i envy the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after going to the house we went to eat with her, her stepson,my parents and anita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the food tasted really bad compared to the other times we went there. it was salty and barely had any food. the prices rose too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we went back to her house and we talked and talked and talked until we left at 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day went by pretty quickly and happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that was my dayyyyyy. i'm really tired so i'm going to go to sleep or something. X_________x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5945190153272908739?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5945190153272908739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5945190153272908739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5945190153272908739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5945190153272908739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday.html' title='sunday.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8378825033637611055</id><published>2009-09-05T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:50:22.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWN</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired today .-. I had to wake up for my nine thirty to twelve thirty art class, and then I had to go to SAT prep class.. and I'm just so tired. Oh man the place my mom's sending me to is so hard :[ I got five packets of homework today.. and I even stayed two hours after class to ask a TA.. who's younger than me and is going to Stuyvesant next year .___. to help me.. but she didn't do much so I had to ask this college student for help. And and when we were reviewing the hw today :/ the teacher went so fast I could barely see what she was writing/ talking about.&lt;br /&gt;   Things have been going pretty down hill today.. First off in art class, I rushed to class so I barely brought any oil paints to work on that freaky four headed painting of me so I pretty much wasted an hour doing nothing.. and I didn't even take pictures to send her so that she could critique them :/ Then mom rush-drove me to SAT class.. which was cramped and small and I didn't understand what my teachers were saying :[.. My cell phone rang towards the end of English class and my teacher freaked out.. and she almost took it .-. Someone's phone also rang after mine.. and my teacher blew up. After that.. I went to go see Mom at her facial massage place and I fell asleep doing hw.&lt;br /&gt;  And nowwww I'm at home :/ trying to figure out how to put a password on my wifi.. and it's hot, and Mom doesn't want me blogging because she says it's a waste of time, and I have Chinese harp lessons tomorrow along with dance lessons.. .__. This school year's not going to be fun at allllllllll. Our wifi isn't even working :/ so my iTouch's pretty useless now.. -sigh-.. It's hot and yucky in my room and I can't solve this math problem where a circle and a semi circle have the same area.. and the radius of one circle is 1.. and they're asking me for the radius of the other circle. Which I can't figure out 'cause I want to fix my wifi but they all tell me about linksys.. while I have NetGear or something like that.. and wifi cards! what are those things!!!! :[..&lt;br /&gt;  I don't think we can go up to the roof the day before school starts.. it's pretty yucky up there. One of the chairs have gotten pretty rusty and the plates/cups/plastic stuff we left up there got nasty too. Plus some parts of the roof thing on the house got ripped because of Hurricane Bill that passed by not to long ago. But we can go up there for a little bit i suppose, I've been going up to look at the moon these last couple of days. Hasn't it been really bright? D: Today it's pretty yellow.&lt;br /&gt;   My computer's all messed up and I saw that Staples had an AD for tuning computers for free, so I've been thinking about sending our computer.. it's been acting weird lately :/ Just today, I tried turning it on, but it stayed on the Compaq page.. and it kept making weird noises so I had to restart it.. and it's slow now:/ and I think it's because we DON'T HAVE A PASSWORD on our wifi .___. I'm so tired and sad and mad and and and whatever today.&lt;br /&gt;   Hey Nat.. I don't really know what's happening the first week of school, I just know that on the first day I have to be at school by nine soooo.. I guess Friday's cool. I'll uh say that there's not much by my school, except for an expensive cafe in Julliard and a Starbucks.. sometimes the Farmer's Market sticks around until the evening, but other than that:/ nuthing.&lt;br /&gt;  Went to eat dinner with my dad and sister yesterday because she was leaving for college, which she should be at by now. She gave me a pair of pants she couldn't fit into... and I gave her a card that said Happy Birthday on it.. My dad has a lot of white hair and he cut it too, like the young Asian kids nowadays with the spiky hair in the front. He looks really weird with it o__o&lt;br /&gt;  So now there's this weird moth flying aimlessly around in my room and I have so many mosquito bites :/ I read an article about what mosquitoes prefer in a human (the smellllll that floats off them) and it said that mosquitoes like to bite more stressed out people because their blood has more proteins in it because of all the hormones/other things in your blood :D&lt;br /&gt;  I actually feel better now o__o I enabled the wifi password thing so now you guys needa password when you're on my iPod :D for the internet that is. Hopefully my internet/computer won't be so weird and awkward when I use it. I almost cried two minutes ago 'cause I was stressing out about all this stupid hw I have to do and all these other things I have to do. But now I feel better because I enabled the password stuff for my wifi (haha to you suckers who steal my wifi &gt;:D) and uhh I figured out a whole page of math problems without help :F Let's go swimming doods! But Flushing is a moron because they make EVERYONE get a card :/ sooo.. I don't think becca+linda can go.. unless we somehow get them cards under my mom's name? or someone else's mom..&lt;br /&gt;  Oh yeah! You guys know that temple in Flushing?? The woman statue Buddha thingg that sits in between the two men with the fans, it's her birthday today :D at around eleven, which is where Mom's going and I'm not because of my stupid hw. There were so many pretty things that we saw when we went in. There was a lot of paper money, the "imaginary money" for dead people that they burn so that the people in Nirvana or something.. can get it. They also write names inside the money so that they'll know who's money it is when it gets sent up there by being burned. I find that a weird way to send money.. burning o___o Weeeeellllthat'stheendofmypostfertoday'causeI'mtiredandangryandandand:/kewl&lt;br /&gt;-carla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8378825033637611055?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8378825033637611055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8378825033637611055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8378825033637611055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8378825033637611055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/yawn.html' title='YAWN'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5711200973002276764</id><published>2009-09-04T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:47:35.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my speakers don't work</title><content type='html'>So I'm stuck with listening to Lucy's music. Blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired as of right now. I finished all the things I needed to do today so I guess I'll find something else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECCA : You have the camera next. And yes let's go to Clara's roof on the eighth! If she'll let us :D Then she can give you the camera then. And when you walk home from school, you can give it to Linda, when it's her turn. And Linda can give it to me when it's my turn. That sounds most reasonable, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARA : Holy shit, how did you swim 17 laps. You're like Superwoman. I want to try that though. You've got me all motivated and shit. And can we go over to yo house ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINDA : That book sounds interesting. Tell me about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was weird. I woke up around seven because this person was calling me with a withheld number at seven in the morning and I went to sleep at one and I need ten hours of sleep so I was not happy. And then they called three times. First I thought it was Kevin, because he forgets to switch the option of hiding your number sometimes. Then I thought it'd be Viktoria. And I got pissed. STOP CALLING ME. I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad woke up me up at nine and I was still sleepy so I went back to sleep. And he yelled for me to go downstairs. I went downstairs and I told him that I was still sleepy because someone called me at seven. And my voice was groggy because I just woke up. I guess my mom thought I was about to cry or whatever, even though I don't know why, so she told me that I should just go kill myself. And I told her that what if I did, and ran back upstairs to sleep. I got out of bed only because I had photoshoots planned for David and Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ate and took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SqF6uLKYw1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_WyglR0bbyo/s1600-h/150.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SqF6uLKYw1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_WyglR0bbyo/s320/150.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377714363746009938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my hair is awesome. And I totally own in this photography thing, that's sarcasm by the way. Then I took David's "Indie Boy" photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SqF7Fx8_2TI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zVB2OpXWgMI/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SqF7Fx8_2TI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zVB2OpXWgMI/s320/2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377714769295825202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rebecca, those are the glasses I was making yesterday .... this early morning. So big for him x_o. Then I took Angel's "Death of a Fairy" photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SqF7jM5NxEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S6rxqdTEB3g/s1600-h/4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SqF7jM5NxEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/S6rxqdTEB3g/s320/4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377715274743923778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made wings for her out of cardboard and painted it with watercolor and taped it with scotch tape. I'm a cool sister. I have some with the disposable camera that my aunt gave me, so I have to wait to see how those came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, that reminds me. My aunt sells disposables in her store so I might get it cheap every month for three dollars instead of us chipping in to buy an ten dollar one. I have to see how the photos come out first, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first week of school, I have special schedule, meaning I get out at like two twenty. On Wednesday, there's Sophomore Orientation, which is probably useless, but I like to stay anyways. I'm strange in that sense. Then on Thursday, I have to go to Flushing and meet up with my sister because she wants to show me a haunted house and I have to the film developed. So on Friday, I'm thinking I go uptown and visit you CLARA :D Can I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me today. I have to start PSAT prep x_o .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5711200973002276764?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5711200973002276764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5711200973002276764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5711200973002276764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5711200973002276764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-speakers-dont-work.html' title='my speakers don&apos;t work'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SqF6uLKYw1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_WyglR0bbyo/s72-c/150.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4100293530568514309</id><published>2009-09-04T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:21:39.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no. woo hoo</title><content type='html'>my brother's coming back. i think this is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news, i don't feel like capitalizing. good idea? we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to comedy lately, and it's like&lt;br /&gt;... most of the time funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then most of the time it's like "WTF?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in no way, is there a situation where you would be in a pet store with two girlfriends. i don't know. i just. don't. know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was on reddit again, and there was this girl, she lived with her boyfriend in his dorm of two other guys. she was saying how while the other two guys were pretty standoffish, they played wow and rarely came out, they gave her a lot of shit. like made fun of her, in the light teasing way, and she had to hold her own ground, and was asking for advice of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like "DUMP THA GUY" and she said the guy had done nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;and there were more tidbits, but i thought it was kinda funny some wow players made fun of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freshman orientation was today eh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also reading this book, everything bad is good for you&lt;br /&gt;it's like&lt;br /&gt;pwnsome&lt;br /&gt;and also the first book i've read in like months&lt;br /&gt;so i'll get back to you..when i finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-linda "the laser" cai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4100293530568514309?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4100293530568514309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4100293530568514309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4100293530568514309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4100293530568514309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no-woo-hoo.html' title='oh no. woo hoo'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5639720479579195118</id><published>2009-09-02T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:53:16.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carter hulsey</title><content type='html'>carter hulsey is what i'm listening to todayy. his songs are peaceful.&lt;div&gt;SCHOOL IS IN 7 DAYS. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. i can't sleep in anymore. must study the sat 2 when school starts. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LINDA : IF YOU DON'T BLOG THIS TIME -________- .......JUST BLOG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my computer adapter charger thing broke. GAY. i bought the wrong charger for my laptop though. X________x so i might have to spend another 10 dollars on this stupid thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who's getting the camera next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i say the day before school starts, we should hang again. BECAUSE we might not hang out that often anymore. right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of school i should get a binder and some school supplies.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what to write...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O_____O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i should find a new favorite song =].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this school year. i promise to participate in class. well i hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;participating is stupid though. i still need to participate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it's new years i think i'm going to try to do a 100 resolutions? if there is that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom wants me to be an accountant. she says it's a stable job. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got married! (variety show).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5639720479579195118?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5639720479579195118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5639720479579195118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5639720479579195118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5639720479579195118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/carter-hulsey.html' title='carter hulsey'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5886618393130038201</id><published>2009-09-01T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:29:41.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice Will Preva- *smack* :/</title><content type='html'>I'm sort of reading manga and eating a yam while I'm writing this post :D&lt;br /&gt;I missed my last blog too!! wooo~ I should try and stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Gary's birthday, and even though Natalie pretty much summed it up in a sentence or two, I really feel like it wasn't his birthday since Jamie seemed more like the guy who was hosting it :/ Sorry if you're reading this mr. belated birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY WAS THE BESTSWEEETOVERLOADDAYOFMYLIFE:D I'm also kind of painting my nails too :D My nails have grown pretty long.. and it gives me a nostalgic feeling whenever I paint long fingernails. But I should focus on what happened today, 'cause it's almost never my turn to post when then four of us go out together or hang out. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today at around six, and thinking that it was too early, I decided to go back to sleep. The next time I woke up, the tenant from the porch was shaking me and telling me that mah buddies were downstairs looking for me. At that point, I was somewhat lying in an odd position on my mom's bed o-o I sleep with my mom during the summer btw, saves AC usage :D&lt;br /&gt;So um anyway, Linda, Natalie and Rebecca came into my mom's room and I was trying to wake up. I got dressed, ate some Russian salad that my mom made, and then we set out to Flushinggg! There wasn't anything really interesting that happened in that time period.. so I'm not going to explain every little detail that occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Flushing, we took the subway to go to Manhattan so that Natalie could take a picture of her principal for her school newspaper. While we were riding the train, I pulled outttt.... my math hw!! wohoo :/ In their attempt to solve the math problems I didn't understand, we shifted from one side of the subway cart to the other 'cause there weren't any seats and we needed to lean against the door andddd the platform would change from side to side sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;From doing all those problems, 42nd street seemed to arrive really fast. We got off, and then we took another train to get to Stuyvesant 'cause of Nat's project and Linda wanted to get her locker. When we got there, there was a huge crowd in front of the door by the bridge because people from the second group for Camp Stuy were entering, so we waited until they all went in, then we went in. Right at the entrance, Nat got to take a picture of the principal, he has a really weird name F:. So uhh after that, we went to go figure out the locker beezwax with Linda, and we learned that Stuy erased her from the database o___o scaryy. I'm not completely happened after that because we were just sitting around on a bench near someone's office in Stuy.. and Becca and I played Tap Tap andd then I played cooking mama while nat and becca played tap tap. Tap Tap Revolution is such a good game :D Even though it's somewhat slow sometimes, and sometimes some weird glitches occur when you try to change the volume.&lt;br /&gt;I got hungry from waiting so long for the woman who was going to help Linda figure everything out, so right after whatever happened with that, I got some bread from Jamba Juice :D It tasted so disappointing compared to the last time I had it:/ Please don't buy their juice.. STYROFOAM IS NOT GOOOOOOD DON'T BUY IT! :[ it won't degrade.. meaning it won't decompose like fruits or plastic or food or paper or .. whatever else degrades.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we completed the second part of going with Nat to finish her project which wassssss... COLDSTONE ICE CREAMERASYFD;ASKLDHFLKH :D It's really good stuff! Even if it is a little melted after they mess around with your ice cream so that you get what you want. Times Square is really busy o___o and there are so many advertisements.. THEY'RE HUGEE I feel like such an un-New Yorker because I've never gone to see a Broadway show, and I've never really been to Manhattan until my high school auditions... Even then I was in a car the whole time until I was in front of the school.&lt;br /&gt;We went in, and wow o___o DELICIOUS HEAVEN! :D Eureka! I got my chocolate ice cream mixed with caramel and Oreo goodness while Rebecca got some Peanut Butter thingambob that was a specialty or something.. but she got I love :/ not a very good idea. I got I like because.. well I don't know why, but it was a good choice :D Linda got a smootie with all these berries in it that made it REALLYYYYY sour.. but it was a good choice too. Natalie got some cheesecake ice cream with.. was it Reese's cups? and I think that was it. :D&lt;br /&gt;At the cashier, I donated two dollars to Make a Wish Foundation :D yayyy I got to write on a mini poster thing with my name and Nat did too!~&lt;br /&gt;After maybe five minutes standing outside of Coldstone, our ice cream got too sweet :/ Well Nat's didn't but Becca and mine got.. e___e unbearably sweet  !!!alksdhf;laskdh;lfkh it was like a sweet bomb that blew up in your mouth and got absorbed into your bloodstream and brain.. and nerves and every friggen cell of your body!!!! But I finally finished mine while we were walking to Toys R Us while Rebecca, who ordered a MEDIUM, was dying :D&lt;br /&gt;Lololol~ We went into Toys R Us and we got our picture taken :D but when the guy gave us our ticket to go check out our pictures.. we couldn't find the photo pick-up place. Instead, we just kind of randomly walked around the building looking at all the cool stuff they had there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's kind of yelling at me because I have to go finish that charcoal picture with the distorted faces (you know guysssss *nudge nudge*) :D and I have to go eat dinner as well.&lt;br /&gt;So seeya guys :f and I hope I made a satisfying victory with my really long post aboutWHAT HAPPENED TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie smacked me on my forehead today when a mosquito landed there :D and they she patted my cheek 'cause there was another one there two minutes later. Hope that made your day 'cause it made my day~&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU LADER DOOODS&lt;br /&gt;-clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5886618393130038201?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5886618393130038201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5886618393130038201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5886618393130038201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5886618393130038201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/justice-will-preva-smack.html' title='Justice Will Preva- *smack* :/'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1890864664578216505</id><published>2009-08-31T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:50:47.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so you can still see my other post</title><content type='html'>It's right under Rebecca's. Mmh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Gary's birthday and I left early because really, I'm tired. I was bored, and it was a waste of time, and twenty bucks. Harsh? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm freaking out about this Teitel thing for no effin reason because a few minutes to take a photo can't piss him off that much right? And it's not like they're not going to use it if they don't like it. There's no back-up person or whatever. I'm just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's the first day of September, that means we are going to start the photo thing. Clara will be first because she volunteered to be the first person who takes only six photos. I'll give it to you tomorrow, Clara. Then after the seventh day, you give it to the next person (we'll decide that tomorrow) on the eighth. But the rule is it has to be twelve or before. You can give it to the next person at the end of your seventh day. It's flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developing photos is around 8 bucks, but that's only if you want one copy of the photo. And that's at this place in Flushing. My mom says it costs more at CVS, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fun begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1890864664578216505?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1890864664578216505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1890864664578216505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1890864664578216505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1890864664578216505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-you-can-still-see-my-other-post.html' title='so you can still see my other post'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4531734545935925251</id><published>2009-08-29T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:11:38.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what did i do today?</title><content type='html'>what did i do today? i ask myself that question today.&lt;div&gt;Today i tried to play a song on my keyboard.I failed :P. it's okay though. When i was looking at the sheet music i was like how in the world am i going to play that? O__________o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, on tuesday we are meeting up again =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anita's still refuses to practice putting on her contacts When school starts she is screwed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else. There's not much to say today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to this song: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPGZAxNgVlQ&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=E8C7347FE2FFF039"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPGZAxNgVlQ&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=E8C7347FE2FFF039&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a pretty awesome soulful song? pretty peaceful i'll say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song is sung by an australian O_O. It doesn't really sound like it. Nowadays you don't hear this kind of music on the radio. The people on the radio can't even sing live.....Oh and all you hear is americans singing. There's barely any other songs by any other countries that speak english that gets popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOO, almost 100th day of posting right? we should mark the 90th post. WHICH IS THE ONE I AM CURRENTLY WRITING. how awesome. 3 months doesn't seem alot but it's a record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i want a fedora hat so random but i want one. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to start saving up money before... i'm completely broke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2 and i have to wake up at 9:30 tomorrow to go dim sum with my mom and dadd. It's weird i call my dad "a ba" (chinese for saying dad) and i call my mom mom. Maybe i find it weird when i call my grandma ma and if i call my mom ma (it's pronounced differently), i'll probably get confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh. whatever. This is rebecca done reporting to you. See you in 98 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4531734545935925251?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4531734545935925251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4531734545935925251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4531734545935925251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4531734545935925251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-did-i-do-today.html' title='what did i do today?'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3547860526118229866</id><published>2009-08-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:59:27.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to name my kid Kennedy</title><content type='html'>Because it's unisex and it sounds so pretty. Kennedy Fang. I likeee. My dad likes too. Lucy laughed. She's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did for most of today. I woke up at nine, went back to sleep to wake up at 10:30. Got some food and went to the basement to watch two hours of T.V. with Lucy. Then I went on the computer and did random stuff for three or so hours and then I watched cartoons with David and Angel until I had to leave to go to Becca's. Then we went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen laps. Thirty times back and forth. My calves still hurt. I am going to have a spasm today. Oh joyy. Stupid Becca. Cheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures for Angel's project came out nice. I like the tones the camera gives a picture, but four photos didn't come out. So beware of that when we do our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been avoiding a lot of people this week. It is kind of fun actually. It all started when I was just sitting back reading a book while Angel and David were staring at my computer screen like mindless zombies and my phone rang. It was like _____ CALLING. And I was like HAHA IGNORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ______ called. And then _________ IMed. And then ______IMed. And then _____ IMed. And then _____ Facebooked. But HAHAHA. I don't feel like hanging out with people that much during the summer. And it's so close to school too. It's like, wait a couple of fucking days. Summer = Family Time. Why don't people understand that? I spend nine months or so in school for most of my day with these people. Why cannot I not have peace with my goddamn family in my goddamn house. It's like I don't have to deal with them for a long period of time. YOU SEE ME ENOUGH TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'mnottalkingaboutyouguys. iloveyouguys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch T.V. so I'll leave it short for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3547860526118229866?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3547860526118229866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3547860526118229866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3547860526118229866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3547860526118229866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-going-to-name-my-kid-kennedy.html' title='I am going to name my kid Kennedy'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3883317340011351727</id><published>2009-08-27T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:27:59.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in limbo</title><content type='html'>So I'm still not sure whether or not I'm going to Stuy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good news eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called them, and they said they would have a seat for me, and now I can't have a awesome locker in pwnsome location. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving ONWARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke's leaving for college this week, and now I won't have a brother to tell me why pizza is circular D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my blogs are now in short sentences. I find that cool and awesome, so no need to praise me anymore than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, a new follower of reddit and digg, and now I seem to be like, two hours ahead of sxephil, if there's something in his video I would normally find funny, I realize I saw the exact same thing on reddit, and it's like "So THAT'S where he gets all his news?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read Slaughterhouse 5. Luke says it'll mess with my mind if I'm not in a classroom setting, and I have to be in college level, at LEAST, because he still loses sleep over it, so I'm getting my mind prepped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of sophmore year.