<?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-6452232215865199850</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:44:55.783-07:00</updated><category term='lmfao'/><category term='stupid freshmen'/><category term='mcrmy'/><category term='miri is awesome'/><category term='you know you live in florida when you want to go to school'/><category term='you wish you could be as cool as miri'/><category term='WAY'/><category term='teehee'/><category term='Does anyone even read these?'/><category term='YOU GUYS'/><category term='your eyes are the size of the moon baby'/><category term='tim currry miri rockstars'/><category term='and then a step to the right'/><category term='guys are weird'/><category term='The Sex Bunny'/><category term='shinyshiny MacBook'/><category term='hand jobs'/><category term='omg'/><category term='stuff and things'/><category term='Jimmy Kimmel is fucking ben affleck'/><category term='gabe saporta has chess pants'/><category term='you can&apos;t download a baby'/><category term='scooters'/><category term='horton hears a who'/><category term='I said way a lot rotfl'/><category term='llama llama duck'/><category term='rofl those clever panic boys'/><category term='East Coast Rules your Skooolz :D'/><category term='rant'/><category term='word to your mother'/><category term='big brother'/><category term='beauty and the beast'/><category term='mcrmy r00lz'/><category term='michael clarke'/><category term='Max is shamelessly whoring her one well-written piece.'/><category term='PANIC&apos;S NEW ALBUM IS LOVE'/><category term='it&apos;s 5:43am here so I think I have insomnia. but yay for labels haha.'/><category term='Max has the best job ever.'/><category term='lol'/><category term='miri is a bit insane'/><category term='miri is very very wise'/><category term='raagghhhh'/><category term='maths'/><category term='ramble ramble ramble'/><category term='OH I WISH I WAS A PIRATE WHAT A SPIFFY PIRATE I WOULD BE'/><category term='TISM'/><category term='la la la do do do i&apos;m sleepy whoooo o_o'/><category term='fall'/><category term='the used'/><category term='loser'/><category term='miri'/><category term='stop looking at the labels'/><category term='la la wheeee'/><category term='lj'/><category term='ALL THAT JAAAAAZZ'/><category term='single awareness day.'/><category term='hai therr'/><category term='DUDE'/><category term='making moneyz r00lz'/><category term='miri needs to learn to control her excitement'/><category term='girl interrupted wins over thirteen as far as teen angst and or fucked upness movies go'/><category term='its too laaaate to apologiiiiize yeahh'/><category term='this may have been the fault of miri'/><category term='miri eez a leettle insaaane mmhmm but zat eez vhy oo love er'/><category term='la boum is weird.'/><category term='miri is a weirdo ohyes'/><category term='miri likes to write stupid stuff in the labels.'/><category term='toast r00lz'/><category term='I won&apos;t be home for Christmas'/><category term='WHY ARE YOU READING THE LABELS'/><category term='paul'/><category term='retarded'/><category term='miri has a rant mwahaha'/><category term='band'/><category term='lolz internet french accent ftwwww.'/><category term='love love love'/><category term='Max really like this boy. K?'/><category term='Ryan Ross wants my soul.'/><category term='racists'/><category term='gaydar'/><category term='awesome aussies'/><category term='rawwrr'/><category term='gah'/><category term='I think I&apos;ve been scarred for life but at least it&apos;s not photos'/><category term='max is sick and breathing hurts'/><category term='pregnant woman pilates ftw'/><category term='Madina Lake own my soul.'/><category term='open letter'/><category term='the &quot;w&quot; word'/><category term='assholes'/><category term='Max needs to find some other way to amuse herself.'/><category term='australia rulez'/><category term='panic at the disco'/><category term='max has blog killing cooties'/><category term='rofl miri eez lame'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='merr'/><category term='miri is cool'/><category term='the mighty boosh pwns your soul'/><category term='Miri is an idiot'/><category term='school life gayness mcrmy'/><category term='music'/><category term='a type of murder where nobody dies'/><category term='blog'/><category term='OMFG. IMAGINARY NUMBERS.'/><category term='miri is tired and bored'/><category term='snowww'/><category term='gay boys'/><category term='face'/><category term='holy crap'/><category term='blahblahblah boredness'/><category term='this is max&apos;s last day of freedom.'/><category term='Link = Love'/><category term='play'/><category term='the entry is up there'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='john'/><category term='pumpkin'/><category term='numbers'/><category term='mwahaha'/><category term='ukulele'/><category term='kangaroos'/><title type='text'>MCRmy Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>www.mcrmy.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MCRmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01764674542384486661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6433243074445843110</id><published>2008-08-31T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:31:26.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word to your mother'/><title type='text'>So I'm gonna state the obvious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;THIS BLOG IS DEADY MCDEADDEAD!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;With a capital D-E-A-D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where did everyone go? Like seriously guys, did you all develop lives or something? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Good news is that there's been 3 posts in August which is 2 more than July.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And I'm the first for September so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Btw, my birthday is September 24. Going to be 16 finally, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And for people who might be in Lousiana, good luck &amp;amp; God bless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hopefully you won't need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;xoxox, Jenn♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;P.S. Does anyone here like The Dear Hunter? I love the song The Pimp and The Priest; good stuff right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6433243074445843110?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6433243074445843110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6433243074445843110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6433243074445843110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6433243074445843110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-im-gonna-state-obvious.html' title='So I&apos;m gonna state the obvious...'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5335277540419813319</id><published>2008-08-25T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:03:52.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:DDDDDDD REVIVE THIS JOINT!</title><content type='html'>:DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai guysssssssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whoever still goes on this &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of forgot about my blogger account...sorryyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start School tomorrow and I'm Uber Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause my summer was pathetic and boring :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt; restarted. November 21st, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Twilight is out today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not watching it yet :]&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for like 2 weeks after enough of the screaming little girls have screamed their silly heads of.&lt;br /&gt;BTW. PATTINSON WAS SO MUCH BETTER AS CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt; HARRY POTTER FTW.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5335277540419813319?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5335277540419813319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5335277540419813319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5335277540419813319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5335277540419813319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/ddddddd-revive-this-joint.html' title=':DDDDDDD REVIVE THIS JOINT!'/><author><name>Anagirl1203</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-8569276493142705004</id><published>2008-08-19T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:11:55.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know you live in florida when you want to go to school'/><title type='text'>This incessant raining needs to stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Tropical storm Fay sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no school today &amp;amp; I have no school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER MOVE HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;EDIT: I have no school for the rest of this week too. No school till Monday. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-8569276493142705004?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8569276493142705004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=8569276493142705004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8569276493142705004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8569276493142705004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-incessant-raining-needs-to-stop.html' title='This incessant raining needs to stop.'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7571294956978374552</id><published>2008-08-18T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:50:12.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love love love'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>Guess what happens on Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;Go on, guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX GOES TO SEE PANIC AT THE DISCO AND THE ACADEMY IS... AND COBRA STARSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__________________________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-7571294956978374552?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7571294956978374552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7571294956978374552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7571294956978374552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7571294956978374552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5870194100330138345</id><published>2008-07-23T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:17:06.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=[</title><content type='html'>I miss this blog. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5870194100330138345?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5870194100330138345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5870194100330138345&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5870194100330138345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5870194100330138345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='=['/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328383438233569517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlVtB9sFJfY/R3VNNu84rTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GHDP0vrLj-E/S220/100_2575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2652031795361643801</id><published>2008-06-18T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:38:44.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><title type='text'>So, hey, guess what!</title><content type='html'>I SAT MY UNIVERSITY MATHS EXAM THIS MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS, AND I'D LIKE EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION, PLEASE, THAT I PRETTY MUCH NEVER HAVE TO DO HARDCORE ASSESSABLE MATHS EVER.AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2652031795361643801?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2652031795361643801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2652031795361643801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2652031795361643801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2652031795361643801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-hey-guess-what.html' title='So, hey, guess what!'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5440945744240789190</id><published>2008-06-04T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:50:30.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>OH HI I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE.</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been posting a lot D:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;I'll start again once I don't have exams and other horrible happenings.&lt;br /&gt;But I doooo blog every day over at my ~&lt;a href="melodyjae.livejournal.com"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;, simply because it is easy to do so :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW HAVE YOU ALL BEEN?&lt;br /&gt;GOOD? BAD? BOTH?&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HAIR LOOKS ~GREAT TODAY, BTW. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5440945744240789190?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5440945744240789190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5440945744240789190&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5440945744240789190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5440945744240789190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-hi-i-didnt-see-you-there.html' title='OH HI I DIDN&apos;T SEE YOU THERE.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2512224408065656322</id><published>2008-05-29T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:04:01.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys are weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john'/><title type='text'>So I got a blog of my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I now have a blog too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am a copycat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swingingweineraction.blogspot.com"&gt;Linkage to blogage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you were wondering about the URL well there's a funny story behind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Once a upon a time ago, before the homecoming parade my band buddies and I were chilling in a parking lot waiting for the parade to start [we were in the parade]. We were enjoying the hilarious stories of Chris [who is most definitely gay], when John [who is most definitely straight] came out of nowhere and began to feel up on him. Nobody cared cuz that is what we band kids do when we're bored. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Well after feeling Chris up, John began to do the PartyBoy dance and he's all "uh tsk uh tsk uh tsk" behind Chris's head. While this going on me and this chick Nina are all o_O cuz his male appendage was like WHOOSH back and forth giving birth to the word swinging weiner action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It was probably one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen. Plus it happens all the time cause John likes to dance. Yes this is the same John from the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2512224408065656322?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2512224408065656322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2512224408065656322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2512224408065656322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2512224408065656322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-got-blog-of-my-own.html' title='So I got a blog of my own.'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-8274272001674448003</id><published>2008-05-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:26:02.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band geeks have all the fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So I haven't posted in forever....Oh well, what a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So yesterday was graduation and cuz I'm in band I had to go. I stayed after school with my buddies and several girls brought their straighteners. Resulting in this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/I/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/YouNeedALife/?action=view&amp;amp;current=johnstraighthair.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 270px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/YouNeedALife/johnstraighthair.jpg" alt="john" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/YouNeedALife/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stevejohn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/YouNeedALife/stevejohn.jpg" alt="steve &amp;amp;amp; john" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Steve &amp;amp; John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/YouNeedALife/?action=view&amp;amp;current=teddyjohnsteve.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a98/YouNeedALife/teddyjohnsteve.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Steve &amp;amp; John &amp;amp; Teddy aka Zack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cause all the cool kids join band and straighten guys' hair. Yepp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Of course it was really fricking humid outside and it rained so all the guys' hair reverted right back to normal which sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So next topic, I might possibly like somebody but I'm not 100% percent sure. His name is Tyler and he rides my bus and we walk home together cuz our houses are in the direction. Lucky for me this one is actually straight! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;[Everybody I've liked since I've entered high school was either not straight or had alot of gayboy tendencies]&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But unfortunately for me he's definitely taken. Oh, what a shame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/I/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-8274272001674448003?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8274272001674448003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=8274272001674448003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8274272001674448003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8274272001674448003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/band-geeks-have-all-fun.html' title='Band geeks have all the fun.'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6425375851712656222</id><published>2008-05-14T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:18:24.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Link = Love'/><title type='text'>Plushies, FTW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x32/maximusdestructo/Photo139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I've branched out in the world of blogging. Check me out &lt;a href="http://maximusdestructo.blogspot.com/"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6425375851712656222?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6425375851712656222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6425375851712656222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6425375851712656222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6425375851712656222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/plushies-ftw.html' title='Plushies, FTW.'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4291257463859143540</id><published>2008-05-07T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T04:48:18.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assholes'/><title type='text'>Big Brother: A Rant.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while and I just finished watching Big Brother, so I thought I'd rant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might like to go to www.bigbrother.com.au and read about it so you know what the hell I'm on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, WTF. I never watch Big Brother! I have expressed my distaste for Big Brother previously. I vomited at Gretel Kileen's face. I rolled my eyes at the turkey slapping incident.&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I decided to watch it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, for some ungodly reason, they decided to have Corey Worthington in the house as a guest.&lt;br /&gt;You probably have no idea who he is, so I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, he is a seventeen year old (lolol like me, except I'm cooler, obvi.) who threw a massive party while his parents were away, got in loads of trouble from the police, and somehow got semi-famous out of it because of all the news coverage and also because he is an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S LIKE PETE WENTZ, MINUS THE GUYLINER AND MUSICAL TALENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Corey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2008/01/16/rgn_corey_wideweb__470x350,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, yes he does come across as a prick, even in photographs. Hahahaha. I know.&lt;br /&gt;2. I actually can't find a photo of him without his yellow sunglasses on. Which is a good thing, because he has GIGANTIC EYEBROWS OF DOOOOM!!1!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, aside from the obvious reasons why it's a badbadbad idea, such as HE IS SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD WHY ARE THEY LETTING HIM INTO A HOUSE WITH PEOPLE AVERAGING TEN YEARS OLDER THAN HIM FOR THE LOVE OF JEBUS, as well as the fact that if they show him naked it's child pornography x_x and they could get in &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much trouble; I also think that he is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right: &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all he does is hide behind his hoodie and THOSE GOD DAMN YELLOW SUNGLASSES. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'd be more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'd &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to piss people off.&lt;br /&gt;And I also wouldn't have peroxide blonde hair with dark brown GIGANTIC EYEBROWS OF DOOOOOOOM!!1!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SAYING THAT IF HE'S GIRLY ENOUGH TO DYE HIS HAIR AND USE A HAIR STRAIGHTENER, HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO TINT HIS EYEBROWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN HE GOES ON AND ON ABOUT HOW HE DOESN'T LIKE TO HURT PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON, DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY CARES.&lt;br /&gt;I SUSPECT HE IS JUST TRYING TO GET LAID.&lt;br /&gt;IDFK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate Terri.&lt;br /&gt;Terri is old and racist and hasn't yet discovered makeup. Or, y'know, facelifts.&lt;br /&gt;Why they let a 50-something year old into Big Brother, I shall never know.&lt;br /&gt;I like Travis, even if his voice is about ten billion octaves above mine, wtf, did you not go through puberty or something, mate?!&lt;br /&gt;Bianca is the devil. We shall not speak of her.&lt;br /&gt;The other ones are boring.&lt;br /&gt;AS BORING AS COREY, EVEN.&lt;br /&gt;But probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS ENDS MIRI'S MASSIVE RANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;No Miris were &lt;s&gt;drunk&lt;/s&gt; in the making of this blog.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4291257463859143540?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4291257463859143540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4291257463859143540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4291257463859143540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4291257463859143540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-brother-rant.html' title='Big Brother: A Rant.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7961213018205724837</id><published>2008-05-05T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:39:48.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max really like this boy. K?'/><title type='text'>Oh, The Happiness Of Max</title><content type='html'>Weeee. I haven't posted in a while and I've just had the random week to end all random weeks. I swear to blog. &lt;br /&gt;It started on Monday night. Grand Theft Auto IV launched here in Australia. It was a pretty big deal, so we (EB Games) had a midnight launch. My friend Gavin, who goes to uni with me and works with me, ate with my family and then we headed to work at 10.00 pm. It was kinda eery, being the only two people wandering around the mall, waiting for security to let us in to access the store. &lt;br /&gt;We got to dress up. I was a hardcore awesome pimp. Joman, Trudi,  Justin and Gavin were all gangsta in big hoodies and bandannas and blinnnngggg. We looked awesome. If I can get a photo from Joman, I'll post it here. &lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaays, so we looked neat and the night ran smoothly and I totally kicked everyone else's arse at making sales. Go Team Max! &lt;br /&gt;So, Gavin and I grabbed our shit when we closed and were about to dice the scene, when Justin stopped us and asked for a lift. So we ended up road-tripping six million kilometres out of our way to drop him home. And then had to stop at a 24 hour McDonald's, because all the road-tripping induced a desperate need for ice-cream. &lt;br /&gt;So that was Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent frantically doing an assignment. Wednesday was much the same, except it was spent in one of the labs at university with pretty much everyone else in the class running around arguing about databases and ER diagrams and data dictionaries. It was fun. Aside from the panicking part. We had to submit it electronically by 5pm. At 4.30pm, I'm trying to think of one final justification, and Gavin and Tom are singing Backstreet Boys. Loudly. And they had less done than me! T_T Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, my friend Steph, who moved to another city for university, came up to visit! So we hit the city and ate a lot of ice-cream and bought crazy makeup and stupid shirts and it was fun. And theennnnn, another of my friends, Lolly, got her license!  And she has a yellow VW beetle. It's so freaking awesome. Except she won't let me paint it like a pikachu. D:&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaays, she came and picked Steph and I up after dinner and we went back into the city and got more ice-cream. &lt;br /&gt;I messaged Justin and Gavin, and Justin came to meet us. Gavin was at a movie, so we decided to go meet him. Lolly dropped us off, and we tried to get tickets. The movie had only started 10 minutes ago, but the bitches at the counter were all, "We're CLOSED." T____T&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, we went BACK into the city, except we walked this time. And we sat outside another maccas for aaaaages. Then Gavin met up with us, and we ended up sitting there talking til 2.30 am. LOL. We went out for ice-cream and didn't get home til 3 in the morning..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday was spent in Lolly's bedroom playing Twister and watching/singing along with a squillion Disney movies. We made brownies. Steph and I got home and collapsed into bed. &lt;br /&gt;OMFG. And theennnnnn, fucking hell, at 3 A-FUCKING-M, Gavin and his awesome mate Clint turned up drunk on my doorstep. Sigh. We put them in a cab and sent them home. And he was randomly angry at me for some reason. So I was sad, because I really like this guy. &lt;br /&gt;BUT. The next day, there was mucho grovelling, so he was forgiven. Saturday was worrrrkkk all day for me, and a wedding for Steph, so it was pretty boring. Saturday night, I turned off my phone, to avoid a million 2am messages from Gavin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I turned my phone on before heading to work. And sure enough, there was a message from Gavin at 4.30am. BUT GUESS WHAT IT SAID! :D He asked me out. Weeeeeee. Except, I had to work with him all day, and I wanted to talk to him, rather than just text him back, and work is sososososososo not the place to do that. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, Steph and I went to a barbeque with all my neighbours, it was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we studied. Steph was leaving Monday night and had an exam this morning, and I have a Maths exam tomorrow afternoon, so we were both freaking a little. Steph got picked up, I went emo. I won't see her again til August. But when I do see her, it's for the Panic at the Disco + The Academy Is... + Cobra Starship show, so. &lt;br /&gt;Gavin messaged me again, freaking about maths. So he came over to study. And my mum fed him, because she worries that he doesn't eat properly. Which is a totally justified concern. He doesn't eat properly. And we blatantly did not do maths. We threw pillows at each other and he teased me about my socks and there was more grovelling about Friday night and this is the worst blog I've ever written. And then we ended up talking about the message from Sunday. And then there was cuddling. And more pillow fights. So. I'm pretty smiley right now. Even though I have a huge Maths exam tomorrow afternoon, my period and another horrid assignment due on Thursday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-7961213018205724837?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7961213018205724837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7961213018205724837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7961213018205724837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7961213018205724837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-happiness-of-max.html' title='Oh, The Happiness Of Max'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-9013201007784166266</id><published>2008-04-28T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:55:35.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mighty boosh pwns your soul'/><title type='text'>longgg time nooo postie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;o___O&lt;br /&gt;HAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt have school today...not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;im really tired so...yeah. i just wanted to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i watched a marilyn monroe movie today, it made me happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the other day, debra AKA yayforsugar got me obsessed with a show called the mighty boosh. WATCH THE VIDEOS BELOW AND LOOK AT THE MIGHTY BOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;o__o;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;GNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvrXD1SoKjs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvrXD1SoKjs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfA-KaOw69k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfA-KaOw69k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-9013201007784166266?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9013201007784166266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=9013201007784166266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/9013201007784166266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/9013201007784166266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/longgg-time-nooo-postie.html' title='longgg time nooo postie.'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6231962176533792117</id><published>2008-04-23T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:25:51.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri is an idiot'/><title type='text'>Um. Oops.</title><content type='html'>We have a slight situation here, people.&lt;br /&gt;It appears our admin lady (ahem, that would be me) has lost the password to the admin account. And also the password for the email for the admin account.&lt;br /&gt;So I can't add the new people.&lt;br /&gt;Or make any changes.&lt;br /&gt;Or do anything, really.&lt;br /&gt;If I told any of you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE email it to me at miriana@hiptop.com.au and I will love you forever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, dears.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video as a plea for forgiveness!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I know it's super old, and you've probably all seen it, but I still find it hilarious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5a9cjkh9DU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5a9cjkh9DU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Yeah, I probably just scarred you all for life. Sorry about that, too.&lt;br /&gt;That chick deserves a medal for being able to fangirl over someone whose name she doesn't know, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6231962176533792117?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6231962176533792117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6231962176533792117&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6231962176533792117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6231962176533792117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-oops.html' title='Um. Oops.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1694577104560963836</id><published>2008-04-20T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T04:41:23.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>Numbers Are Fun!</title><content type='html'>Post count on the main TSN boards right now: 126.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of songs I have written thus far this year: 83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amount of cupcakes I made yesterday: 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I have said "WTF?!" over the engagement of AshWentzDay: 306.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long I laughed today at the fact that my conservative Serbian grandfather was a huge Alice Cooper fan: Too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my mother has yelled at me over trivial things today: 928139.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days till the Panic! At the Disco show: 4 months and 3 days. ohyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1694577104560963836?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1694577104560963836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1694577104560963836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1694577104560963836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1694577104560963836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/numbers-are-fun.html' title='Numbers Are 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7610458314174095277</id><published>2008-04-15T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:18:33.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miri is tired and bored'/><title type='text'>Hey guess what!</title><content type='html'>It's Max's birthday soon.&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;-is awesome.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-7610458314174095277?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7610458314174095277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7610458314174095277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7610458314174095277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7610458314174095277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-guess-what.html' title='Hey guess what!'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5159653635652964810</id><published>2008-04-15T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:19:40.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you wish you could be as cool as miri'/><title type='text'>I thought I'd post a short story as well.</title><content type='html'>Except I fail at everything!&lt;br /&gt;So here is a short story written in the 1920s by New Zealand writer Katherine Mansfield.&lt;br /&gt;She was this super rebellious friend of Virginia Woolf who had a husband and a girlfriend at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Pwn'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is possibly the cutest thing ever, it is called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sun and Moon".&lt;br /&gt;(please to be ignoring the [page something] things. I can't be bothered deleting them all, rofl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; IN the afternoon the chairs came, a whole big cart full of little gold ones with their legs in the air. And then the flowers came. When you stared down from the balcony at the people carrying them the flower pots looked like funny awfully nice hats nodding up the path.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Moon thought they were hats. She said: "Look. There's a man wearing a palm on his head." But she never knew the difference between real things and not real ones.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; There was nobody to look after Sun and Moon. Nurse was helping Annie alter Mother's dress which was much-too-long-and-tight-under-the-arms and Mother was running all over the house and telephoning Father to be sure not to forget things. She only had time to say: "Out of my way, children!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; They kept out of her way–at any rate Sun did. He did so hate being sent stumping back to the nursery. It didn't matter about Moon. If she got tangled in people's legs they only threw her up and shook her till she squeaked. But Sun was too heavy for that. He was so heavy that the fat man  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="209"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 209]&lt;/i&gt;   who came to dinner on Sundays used to say: "Now, young man, let's try to lift you." And then he'd put his thumbs under Sun's arms and groan and try and give it up at last saying: "He's a perfect little ton of bricks!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Nearly all the furniture was taken out of the dining-room. The big piano was put in a corner and then there came a row of flower pots and then there came the goldy chairs. That was for the concert. When Sun looked in a white faced man sat at the piano–not playing, but banging at it and then looking inside. He had a bag of tools on the piano and he had stuck his hat on a statue against the wall. Sometimes he just started to play and then he jumped up again and looked inside. Sun hoped he wasn't the concert.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; But of course the place to be in was the kitchen. There was a man helping in a cap like a blancmange, and their real cook, Minnie, was all red in the face and laughing. Not cross at all. She gave them each an almond finger and lifted them up on to the flour bin so that they could watch the wonderful things she and the man were making for supper. Cook brought in the things and he put them on dishes and trimmed them. Whole fishes, with their heads and eyes and tails still on, he sprinkled with red and green and yellow bits; he made squiggles all over the jellies, he stuck a collar on a ham and put a very thin sort of a fork in it; he dotted almonds and tiny round biscuits on  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 210]&lt;/i&gt;   the creams. And more and more things kept coming.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Ah, but you haven't seen the ice pudding," said Cook. "Come along." Why was she being so nice, thought Sun as she gave them each a hand. And they looked into the refrigerator.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Oh! Oh! Oh! It was a little house. It was a little pink house with white snow on the roof and green windows and a brown door and stuck in the door there was a nut for a handle.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When Sun saw the nut he felt quite tired and had to lean against Cook.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Let me touch it. Just let me put my finger on the roof," said Moon, dancing. She always wanted to touch all the food. Sun didn't.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Now, my girl, look sharp with the table," said Cook as the housemaid came in.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "It's a picture, Min," said Nellie. "Come along and have a look." So they all went into the dining-room. Sun and Moon were almost frightened. They wouldn't go up to the table at first; they just stood at the door and made eyes at it. It wasn't real night yet but the blinds were down in the dining-room and the lights turned on–and all the lights were red roses. Red ribbons and bunches of roses tied up the table at the corners. In the middle was a lake with rose petals floating on it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "That's where the ice pudding is to be," said Cook. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="211"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 211]&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Two silver lions with wings had fruit on their backs, and the salt cellars were tiny birds drinking out of basins.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And all the winking glasses and shining plates and sparkling knives and forks–and all the food. And the little red table napkins made into roses. . . .   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Are people going to eat the food?" asked Sun.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I should just think they were," laughed Cook, laughing with Nellie. Moon laughed, too; she always did the same as other people. But Sun didn't want to laugh. Round and round he walked with his hands behind his back. Perhaps he never would have stopped if Nurse hadn't called suddenly: "Now then, children. It's high time you were washed and dressed." And they were marched off to the nursery.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; While they were being unbuttoned Mother looked in with a white thing over her shoulders; she was rubbing stuff on her face.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I'll ring for them when I want them, Nurse, and then they can just come down and be seen and go back again," said she.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sun was undressed first, nearly to his skin, and dressed again in a white shirt with red and white daisies speckled on it, breeches with strings at the sides and braces that came over, white socks and red shoes.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Now you're in your Russian costume," said Nurse, flattening down his fringe.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Am I?" said Sun. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="212"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 212]&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Yes. Sit quiet in that chair and watch your little sister."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Moon took ages. When she had her socks put on she pretended to fall back on the bed and waved her legs at Nurse as she always did, and every time Nurse tried to make her curls with a finger and a wet brush she turned round and asked Nurse to show her the photo of her brooch or something like that. But at last she was finished too. Her dress stuck out, with fur on it, all white; there was even fluffy stuff on the legs of her drawers. Her shoes were white with big blobs on them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "There you are, my lamb," said Nurse. "And you look like a sweet little cherub of a picture of a powder-puff!" Nurse rushed to the door. "Ma'am, one moment."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mother came in again with half her hair down.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Oh," she cried. "What a picture!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Isn't she," said Nurse.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And Moon held out her skirts by the tips and dragged one of her feet. Sun didn't mind people not noticing him–much. . . .   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; After that they played clean tidy games up at the table while Nurse stood at the door, and when the carriages began to come and the sound of laughter and voices and soft rustlings came from down below she whispered: "Now then, children, stay where you are." Moon kept jerking the table cloth so that it all hung down her side and Sun hadn't any–and then she pretended she didn't do it on purpose. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="213"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 213]&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; At last the bell rang. Nurse pounced at them with the hair brush, flattened his fringe, made her bow stand on end, and joined their hands together.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Down you go!" she whispered.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And down they went. Sun did feel silly holding Moon's hand like that but Moon seemed to like it. She swung her arm and the bell on her coral bracelet jingled.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; At the drawing-room door stood Mother fanning herself with a black fan. The drawing-room was full of sweet smelling, silky, rustling ladies and men in black with funny tails on their coats–like beetles. Father was among them, talking very loud, and rattling something in his pocket.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "What a picture!" cried the ladies. "Oh, the ducks! Oh, the lambs! Oh, the sweets! Oh, the pets!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; All the people who couldn't get at Moon kissed Sun, and a skinny old lady with teeth that clicked said: "Such a serious little poppet," and rapped him on the head with something hard.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sun looked to see if the same concert was there, but he was gone. Instead, a fat man with a pink head leaned over the piano talking to a girl who held a violin at her ear.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; There was only one man that Sun really liked. He was a little grey man, with long grey whiskers, who walked about by himself. He came up to Sun and rolled his eyes in a very nice way and said: "Hullo, my lad." Then he went away. But soon  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 214]&lt;/i&gt;   he came back again and said: "Fond of dogs?" Sun said: "Yes." But then he went away again and though Sun looked for him everywhere he couldn't find him. He thought perhaps he'd gone outside to fetch in a puppy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Good night, my precious babies," said Mother, folding them up in her bare arms. "Fly up to your little nest."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Then Moon went and made a silly of herself again. She put up her arms in front of everybody and said: "My Daddy must carry me."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; But they seemed to like it, and Daddy swooped down and picked her up as he always did.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Nurse was in such a hurry to get them to bed that she even interrupted Sun over his prayers and said: "Get on with them, child, &lt;i&gt;do.&lt;/i&gt;" And the moment after they were in bed and in the dark except for the nightlight in its little saucer.