&lt;br /&gt;Wincing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3883317340011351727?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3883317340011351727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3883317340011351727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3883317340011351727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3883317340011351727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-limbo.html' title='in limbo'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6069200680769997148</id><published>2009-08-25T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:11:31.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO it's me</title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;div&gt;i am frustrated at buring dvds &gt;.&gt; whenever i burned the disc and i tried to play it on the dvd, THE IMAGE DOESN'T SHOW UP. I wasted about 3 discs already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My internet broke on saturday and sunday. i wanted to watch drama so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what to write....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. anita still can't put in her contacts. I never thought it would be that hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since i came back from australia i've been listening to hamish and andy 's podcast. They are currently caravaning across america X________x. They named their van abravan lincoln O_O. i wonder how it's going to turn out.  =] Listening to their podcast usually makes me laugh. They are pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DRAMA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meteor shower . Ever heard of meteor garden ? :P It's like f4 but it has its differences and similarities. So far i like it. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys in there may look.... not as cute as the other dramas but they grow on you . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still studying for sat 2 but the material in the book doesn't get memorized by my brain. Instead it's hurts my brain. I'm reading the barrons book but should i just take the practice test and learn from them? Eh. i'm confused on what i should do. I think i'll take the test in november. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also trying to volunteer at the north shore hospital in manhasset. They need me to give a form for my guidance conselor to sign. How annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom's trying to make me volunteer at the library too. RAWR. I really want to volunteer at the hospital more. Even though it is mostly full of sick people. I think i can handle it. right? =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When school starts, i'm going to miss watching drama, and being carefree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my writing is pretty random. I just keep on typing whatever that comes into my head O_________o. I think it gets confusing and choppy sometimes but who cares it's not being graded or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2 in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INTERESTING FACT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new nephew O_O. Yes another one . i have 6 nephews and one niece. WHERE ARE THE FREAKING GIRLS. x__________X Isn't that a lot ? there is going to be 3 more on the way. Here's the story. i was an aunt before i was born. It's complicated &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS SCHOOL YEAR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This school year i'm going to go try fencing. ^__________^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i bid farewell to you people for today see you in four days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6069200680769997148?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6069200680769997148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6069200680769997148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6069200680769997148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6069200680769997148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-its-me.html' title='HELLO it&apos;s me'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4291843363171420020</id><published>2009-08-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:59:32.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance.. Rev-akshdlkfhs .-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dance class.. again.. today .=.&lt;br /&gt;I wore my plaid shirt today and it was comfy :D except it was kind of warm outside so i got warm.. too..&lt;br /&gt;We were doing this really fast chacha dance today :/ and I could barely keep up at the end when you do this "New York" move... But my dance teacher says I'm catching on really fast and I'm doing well :D Except I don't feel that way. See I'm fifteen.. but I hope up this front when I meet new people that makes me look like I'm twelve or something younger, and it annoys the hell out of me, but I can't help it. Sometimes, it isn't there when I meet new people but it's always there lingering. :/ alskdhflksdhf&lt;br /&gt;I get so annoyed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh soo I've been watching quite a lot of movies these days, and my eyesight has gone beyond DOWNNNN in fact, right while I'm typing this, the words on the screen are blurry even though I'm sitting pretty close to the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Wanted, The Other Boleyn Girl, Breach, Horton Hears a Who?, Jumper, and some other random movies :D&lt;br /&gt;Boy there are so many I want to watch!! I must say tho, it hurts your eyesight :/ and that sucks. But the thing is, the movies that come out nowadays are.. pretty good but I really hate it when they make a movie out of a book, unless it's like LASKDHLKHAWESOMEEBADDASSSNESSS&lt;br /&gt;like the recent Harry Potter movie. :D 'cause I will say that is SO FREAKNSLDKHF OAWEKSDKFHASAWEOSMDEKDKLASH 'cause it is. But then, every other movie that's been made or adapted or based  on or whatever else there is on a book.. just sucks. Why can't they just keep making new ideas and stuff like that. I mean, isn't that what the point of being a director/movie maker is about? developing a new idea and new sight into the world that the director sees? to like.. see something different through his/her eyes! I don't know where I'm going with this.. but my point is that they should stop making movies about books!! 'cause for one.. it wastes money, and most people that read the book get disappointed when they see the movie :/ so it's pretty much just a waste of time, money, and happiness. no one likes to waste that~&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah psstt NLR! You better know who you are e__e Since my letter isn't included in that.. I'm not sure what the order is.. but anyway! I'm almost done with my picture from art class at the korean place so I can FINALLY show you guys :D but I can't put it up here..&lt;br /&gt;And uhh When I was at Interlochen, there was this visiting artist that was a professional painter! She's really cool and she paints REALLYYYY well, it's pretty shocking. But the subjects she paints is what's really interesting. Her name's Laurrie Hogin. Lol when I first saw her walk into the room, I poked my friend and I was like xD "hey hey loooooook she has really big muscles, a leather jacket, jeans, and black boots, and her last name's hogin!"&lt;br /&gt;We just kind of laughed at that :F But I was really shocked when I saw some of her paintings.. AMAZING! yeah I just wanted to spread the news about her :F She's not that new tho.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have an ant colony?? I want to start one.. but whenever I see an ant I almost involuntarily try to squish it.. if it's in the house. Outside, I just kind of walk past. But I kind of need a jar.. LINDA LINDALSKDHFLASDLINDA I need that jar :D even though it's small. I squashed some ants that I found in the kitchen today.. there were like five but only three were still squirming when I was done stomping on them. I kind of picked them up and put them in the pot outside our back door and watched them squirm around until mom came down so that I could go get my book from the library. One of them was going around in circles and it was pretty cool :D The other two were kind of just squirming 'cause I think I squished them so many times that most of their legs were broken.. I'm so cruel to ants :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh.. mentioning cruelty to bugs.. there was this big mosquito looking spider thing that was flying around in my room yesterday. So I was pretty annoyed 'cause I was watching Horton Hears a Who? and it was making this really annoying buzzing sound, so I sprayed it with OFF! A couple of times and then it came down and I stomped on it once or twice :D&lt;br /&gt;Lawl.. before I end this, I just wanna say IM SORRY THIS IS SO FREAKEN LONG..&lt;br /&gt;go watch Horton Hears a Who :D It's so funny! I love when the monkeys throw this huge ball of bananas tied up and it's like the Matrix, except Horton starts saying all these things in a funny voice :D GO WATCH IT NAO!&lt;br /&gt;-Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4291843363171420020?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4291843363171420020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4291843363171420020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4291843363171420020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4291843363171420020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-dance-rev-akshdlkfhs.html' title='Dance Dance.. Rev-akshdlkfhs .-.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8442127541282432340</id><published>2009-08-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:37:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow nails and white memories</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what's with the title. Don't ask. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot it was my day. I went to sleep after watching the best tv show on Food Network ever. And then I was thinking over today and remembered Clara talking about the blog and it was all "shiiiit, today's my day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something shitty happened to our plumbing so it smells like fire. And then air freshener covering the fire, which doesn't smell all that good. And my dad and sister kept telling me to go smell every room in the house to see where it was coming from. And I stood there staring at them. Really? They had to ask me? I am the one with the messed up nose. It's like the lost their minds =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH CLARA. We should go on your roooooof. And eat chocolate which I really want because chocolate has not been in my stomach for a while except for in ice cream . . . and pudding. But not hardcore, pure candybar chocolate :D And the two photos you put up. I like the blender. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BECCA. I decided not to go to the zoo because it'd cost around 10 dollars to pay for David, Angel, and me. I know it's not much but my dad's not giving me more money for when I go to the city with my sister next week, so gotta save up. You can come with us to the Botanical Garden, I have to figure out how much that costs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LINDA. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fun except I bought only one flipping shirt that my mom says is going to be itchy. But it's cotton. So it won't be. Suck on that. We didn't really talk too much today, but we have other days. Angel was a buttface. It's weird how different she acts when she's at home and when she's out. And even how different she acts when she's out with me only, to how she's out with other people. A girl her age should not have that many sides to her &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want those purple pantyhose nowww.&lt;br /&gt;And another plaid ... plaaaaid ... paaaaayeeed shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a brownie. I really want a brownie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have watched Food Network. Makes me all hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else really happened. Except I went on Flickr and this girl, Trang, told me she wrote me a testimonial and when I checked it I found out I got three, so that's a total of five. I'm so happy ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should read.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Because I finished the Perks of a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else seems worthy of being read at this point.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even the best book I've read.&lt;br /&gt;But something about it. There's just something that makes you want to love it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this pissed me off.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SpC4vAKbGNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8XtKunhtpdc/s1600-h/tumblr_korqyziE6q1qzgevbo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SpC4vAKbGNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8XtKunhtpdc/s320/tumblr_korqyziE6q1qzgevbo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372997473090083026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fact that he doesn't like the book doesn't really piss me off. The book isn't one that will please everyone but the fact that he loses respect. It's seems like such a minute detail in someone's character to judge completely on how much they deserve respect. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8442127541282432340?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8442127541282432340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8442127541282432340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8442127541282432340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8442127541282432340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/yellow-nails-and-white-memories.html' title='yellow nails and white memories'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SpC4vAKbGNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8XtKunhtpdc/s72-c/tumblr_korqyziE6q1qzgevbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6778452876450930692</id><published>2009-08-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:01:16.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops :/</title><content type='html'>I think this is the first time I've missed my day.. crap.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! Yesterday was a busy day out in Flushing with my ma. She kept taking me somewhere so that I wouldn't be at home on the computer.. playing games.  The funny thing is I got home.. and it was 11, I ate dinner, and then I watched some dramas with my mom until 2am.. she fell asleep but I kept on going until her mini laptop ran out of batteries. It just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slipped my mind. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhhh my paintings from Interlochen came yesterday, in a VERY large box.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many packing peanuts :D Even though I hate Styrofoam, it was pretty fun playing around with them. My mom and I were trying to take out my largest painting, and all the packing peanuts flew all over the living room floor in the process. When we finished unpacking all three of my paintings, I just kind of played around with the styrofoam while mom watched her drama. xD it w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/So7ssRC0OUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/emoxPSK_X-Y/s1600-h/P8193501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/So7ssRC0OUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/emoxPSK_X-Y/s320/P8193501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372491650733193538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as like playing around in the snow, except dry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/So7rqMfcaPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-vZUg19SPos/s1600-h/P8193493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/So7rqMfcaPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-vZUg19SPos/s320/P8193493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372490515639724274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is hard putting up pictures here e__e&lt;br /&gt;so uhh I played around in the styrofoam, throwing it up in the air and watching them fall. They make a weird sound when they hit the ground.. it's like ice or glass/ hollow sound.. It's really cool :D I even threw some styrofoam at princess to see what she'd do with it.. and she just kind of barked at me then she ignored me :/..