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Are you asleep?" asked Moon.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "No," said Sun. "Are you?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "No," said Moon.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A long while after Sun woke up again. There was a loud, loud noise of clapping from downstairs, like when it rains. He heard Moon turn over.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Moon, are you awake?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Yes, are you?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Yes. Well, let's go and look over the stairs."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; They had just got settled on the top step when the drawing-room door opened and they heard the party cross over the hall into the dining-room.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 215]&lt;/i&gt;   Then that door was shut; there was a noise of "pops" and laughing. Then that stopped and Sun saw them all walking round and round the lovely table with their hands behind their backs like he had done. Round and round they walked, looking and staring. The man with the grey whiskers liked the little house best. When he saw the nut for a handle he rolled his eyes like he did before and said to Sun: "Seen the nut?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Don't nod your head like that, Moon."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I'm not nodding. It's you."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "It is not. I never nod my head."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "O–oh, you do. You're nodding it now."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I'm not. I'm only showing you how not to do it."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When they woke up again they could only hear Father's voice very loud, and Mother, laughing away. Father came out of the dining-room, bounded up the stairs, and nearly fell over them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Hullo!" he said. "By Jove, Kitty, come and look at this."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mother came out. "Oh, you naughty children," said she from the hall.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Let's have 'em down and give 'em a bone," said Father. Sun had never seen him so jolly.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "No, certainly not," said Mother.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Oh, my Daddy, do! Do have us down," said Moon.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I'm hanged if I won't," cried Father. "I won't  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="216"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 216]&lt;/i&gt;   be bullied. Kitty–way there." And he caught them up, one under each arm.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sun thought Mother would have been dreadfully cross. But she wasn't. She kept on laughing at Father.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Oh, you dreadful boy!" said she. But she didn't mean Sun.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Come on, kiddies. Come and have some pickings," said this jolly Father. But Moon stopped a minute.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Mother–your dress is right off one side."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Is it?" said Mother. And Father said "Yes" and pretended to bite her white shoulder, but she pushed him away.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And so they went back to the beautiful dining-room. But–oh! oh! what had happened. The ribbons and the roses were all pulled untied. The little red table napkins lay on the floor, all the shining plates were dirty and all the winking glasses. The lovely food that the man had trimmed was all thrown about, and there were bones and bits and fruit peels and shells everywhere. There was even a bottle lying down with stuff coming out of it on to the cloth and nobody stood it up again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And the little pink house with the snow roof and the green windows was broken–broken–half melted away in the centre of the table.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Come on, Sun," said Father, pretending not to notice. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a name="217"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Page 217]&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Moon lifted up her pyjama legs and shuffled up to the table and stood on a chair, squeaking away.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Have a bit of this ice," said Father, smashing in some more of the roof.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mother took a little plate and held it for him; she put her other arm round his neck.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Daddy. Daddy," shrieked Moon. "The little handle's left. The little nut. Kin I eat it?" And she reached across and picked it out of the door and scrunched it up, biting hard and blinking.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Here, my lad," said Father.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; But Sun did not move from the door. Suddenly he put up his head and gave a loud wail.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I think it's horrid–horrid–horrid! " he sobbed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "There, you see! "said Mother. "You see!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Off with you," said Father, no longer jolly. "This moment. Off you go!"  &lt;/p&gt; And wailing loudly, Sun stumped off to the nursery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5159653635652964810?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5159653635652964810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5159653635652964810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5159653635652964810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5159653635652964810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Rain - A short story</title><content type='html'>It is raining.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles at the rain on the window and rolls over to wake him up. She starts as she rolls into emptiness. What a big bed. He doesn’t sleep here anymore. He doesn’t live here, doesn’t sleep next to her, doesn’t make the flat echo. She curls into a ball. The morning doesn’t seem quite so appealing anymore. She flops over to the couch, sighs and grabs the television remote. Saturday morning television. She turns it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she lies on the couch, she wonders what he is doing. Is he asleep? Or eating breakfast? Or maybe, whispers a husky little voice in her mind, maybe he’s still curled up next to….No. She won’t think of that. She mopes into the kitchen. She looks around and can’t see anything to do in here. She isn’t hungry. She hardly eats anymore. She knows that he used to think that she was fat. She’s thinner now. Maybe she should send him a picture message? Maybe not. It’d be quicker to call. She glances at the phone. And looks away. She walks back into the bedroom. She tells herself she’s going back to make the bed, not running away. She is not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is her flat, a small flat, but there’s nothing to hide from anymore. She enters her room and sees the cordless phone. She drops onto the bed, sighing. She pulls the covers over her head, curls into a ball again and tries not to think of him. She rolls onto her side, lowers the doona and peeks at the phone. She shuts her eyes quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should call him. She wants to call him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks some more. She knows she really shouldn’t call him. He left her; he should be the one to call. A sigh escapes. She pulls the doona over her head again, so she can’t see the phone. She shuts her eyes and tries to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind drifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembers other days spent under doonas. Under this doona, in this bed. She was hiding then too. She can never remember what she did to make him so angry. She knows it must have been hard for him to live with her. She was always doing something wrong. She sighs. She wishes, under her breath, that she had tried harder to please him. Maybe if she called him again, if she told him she’d be better? This thought merits another sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls over, firmly putting her back to the phone. She tells herself to ignore him, to think about her family, her friends, anything else. Anything but him. Her friends then. She can see them in her mind. Laughing with her, laughing at her. She hasn’t seen them for so long. He didn’t get along with her friends. She scowls. She was thinking about him again. Why? What about her parents? He never liked them. To be fair, they didn’t like him either. She remembers the fights they’d had when she wanted to go home for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kicks out, then lays flat, her arms and legs stretched out. This morning is bad. She’d managed the last two weeks without moping much. All those memories, all the good days, all the bad days. Her breath escapes slowly. She remembers a lot of bad days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments, tantrums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels that she can’t have been as bad as he made out. She’d lived with other people before him. She hadn’t annoyed anyone else so much. She frowns, she’s still thinking of him. She wonders if he ever thinks about her any more. She reaches down to scratch her foot. She should just check, one more time, that he won’t change his mind. How could he not think of her? Maybe he really does miss her; maybe he’s just shy about calling her. Not that he was ever shy about anything. She remembers how people used to tell her she was shy around him. She supposes they just didn’t understand the relationship. The little voice whispers, traitorously, neither did you. Her frown deepens. She tells herself that she’s just being bitter, and that the relationship was just too complex to try to explain. Oh, yes, very complex. More subtle murmurs. You spoke and then he … No. The voice had no idea about it. The voice had no right to sneer at her. The voice had no right to judge. Everyone was always passing judgement about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone. Him. The voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she’d show the voice. She’d call him up and make the voice see how wrong it was. Oh God, she thinks, she was arguing with a figment of her imagination. She sighs and wriggles the doona down. She reaches for the phone. As she picks it up, something odd happens. Her throat tingles with remembered screams. She drops it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking her head as if to clear it, she places her hand on its cool plastic again. Her palm aches with not-quite-forgotten blows. She doesn’t understand. She wants to call him. She slowly removes her hand from the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice. Could it be that the voice was making her think these things? No. She knows it is just her mind, seeing what she wants to. Or hearing, in this case. She knows the truth. She was worth nothing to him. He was all she had had, all she had lived for. And now he is gone. She knows what she should do. She collects her little friends from their hiding place. She walks into the kitchen, this time completely ignoring the phone. Arriving at the sink, she pours a cool glass of water. She moves the glass to her mouth like a woman drugged. Why had it taken her so long to understand that this is what he had wanted of her? He had begun the task, by hurting her so, and she would finish it. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would never see it, but hours later, he would stand in the kitchen; looking over the wreck of the woman he had loved. He would explain to the detectives, show them the little glass bottles, give them the doctor’s contact details. He would describe her instability, her insanity, the wounds sustained from her. He would remember how he had loved her, how he had been so afraid of her, how she had refused his offers of help. He would blame himself. He would cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, she lies alone, and the rain continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1032322430829591479?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1032322430829591479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1032322430829591479&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1032322430829591479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1032322430829591479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-short-story.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Rain - A short story&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1082183933034808722</id><published>2008-04-06T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T03:52:12.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OH I WISH I WAS A PIRATE WHAT A SPIFFY PIRATE I WOULD BE'/><title type='text'>HEY.</title><content type='html'>We should make a new thread on the Rmy, to recruit new bloggers. y/y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, POST MORE, YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;BE GETTIN' BLOGGY WIF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wrote a &lt;a href="http://melodyjae.livejournal.com/954.html"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; of Panic! At the Disco's new album. Checkit, bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: llama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1082183933034808722?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1082183933034808722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1082183933034808722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1082183933034808722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1082183933034808722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey.html' title='HEY.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5352188007027012786</id><published>2008-03-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:36:31.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU GUYS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PANIC&apos;S NEW ALBUM IS LOVE'/><title type='text'>DESCRIBE ME IN THREE WORDS.</title><content type='html'>GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mean, fangirly, and impatient are already taken. Don't ask :c.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5352188007027012786?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5352188007027012786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5352188007027012786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5352188007027012786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5352188007027012786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/describe-me-in-three-words.html' title='DESCRIBE ME IN THREE WORDS.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3676224251043056494</id><published>2008-03-28T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:16:54.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;myup! smile today, please :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's like written with graffiti on 2 places in my town, and everytime i see it i'm like smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and i dunno why.. Well, because it says smile today, doh XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But it's actually pretty cewl, as I just found out, that the guy i like is probably the one who did it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ROFL isn't that like, random? It sure is awesome tho :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me loves art. me loves DeviantART, who loves it too? please check out my page :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;http://tine-chan.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I made it a few days ago :] and since i made it i've started to draw more again, so yay! I hadn't been drawing in AAAAAGES. :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've got some MCR and Naruto related drawings on there, as well as pretty colored drawings :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mweep. I'm torotally feeling creative today, dont mind my art-obsession :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;also, it's the weekend again! :D:D Tine is in love with the weekends -nod-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And i know I'm not the only one, raise your hand when you're in love with it too! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Random lesson of the day: Wateshi nan namai [insert name] des, is Japanese for: My name is [insert the same name] :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3676224251043056494?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3676224251043056494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3676224251043056494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3676224251043056494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3676224251043056494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/smile-today.html' title='Smile Today'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3310841981673206996</id><published>2008-03-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:16:52.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff and things'/><title type='text'>my plane had too much turbulence. and pretty font colors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;so, I went to florida for a week for spring break. it was really warm and stuff and i loved it. but there is a lot of lizards where we stay and one really really HUGE one got into the house last year. so when we got there we found a lot of dead lizard babies.&lt;br /&gt;o____O it was yuckie.&lt;br /&gt;anywho, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get dressed until 12pm everyday.&lt;br /&gt;we ate out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and watched movies. we rented  I Am Legend. and holy mother, it was sad. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but yeah we had fun and on both our flights there were little kids and they were really cute and funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;our house is really cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;where i live is really cold. i wanna go back to florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and i dont want school on tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;my dad just started a fire in the fire place :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HAPPY EASTER TO PEOPLE WHO CELEBRATE EASTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3310841981673206996?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3310841981673206996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3310841981673206996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3310841981673206996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3310841981673206996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-plane-had-too-much-turbulence-and.html' title='my plane had too much turbulence. and pretty font colors.'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1780156067632990662</id><published>2008-03-23T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:16:57.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMFG. IMAGINARY NUMBERS.'/><title type='text'>Proooooocrastination.</title><content type='html'>So, pretty much, I'm supposed to be working on a maths assignment for university. Buuttttt, I'm tired and cranky because I'm tired and cranky. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;I go to uni 4 days a week (my Fridays suck so much. 9 am til 7 pm NO BREAKS) and then work for the remaining 3. I love my job. And I love going to uni. But I also love having free time, which I now have NONE OF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay, see. I have these two awesome new friends. Gavin and Thomas. Gavin, who I may or may not be developing a small ~thing~ for, is pretty much the awesomest thing ever. He has a framed poster of the original 150 Pokemon above his bed. Thomas is the cooooooooooolest cat in town. He sings to me and I share my cupcakes with him. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spend a sqillion dollars in phone credit a day on these boys, because apparently they miss me so much during the three days that I don't spend in classes/mucking around in the cafeteria/playing randoms sports with them that they feel the need to message me. All the time. Even at 2.30 IN THE MORNING when they've been drinking. T__________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW THAT YOU'RE ALL UPDATED ON MY FAAAAANTASTIC LIFE, YOUR NORMAL VIEWING PROGRAMME WILL RESUME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1780156067632990662?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1780156067632990662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1780156067632990662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1780156067632990662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1780156067632990662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/proooooocrastination.html' title='Proooooocrastination.'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3158889974508595533</id><published>2008-03-21T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T04:07:03.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teehee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this may have been the fault of miri'/><title type='text'>NSFW!!!11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/805/538/rated_r.3oiolscv6q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3158889974508595533?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3158889974508595533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3158889974508595533&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3158889974508595533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3158889974508595533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/nsfw11.html' title='NSFW!!!11'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1149820368556476662</id><published>2008-03-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:15:06.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl interrupted wins over thirteen as far as teen angst and or fucked upness movies go'/><title type='text'>NO MOARR SCHOOOOOLLL!</title><content type='html'>..for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But still! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Today we only had to go till 1:15pm, so we basically did nothing in the classes we did have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Politics, because our teacher was away, we had the Chinese teacher as a sub.&lt;br /&gt;She is the FUNNIEST LITTLE OLD LADY EVER. Really.&lt;br /&gt;She's about half the height of everyone in my class, and she started doing some yoga-style thing in the middle of class, rotfl.&lt;br /&gt;And then people were throwing paper at each other and one hit the teacher accidentally O_O.&lt;br /&gt;And she started yelling in Chinese D:&lt;br /&gt;But then she was all like "HAHAHA, I JOKE." And it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;So then she starts talking about how she is too old so she's going to retire soon, because she lives almost an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;And one girl asks "Where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;So she goes "MAI HOUSE, HAHAHAHA." O_O. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had English, and for some reason we watched the movie Thirteen. And my English teacher was sitting there going "OMG I'M GONNA GET FIRED FOR LETTING YOU WATCH THIS."&lt;br /&gt;But it's a shitty movie anyway, tbh. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit too "OH DRUGS AND SMOKING AND TONGUE PIERCINGS AND SELF-HARM ARE AWESOME, BLAH BLAH BLAH" for me, but hey. It's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soyes.&lt;br /&gt;That was my day.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to go shopping for a new piano :/&lt;br /&gt;Because my parents' knowledge of pianos/music in general consists of: It sounds pretty!&lt;br /&gt;o_o.&lt;br /&gt;:].&lt;br /&gt;So how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1149820368556476662?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1149820368556476662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1149820368556476662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1149820368556476662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1149820368556476662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-moarr-schooooolll.html' title='NO MOARR SCHOOOOOLLL!'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6759079158391095119</id><published>2008-03-18T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:14:14.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a whiiiiile...&lt;br /&gt;since I have, two people I knew died unexpectedly (one was 80-ish, basically my third grandma, in a fire. The second was a boy I was in band with--sweetest kid I've ever met--and he died on Friday, of flu/pneumonia/MRSA staph infection.), and I am now failing Math.&lt;br /&gt;not to be depressing or anything. :/ It just kind of had to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhh on a lighter note!&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking painting classes every Saturday, and they are fucking awesome. It's at the museum in Boston, and we have a studio on the third floor, separate from all the galleries, so we play music (we can bring in mix cds when we want to), and paint acrylics for two hours. Sometimes I even talk to people! :o Pretty amazing, seeing how I kind of hate people.&lt;br /&gt;I also have been conquering my internet addiction \o/. Not that I don't still spend ages online, I just have more control. And I do more homework. (I'm still trying to work out how all this has led to failing Math. Maybe the internet has a positive effect on the left side of my brain??)&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the Beatles. wooo.&lt;br /&gt;And I've recently fallen back in love with The Black Parade. For a while I wasn't listening to it because I had played it so much for so long, but now it's awesome again. And the artwork, and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you guys have been having a better time than I have.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Roz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6759079158391095119?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6759079158391095119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6759079158391095119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6759079158391095119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6759079158391095119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>astROZombie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05254180743740166309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5465332208111001634</id><published>2008-03-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:29:23.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I won&apos;t be home for Christmas'/><title type='text'>In case you didn't already know, failing a math test sucks.</title><content type='html'>I actually don't know for certain that I failed, but I know I didn't do too well.&lt;br /&gt;But afterwards, my math teacher gave us all Easter eggs, so that fully makes up for the fact that my average score will now also suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Bring Me the &lt;s&gt;Hairspray&lt;/s&gt; Horizon are coming to Melbourne and I can't go. -sulks-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL UNTIL A FABULOUS TWO WEEK HOLIDAY -dances-!&lt;br /&gt;It's proving to be a fucking awful week, too.&lt;br /&gt;Today was school photos, ew, death, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a Religion test, which will be easy but boring, and then an English test on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my friend, who went to boarding school last year, visited us at school :D. I was like "MOOOOOOONDAAAAAAAYYY" because that is what I call her. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;She could only stay for a little while, but 'twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is going away on camp tomorrow and I am so happy, I might just die. AHH YAY. &gt;_&gt; I'm horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 40 degrees here and I'm fucking melting D:&lt;br /&gt;40 degrees is 104 degrees to Americans, I think o_o. Anyway. I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the Day/Week/Month/Etc:&lt;br /&gt;If I had twelve apples, and took away two apples, how awesome is Miri?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5465332208111001634?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5465332208111001634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5465332208111001634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5465332208111001634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5465332208111001634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-case-you-didnt-already-know-failing.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t already know, failing a math test sucks.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4951900194519211534</id><published>2008-03-15T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:43:44.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;last night me and 2 of my friends gave a party at my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I was so scared for it to fail horribly but it ended up amazing =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;except for a few things tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;one of our friends felt down and she didnt want to come downstairs again so she went to bed :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she lives like on the other side of the country and she left really soon today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so we've hardly seen her :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This other friend of ours, likes another friend, so he asked her out, but she rejected him (for the second time.. so he shouldve known she'd say no) And the rrest of the night he felt shitty and drank a lot.. :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But! one positive thing. The guy i like was there too. and we kissed. Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Just like in my first blog on here. Same guy. ROFL! i hope we dont need another 2 months to kiss again. roflmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So anyrays my mission is completed (my friend had a mission for me: To kiss him this night, no matter if he likes me or not. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Also, one of my friends gave me this keychain of Sasuke from Naruto :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was so happy, rofl. Im so obsessed with Naruto XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Actually, after posting this blog, imma watch some naruto xD *is seeing the whole series for the third time... but without the fillers, so its about 220 episodes of 20 minutes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*its the third time since the end of the summer holidays last year.* ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And between then and now I've seen about 10 other animes too, and ive read 16 manga's XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I seriously have no life. But i like this no-life of mine :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*naruto suit colors*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4951900194519211534?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4951900194519211534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4951900194519211534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4951900194519211534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4951900194519211534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/partyyyyy.html' title='Partyyyyy'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6304144105999698360</id><published>2008-03-13T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:00:30.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shinyshiny MacBook'/><title type='text'>O_O Friends?</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have friends at uni now.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x32/maximusdestructo/Photo30.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin (pink hair), Thomas (up front), Sanatsu and Maaaaaxxx. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x32/maximusdestructo/Photo27.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas and Max, pop art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing with Photo Booth on my new shinyshiny MacBook in the refectory between classes this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6304144105999698360?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6304144105999698360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6304144105999698360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6304144105999698360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6304144105999698360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/oo-friends.html' title='O_O Friends?'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2393531145429346691</id><published>2008-03-12T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:44:04.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miri is a weirdo ohyes'/><title type='text'>DUDE.</title><content type='html'>Who remembers Sabrina the Teenage Witch?!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED THAT SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I got cable TV last week &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2393531145429346691?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2393531145429346691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2393531145429346691&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2393531145429346691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2393531145429346691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/dude.html' title='DUDE.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2158343940556857551</id><published>2008-03-08T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:44:18.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid freshmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retarded'/><title type='text'>Stupid Freshmen....and Rainbow Colors!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes I do know it's bad the entire freshmen class on a whole because not all of them are stupid and immature but this week I experienced the epitome of freshman stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So in my friend's AP Human Geography class, a class only offered to freshmen, this chick Monica was giving her boyfriend Tim a hand job in the middle of class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WITH EVERYONE WATCHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone was like WTF?!? but the substitute teacher was completely and utterly unaware of the situation leaving the rest of the class to be scarred for life. Of course for the rest of the day the witnesses told the story to anyone who would listen including one Biology teacher and one Geometry teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;By the next day, the entire school seemed to know and everyone in that class got called down by one of the assistant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;principals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; to write a report on the incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;At the end of the week both Tim and Monica [the culprits] were expelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I bet my band director was pissed off cause Tim was in band and we have State FBA[band assessment] next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Lesson: Don't give hand jobs to your boyfriend in class. You'll get caught and expelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2158343940556857551?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2158343940556857551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2158343940556857551&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2158343940556857551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2158343940556857551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-freshmen.html' title='Stupid Freshmen....and Rainbow Colors!!!'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-8892951050500937872</id><published>2008-03-08T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T07:29:35.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la boum is weird.'/><title type='text'>my computer broke again :[[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this girl in my class made me drop it cause she tried to snatch it from me.&lt;br /&gt;:[[&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS FIXED NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i have to reinstall everything and find all my bookmarks again.&lt;br /&gt;its a pain :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO,&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL TRYOUTS ARE TODAY FOR MY SUMMER TEAMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;im excited.&lt;br /&gt;and somewhat nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in french class at school, we watched this movie called la boum, and it was really good. but it was weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The film tells the story of a 13-year-old girl, Vic, who falls in love with a boy from the same school. She and her friends are anxious to explore relationships at "boums", or parties, without the watchful eyes of their parents. At the same time, Vic's parents have extramarital relationships before reuniting towards the end of the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird, and very scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;most french classes had to fast forward through the sexual stuff, but my class didnt. i think its cause our teacher is really french, and she really doesnt care.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-8892951050500937872?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8892951050500937872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=8892951050500937872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8892951050500937872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8892951050500937872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-computer-broke-again.html' title='my computer broke again :[['/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6384842746873577424</id><published>2008-03-05T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:39:04.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmpff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I went in and no one was talking to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well people were but not like Rebecca &amp;amp; Aedin and stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So then I went and had lunch with Robyn &amp;amp; Elisha (people I hung out with yesterday) and Elisha is kinda brazen but not in a bad w-y so she went up to Jessica and said that what Rebecca did yesterday was lousy and stuff and then Jessica said this shit that Rebecca said she never wanted to go to town and she wanted to go to Douglas all along and I was making her do all this stuff and ...argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But Elisha just told her that was shit because Jessica started this rumour that Elisha had slept with this guy when she was thirteen and all this bs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   And earlier in the day (2nd period out of 7...usually 9 but half day today) we had art and thats a mixed class so theres only like 3 people from my base class there and me and Rebecca usually sit next to each other so I went and sat where we usually sit but she went and sat next to others from our class and completely ingored me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;      Im so fucking pissed off because when Ive been wrong in a fight I admit it and dont go telling other people that the other person did all this stuff wrong when it was actually me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   So for the last three classes I went and sat next to Jennifer cause I was fucking fed up with all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And remember ages ago when I wasnt getting on with Aedin etc...well I used to be able to go and hang with Katie &amp;amp; Fiona but recently Jessica,Rebecca and Aedin have been licking their asses so theyve taken their side!And Rebecca used alw-ys be the agreeeable one and....argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   But then in English we went on to this new poem called ' Miracle on Saint David's Day' cause weve finished The Merchant Of Venice and my teacher,even though hes a bit of a perv todl me I did well in class but I was kinda glad cause the others were by the lockers so they overheard.Aaah petty little things can help sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Big long rambling rant thing that most probably makes no sense and has about 10000000 'and's in it butttt....what can you say for the playstation generation ehh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sinéad xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6384842746873577424?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6384842746873577424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6384842746873577424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6384842746873577424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6384842746873577424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmpff.html' title='hmpff.'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5677158718741803796</id><published>2008-03-04T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:15:23.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a type of murder where nobody dies'/><title type='text'>Y'know what's weird?</title><content type='html'>When you see people you've always thought were scary or intimidating or something, and they're crying.&lt;br /&gt;This girl burst into tears in class today O_O. D:&lt;br /&gt;It was just a bit strange.&lt;br /&gt;I hope her friends are worrying about her and trying to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today I drove down this street where I had this, um, breakdown or something in, last year (it was actually in the car on the way to school, and mum told me to get out of the car and walk home, so I walked, crying, for about an hour and it was not fun). It was also strange, because I was a bit hyper on Coke (THE SODA. NOT THE DRUG! -dies-), and laughing, and then I realised where I was and how bad I felt then. But so much has changed. It never occured to me, until today, how much happier I am now. "&lt;i&gt;Things have changed for me, but that's okay&lt;/i&gt;", etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other less depressing news, I moved into my new house a few days ago ^_^! It's lovely, I heart it muchly. I shall take pictures of it and post them so you can all share in the lovelyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new obsession is Emilie Autumn. She is a classically trained violinist, but her band (Emilie Autumn and the Bloody Crumpets, yes I know, best band name ever) plays this kind of dark-cabaret-gothic-industrial-electronic-type music. It's good, if you're weird like meeee. My favourite song of her's is currently Opheliac :DD.&lt;br /&gt;Note the Shakespeare reference! Yesyes!&lt;br /&gt;And she recites Hamlet's letter to Ophelia in it, /death.&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY OUT-CRAZIES OPHELIA! Twitchtwitch! (Except Miri, possibly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got four SACs next week O_O! SACs are School Assessed Courseworks, by the way, and are pretty much mini exams. I have one for Legal Studies, one for Literature, one for Religion (ew), and one for English.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I don't have to study much for Literature and English, as they're just essays and we won't know the topic until the day of the SAC.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out about Legal Studies though, because it's a year 12 subject (I'm in year 11), so it counts towards my final mark next year and therefore what university courses I'll get into. Ahh, freak out, etc. But my last Legal Studies SAC wasn't too bad, so I think I'll be okay. Also, I love Legal Studies, because I am a massive nerd, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, Laura, turns 17 tomorrow! Yaaaayyy! She likes The Simpsons and Futurama, Operator Please, Dale Thomas (he's an Australian football player in the worst team ever, aka: Collingwood), and saying to me "YOU SUCK! ...Pete Wentz!" (T_T Jeez, thanks). I will try and force her to look at this, so wish her a happy birthday :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;http://galadarling.com/article/house-of-holland&lt;br /&gt;^ Funniest. Rhymes. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make some up!&lt;br /&gt;My one at the moment is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE A SEXY LUMP&lt;br /&gt;PATRICK MARTIN STUMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5677158718741803796?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5677158718741803796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5677158718741803796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5677158718741803796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5677158718741803796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/yknow-whats-weird_04.html' title='Y&apos;know what&apos;s weird?'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6884288410859781159</id><published>2008-03-04T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:10:39.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, first off sorry I haven't posted much recently but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I was fighting with a few of my friends and I didn't even know why they were bummed at me?Well I was back friends with them and everything was going grand but then today we were off at 11.30am cause 1st years had parent-teacher meetings!&lt;br /&gt;So I was meant to go to town with Rebecca &amp;amp; Aedin.And I came in this morning and Rebecca was like "YOURE STILL COMING TO TOWN RIGHT?" so I said yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But then during our four periods she decided she didn't want to go to town she wanted to go to Douglas (just this little shopping village thing nearby that is full of chavs with knives and nothing fun to do) with others.And I had no house key and nothing to do so I was seriously on the verge of tears when they all left and I rang my mom and said that I had to get the bus into town to get the house key off her and then the bus back out again!&lt;br /&gt;But then when I was waiting for the bus these other girls from my class who Ive alw-ys been friendly with but not friends friends if you get me invited me to go with them so then I was happy and everything was cool.