&lt;br /&gt; I saved a whole bag of the styrofoam so that maybe WEEE could play around with it in the future! Even though the bag I saved is packed full, the whole box had A TONNNNNN of styrofoam in it.. but mom threw it all away :/&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo today's hot.. just like yesterday.. mom's making me go swimming every day .__. cause she wants to lose weight and she feels lonely when she swims by herself.. I'm sick and tired of going swimming everyday 'cause she swims so slowly, and my thigh muscles hurt from doing breaststroke everyday. :[ Someone go swimming with me! but only lap swim..&lt;br /&gt;Where's becca and linda on wonderking .-. i was on yesterday, but no one was on.. so i signed off... laskhlskdh i don't know what to write about.. my grandma gave me two bags of chocolate! one of hershey kisses and one of hershey nuggets that are milk chocolate with almonds. who wantts? :D it's wayyy to much chocolate for my system.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been up to the roof top in a while :/ The last time I went up was the night of the "meteor shower", which I didn't say any of.. The funky thing about up there is that you can almost see a lot of stars at night o___o Which surprises me because we aren't really supposed to see any stars at all because of light pollution. But anyway, they're pretty bright..&lt;br /&gt;Ramble Ramble Ramble.ramble ramblelakhslfkahf..&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Peter and the Shadow Thieves :F cya guys&lt;br /&gt;-clulu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6778452876450930692?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6778452876450930692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6778452876450930692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6778452876450930692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6778452876450930692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoops.html' title='Whoops :/'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/So7ssRC0OUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/emoxPSK_X-Y/s72-c/P8193501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6959088137332076849</id><published>2009-08-19T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:50:45.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>row row, row my boat.</title><content type='html'>So I overslept today, and they, THEY. Woke me up. Well those two hours of sleep were worth it. I swear that was my only juice for the entire day other than my skin covered with sweat. SWEAT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really bad today because I messed up most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. I liked the boat part. Even if I didn't have a life jacket. Cause rowing a boat is just that cool. PLUS, Y'KNOW, IT'S PRETTY UNIQUE EXPERIENCE WITH A FOURGASM. It was mostly couples there, and then there was us. We were the best ones there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FOUGHT THE LAW, AND THE LAW WON. AND THEN I HAD TO PAY TRIPLE THE LAW, WHICH IS WHAT I DESERVED. ANYWAYS I TOLD MY DAD BECAUSE I OWE HIM AND NOW HE'S LIKE "GO BUY A METROCARD YOU STOOPID GURL."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I WAS LIKE FIEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting my tie tomorrow. Or else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped out my mom invert some pockets. It's part of her day job, and she usually does it in time, but apparently she has to go to a doctor's appointment and had me do half. My chinese sweatshop skills really came through and finished like 3/4 of the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Says a lot about my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Iac Adnil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6959088137332076849?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6959088137332076849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6959088137332076849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6959088137332076849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6959088137332076849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/row-row-row-my-boat.html' title='row row, row my boat.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2736366795961514577</id><published>2009-08-18T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:01:06.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm full of holes</title><content type='html'>And not the kind you can stick stuff into you . . . . Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm covered with mosquito bites. I don't even know why. Dad, "It's because you're dirty." Mom, "It's because your bed is dirty." Wrong. I shower everyday with Dove body wash, tyvm. And my bed, how the fuck is it dirty? She sleeps on it in the afternoon anyways. Maybe she's the whore with her dirty skin making me get bites. She has a ton too. OUR BLOOD IS SUGAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three on my arms. Twenty-five on my legs. Two on my face. Two on my back. I'm dying here. Full of holes. I want to go swimming but I can't because it's going to hurt like a motherfucker. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I bought the camera, guys. Eight bucks. So two from each of you guys. You can give it to me when we go to the zoo :D . I'll explain later. And the camera says quick flash, but I don't know if there's an option for no flash. I'll test it out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went on Tumblr and saw some girl talk about flour in photos. Well, here's the &lt;a href="http://allisonkilla.tumblr.com/post/166026106/why-is-everyone-shooting-photos-with-flour-really"&gt;linkkk&lt;/a&gt;. It's funny because she commented on my photo for yesterday's 365. And a couple of seconds after I posted some outtakes on Tumblr, this dude posted &lt;a href="http://novemberdecember.tumblr.com/post/165262323/cliche-cliche-cliche-cliche-cliche-cliche-cliche-cliche"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Blargle. I know, whatever, flour cliche. I wanted to see how it would look. And just because you use the same idea, the outcome is still different. The pictures from the girl that inspired me to do, the photos aren't similar. But this whole scene makes me think of Quizilla, and them kicking me off for "plagiarism of banners". Meh, I need to do some freaking shoot that is original, but really, who is original these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Sos-fS-jixI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l8IsYFmRWCg/s1600-h/132ot.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Sos-fS-jixI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l8IsYFmRWCg/s320/132ot.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371455687960529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I just finished E. Lockhart's newest installment of the Ruby Oliver novels. And I have to say, she is my god. I love her so goddamn much. Even though, I would hate hate hate Ruby in real life if she were real, I love her character in text. E. Lockhart is just a flipping magician with words. And her acknowledgment section made me jealous as hell. And then I decided it. I want to become a writer just so I can personally know other writers.Lockhard knows John Green and Libba Bray, two of the top teen writers, my opinion. And she knows Lauren! Then again, they did write a book together. So damn jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reading that book made me realize that I don't want to be a therapist. I have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower next. Probably after this post. I heard it's like Catcher in the Rye. Just more romance, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write that review soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to quit speech. I've decided that I'm going to quit speech. I just have to make sure that the magazine is going to be a legit Stuy club. I just want out so badly. Even though I did waste that Benjamin Franklin for the suit. Stupid suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I need to write soon. I really do. Once I finish this goddamn book, and then Story of a Girl, and write the damn review, and some PSAT math, I'm going to restart that damn story. And it's going to be awesome. But not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want chicken.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go get chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2736366795961514577?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2736366795961514577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2736366795961514577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2736366795961514577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2736366795961514577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-full-of-holes.html' title='i&apos;m full of holes'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Sos-fS-jixI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l8IsYFmRWCg/s72-c/132ot.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-362507082659003843</id><published>2009-08-17T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:11:00.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring monday</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty darn boring. &lt;div&gt;i went to barnes and nobles to get more books to study for sat2 bio. Instead i didn't get it. I wanted to get the book on 2012. There is actually alot of books on it. I told my mom that i wanted the book. She said i'll probably find it in the library. RAWR. Hm. It doesn't matter. I think i'll get it soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes going to barnes and noble makes me pretty happy. It's full of books and magazine that i might be interested in reading.  I like going to fye. FYE and barnes and noble make a great pair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Music talk:I'm into acoustic/rock music these days. The music that is playing on the radio is getting too much for me. It's usually played by the same people over and over again. I need new artists. (which usually means for me to go band searching on myspace. YAY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Game talk:    So, wonderking anyone? Wonderking is like maplestory but you get to do flips. Well , you have to play to see. Leveling up is pretty easy. (even though i keep on dying) I died 5 times in a hour once. X______x .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Drama talk:  Goong. You should watch it. It is a drama where a guy and a girl are in an arranged marriage. (not recommended for guys )  The guy is a prince. So that means the girl will be a princess when he marries her. The plot seems slow but it's really cute. There is something i realized about drama. HOW COME THE GUY IS ALWAYS RICH ? How come the girl is never rich? It doesn't make sense . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang out? WHEN ARE WE HANGING OUT AGAIN? Maybe a sunday? hm. you know we hadn't been to carvel in ages. I think we should go to central park again. Like summer winter spring and fall.  Another fantastic idea besides the disposable camera right? WE SHOULD GOOOOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my diesel shoes to barnes and noble . My mom won't let me wear my nike shoe that i bought in australia. I didn't show you guys that pair of shoe right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about 1 am and i need to finish watching gossip girl episodes before the new season starts. =] I should probably watch the secret life of an american teenager too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is rebecca that wrote to you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-362507082659003843?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/362507082659003843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=362507082659003843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/362507082659003843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/362507082659003843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/boring-monday.html' title='Boring monday'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4582008025254079716</id><published>2009-08-16T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:59:40.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baman &amp; Piderman</title><content type='html'>That show on youtube is so funny :F I love how they talk.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it's not what my blog's about :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONERKINGLAKSLKHLFKH&lt;br /&gt;is kewl. Rebecca and I are almost always on :D WHERE ARE YOU LINDA? Natalie I can understand 'cause she almost got told on by her sister o__o who does that anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, yesterday I went to Mulan again.. to "chingqe" (i don't know the expression in english.. it's like when you pay for the food you eat with someone  at a resturant) a whole bunch of people yesterday: my grandma, my godmother, her husband, my cousin, my mom, thie girl who lives in our porch, and some random weirdo guy who has no freaken manners. My blog's all going to be a rant on that stupid doooodee that sat down at our table and ate our food .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when everyone got to Mulan, I asked for a table of 7 and we sat at one of those round tables. I even saw the waitress from Thursday :D wohoo she smiled at me. So uhh we like just finished ordering most of our food, and this weirdo guy that my grandma, mom, and the girl from the porch know sits down. At first, I was like okay cool so he's with another party and just wants to say hi to my relatives and what not. Sooo he stays for a little bit and I'm pretty cool with that. But then, the food comes on and he's staying.. That's when I started getting a little annoyed. If he was with another party, why was he sitting with us .-. and eating OUR FOOOOOOD. I'm paying for it e___e freak. Plus, when Mom mentions that I'm paying for everyone, he's like blahblahblah oh she shouldn't do that blahblahblah, and he never even remembers my name or directs any conversation at me .___. double freak. I hate people like that!! Rude asss people. Plus when Mom and the girl from the porch give him his number, Mom's like "just put down Clara's mom." and he goes.. who's that? ALSKDHF;LAKSDLFKH I WANNA FREAKEN CHOP HIS LIMBS OFF&lt;br /&gt;.___.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ruin anyone's eyesight so I'm going to keep this really short..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my idiotic rant.&lt;br /&gt;-Clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4582008025254079716?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4582008025254079716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4582008025254079716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4582008025254079716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4582008025254079716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/baman-piderman.html' title='Baman &amp; Piderman'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8612315698355084944</id><published>2009-08-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:56:24.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pizza late last night</title><content type='html'>REALLY QUICK BEFORE SOMEONE NOTICES AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the sleepovar was pretty awesome. Minus the rockband glitching. It was pretteh cool yo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we still need to bike cough, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, funny thing happened last night. It was like 1 AM, and my brother ordered pizza from Papa John's. And it was deliciously cheap. But then I had to answer the door for the pizza man. And his face was like "Wait. Something is wrong here..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All was good cept luke ate most of it and most of mine. Mmf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sleepover was awesome. Cept I didn't get to use my brand new toofbraush. S'alright though, I managed to get to use it last night. And it hurts. Stupid new brushes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a weird ass dream after the sleepover. We were ontop of this roof, but not Clara's roof. And there was a shooting star, and we were like "WISH!" and all of our wishes came true, but we all made joke wishes outloud, like "Iwish we had more blankets" or something and then there was a sea of blankets and I forget what happens next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8612315698355084944?