&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno whether to continue being pissed with Rebecca or is it even worth the hassle?&lt;br /&gt;But I dont wanna cause trouble between my other friends cause they will most definetly take her side!but last week I said lets do something next tuesday and she said yeah!So I know Im not in the wrong cause she knows I hate douglas cause before I nearly got beaten up by annoying chavs!&lt;br /&gt;But in town me &amp;amp; Robyn &amp;amp; Jennifer got really hyper in the cinema bathrooms rofl!&lt;br /&gt;And we saw the accidental husband which was okay but I love Jeffrey Dean Morgan acuse he was in Grey's Anatomy and Im sorta obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah the joys of being a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinéad xoxo&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/6452232215865199850-6884288410859781159?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6884288410859781159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6884288410859781159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6884288410859781159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6884288410859781159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-today.html' title='Well Today.'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4039981361620390975</id><published>2008-03-03T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:04:11.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sooooo everythings back to normal for me. or something just like normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My friend feels depressed and i couldnt sleep tonight, i had only slept an hour before i needed to go to school, so i couldnt support my friend at school, cuz i stayed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gah. Saturdaynight was fun tho :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I flirted with the guy i like and i stole his ID after he'd stolen mine. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then he bit me, like playfully, cuz he wanted to get his ID back XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So ofcourse i bit him back, bwhaha. anyrays i got a bruise from him biting me O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i never heard of getting a bruise because of biting? well, it was fun anyrays. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;gah. So he said sorry about the bruise. yay xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;anyrays. imma comfort my other friend now, cuz she and her bf broke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and we're gonna eat lots of chocolate and ben&amp;amp;jerry's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Short blogs FTW. rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4039981361620390975?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4039981361620390975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4039981361620390975&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4039981361620390975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4039981361620390975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-crap.html' title='Ah crap.'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6469356713647323137</id><published>2008-03-02T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:08:56.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merr'/><title type='text'>i hate homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it kinda sucks :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sooo i went to a dance on friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and like, NOBODY was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i hung out with my guy friend the ENTIRE TIME. and we've never really hung out 1on1 before, so we were like, whoa, we have a lot in common. we should talk more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so now we're having this LONGGGG conversation on facebook and everyone thinks we're, like, flirting and whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but 1: he has a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2: he's my best friends ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3:WE'RE JUST TALKING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and people wont leave me alone about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;seriously, why do i have to have a "thing" for a guy if im talking to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;besides that stupidity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i realized that i still cant scream from the linkin park concert. like, 3 weeks ago. o___o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i wanna see the movie across the universe. idk why i havent seen it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OH OH OH my basketball team is having one last team dinner, and it's gonna be fun i'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and now im posting a dane cook video, cause i was watching it last night at around 3AM, and it made my night/morning/whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOoSsPWgEAw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOoSsPWgEAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6469356713647323137?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6469356713647323137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6469356713647323137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6469356713647323137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6469356713647323137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-homework.html' title='i hate homework.'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5339692943027464976</id><published>2008-03-02T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:34:26.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Kimmel is fucking ben affleck'/><title type='text'>I heart YouTube.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jimmy Kimmel insanity. Spot Mr Wentz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIQrBouWRiE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIQrBouWRiE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5339692943027464976?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5339692943027464976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5339692943027464976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5339692943027464976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5339692943027464976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-heart-youtube.html' title='I heart YouTube.'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2173030139012655922</id><published>2008-02-28T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:03:48.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant woman pilates ftw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can&apos;t download a baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llama llama duck'/><title type='text'>An Update From Miri~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/28/funny-pictures-ohai-st/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/funny-pictures-oh-hai-street.jpg" style="word-spacing:545487px;font-size:545487px;" alt="Humorous Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a rant about mah dayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry right now that I think my stomach is trying to eat itself. Seriously. If my stomach could talk, it would be like "RAGGGHH, HUNGER: I HAS IT! OH HEY, I CAN EAT MYSELF! NOM NOM NOM!".&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had Legal Studies. Units 3/4! Which means I'm in with the scary year 12s :c Who aren't really that scary. But anyway! It wasn't that interesting, and then, after recess, I had English which is DULLDULLDULL and I dislike it greatly. I usually adore English, but we do &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; during class. Rawr, die. Luckily I do Literature too, and that's pretty hard (we're a combined 11/12 class :/). Anyway, after that I had Sport (they force us to do sport so we don't get fat, hmph), and we did pilates with our fatty instructor lady. She was only a fatty because she's pregnant, though. And if you ever get the chance to watch a pregnant lady do pilates, DO IT, because it is HILARIOUS. &lt;br /&gt;So then we had lunch and me and my friend went through sheet music books to find some songs for OUR BAND to play. Yes. We have a band. But not really, because it's just me playing piano and her singing, and mainly because it's a requirement that I take part in an ensemble for my VCE Music class (VCE = HSC = year 11 and 12.). So after lunch I had Literature, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went and wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the radio lied to me last night and told me Pete Wentz was Trashlee Simpson's babydaddy.&lt;br /&gt;I died a little inside, because that would mean that Fall Out Boy would be all like "Oh, Pete is taking a break so we can't play shows or write" and I would cry.&lt;br /&gt;GO BACK TO JEANAE, PETE, PLS KTHX.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it was only because of the "You can't download a baby!" video, so it was LIES, ALL LIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today is Gender Swap Day*, so go pee standing up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;*May just be a day my friend and I made up. Conditions apply. If symptoms persist, see your doctor.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2173030139012655922?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2173030139012655922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2173030139012655922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2173030139012655922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2173030139012655922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/update-from-miri.html' title='An Update From Miri~!'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5063640376191719709</id><published>2008-02-28T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:12:16.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is max&apos;s last day of freedom.'/><title type='text'>ZOMG. UNIVERSITY.</title><content type='html'>I start next week.&lt;br /&gt;At the shittiest school in Australia, I swear to fucking god. *rolls eyes* There were just 2 places that offered precisely what I (think I) want to study. James Cook University in Cairns, which is where I live now, or Monash, in Melbourne. Both offered me places. And being the stupid fucking sensible loser that I am, I chose James Cook, because, 'If I decide that I don't like my course half way through the semester, I won't have wasted an exorbitant amount of money on moving and accomodation.'  &lt;sub&gt; I can't believe that I actually voiced that stuupidstupidstupid thought aloud. Because OF COURSE, my parents agreed. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, I'm studying Information Technology, with a major in Games Development, in case anyone was wondering. But I threw a tantrum until they let me take visual art as an elective. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5063640376191719709?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5063640376191719709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5063640376191719709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5063640376191719709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5063640376191719709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/zomg-university.html' title='ZOMG. UNIVERSITY.'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3725837056836733293</id><published>2008-02-27T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:02:10.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mweeeeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So yeah. ive got a fight with my friend. best friend. gah i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I so cant handle angry people or arguments, i just completely shut myself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;so i just say nothing. but then its like i dont care at all and just ignore her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;while im very upset and just don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;tho she knows this, but stilll we got into an even more huge fight because i did talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;see thats why i really love to just shut myself down. i cant fuck it up even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We're supposed to go to a concert (HIM) tomorrow with another friend (who's also involved in the fight but she was already sleeping, tho she's on my side) but gah i already wasn't in the mood to go to the concert, but this made me already hate this day (it's 1;50 AM, thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and yes the fight was about the concert, but its to complicated so i wont go into more details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh and I am also a sucker for falling in love with the wrong guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i alrays fall for the -bad- guys, guys who have no interest in me, or just want to use me or something. that that i've been used or anything, luckily i alrays know beforehand, but still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Its so hard for me to fall in love. and then when i do, its the wrong guy, who's a player or something &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;mweep. ill stop ranting now and talk about the fun things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me and another friend went shopping today, with no money XD still it was fun and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;then we bought loads of chocolate chip cookies, oreo's and other things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sat on this stairs with loads of skaters and looked for a cute guy to watch at XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;but we didnt find one. only scary or old guys O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ROFL. anyrays, i guess i need to watch 1 naruto-episode and then go to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;since tomorrow is gonna be a long day, probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i hope to enjoy HIM, even tho i never listened to their new album and never listened to their old songs in the last year, rofl. it sure will be nostalgic tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ily guys ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3725837056836733293?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3725837056836733293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3725837056836733293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3725837056836733293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3725837056836733293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/mweeeeh.html' title='mweeeeh'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7511449031302958793</id><published>2008-02-25T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:44:58.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the used'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaydar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay boys'/><title type='text'>Long Time, No Post...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;No, I haven't died. I've just been busy with band and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So what's new in my life? Well I have a new crush. On a gay boy. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;So, I first saw him last week at breakfast in school. He's so adorable and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So he was sandwiched between two girls at a table when I saw him. He has snakebites and a monroe piercing, short brown curly hair and he's Venezuelan. And according to my friend who's his old spanish class, [he got taken out cause it was too easy for him] he can't speak english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I thought he was cute I simultaneously knew he was gay. Which is weird because my gaydar fails at life. But I guess my human instincts kicked in and I just knew. This isn't the first time this has happened to me either. More like the 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one guy I liked was bisexual and I liked him for 3 years straight and this senior that graduated last year was definitely gay. So apparently I've got a subconscious thing for gay dudes. Watch my husband be gay and leave me for some other dude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my horrible taste in guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Next topic, last week while riding my bike back from Publix,  I crossed through some heavy duty traffic. I was screaming my head off the whole way across the street and I nearly got myself killed. Then some dumb bastard honked his horn at me and called me a N*gger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have cared had he called me a stupid bitch cause I did something stupid and I should have looked both ways before crossing the street. But the idiot had to bring race into it for reasons unknown to me. I a little pissed off but annoyed at the fact that ignorant people like him still exist. There are just some people that will never amount to anything in life and that asshole is one of them. Goddamn rednecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To end this on a happier note today is Bert McCracken[The Used's lead singer] birthday! Yay! He's 26 as of today. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6452232215865199850-7511449031302958793?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7511449031302958793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7511449031302958793&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7511449031302958793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7511449031302958793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time, No Post...?'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3904539195432739279</id><published>2008-02-24T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:59:28.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madina Lake own my soul.'/><title type='text'>Soundwave, Baby.</title><content type='html'>Woaaahhh. Saturday, as I mentioned in my last post, was the Soundwave music festival, in Brisbane, Australia. And it was pretty much the awesomest day of my life. *nods* Yup.&lt;br /&gt;We rocked up to the venue to see a line that was at least 2 kilometres long, but somehow, thanks to my ninja skillz, we managed to cut in right up the front. We still had to wait for at least half an hour in the midday sun (40 fucking degrees Celsius), but so did all the kids in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;So we got in, and got drinks (because the fuckers at the gates made everyone throw away their water bottles so we all had to spend a zillion dollars to buy more), and then headed straight to Stage 3, where Madina Lake were going to play. Some random (crappy) local band was playing, so we sat under a tree and waited. They finished and the crowd disappeared completely, so we abandoned our tree and went straight to the barrier. Where we waited. And waited. More sun. More sunburn. But still! Madina! Lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played, and it was awesome, and the pit was INSANE, and we got beaten up and crushed, but we got to pet Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;And thennnnnn, we decided to bail on seeing Motion City Soundtrack, and waited around by the side of the stage, because they'd promised to come out. Mae were playing, but there weren't many people around, and only like 10 of us waiting to meet the boys.&lt;br /&gt;They came out and were as excited as we were to meet them. They jumped around and hugged everyone and smelt baaaaaaaad and pretty much fangirled about Australia. I had to draw them a map to show them where they were on the east coast, and we gave them Vegemite and it was awesome. They all signed my copy of the album, and the twins signed my hat. We got photos with them all, which I'm about to post, but they're on my friend's camera, and she hasn't emailed them to me yet (&gt;_&gt; bisssshh) but I stole some of the ones from her myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x32/maximusdestructo/ML3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, Matthew and my friend Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x32/maximusdestructo/ML2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, Nathan and Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x32/maximusdestructo/ML1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max, Dan and Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Not sure why the first two are so tiny and the last is so huge..... T_T&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm pretty much in love with all four of these boys, who spent ages talking to us. And when we saw them again later that day, they remembered my name, and insisted on hugging me goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3904539195432739279?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3904539195432739279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3904539195432739279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3904539195432739279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3904539195432739279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/soundwave-baby.html' title='Soundwave, Baby.'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1886430782839439027</id><published>2008-02-22T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:00:45.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your eyes are the size of the moon baby'/><title type='text'>Do you know what I mean?</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting at my loverrrly piano (which I actually hate because it never stays in tune and sounds awful, but I'm getting a white grand piano and electric guitar soon, so I'm dealing with it), playing the Simpsons theme song (ftw), when all of a sudden I hear, coming from the television, those beautiful chords that make up the start of Panic(!) At the Disco's song, Nine in the Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't actually seen it yet, because the only internet I have at the moment is on my Sidekick (which is named Patkick, because Patrick Stump is Pete Wentz's "sidekick" and I am clever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I run to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;It's...crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it! I needa watch it a few more times though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bit where Brendon's in his pyjamas singing reminds me of the Paris Hilton sex tape (well, at least from what I've seen on the "get it on your mobile!" ads..) crossed with ADD, Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ryan is sooooooo pretty ._.&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Whoa, Ryan, you really out-gayed yourself this time! /swoon."&lt;br /&gt;I said to my sister "Ohmahgosh, Ryan looks like a sweet wittle bebe!" and she rolled her eyes and walked off :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might've liked the video to be a bit calmer though ._.&lt;br /&gt;Also it interupted the best bit in the Simpsons theme, bastards.&lt;br /&gt;And MOARR TEA PARTIES PLS!&lt;br /&gt;That's what the world needs: more tea parties. And possibly MCR albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think of it? ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more Dresden Dolls-ish music :c.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ART THOU, PUNK CABARET ARTISTS?!