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8612315698355084944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8612315698355084944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8612315698355084944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8612315698355084944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/pizza-late-last-night.html' title='pizza late last night'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1704461317967782671</id><published>2009-08-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:12:03.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i smell of toothpaste</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow's gonna be awesome. Clara, Becca, and I will meet in Flushing around twelve or one. Then we'll chill like a pill and wait for Linda (AHAHAHA) until two whatever when she comes out of her last class of Mega (HAHAHA YESS) and then we'll all chill like pills. Oye, I don't want to go to Toto's again yet I do. My nose has this cut on it because I kept scratching it so it's gonna ruin our photos D: So I apologize ahead of time. And if you read this after our sleepover then HAHAH I ALREADY WARNED YOU SO EFFF JUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and died. Lucy fixed my computer again! She doesn't know how though. She thought she had to call my cousin again to fix it but she left the room and volume worked! THERE WAS SOUND! I don' think I've ever been so happy to hear the opening of The Simpsons in my life. Then I died as David watched the episode. I was supposed to be doing homework, but really, do I have to do the last day's work? It's not like it matters... right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom I had no homework so she told me and Lucy to go to Staples. I don't know how long we spent shopping but I got PUTTY. Muhahaha, it looks like Winterfresh without the bad smell and saliva. And I also got two dry erase boards. The mini versions of course. One is for my bedroom which is hanging there right now. I don't know how long the marker should stay on there before it never comes off. Oye. Then the other one is for my locker. Hopefully, it'll fit. I'm so excited to have my own locker! Even though I practically had my own locker, I don't have to worry about fucking Leon putting his stinky ass tennis shit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... because I have my putty I started my photo wall. It's small and only one side of my window, but that's okay. I want to leave the other side and the closet wall empty for photos and what-not. Then the wall with my bedpost will be the quote wall, which I'll do later when I get printing access. And I have this idea of cutting out stars and folding cranes and hang them from strings from the ceiling. Boring white walled room? NO MORE YOU SHALL BE. That didn't make sense but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SoN10nNCEpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uD6hHbiTdA0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SoN10nNCEpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uD6hHbiTdA0/s320/Snapshot_20090812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369264727493055122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it smexy? Well, it's nothing right now, but once I take film, and print out more photos and we get out Toto's on, it'll be smexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smexy like my oreo ball. Yeah. It's sooo good. I might give you guys some depending if I think it'll melt by the time I see you guys. Cause it's chocolate dipped. And messy. But good. And fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my unimportant day's rambling now. I'm going to wake up early to do 365 so I don't bother you guys about it! We're gonna have so much funnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1704461317967782671?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1704461317967782671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1704461317967782671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1704461317967782671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1704461317967782671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-smell-of-toothpaste.html' title='i smell of toothpaste'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SoN10nNCEpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uD6hHbiTdA0/s72-c/Snapshot_20090812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-1552833542040469981</id><published>2009-08-11T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:31:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Call Me Carla :D They Call Me Clura They Call Me Clueless. That's Not My Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^ Dunno :D I couldn't think of a title.&lt;br /&gt;Well then again.. people do always call me names that aren't MY NAME. My sister used to call me clueless :P mostly because I was always not up to date with what was happening around me. My friend Jake and some other people call me Carla e___e.. when I ask.. they say it's more common?? How's Carla more common than Clara.. for the sake of the quote from the song, I put Clura :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo I guess maybe some of you are guessing where I've been this past.. four weeks or so? INTERLOCHELKANSLKDNFLAKSJFn. :D wooowee~&lt;br /&gt;I must say.. a shit load of shiet happened there, both fun and uh.. slightly boring?? nahh not really :P I was just surrounded by a lot of sick people that's all. I think that if I were to mention everything that happened from the time I left mom and my godmother at the security check in to coming back into the massively humid and heavy weather of New York would bore you to sleep, or it would just simply be too long for this blog :D 'cause I know for one.. the events that happened in one day filled up 6 pages in my journal.. I'm not too up to writting a book about my experience at Interlochen. However, I will say I discovered something VERYYYYYY useful.. PEANUT BUTTER + HONEY + TOAST =DELICIOUS HEAVEN. Likewise, PEANUT BUTTER + BROWNIES = bliss. :D go try it out!&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. delicious. I'll try to sum up my experience :D Soooooo I got on my air plane late.. because I missed my first flight 'cause mom wanted to let me try to check in by myself half an hour before my flight :F Good job mom. lol Yup so we missed it and the check-in woman yelled at us 'cause mom was trying to force her to give me seats on a plane that closed its gate.. wohoo. Anyway, I was probably one of the very last people going to Michigan/ Interlochen that day 'cause when the bus man came to pick me up.. I was the only one on the bus.. :/ creepster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Interlochen.. and the bus guy just kind of left me at headquarters.. I was like ****!! Mostly because High School Division was.. LIKE THE WOODS? with cabins.. and stuff .-. I must say tho.. the whole traveling alone and going to camp alone and meeting new people from different places and having to take care of myself didn't quite "shock" me o__o.. who cares ! :D So the people there made me run around doing stuff to get ready, and then I had to carry my suitcase to my cabin (24). It's the Zen Garden Cabin :D When I got to the cabin, they were ACTUALLY making a zen garden!! and a stone pebble path!! &gt;.&lt; Cooliosss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup If any of you people decide to ever go to Interlochen o___o watch out if you're trying out for Creative Writing.. shit load of homework!! AND i MEAN ITTLKASHD;LKFH .. my friends Katherine and Evelyn were up every night pretty late.. they were probably getting a teensy bit more sleep than regular school night hours. and if you apply for art.. don't choose intensive advaced anything .___. it's a waste of your MONEY!! shit dammit!! just choose advanced.. 'cause for intensive advanced, all you do is five hours of what ever it is you major in.. usually either drawing or painting. if you just choose advanced, then you get electives, which are very good too!! I wish I had electives..  anyway it's almost time to sleep :[ soo I'm going to TRYYY to finish this as fast as possible.  uhh yeah I'm not too sure about the other majors because we only had one dance major and we didn't have any instrumental majors.. I don't really think there are any problems with the dance program 'cause when we went to see Katie's performance, it was AMAZING :D She did a dance on on the Holocaust and it was VERY touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..the food.. EEK The food in the Stone is .. .-. disappointing. I mean their burgers are AMAZINGGLYYY DELICIOUS.. gosh if McDonald's burgers were so delicious and healthy, I'd be a lifetime buyer. but pshh like that'd ever happen -rolls eyes- :F Their corn dogs aren't to shabby either, but then again i've never had a corn dog before Interlochen. Their fried potato slices aren't too bad either .. sometimes. and I guess there are other things.. but overall, their food is WEIRD. Take their scrambled eggs for example, you know how scrambled eggs taste right?? Soo on my first morning, the whole.. well most of us all went to breakfast together and when I got scrambled eggs (I love scrambled eggs) my cabin mate told me they were made out of powder and water :/ That probably explained why they tasted weird and had a weird imprint of the pot they were in.  So stuff like that appears in your food :D All I can say is that their food doesn't always.. taste like what they're usually meant to taste like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then there are my cabin mates :D They're so friendly. On the first night, we had a bunk talk called Roses and Thorns were we introduced ourselves and then said something that happened in our day that was either like a rose or a thorn. I said everyone being so nice and friendly was my rose :] Oh yeah.. if you ever expect the cabin to unwritten on and clean.. THINK NOT. Total opposite e___e.. No matter how many times I sweep the floor during capers, or just my obssesivenesssss, there's always sand on it.. and EVERYWHEREE there are names of people written, and the year they came. There were some pretty old ones.. ones from like the 1980s!! pretty old. Our cabin was the bomb 'cause we had a Zen Garden :D even though people walked through it constantly and we had a rivarly with cabin 31 or was it 32.. 'cause they stole our humongous stump driftwood and our shiny shrine. :/ But anyway, we're also cool 'cause we always sit together at meals and walk to class together.. if we can, and we hang on main camp together, and we go to the ScoSho together,etc. (ScoSho = Scholarship Shop, MoFro = Melody Freeze) &lt;- When I went to the Interlochen party thingmabob before the actualy camp, I thought the Melody Freeze was like.. an actually cafe o__o but it's not.. it's just a window that sticks out of the door next to the ScoSho that sells yummy stuff like nacho and cheese and Baso sticks :D yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh I suppose Interlochen did have it's benefits, but not too much about my major .-. uhh.. I do kind of miss having stuff to do.. and places to walk to and LIVING with your friends :F.. that's what's so cool about being in a boarding school, you LIVEEEEE with your friends. Heck I'll wait another two/three years for that :D Now instead of taking 10/15 minutes to walk to my class, I'm sitting at home in front of the computer looking up crud to waste my time on :/ and instead of eating Chex Mix all day and eating weird Stone food, I'm watching tv and eating dinner with my mom, and instead of being in a pretty cool weather environment with sick people here and there, I'm in surprisingly hot weather.. that's really weird. For the past two/three days, it's hot and humid in the day time, and then when the sun completely sets, there are thunderstorms and slight rain with lightning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup.. hope you had fun reading that :] and I hope that I didn't bore you to skip some stuff or look at another tab or w.e you have on your internet o__o. HOPE NOT. It's hot.. and it's 11:24.. and I have art class at 9am.. so goodnight lovelies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clulu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-1552833542040469981?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1552833542040469981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=1552833542040469981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1552833542040469981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/1552833542040469981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-call-me-carla-d-they-call-me-clura.html' title='They Call Me Carla :D They Call Me Clura They Call Me Clueless. That&apos;s Not My Name!'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3013600294863147519</id><published>2009-08-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:41:28.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this hemp necklace is now a bracelet</title><content type='html'>Dear Linda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you didn't post yesterday. Even though Clara told you it was your day when you asked. If your computer didn't work, then okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, whatever, I might as well write and pretend it was for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;THE DATE IS 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not as hot as yesterday, thank jeebus. My mom turned on the ac yesterday night which gave me a cold. I think. She turned it off when she left for the morning ceremony wedding thingy, and now the house is around 74 degrees. But the stupid girls I am, I turned on the ac in my computer room so it's a nice 68. . . . And I'm in shorts. . . . And I just had a melon popsicle. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone right now for the first time in a while. I'm watching last season of ABDC, second to last episode. QUEST CREWWW. Yeah. And seeing which celebrity I look like the most. My ears itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my results of the look alikes, and all eight are males. I look like a maaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for my mom to come back home and get ready for the night dinner so I can cook Lucy, Angel, and David dinner. Pasta with beef and cheesy sauce. It's gonna be so gooood. And then Angel, David, and I will be making Oreo balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah, I love Mario Lopez as a host. He makes the funniest comments.&lt;br /&gt;Mario : I like that you like that he was buff&lt;br /&gt;Shane : You buff too.&lt;br /&gt;Man, epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Oreo balls. Oreo cookies crushed into almost powder and then you mush the cream cheese into the powder-y cookies and mix it all up until it's spotted. Then take the mixture and roll them into balls. Then you have to put it in the freezer or fridge so it can get firm. While that is doing it's business, melt chocolate and then take the balls out..... NO JOKES. Dip the balls into the chocolate [NO JOKES] and then freeze that. AND THEN YOU EAT THE BALLS ... yes jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my mom doesn't see my ingredients before she leaves. Because i spent almost an Andrew Jackson on all that stuff. I. Am. So. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good idea for today's 365 so hopefully I won't fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of that, yesterday's photo was one of my favorites I ever took and it only got two comments. While this photo that failed, at least I thought it did, got 18, two from two great photographers. I'm so confuseeeeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my uncle is trying to get my grandma to visit America. And I'm scared. Really, there isn't anything else to say about it. I haven't seen my grandmama since I was three and my memories of her aren't the best. I just don't know how I'll deal with her without my grandpapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do some homework, or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3013600294863147519?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3013600294863147519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3013600294863147519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3013600294863147519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3013600294863147519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-hemp-necklace-is-now-bracelet.html' title='this hemp necklace is now a bracelet'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-3480474246548376242</id><published>2009-08-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:54:39.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday deathday</title><content type='html'>you will always have a birthday and a death day. In order to experience one, you have to start a life or end a life.&lt;br /&gt;But what does life have in store for us to explore. i think it determines by fate. How can one decision change your life forever.It can happen. In some situations, i always wondered what will happen if i did that instead. The choice i make in a situation can be right or wrong. It can be a regret or a celebration. I tell myself this,  if you regret something you did, you have to learn from it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Your probably wondering why i'm saying this. Today was the day when my grandma died. She died 2 years ago. i can remember every detail of it. From going to the hospital to the funeral and to the cemetery. It's funny how it's harder to remember happy things. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways this blog is pretty depressing. It's not a topic i like to talk about. So tomorrow is monday and we're hanging out =D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Eh. i think i'll dedicate this post to my grandma. For all the times she took care of me.&lt;br /&gt;-rebecca 8.9.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 9 i really don't like this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-3480474246548376242?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3480474246548376242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=3480474246548376242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3480474246548376242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/3480474246548376242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-deathday.html' title='birthday deathday'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-530099490757492124</id><published>2009-08-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:28:35.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my picture frame is not a boat</title><content type='html'>But it looks like it.&lt;br /&gt;David put post-it's all over my wall.&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Linda's day was yesterday but her internet is dead. And it's Clara's day today, but her internet is dead so I'm here. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today because my mom was yelling at me, saying that I had to watch David and Angel. What I don't get is why she never ever wakes up Lucy for that. So annoying. Then I walked into David's room and turned on the T.V. and we watched X-Men for two hours. I was eating pudding while I watched the Hulk totally pound the Wolverine. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up Lucy and went to use the computer for two hours before it died. My mom came home and I started getting really angry, because my computer just got fixed. I went to read in my room but fell asleep for two more hours when I heard excessive knocking and then the doorbell. And Lucy running to my room, shouting, "you're friend is here!" and I was all "who, what?" And then I went downstairs and  low and behold, CLARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely surprise (: Even though I was half asleep. Then we walked to Becca's house, dragging David and Angel with us. But she wasn't there. Darn you Becca. So we went to Linda's house and she had to shower. So darn you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the park and these two little girls went to borrow David's ball, and he usually doesn't let people but he let these two girls borrow it. My mom got angry because she was confused and thought they weren't going to give it back but the girls got really nosy and kept saying "oh tell her she doesn't have to angry, there's no reason." And I was like "yeah, I know, that's just how she talks." So we were swinging and their little friend or sister? I don't know but she looks like she was two or three wanted to swing so she waddled to the third section while the two girls were in the first one. And she started crying because she couldn't reach the swing. The two girls didn't go to get her, but instead told her to come to her, and as a two/three year old, she doesn't notice people swinging so she walked right into Clara. Actually, she walked close, stopped, and then walked straight into her. And Clara's, mid-air, couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;Girl: SHE SAW HER SHE SAW HER.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is the girl okay?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girls: WAAAAAH&lt;br /&gt;Girl: She saw her and didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Clara: o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, you can't really blame Clara for that. I mean, she was in mid-fucking-air. What the fuck was she going to do? Freeze the swing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a few minutes later, my mom wanted the ball back, so I walked over to the two girls' father and cousin and asked for the ball back, which they gave back and I handed it to David. I walked back to the swing area, because that's where my mom was. And the girl asked me, "So you got the ball back?" And I responded, obviously, "Yeah." And then. THEN. She said "You [insert many bad words and curses in her language]." I didn't face her and she kept saying it. Like speaking in your language really is going to prevent me from knowing you were saying something bad about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Those are the kind of children that make me feel okay about abortions. Oh, that was mean, but really, I want to know who raised these kids. You just don't treat people like. Especially people who let you borrow their ball. I DIDN'T HAVE TO. I could've said "Oh, I'm sorry, it's not my ball to give." But nooo, David wanted to be nice and personally handed it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Still pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Corey's house because Linda's goddamn lame and it was awkward and damn you Linda, you better get your money. If you don't, I'm hurting Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mosquito bite on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-530099490757492124?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/530099490757492124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=530099490757492124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/530099490757492124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/530099490757492124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-picture-frame-is-not-boat.html' title='my picture frame is not a boat'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4222941379971045739</id><published>2009-08-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:54:50.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its my day today :P</title><content type='html'>I WENT SHOPPING TODAY =].&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10:30. (i am so tired , but i'm still going to w atch dramaa). Then i went to tanger outlet to buy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I bought diesel shoes and two t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i got for about 7 hours of walking around.&lt;br /&gt;Anita got a coachh bag (150) and shoes (50). pretty cheap i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Then she bought more clothes and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED A NEW WALLET. Due to my pickiness in wallets. I wanted a wallet that is small light and has a key chain and cardholder.&lt;br /&gt;After shopping we went to eat with peopleee  at their house. BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;My dad drank too much wine i think..&lt;br /&gt;IS A HALF OF BOTTLE OF WINE TOO MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he was drunk X_______________x.&lt;br /&gt;When my dad is drunk . he startss saying nnonsense. So i just ignore him :P.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can be near drunk people. i will probably be pissed offf if i talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;ALL IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE WE DOING TOMORROW. CLARA CALL US WILL YOU?&lt;br /&gt;FALALALALALALALA&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA DRAMA: THE IMPERIAL HOUSEHOLD.&lt;br /&gt;It's cute and sweet and cute.&lt;br /&gt;here is the summary.(i copied fromwiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a promise between the former king of Korea and an ordinary, strong-willed girl's grandfather, our heroine finds herself betrothed to a seemingly cold-hearted prince of Korea. How can she marry a guy who she overheard him proposing to another girl! Both unwilling parties agree to the marriage, each with his and her own different motivations for the agreement to marry. Can love bloom under the strain of love rivals and political ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be favorite. not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;-rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4222941379971045739?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4222941379971045739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4222941379971045739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4222941379971045739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4222941379971045739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-my-day-today-p.html' title='its my day today :P'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5440797082219777020</id><published>2009-08-05T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:41:05.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a flashlight in my eye</title><content type='html'>David is angry right now because I won't let him watch Spongebob. Because I am paranoid about my computer dying. Because it's just been saved after two days of agonizing torture. I thought Linda was going to blog Tuesday and Clara, Wednesday, but I guessed wrong. I AM SORRY. I am nothing without my computer T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I went to swimming with Rebecca again. And we swam twenty laps--no, ten laps. Back AND forth is a lap. Stupid definition. We usually rest between going back and forth but there was this lady who didn't want to just go in one side so we had to move it along and hope that we didn't lose our breaths. Or at least that's what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat in a sauna for a couple of minutes until I was dripping all the damn water onto Rebecca. And we showered. Not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to Becca's house.&lt;br /&gt;And then to the library.&lt;br /&gt;Where I saw Viktoria.&lt;br /&gt;And we laughed at people younger than us.&lt;br /&gt;Because they were screaming like Japanese school girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I canceled on Stephanie mainly because I thought she would cancel on me :T But I guess not. So we're going to hang Friday. And then I'll reschedule with Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a book review. Well, it's more about an overview about teenage fiction these days. I have to research more though. SO I MUST READ. muahahaha. I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at five this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do math homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca, Anita, and I made sushi today! Becca is a weirdo for putting cheese in her rolls, but the turkey dogs were a good choice (: YUM. I LOVE AVOCADO. I want more &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel just reached onto my desk and pushed my drink onto my table... I'm pretty sure it was on purpose. That meanie buttface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my hw.&lt;br /&gt;And thanking the people on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;And cursing myself for not winning that proaccount.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5440797082219777020?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5440797082219777020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5440797082219777020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5440797082219777020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5440797082219777020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-flashlight-in-my-eye.html' title='there&apos;s a flashlight in my eye'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-5929356896999059777</id><published>2009-08-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:52:49.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in sickness and in health.</title><content type='html'>I need to take a shower soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-o, let's begin. I went to D.C. to play a game I'm mediocre at with a fantastic partner, and failed so hard even though I was having a good time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw Bill Gates, but Ms.Jones has a picture with him, with David sticking out of her shoulder, haha. WE SAW HIM IN THE HOTEL TOO, SAME ELEVATOR, but we had to wait for Ms. Jones so we missed it. Gaspers. I saw him go in, and I didn't know it was him, he was so generic! Ah well, rich men these days. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We placed 5th in our first game, and the rest of the games were pretty much crappy, but late night on the second day, we placed 2nd in an adults game. Didn't get anything though, bridge is an expensive game &gt;&gt;;;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT FUCKIN' ANNOYED BY THESE KIDS, AROUND THE SAME AGE AS US. They were better at us than bridge, and if you're that good and beating us that badly, at least give us some respect. But no, they made fun of us while we were losing. Their partners annoyed the crap out of us too. What's worse, is that even though they're jackasses and great at bridge, they're probably good at other things too, and probably will have a great life despite being douches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also me and sarah are eyeing this guy named peter who is like a prodigy at bridge or something. And he's going to a school more competitive than stuyvesant, and he's smarter than most of the world and he's really really asian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-5929356896999059777?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5929356896999059777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=5929356896999059777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5929356896999059777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/5929356896999059777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='in sickness and in health.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6149897801701235999</id><published>2009-08-02T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:29:39.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost fell asleep...</title><content type='html'>It's like 12: 21 am. X___________x&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell asleep when i suddenly remeber i had to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;Mazy left on friday night. i thought he was going to leave on saturday. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;What did i do today?&lt;br /&gt;Well i watched tv, played some games but didn't go outside.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to but it was also raining. Today was such a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;CLARA WHEN YOU COME BACK AND READ THIS BLOG YOU BETTER BE ON AIM OR ELSSSE I'M GOING TO KICK YOU. =]&lt;br /&gt;we should plan to hang out. maybe go seeee a 3- d movie?&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo tired that i'm out for writing. The blog is so short but i'm so tired. -yawns-&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="aimgMain" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefiQZ3ZKQhMBkVSjzbkF/SIG=12diheqbt/EXP=1249360144/**http%3A//www.flickr.com/photos/soverystrawberry/2604371072/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img id="imageMain" style="margin-top: 34px; margin-left: 0px;" alt="View Image" title="By brilliant mo... on Flickr" src="http://static.flickr.com/3251/2604371072_611a258db2.jpg" width="250" height="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  =] sweet dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6149897801701235999?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6149897801701235999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6149897801701235999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6149897801701235999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6149897801701235999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-fell-asleep.html' title='almost fell asleep...'