&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly there's a compilation CD called "A Dark Cabaret" or something, containing Coin-Operated Boy and other songs by different artists. Must. Have. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, really!&lt;br /&gt;Farewell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: So far this year I have written 32 songs. Who's proud of me? I'm proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Nobody's eyes/ears but mine will ever see them, Mwahahahahahaaarr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: I'm taking a break from the Rmy because of the intruders :c. It all put me in a sour mood. So that might be why you haven't seen me around lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS: Go to &lt;a href="http://www.lauraandmiri.blogspot.com"&gt;me and my friend's blog&lt;/a&gt;. We're awesome, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPS: Post-Scripts FTW, foo'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1886430782839439027?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1886430782839439027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1886430782839439027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1886430782839439027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1886430782839439027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-know-what-i-mean.html' title='Do you know what I mean?'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4898157545834714010</id><published>2008-02-22T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T05:28:03.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowww'/><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;SNOW DAYYY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;more like ice day cause like, theres a centimeter of snow on the ground but its really icey.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm watching rob and big and the avatar.&lt;br /&gt;and im really hungry...o_o&lt;br /&gt;rob and big is really funny. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THE OTHER DAY,&lt;br /&gt;i went to the linkin park concert, and it was amazinggg.&lt;br /&gt;but i lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;and it hasnt come back yet. lol&lt;br /&gt;but but but...i had a point to make...i forgot it o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo&lt;br /&gt;im really happy i dont have school today.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4898157545834714010?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4898157545834714010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4898157545834714010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4898157545834714010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4898157545834714010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!!!!'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6361960608593586336</id><published>2008-02-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:04:39.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max needs to find some other way to amuse herself.'/><title type='text'>Snack Attack</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday. Today is one of my days off. Today is also too fucking hot, and very boring. So I baked biscuits. They have chocolate chips. I don't know what they taste like yet, because they're as yet, too warm to eat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow, I have to go to work. Tomorrow is also my father's fiftieth birthday. My sisters and I bought him a big model ship. He has to build it. It was fucking expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after tomorrow is Saturday. The day after tomorrow is the day of the Soundwave music festival in Brisbane. The day after tomorrow is also the day that I have to get on a flight at 6.00 am. But I get to see Madina Lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6361960608593586336?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6361960608593586336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6361960608593586336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6361960608593586336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6361960608593586336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/snack-attack.html' title='Snack Attack'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7925015730244631393</id><published>2008-02-17T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:41:59.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miri has a rant mwahaha'/><title type='text'>Dear MCRmy,</title><content type='html'>Stick together.&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;We're an army, not a war.&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-7925015730244631393?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7925015730244631393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7925015730244631393&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7925015730244631393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7925015730244631393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-mcrmy.html' title='Dear MCRmy,'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3198966078866887542</id><published>2008-02-16T09:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:33:49.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing as I've only posted like 3 times. Now I shall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello Ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It is Saturday February 16th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Officially 2 days after Valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Belated V-Day to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And Miri, that poem was the snizzle mizzle wizzzle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;What ever that means &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, Tomorrow I have to go watch my friends band play at this club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;For an Exposure event. Lots of local DC greater area bands! Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Have any of you heard of the&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/fiveawesomegirls"&gt; fiveawesomegirls &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/fiveawesomeguys"&gt;fiveawesomeguys &lt;/a&gt;on YouTube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Their videos are pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently loving the Color Fred! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d24gk4niznc"&gt; Watch it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3198966078866887542?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3198966078866887542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3198966078866887542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3198966078866887542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3198966078866887542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/seeing-as-ive-only-posted-like-3-times_16.html' title='Seeing as I&apos;ve only posted like 3 times. Now I shall!'/><author><name>Anagirl1203</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1836610325369664684</id><published>2008-02-16T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T05:20:13.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend! Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;YAY. It's finally weekend :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've been really busy with school the past week, i had this examweek with only 3 exams, but I had like 4 projects due to yesterday too, so it has been very stressfull, as i also had to work in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Also, lots of people I know had their Bday the last week. Today it's my sis her bday, she turned 14 ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So it's gonna be cake and sweet things all day. Me and my friend dont even have to go on the bicycle to the bar we alrays go to (which takes almost an hour to get there) Cuz the best friend of my friends bf (confusing, eh?) he can drive and he's gonna pick us up and bring us back :D how luxurous xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Also, i dont have to work untill next friday, so thats nice! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We have this subjectweek next week, it's about poetry, philosophy and culture. those subjects rock, although im sure next week will suck, cuz my school is stupid and organises the stupidiest things you can do among those subjects &gt;.&lt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yay, yesterday i had to do this presentation and I could choose about whatever i wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;so i did it about gymnastics trainings in china. (dont ask how I came onto this subject xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Also i showed a short video about it:  http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=w5SBExBr6Ok&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My teacher was very positive, because i was the only one who showed a vid and I was also the only one who didnt read it from a paper :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;squee. Altho my exams went pretty bad, I am happy. so YAY. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm sure thats gonna change tonight, but gah, we'll see. I'll try to make the best out of it, and get the guy i like to like me, because I pwn. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(not really XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxoxoo Tine :]&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/6452232215865199850-1836610325369664684?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1836610325369664684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1836610325369664684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1836610325369664684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1836610325369664684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-finally.html' title='The Weekend! Finally!'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6134112247063802767</id><published>2008-02-14T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:29:42.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Does anyone even read these?'/><title type='text'>*Insert Nifty Title Here*</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day, I hope you all had a nice one, mine was rather boring. Though I did receive another card in the mail from an Rmy member today, so that was nice. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a busy weekend coming up, which is quite exciting for me because 90% of my weekends consist of sitting at home all day in front of the computer. Tomorrow I'm going to the mall and meeting a few Rmy members for the first time ever, which is awesome. And on Saturday I'm going to be seeing Linkin Park. :D Then I'll be going on a mini-vacation on Sunday and Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone taken this "freak test" before? It takes an insanely long time to do but it's rather amusing. Apparently I'm 33% freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://breakfast.itgo.com/freaktest.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course there's the Impossible Quiz:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only managed to get to number 43 or so on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6134112247063802767?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6134112247063802767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6134112247063802767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6134112247063802767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6134112247063802767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/insert-nifty-title-here.html' title='*Insert Nifty Title Here*'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328383438233569517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlVtB9sFJfY/R3VNNu84rTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GHDP0vrLj-E/S220/100_2575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2413660217297237203</id><published>2008-02-14T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:03:54.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single awareness day.'/><title type='text'>happy vday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i was gonna make a long post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i wrote it about 4 times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my computer kept shutting off randomly right when i was about to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my vday sucked for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope yours was better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if my computer works tomorrow i might post what i was gonna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;garrrrrhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s.SEE JUNO. I SAW IT LAST WEEKEND AND IM OBSESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okaybuhbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2413660217297237203?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2413660217297237203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2413660217297237203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2413660217297237203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2413660217297237203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-vday.html' title='happy vday!!'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3610511840628949060</id><published>2008-02-13T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:52:07.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALL THAT JAAAAAZZ'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Ah, Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;A day for cheap chocolates, half-dead flowers, and tacky cards.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I loathe Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;But I figured, 'cause I love you guys, I'd write you a typical sixteen-year-old-dude-trying-to-get-laid-but-failing-at-writing-anything poem! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clears throat.-&lt;br /&gt;May I present...&lt;b&gt;A poem for the MCRmy. By Miri.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;My dear MCRmy,&lt;br /&gt;I really love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;More than good beer (rotfl),&lt;br /&gt;More than Brendon Urie's butt (hehee!),&lt;br /&gt;Insert witty line here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all super smart,&lt;br /&gt;And real funny too,&lt;br /&gt;If I, like, totally had to choose between partying with Britney Spears, Pete Wentz, or you guys,&lt;br /&gt;I'd so choose you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are great,&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates are too,&lt;br /&gt;But you all rock so much,&lt;br /&gt;So this poem's for you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bows.-&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily, MCRmy! This heart it beats, beats for only youuuuuu! ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Fact: Out of about 500 songs, My Heart - Paramore and Your Guardian Angel - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus are the only two songs on my iPod that are remotely love-y. Baha!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3610511840628949060?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3610511840628949060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3610511840628949060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3610511840628949060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3610511840628949060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-8790247133176903423</id><published>2008-02-13T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T06:36:59.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredeeey boredeeyyy bordom XD</title><content type='html'>Half term = boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post causa naffin to say.&lt;br /&gt;atm im incapable of speaking propa english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the Coke plus vitamins today.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;ILIKEIT.&lt;br /&gt;But then again Ima bita Coke whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuffin to do....nuffin to say.&lt;br /&gt;Seeyuzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinéad&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-8790247133176903423?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8790247133176903423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=8790247133176903423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8790247133176903423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8790247133176903423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/boredeeey-boredeeyyy-bordom-xd.html' title='boredeeey boredeeyyy bordom XD'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-8069416052060505912</id><published>2008-02-11T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:38:03.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop looking at the labels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the entry is up there'/><title type='text'>To the people who posted once and never again,</title><content type='html'>Please be postings more!&lt;br /&gt;There may be cookies involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Admin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hell. You all know I'm Miri, rofl &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'd be ever so grateful if y'all could tell people to read this blog 'n stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: &lt;a href="http://thestreetnetwork.sparkart.com/mychemicalromance/forum.php?level=post&amp;id=74344&amp;page=1&amp;action=read"&gt;New thread on the Rmy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-8069416052060505912?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8069416052060505912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=8069416052060505912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8069416052060505912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8069416052060505912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-people-who-posted-once-and-never.html' title='To the people who posted once and never again,'/><author><name>MCRmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01764674542384486661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-316936066195205094</id><published>2008-02-10T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:43:14.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rawwrr'/><title type='text'>Le sigh -_-.</title><content type='html'>You know how in every family there's one that...doesn't quite fit in? Who is, I suppose, the "rebel"?&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my family it's my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't really &lt;i&gt;mean&lt;/i&gt; to do what he does, I guess - he's got a mild behavioural disorder. Well, he does, and he knows the difference between right and wrong, but he can't really control himself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Also he likes to skip school and throw things at people.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today he got super pissed off while he was at our house because my little sister was ignoring him (she had her friends over). So he decided to run away.&lt;br /&gt;Because, although his parents try, I'm the only one he sort-of listens to, I was left to look around the streets for him.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got this mental image of me around 27 and him about 18, and me having to bail him out of jail for some stupid vandalism crime. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, he's fine, he managed to get back to my house while I was looking for him.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what he did when I got home?&lt;br /&gt;The Nelson-from-The-Simpsons laugh.&lt;br /&gt;:l.&lt;br /&gt;Gahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes to listen to BMTH :].-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-316936066195205094?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/316936066195205094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=316936066195205094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/316936066195205094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/316936066195205094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/le-sigh.html' title='Le sigh -_-.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3892411153465842663</id><published>2008-02-09T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:59:38.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabla.. rant..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it's 3;45am and i feel like shite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, I'll start at the beginning. Today was my best friends bday and we set up a  surprise party what didnt really go like the plans were but it was really good anyrays, we made her cry because she was in shock that we did all that for her, so cute xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and well after dinner and all, we decided to go whit most of them to the bar we alrays go to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;therewas the dude i like, really like... and well he said like 2 weeks ago that he liked me, but well theres a whole story behind it. anyrays we lookedat eachother pretty much, like when we both looked we both looked aray, you know? anyrays, when the evening went on and he started to look more at my friend who had never been there. and it really looked like he liked her &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O_O I was on the bike when i went home and i was like: I need to write a blog, i feel like letting my frustrations go. like WHOAAAAAAAA )= it's not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I hate boys. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;/rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I need to start studying for matho tomorrow cuz monday i have a test and i already got 2 times a 3 (out of 10) and thats the only 2 grades i have for math right now so i neeeeeeed something higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;so imma sleep and hope i can concentrate tomorrow, or else imma call myself in sick or something, i hope my mother will understand and I believe she will, because sometimes she can be really awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Also, my period started, im a bit drunk (not to much but i guess you can see it in my writing anyrays) AND im really tired but i cant sleep. &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;bwuaaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaanks for reading.:] LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3892411153465842663?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3892411153465842663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3892411153465842663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3892411153465842663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3892411153465842663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-345am-and-i-feel-like-shite.html' title='blabla.. rant..'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4136341370482154937</id><published>2008-02-09T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:36:17.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im on half term ;DDDD</title><content type='html'>YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mega bored today but screw it cause ive a whole week to do something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4136341370482154937?