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4542780698373241394</id><published>2009-08-01T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:43:09.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well there's been nine of these guys for nine years</title><content type='html'>MY TOE IS BLEEDING.&lt;br /&gt;Because I pulled some nail that was bothering the fuck out of me out. And now it's bleeding. And it hurts. And it's bleeding. Did i mention, IT'S BLEEDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching an episode of History's Mysteries: The Knights of Camelot. Now I'm going to watch . . . I don't know what I clicked. It's loading. Um, History's Mysteries: Secret Societies. I really hate the hosts for these shoes. . . . I said shoes. I meant shows. They sound so darn strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Rebecca. I forgot to write yesterday since my computer just died when it felt like it. We'll just pretend that never happened. AND YES! All four of us are going to be here in New York. Yayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the bicycle thing is kind of getting better. We had to keep going back in because it was raining. But, I might die if I don't have Becca holding the handles. So scary. And she made me go to Toto's. I hate her. So much. Hate. Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the lake today. Got pissed off. I had an idea for something but Angel wanted to be an ass about it and wouldn't do what I asked, so I just went to the library. I was supposed to go to Jamie's darn thing but that didn't happen. I asked him to tell me what time I should be at his house and he told me that he'd tell me at nine. So I went to watch Sleepy Hallow with my sister (a fucking gory ass movie) and then when I went back online, I didn't get any notifications, so I couldn't tell my dad what time. Instead, I went to take Angel to her piano lesson, and fell asleep for an hour there. I came back home and saw that he wrote the time on his old note but I wasn't notified. But whatever. Patrick says the whole thing is like a stop-motion Toy Story. Let's just hope they don't kill that awesome ass movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see Michelle and Gary though. This suuucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder if I can get over there now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4542780698373241394?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4542780698373241394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4542780698373241394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4542780698373241394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4542780698373241394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-theres-been-nine-of-these-guys-for.html' title='well there&apos;s been nine of these guys for nine years'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2196288599526930119</id><published>2009-07-31T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:06:58.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY :P</title><content type='html'>So natalie did i tell you today i forgot to write the blog :P?&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay linda's not here anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good i guess. Natalie and i went swimming today. =]&lt;br /&gt;Natalie can freestyle while i can't. I can do breaststroke while she can't ^_^. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;We also went to totos and took some awesomeeee pictures. Even though we were sweating like crazy. I blame the humidity.&lt;br /&gt;Next week all four of us can write this blog! Clara and linda are going to be back. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll have a sleepover or go to the bay and teach natalie how to ride a bike. We will get that accomplished natalie.&lt;br /&gt;NEW DRAMA: My girl.&lt;br /&gt;it's good watch it . Korean drama. It's not really new. It was filmed in 2006? I usually watch  new new drama but the summary of the drama seemed pretty interesting. 16 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;Also i'm reading the vampire diaries. It seems pretty good. It's about two vampires and a girl. They are brothers. You're probably wondering :"another vampire story?" Yes another vampire story. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW I NEVER DID FINISH THE TWILIGHT.(the first book for fyi.)&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today. Drama drama time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2196288599526930119?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2196288599526930119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2196288599526930119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2196288599526930119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2196288599526930119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-p.html' title='SORRY :P'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4019268552124409087</id><published>2009-07-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:54:28.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neeedledickk</title><content type='html'>It's almost midnight, and I am sitting here, my thighs stuck to the pleather. It's darn annoying. Waterboy is opened next to this window and my head hurts. There's nothing else to watch and I'm bored of listening to music. I've been doing that nonstop for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a vocabulary test tomorrow. There are twenty-five words in it. I didn't study yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tanya's house and her house was pretty. What I don't understand is why does she have a leather couch. Isn't she vegetarian? If she won't EAT an animal, why does she SIT on an animal. It seems so wrong to me :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing new about me today.&lt;br /&gt;365 project is going badly. I haven't taken one I've liked since Saturday. It suuuuuucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fly buzzing around my head.&lt;br /&gt;I should finish my math hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, Linda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4019268552124409087?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4019268552124409087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4019268552124409087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4019268552124409087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4019268552124409087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/neeedledickk.html' title='neeedledickk'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4450005115828444027</id><published>2009-07-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:06:27.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dc stands for district of columbia</title><content type='html'>Bridge is maybe the one thing I have going for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not even that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, y'know, things happen. Maybe I get a rush of wisdom one day. At any rate, IT'S ALL FREE GAAHAHA! It was originally gonna be like 100 each, but then Ms. Jones used her 'connections' with the tourney directors, and... :D Friday morning to Sunday night, we'll be playing bridge. Gonna kill us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's gonna be deadly cause I hear that these seniors from Thomas Jefferson High School (Seniors, but they're 16! THEY SKIPPED GRADES IN AN ADVANCED SCHOOL. WTF) picked up bridge cause they had nothing better to do, taught themselves in less than two years (cough we've been playing for like three) and they've played with WARREN BUFFET. THE RICHEST GUY IN THE WORLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to die. With style of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hafta wake up early tomorrow, dimsum even though I have Mega. Egh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, I've been thinking about a lot of things. Things that I'm gonna write in my fantasy story. That I will never finish, but it's fun thinking up these things. ALSO, I'm not sure if I can update blog on Saturday, I'll tell you guys by friday if I can or cannot, cause most likely I will be bashing myself in the head for missing some bridge hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Linda with the capital P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4450005115828444027?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4450005115828444027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4450005115828444027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4450005115828444027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4450005115828444027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/dc-stands-for-district-of-columbia.html' title='dc stands for district of columbia'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-7586097262077181534</id><published>2009-07-27T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:01:07.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz =]</title><content type='html'>THe alphabet. how fast can you type from a to z?&lt;br /&gt;How happy was i when i beat jamie again =D.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so i will rant from now.&lt;br /&gt;topic: anita and her skirts&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO NEED FOR FREAKING MINI SKIRTS UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE A _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH WHY IS IT EVEN INVENTED. It's probably invented for stupid guys who want to be  gay when theysee a girl in a skirt. When a girl is in a mini skirt , it's not like you can jump or ride a bike or sit down on the floor (criss cross apple sauce?)  . Why not just wear shorts? The average size of short not the one that goes up to your butt -_-. Stupid society. GOSH . HOW DID MY SISTER TURN OUT TO BE LIKE THIS? I HATE IT. She is so annoying to me all the time. Tries to kiss up to people ALL THE FREAKING TIME. She's like o i can't put on my make up well because i can't put it on with glasses. That is BULL. She just wants CONTACTS. I tell her not to get and to NOT RUIN HER EYES BECAUSE WILL CAUSE IT .&lt;br /&gt;gosh she never listens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I''M DONE WITH MY RANTING. SO FREAKING ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;SO I DYED MY HAIR&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: UNKNOWN :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go watch some drama and maybe read some quizilla.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pissy day &lt;br /&gt;-Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-7586097262077181534?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7586097262077181534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=7586097262077181534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/7586097262077181534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/7586097262077181534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title='abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz =]'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2429337147718893695</id><published>2009-07-26T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:47:09.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jack white has bi-colored pants.</title><content type='html'>I have nothing better to do than write my blog at five thirty in the evening. My family is gone to Brooklyn so check out a store that my dad might or might not rent. Linda's practicing her card skills, Becca's doing what she does best with the dogs, and Clara's probably painting/swimming/passed out. And I'm here, gathering all my strength not to squeal from the sight of hail. I don't know why I never went out to see it before because hail is fucking amazing. But then I went back into the house and walked right into the side of my garage door. My right arm feels funny now as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, when the rain first started, I ran out and then back in and then back out and you know. My cltohes smell like rain. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my camera but Lucy took it to take pictures of the store. Better off that way I guess, I should stop taking pictures of just everything and anything. But lately, the picture I've taken makes me really wish I could have a SLR. Probably a Canon EOS, but a Nikon D40 is more likely of a chance since it is cheaper. But Tanya asked me when I would get the "big camera" and I replied "never until I have my own life." Even if I have a job, my dad wouldn't allow my to spend so much money on a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is so strange. Last year, I didn't even feel the need to take pictures all the time. It was more of a once in a while thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it though.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I hear someone getting a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shoot my brains out and get a better oen for myself.&lt;br /&gt;It peeves me.&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy isn't becoming.&lt;br /&gt;That's my new mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should be doing an English essay right now, but I actually have no idea what Mr. Gao is asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire trucks are passing again. Happens all the time when there's a storm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2429337147718893695?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2429337147718893695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2429337147718893695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2429337147718893695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2429337147718893695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/jack-white-has-bi-colored-pants.html' title='jack white has bi-colored pants.'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-2158512093697342738</id><published>2009-07-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:22:10.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>play him off keyboard cat!</title><content type='html'>ehehe..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still in my arguement with Luke. Because he's a douchebag. But I don't like it when he counters, "It doesn't matter what I say because you'll always think I'm douchebag" And I never use the word douchebag that often, but I think that statement is what really makes him the douchebag. Douchebag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Tanya's party wuz nice yes. Her house is amazingly pretty, and seeing as I'm in the basement of my house, the only place where I can get connection on Luke's crappy laptop BECAUSE HE'S RAIDING, I'm stepping on debris from the work done on my wall, which is still half done and my house is filled with crappy stuff that my family is  too packrat to throw out or organize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO NATALIE NEEDS OUR LOVE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE SHE'S TURNING INTO A VAMPIRE. &gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO, IM SRS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. I was gone for the day and apparently I have a bridge meeting with all the people in a couple of hours. So gah. And gah-night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-2158512093697342738?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2158512093697342738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=2158512093697342738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2158512093697342738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/2158512093697342738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/play-him-off-keyboard-cat.html' title='play him off keyboard cat!'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4358925265304424406</id><published>2009-07-24T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:41:53.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SCREAMING AT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CARE ENOUGH TO!&lt;br /&gt;=] it's a good song by mitchel musso&lt;br /&gt;hm. you can say that i am pretty random about the type of music i like.&lt;br /&gt;I can like any type of music expect for  song that just contains rap and no singing and screameo. But i dont like every song.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'M TAKING CARE OF 2 DOGS GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;It's  maltese. cute but pretty evil/smart.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cuddly too. It peed in my house though -______-. I had to smack his butt if he did that. I feel so bad for doing it T___T. It's the owner's ORDERS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of knocking out both of the dogs they keep on chasing eachother. If you guys see me don't be suprised that I CAN'T TALK ANYMORE. Aw.... THE MALTESE IS SITTING IN MY LAP. Luckily, fatty isnt a aggressive and jealous dog. It would be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;i might go to my cousins house again but last week i didn't go i was too tired from the trip. Hard to believe that we only have  month of vacation left. -sigh- When are we hanging out again?&lt;br /&gt;Still have to study. only 1/8 of the book finished.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today =d&lt;br /&gt;- Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4358925265304424406?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4358925265304424406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4358925265304424406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4358925265304424406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4358925265304424406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title='HEY!'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-8481267455076388233</id><published>2009-07-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:52:31.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M CONFUSED</title><content type='html'>I THOUGHT IT WAS MY TURN O WELL I GUESS ILL WRITE TOMORROW DUE TO MY MEMORies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-8481267455076388233?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8481267455076388233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=8481267455076388233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8481267455076388233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/8481267455076388233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-confused.html' title='I&apos;M CONFUSED'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6245806015654961181</id><published>2009-07-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:14:37.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accolade</title><content type='html'>n. award of merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher can suck it. When did all the English teachers turned male? I've had all female teacher till ninth and now everyone's just guys. I DON'T LIKE THE MEN. I wish they'd turned into females. . . not like they aren't already. Men are pussies. MEOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to volunteer today. Not much happened. Except I was wearing long shorts and flip-flops and Tong was wearing short shorts and flip-flops. WE ARE AWESOME. We almost died in Flushing and almost fell about ten thousand times. Then we were walking to the bus, and some dude meowed at her. Like, actually meowed. So weird. Then we got on the bus and the AC was on and the chair was cold for Tong so she shrieked. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SmkX3GvZQOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0VuL4TmdLw4/s1600-h/3748548644_7fc763e471_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SmkX3GvZQOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0VuL4TmdLw4/s320/3748548644_7fc763e471_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361843066830930146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this photo from one of the most inspiring photographers I have come across on Flickr. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaliegarrett"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; is truly amazing and I'm jealous of the amount of siblings she has. From what I've observed, she has three sisters, and some number of brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt that the age differences of my siblings and myself is too vast. Imagine, when David's ten, Lucy's twenty-five. It seems wrong to me. I always wanted an older brother. Just for the hell of it and so Lucy didn't need to feel so responsible all the time. I think she needs a break sometimes. And my laziness does not allow her to have one. I also wanted another little sister which I could have had, if not for my parents and their choice. But hey, pro-choice, and all that mumbo-jumbo. It makes me sad to think of her. I think that David should also have a younger brother. Just something that makes him feel not so left out in the family, and kick some responsibility in his face. So that would make my family a total of 9 members. I think that'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy days like this make me think about her. I would've liked to have named her Rose, but for some reason that sounds strange with Fang. Maybe because she was not meant to be part of us. I hope her soul is with a good family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6245806015654961181?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6245806015654961181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6245806015654961181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6245806015654961181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6245806015654961181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/accolade.html' title='Accolade'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SmkX3GvZQOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0VuL4TmdLw4/s72-c/3748548644_7fc763e471_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4884350544106119607</id><published>2009-07-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:34:28.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinkerclausss</title><content type='html'>When I grew up, I was told that the easter bunny, santa, and basically everything else didn't exist by my brother. Because he's a dick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't remember being even TOLD they exist. All I remember is the televison shows educating me in this part of my life. Which is pretty cool. TELEVISON IS MY TRUE PARENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the only exciting thing that happened today for me really, was chemistry napping and Madeline's idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEMISTRY FIRST WOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MADE A FRIEND IN CHEMISTRY AND I FEEL HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE NOW WE CAN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's not much to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT STILL. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Madeline's idea sounds pretty cool. She's a stuy gal, and her idea is to make a magazine with arts and music and movies and popcornculture. But I have a feeling that the reviews of movies will be criticized the most. People don't like spoilers and they don't like to be told what they should or should not like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least the people I know. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's nice, to have an art outlet in a math and science school. We don't have much to do for art, there's a limited amount of classes, and it's always something of a drag to draw shiat for the spectator. bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in an argument with my brother. I went to stephanie's house late, and i IM'd him to pick me up because they wouldn't let me leave without a guardian, it was like 12am at night, so I can kinda understand that, but he said "wait till i'm done with my raid"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was getting sleepy, so I IM'd again, and I didn't get a response because stephanie was on her itouch and it didn't give me any message, but I saw it when I got home, something alone the lines of , "Stay there. I'm not gonna put on pants for this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO IS RIGHT IN THIS ARGUMENT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got locked out of my house and i had to walk to my cousin's house and wake up them up at 6am for key. &gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4884350544106119607?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4884350544106119607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4884350544106119607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4884350544106119607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4884350544106119607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinkerclausss.html' title='Sinkerclausss'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-4138816413555257962</id><published>2009-07-21T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:02:38.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairly odd parents</title><content type='html'>should be playing right now but if I let it then Angel can't do her math homework that she's having trouble with. But that's not surprise because her school's making her add and subtract three two digit numbers at once and she's only going into second grade. Darn them Chinese teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how my goddamn mother teaches. She thinks standing behind the student, yelling at her face, and pinching her arm and screaming at her so much that spit flies onto her hair is teaching better than me. She's such an assface. It amazes me that she was allowed to have four children. She should have none. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't even see how "unintelligent" my brother is. Sure, I love him. Because he's funny, kind, and goddamn cute, but he doesn't write unless you make him cry from scaring him, which I don't want to do. And when you tell my mom "Oh, stop yelling at Angel, go yell at David for once." All she does is say, "What?! My David? I love my David. He's the most smartestestest person in the world. So much smarter than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, Natalie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLDJSACFLKDMC. And I hate it when they say my sister is perfect and I should follow her example. First of all, I get it. She raised me and all that jazz, but I'm done being raised, okay? It's not like I'm not smart myself. Might not be the most intelligent but I'm far from the most idiotic. Like seriously, she asked my how to spell DKNY, must I say more? Not that she's all that stupid herself. English is just not her subject. She's pretty good in math and science and remembering strange facts about totally worthless topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant on parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, look what I found in my documents.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SmZy-kQqfjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vlfCFK74sHA/s1600-h/DSC02273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SmZy-kQqfjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vlfCFK74sHA/s320/DSC02273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361098825642180146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oldie, but a goodie. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO REBECCA:&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I have to start studying for that SATII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LINDA:&lt;br /&gt;You better write tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO CLARA:&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Even if Becca wont' say it, I will :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-4138816413555257962?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4138816413555257962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=4138816413555257962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4138816413555257962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/4138816413555257962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/fairly-odd-parents.html' title='fairly odd parents'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/SmZy-kQqfjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vlfCFK74sHA/s72-c/DSC02273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-238451302611332682</id><published>2009-07-20T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:44:33.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE AN EXCUSE</title><content type='html'>I have an excuse for being late.&lt;br /&gt;My internet was being a butt and it didn't work for two hours. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;To linda.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD FREAKING WRITE THE BLOG CAUSE IT WAS SO YOUR DAY YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;to natalie.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the videos you sent when we are doing the stop motion. It was so cool. But i like the one with me and linda fighting more =D I WON.&lt;br /&gt;TO CLARA&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST YOU LEAVE WHEN I COME BACK ISN'T THAT TOO WEIRD. AND YOU SHOULD CALL US WOMAN NOT JUST NATALIE.&lt;br /&gt;After walking from fresh meadows yesterday. (it was so tiring) -_____-  i fell asleep at 4 in the morning =D and woke up at 1 due to my mom's voice.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went swimming and i swam for 15 laps&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have done more but i was with my mom's friend/ neighbor. (who has a maltese and it was so cute.)&lt;br /&gt;After we went swimming, i went to pick fatty up. His body has been shaved but his head isn't =D. So he looks super skinny but still fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and studied for SAT 2 BIOLOGY. fun.&lt;br /&gt;there is so much to remember though. It hurts my brain. I studied for about an hour and i finished a chapter in 4 days. I took the chapter review questions and i got 13/23 right. So i pass right? SAT 2 is hard and super smart people or people who study about 9 hours a day will only get 800. (from my experience studying this -_-.)&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find new unknown bands to listen to because known bands are overrated. they get too much attention and they start to become so annoying to me. Like the jonas brothers. When they first started out they were a good "band". after that song SOS it was like herds of girls obsessing over them for no reason. And what are the chances that one of these girls will fall in love and get married with them. Shouldn't people like bands for their music. Looks are a plus.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO I'M GOING TO WATCH DRAMA NOW AND IT'S CALLED SHINING INHERITANCE. SO DRAMATIC =D. BYEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;- REBECCCA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-238451302611332682?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/238451302611332682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=238451302611332682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/238451302611332682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/238451302611332682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-excuse.html' title='I HAVE AN EXCUSE'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405054101023299863.post-6874581388626375163</id><published>2009-07-18T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:47:50.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE ALL OF YOU</title><content type='html'>Okay, so after five days of no posts, I think we should restart it.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just say it's my day now.&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow is Linda's.&lt;br /&gt;And then Rebecca's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do this until Clara comes back, and then we can make her after Becca, unless she wants to go back to the NLCR schedule. We can do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say today.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/405054101023299863-6874581388626375163?l=cluelessramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6874581388626375163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=405054101023299863&amp;postID=6874581388626375163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6874581388626375163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/405054101023299863/posts/default/6874581388626375163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessramblings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-all-of-you.html' title='I HATE ALL OF YOU'/><author><name>blended &amp;amp; filtered</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01610907971324349197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nsOAbdmTC40/Shdvk1o8B0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/57cz9Ny-qyQ/S220/untitled.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