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4136341370482154937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4136341370482154937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4136341370482154937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4136341370482154937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-on-half-term-dddd.html' title='Im on half term ;DDDD'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6239188266301304715</id><published>2008-02-07T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:25:52.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I said way a lot rotfl'/><title type='text'>I am sympathy sickness' bitch.</title><content type='html'>I have this theory, where I get sick because I know someone else is. Even if they're on the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;So, Pete Wentz is ill.&lt;br /&gt;Gabe Saporta is ill.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who else is ill?&lt;br /&gt;Ragghhh. I feel like I'm dying right now, tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow! Enough of my whining.&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened at school today, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;My school's computer tech dude is leaving to go to some other job and what not, so my friend went to see him today at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;b&gt;whole time&lt;/b&gt; she was there (20 minutes or something) he kept asking about another one of my friends who left my school to go to a boarding school last year. The whole time! So we are now convinced that he likes her, teehee. She's like 15 or 16 and he's something like 23, though, so it's illegal :D! Scandalous!&lt;br /&gt;I have to call her and tell her now, rotfl.&lt;br /&gt;But wait!&lt;br /&gt;The best part is...&lt;br /&gt;Extreeeemee creepy Fall Out Boy fans (like myself ._.) might know that Pete Wentz once went out with a girl who was 15 (her name was Jeanae, or so I've read in magazines). Pete was 23 at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer tech dude doesn't wear guyliner, though 8D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found that amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;-runs away-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6239188266301304715?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6239188266301304715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6239188266301304715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6239188266301304715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6239188266301304715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-sympathy-sickness-bitch.html' title='I am sympathy sickness&apos; bitch.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2472910750330449352</id><published>2008-02-05T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:58:15.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan Ross wants my soul.'/><title type='text'>Countingcountingcounting.</title><content type='html'>Lives are spent counting pennies and petty doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes so quick to see flaws fail to see the hope in my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see things now.&lt;br /&gt;Will I pluck an eyelash and prick my thumb to sign my soul away in blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plots made. Sketches drawn.&lt;br /&gt;Plans executed.&lt;br /&gt;You're next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapt. Exchange. Renew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly tilting, slowly sinking.&lt;br /&gt;A paradox of motion.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telescopes, aimed at breaking hearts for a closer inspection, a better dissection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different sneakers for each day of the week, hiding mismatched socks like she hides her crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling into the real world like Alice through the rabbit hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2472910750330449352?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2472910750330449352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2472910750330449352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2472910750330449352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2472910750330449352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/countingcountingcounting.html' title='Countingcountingcounting.'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1408460022403404385</id><published>2008-02-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:27:30.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's also an MCRmy Medic now?!</title><content type='html'>Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1408460022403404385?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1408460022403404385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1408460022403404385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1408460022403404385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1408460022403404385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-whos-also-mcrmy-medic-now.html' title='Guess who&apos;s also an MCRmy Medic now?!'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3965254000076369428</id><published>2008-02-01T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:04:25.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha laughter.</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had a pretty good week!&lt;br /&gt;A few tests so I never got online.&lt;br /&gt;Its not as if I studied either but whatever lulz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the girl who sits infront of me (Aideen)(Yes,another one) had actually SUCH A LAUGH!!&lt;br /&gt;We were in computers and she just randomly started laughing and I asked her what was up and she said that she was imagining if the floor started caving in there and then and then we were both rofling and we got in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were playing stop the bus in a free period and she couldnt think of a place beginning with 'R' so she said Russell Brand's House!!&lt;br /&gt;Baaaahahahahhahahhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I get such amusement out of primary school games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Well Im going to town tomorrow and also I have to get up early cause my aunt is coming over to book Shayne Ward tix.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Im going to him at Live At The Marquee in June.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even like him alot but my aunts paying so I said I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinéad&lt;/strong&gt; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3965254000076369428?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3965254000076369428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3965254000076369428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3965254000076369428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3965254000076369428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/haha-laughter.html' title='Haha laughter.'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7559812553509566126</id><published>2008-02-01T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T06:19:11.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miri needs to learn to control her excitement'/><title type='text'>Guess who is an MCRmy Medic now 8D</title><content type='html'>Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;*Dances*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-7559812553509566126?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7559812553509566126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7559812553509566126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7559812553509566126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7559812553509566126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-who-is-mcrmy-medic-now-8d.html' title='Guess who is an MCRmy Medic now 8D'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3717898379318439096</id><published>2008-01-31T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:06:10.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;whoa. I HAVE MY LAPTOP! :D *excited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i just bought it 2 days ago, and it's good &amp;amp; it was pretty cheap too ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I LOVE IT! :] Im now putting all my anime and pics and everything on it, from my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Its so adorable *is in love with laptops* Ive also started to watch naruto over again :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Im now at episode 4, ROFL! Also, Im drawing again.. i havent drawn something in half a year or so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And I got a letter from Milly today, thanks Milly! :D it's Kawaiiii(japanese for cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes, i am obsessed with anime, kthnx  :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We've got an assignment for english class which is actually pretty cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(its not my mainlanguage..) We have to make a magazine with reviews.  we''re ion groups with 3 or 4 people and we have to make 2 reviews each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ill be making one about the coheed and cambria concert on the 21th of january, about Death Note! :D and about Skeleton Crew! I like it xD squee! I know i know, thats not 2. I like English &gt;.&lt; Kay?! xD If i have time ill even do more! O_O *geek much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today i had school from 8 till 10 so it was very short xD that's pretty cool. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;WHOA! it's almost february already, time goes so fast! D= yet it goes very slow at the same time... Like, i caaaaaant wait till saturday (cuz the boy i like is gonna be there) and it looks like aaaaages, but when i look back at a few weeks ago, it looks like it was 2 days ago or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Time's a weird thing, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;LOL when i reread this i read it like: Tine's a weird thing.... WHAHAHA it's true tho&lt;br /&gt;I'm weeeeeeird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyrays, I Loveee writing Letters, it's soo cool to get stuff for someone else, write  some things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;make a few drawings too and then send it, and get something bacck, it's so kawaiiiiii :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm still pissed of because of the fake dates thing. I hate the person who gave us false happiness. Stupid hackers &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But I'll stop writing non-interesting things now xD Imma watch  Naruto :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LAPTOPS PWNNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3717898379318439096?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3717898379318439096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3717898379318439096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3717898379318439096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3717898379318439096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/whoa.html' title='LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP LAPTOP!'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-52759039498301057</id><published>2008-01-30T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:38:34.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tree School Projekt...help</title><content type='html'>I posted this on the boards too!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay, In my French class we are doing a project where we have to make a Family Tree, Either a Real one or a make believe one! so, I'm thinking of doing an MCR/Rmy one or a Harry Potter One. Or Both! I'm inclining to make an MCR/Rmy one!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only have until the night of the 5th of Feb to make it so yeah. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways. Now here's where you come in. If you wanna be awesome and be in it, just like say so...cause I need cousins, siblings, Grandparents, wives/husbands, Aunts and Uncle's, pets.&lt;br /&gt;So format:&lt;br /&gt;Name:&lt;br /&gt;Family Relation:&lt;br /&gt;One fact about you:&lt;br /&gt;And a Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm gonna include Bob, Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Cortez and James and WORM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I also need like Headshots of the boyzz, So if you can please help! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-52759039498301057?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/52759039498301057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=52759039498301057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/52759039498301057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/52759039498301057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-tree-school-projekthelp.html' title='Family Tree School Projekt...help'/><author><name>Anagirl1203</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2287188180374560037</id><published>2008-01-28T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T04:50:58.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max has the best job ever.'/><title type='text'>A List. Written by Max.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while. So, seeing as you've all probably missed me, I'm going to write some lists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A list of odd moments at work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After dropping a pile of dusty (thankfully empty) Wii boxes onto myself, two of the boys automatically went to brush the dust off my blouse, before realising a second later that their hands were hovering over my breasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kyle, after turning 21, and having a wild weekend, unbuttoning his shirt to show me his first tattoo. In the middle of the store. Which was filled with customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Moments after event number 2, I pulled my shirt up to show off the bruises on my ribs, from a go-kart incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Trying to count Pokemon cards while discussing the assistant manager's sexuality. With the assistant manager. And Keira Knightley's breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The assistant manager offering me a rice ball while saying, "Here, munch on one of my balls.", then laughing and saying, 'Oh god, I'll be up for sexual harrassment charges with these jokes!' as he walked out the door from the back room. Two seconds later, when I walked out, a male customer looked me up and down, looked at the assistant manager and said, "Niiiiiiiiice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spending New Years Day drinking Boost juice and having pizza delivered to the store. And being paid a lot for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Being hit on by a transvestite. 'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2287188180374560037?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2287188180374560037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2287188180374560037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2287188180374560037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2287188180374560037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/list-written-by-max.html' title='A List. Written by Max.'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6655496968242445172</id><published>2008-01-27T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:44:27.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la la wheeee'/><title type='text'>There's a family with the last named FERRARD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so my sister plays basketball in college and my family and i went to go watch her and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and this girl on the other team had the last name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FERRARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but its with two r's. but still, when i asked my dad what her shirt said and he said it, i laughed so hard i almost pissed myself. he and my mom were like O_o and i didnt really wanna explain it to them...so i just shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;but that would suck if she was like, a MCR fan and knew what that meant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ANYWHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; my sister and her friends are gonna buy/rent/whatever they're doing a house near their college so they dont have to live in the dorms next year or the really crappy house that the upperclassmen basketball girls have. and its really nice, and their doing a lot of work on it and its gonna be awesome. but the best part is the attic, but they have to seal it off for some legal reason on another, BUT THESE HIPPIES USED TO LIVE THERE. and they wrote on the walls in paint omg it was so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/ravemaster13/strike2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/ravemaster13/strike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b205/ravemaster13/life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;one of my sisters friends said that if the last picture was in red, she probably would've thought it was blood and cried xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and one of the girls thinks its haunted now so she doesnt want the room that leads up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but yeah, it was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;YAY HIPPIES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mehhh there is another one but i had to take it on my moms camera cause mine died and she to bed cause she has work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BUT I DONT HAVE SCHOOL CAUSE ITS EXAM MAKE UP DAY WHOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i wanna go to the mall, cause who the hell is at the mall on moday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NOBODY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;whooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;im hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*posts in prettiful color*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yayyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6655496968242445172?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6655496968242445172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6655496968242445172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6655496968242445172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6655496968242445172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-family-with-last-named-ferrard.html' title='There&apos;s a family with the last named FERRARD.'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4476214729945613817</id><published>2008-01-25T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T02:08:17.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mwahaha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia rulez'/><title type='text'>Australia Day, School, and Pete Wentz!</title><content type='html'>Hello, kitten! (I've always wanted to say that &gt;_&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I'm watching Australia Day Live (a concert with Aussie bands) on TV, because tomorrow is Australia Day. A day where we celebrate all things Aussie, and try to forget the horrible reason why it's on that particular day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be eating vegan sausages at a family BBQ, because those are YUM, and &lt;i&gt;I don't care if vegetarianism is unAustralian, motherfuckers&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The Veronicas are about to go on at the moment. I love them :&gt;. Not their actually their music, but them, LMFAO. I like their style, okay -_-. They're Aussie and they're twins with tattoos and stuff, come on!&lt;br /&gt;So, without further delay...&lt;br /&gt;AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!&lt;br /&gt;(I'll expect an "Oi Oi Oi" in the comments, heheheh!).&lt;br /&gt;And now here's a question I'll ask all you Americans:&lt;br /&gt;What is the capital of Australia?&lt;br /&gt;NO GOOGLING IT.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'll get it wrong ;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the official Days-Until-Teh-Dreaded-Return-of-School count is 6. Eeeeep. Year 11 is pretty scary. I hate to think what'll happen when I get to year 12.&lt;br /&gt;I got my school shoes today, haha. My sneakers are BRIGHT GREEN~. Yes, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Pete Wentz has posted new pictures on his &lt;a href="www.clandestine.buzznet.com"&gt;Buzznet&lt;/a&gt;, a new FOBr &lt;a href="www.falloutboyrock.com"&gt;journal&lt;/a&gt;, and also has a new &lt;a href="www.meelikey.com"&gt;"random stuff" blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That is all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4476214729945613817?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4476214729945613817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4476214729945613817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4476214729945613817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4476214729945613817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/australia-day-school-and-pete-wentz.html' title='Australia Day, School, and Pete Wentz!'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5056738649195698848</id><published>2008-01-24T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:33:28.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've been up to some things lately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;first of all, I've been to Coheed and Cambria on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Which pwnd (except for the end which was very loong and pretty boring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've got a yellow guitar pick from Claudio :D and its hanging on my neck as a necklace now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i must say, it looks pretty awesome XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yesterday i was pretty happy about mcr coming here, which turned out to be untrue, because of a hacker &gt;.&lt;. So then I was pretty devestated , but today I recieved an email from Tiffa that i was the second price winner from her contest, W00t! :D I already had forgotten about that contest, so that made my day ^___^ I dont know what I've won yet, but anything MCR-related is cool. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;hell, even a little card saying HI is already good enough to make me happy, rofl. Im so easily pleased, yet I'm sad very quick. I'm so weird, but then again, weird makes me different from other people, what is a good thing ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me and my dad were looking for a laptop on the internet and I've found a pretty good one, and it's pretty cheap, so i can afford it yay! Finally I can have something good from my salary. I worked my ass off for it besides school D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I've been into From First to Last these past few days. I don't know why now, but they're just awesome! It would soo pwn to see them live. :] I wish they could come here! Not that I have the money tho, cuz I need to buy that laptop fo sho XD Cuz Laptops just simply pwn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Imma go and read my new Manga called:  My Dead Girlfriend, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My friend found it in the shop and i was like. The title already makes me want to buy it XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So i bought it. I bought a C&amp;amp;C shirt too, and The Armory Wars, a comic from C&amp;amp;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So now i reeeeeallly need to hold on to my money. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you all :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5056738649195698848?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5056738649195698848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5056738649195698848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5056738649195698848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5056738649195698848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while...'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-8217819360564188061</id><published>2008-01-24T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:17:40.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so fed up with...everything.</title><content type='html'>Well,like I said bout the parent-teacher meetings *points to last blog* my mom just came back.&lt;br /&gt;All over pretty good,a few reports of hyperness &amp; kidding about but what can you do!&lt;br /&gt;But Im pissed over what one teacher has said..my English and History teacher.&lt;br /&gt;English and history would be some of my top subjects but he said I needed to improve in English and use more quotation!&lt;br /&gt;Wtfrank?I got one B and 2 A's in the tests he has given us.&lt;br /&gt;Improve on that?Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;And also he commented on this thing with my friends but I have to go into a big rant bout it so Im gonna start from the start bout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,so last year (first year in secondary school...that makes me sound real young)..but anyw-y.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back from our christmas holidays last year I had made plans with new friends to sit next to them this term.And the seating is rows of four so it was gonna be me, my friend Katie (who Id been friends with from the start of the year),Aedin &amp; Rebecca (new friends).&lt;br /&gt;But Aedin and Rebecca had been friends with this other girl Jessica the preious term but they had told me they couldnt stand her so they said she could sit next to someone else.So that kinda started a fight but it was between them and didnt really involve me.So we get back to school after last summer and theyre like friends again..which is like whatever.Me and Jessica never got on much but i didnt really mind and started to make more of an effort.But she kept spreading these rumours and lying to my friends to get me in trouble and just basically spreading shit about me.And this was seriously turning my friends against me (by this stage Katie wasnt really hanging out with us anymore) so I told Aedin that she (Jessica) had to cop on cause I couldnt still much more of the fighting and bickering etc.So it was okay for a while but then they like,stopped talking to me for no reason before Christmas this year but I made an effort so we became okay again.And then I got all these prank calls over Christmas...which I know was them cause I could &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; them talking!So I got fed-up and was like (in a seriously bimbo-ish voice) when they rang "yeah,hiiii,this is Jessicaaa..." so they stopped ringing.So then on bebo I found out they were having all these sleepovers and stuff without me.And then after Christmas I walked into school and Jessica and Aedin were there and they both just turned around,gave me these filthy looks and turned their backs to me.So I just ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;anyray&lt;/em&gt; my teacher said to my mom that he had noticed i wasnt friends with them anymore and he was glad to a certain degree because people look up to Aedin academically and I was trying to live up to her but I was just as good but I was shadowed or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Aedin and Jessica think theyre effing unreal.&lt;br /&gt;Like they think theyre the only ones with brains.&lt;br /&gt;And Im NOT exaggerating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now Im really pissed off because now I dont have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And Im just really pissed at everything atm so please forgive me for this painfully boring rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-8217819360564188061?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8217819360564188061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=8217819360564188061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8217819360564188061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8217819360564188061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-fed-up-witheverything.html' title='Im so fed up with...everything.'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1201167764358535733</id><published>2008-01-23T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:35:38.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude.</title><content type='html'>So..&lt;br /&gt;No news for today.&lt;br /&gt;Ive got my parent teacher meetings tomorrow- out at 11.30 am so a bit of a doss day.&lt;br /&gt;Will no doubt be having a rant bout what has been asid later tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;this is where I live...&lt;br /&gt;And the dude is Andrew Maxwell...an awesome Irish comedian..&lt;br /&gt;Check him out on youtube...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kX6T_1AMCqA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kX6T_1AMCqA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sinéad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1201167764358535733?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1201167764358535733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1201167764358535733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1201167764358535733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1201167764358535733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/dude.html' title='Dude.'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5117192276206704528</id><published>2008-01-22T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:20:29.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>Dude.&lt;br /&gt;I found one of my old blogs from when I was around 13 or 14 (I'm nearly 17 now). And I was reading it.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised...I was &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt; back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shocking&lt;/i&gt;, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But I was all happy and funny.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite depressing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="www.habbo.com.au"&gt;Habbo&lt;/a&gt;. I was always on Habbo, haha. I was pretty much &lt;b&gt;famous&lt;/b&gt; there, I was on so much! People would be like "Oh, you're Miri!". Weird! I think I was in, like...the "scene" group of Habbo. Stupid, I know. But I was happy. We'd dress in random colors and go scare "n00bs", and one of my friends on there (I can't remember his name, gahh! I will at like, 3am this morning probably, bahaha.) was totally inappropriate and used to say all these dirty things to randoms (there used to be a strict filter on the chat there).&lt;br /&gt;I remember off the internet too, everyone was friends back then. We all just had fun - no drama, no fighting, just laughing together.&lt;br /&gt;And it's just like...what happened?!&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up, that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;And people think I'm weird for saying Peter Pan is my favourite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This post is too nostalgic and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Have a LOLcat! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/12/04/i-can-haz-child-support/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/12/funny-pictures-child-support-cat.jpg" alt="funny pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moar &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha! &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5117192276206704528?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5117192276206704528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5117192276206704528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5117192276206704528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5117192276206704528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1576578561365661116</id><published>2008-01-21T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:18:50.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can post regularly...enough ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well,school was uber-boring...I had an algebra test.meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But Im getting physched about like...nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which is fun xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Smellz ya later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sinéad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1576578561365661116?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1576578561365661116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1576578561365661116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1576578561365661116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1576578561365661116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/hola-xd.html' title='Hola xD'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5775690440541303672</id><published>2008-01-19T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:13:06.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hey....</title><content type='html'>It's Katie! I'm bLack_mAriaH_13 on the boards. Funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much assumed that no one would have any idea who the fuck I was if I didn't introduce myself, so there you have it. Isn't that just interesting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5775690440541303672?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5775690440541303672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5775690440541303672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5775690440541303672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5775690440541303672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-hey.html' title='So Hey....'/><author><name>dinosaursRus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952476606522430338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3206624985615707139</id><published>2008-01-19T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:57:19.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Week = Alabama!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm going to Hamilton, Alabama next week. Why? To go visit The RAMP! (Runs Away Most People)  Most people that are from there know about it, but if you guys don't, allow me to explain. It's basically a Christian organization, specifically for teenagers. I've went there once in November, and it was incredible. The music is so awesome. Don't worry, it's not like those Southern Gospel songs that most of us unfortunate have to sit through. It's more of a head banging type of rhythm, which gets people interested. And the sanctuary is HUGE. Main reason: thousands of people go there every month, and second you can't help but dance. Seriously. But it's a lot of fun! =] (Oh, and the main dress code is punk/emo/goth. If you show up prep. . . well just see what happens XD) If you ever have the time, check it out!! You'll absolutely love it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~** Peace from Arraya! **~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3206624985615707139?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3206624985615707139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3206624985615707139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3206624985615707139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3206624985615707139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-week-alabama.html' title='Next Week = Alabama!!'/><author><name>Arraya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7553904932125438147</id><published>2008-01-19T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:06:50.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hello there, this is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jennifer337&lt;/span&gt; from the Boards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, I can now contribute to this nifty little blog we've got here. I'm excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now I just need something to write about, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-7553904932125438147?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7553904932125438147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7553904932125438147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7553904932125438147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7553904932125438147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328383438233569517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlVtB9sFJfY/R3VNNu84rTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GHDP0vrLj-E/S220/100_2575.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-8425721279772876327</id><published>2008-01-19T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T05:51:11.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It really has been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hi =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I havent blogged or been on a computer altogether in about a week and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Which is real shocking for me cause Im a big computer-nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But Ive been sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;All over the goddamn christmas holidays I had a cold/cough thing and then I got back to school last week and developed and eye infection.And a viral infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I missed some school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And went to the doctor.And he tried take blood but Ive a BIG fear of needles so I like froze and he couldnt get any veins.So I was on eye drops and antibiotics.And then he decided I was run down cause Im vegetarian and not getting enough iron or protein or something.So Im on a. iron tonic too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But Im better now so its all good ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hmm,besides all that rubbish up there lol Ive no other news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I AM gonna blog more now Im better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sinéád &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-8425721279772876327?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8425721279772876327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=8425721279772876327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8425721279772876327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/8425721279772876327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-really-has-been-while.html' title='It really has been a while...'/><author><name>xSaintSorrowsx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04712532442246928175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zt0K5EhTasM/R6OhlKfp8jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y8GPWkHZ1n8/S220/DSC02033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4533624010046897683</id><published>2008-01-18T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:22:29.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its too laaaate to apologiiiiize yeahh'/><title type='text'>Technology these days!</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the chocolate ice cream talking, but I am so pumped about the &lt;b&gt;new Rmy blog feed&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. We have a feed~!&lt;br /&gt;Which basically means that you can get the new blog posts as soon as they're posted!&lt;br /&gt;But you are warned: I have not set it up properly yet, so it might not work. I'ma try fix it 'n stuff, k?&lt;br /&gt;Subscribtion linkage and what not belowwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/McrmyBlog" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" alt="" style="border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/McrmyBlog" title="Subscribe to my feed" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand click here to get it sent to your email, like a little bloggy letter of Rmy goodness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/emailverifySubmit?feedId=1582048&amp;loc=en_US"&gt;Subscribe me to the MCRmy Blog email NAO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo exciting, no?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a huge nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4533624010046897683?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4533624010046897683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4533624010046897683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4533624010046897683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4533624010046897683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/technology-these-days.html' title='Technology these days!'/><author><name>MCRmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01764674542384486661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-9069854864034653142</id><published>2008-01-17T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:56:13.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kangaroos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty and the beast'/><title type='text'>STFU aka SuperTightFriendsUnite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This title was brought to you by Paul. I truly love my buddy Paul in all his gay boy glory. lol. He told me he was going to slap the black off of me because I kept playing really crappy sounding high notes on my clarinet. lmao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you were ever wondering pit orchestra for the play/musical Beauty and the Beast is ridiculously hard. And irritatingly catchy. I woke up with the song Be Our Guest stuck in my head cause I was dreaming about playing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I've also recently discovered my hate for music for plays. They're all writing in weird ass keys, and the composers like make things more difficult by writing stuff like C flat [B natural] and E sharp[F natural]. Plus practically everything is in cut time if not, the time signatures are weird [ex. 3/2 or 6/4]. And I'm all like WTF mate? I think they just want to make life suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of ze world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwEWs4G4pxk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwEWs4G4pxk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking kangaroos....lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-9069854864034653142?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9069854864034653142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=9069854864034653142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/9069854864034653142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/9069854864034653142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/stfu-aka-supertightfriendsunite.html' title='STFU aka SuperTightFriendsUnite'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5174916362682585989</id><published>2008-01-17T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:47:29.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5174916362682585989?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5174916362682585989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5174916362682585989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5174916362682585989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5174916362682585989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-god_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5724009012922404294</id><published>2008-01-17T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T01:45:04.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rofl miri eez lame'/><title type='text'>Oh. My. God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858534900"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is possibly the best song ever written.&lt;br /&gt;Brb, kidnapping Regina Spektor~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5724009012922404294?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5724009012922404294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5724009012922404294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5724009012922404294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5724009012922404294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh. My. God.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2726305346790575152</id><published>2008-01-16T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:22:19.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pooter is broken :[[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;yesterday was the worst day of my lifeee.&lt;br /&gt;i found out that my ex was basically cheating on me while we were going out,&lt;br /&gt;and sending pictures of themeselves half naked to like, 2other people.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;then i swear they were doing things just to piss me off,&lt;br /&gt;and this one girl was ranting about how much she hated MCR just to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;then, my BRAND NEW laptop stopped working and got the blue screen of death on it O___O&lt;br /&gt;and im really afraid that i cant fix it without losing everything on my computer and i have sooo many things on there already :[&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all off, we got crushed in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, on a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;my sister who plays bball in college 3states away just came down here to play a game and i got to leave school 4hours early to see her and not go back :]&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, all my family was there and they won.&lt;br /&gt;yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;now i have a game and i gotta leave in like, 10min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*post in pretty color*&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2726305346790575152?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2726305346790575152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2726305346790575152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2726305346790575152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2726305346790575152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-pooter-is-broken.html' title='my pooter is broken :[['/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3047051297412018363</id><published>2008-01-15T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:38:21.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miri is very very wise'/><title type='text'>Mental Note:</title><content type='html'>Getting angry because your mother won't let you make pancakes and walking outside while you're on holidays and staying in the middle of a forest when it's late at night is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a public service announcement from Miri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3047051297412018363?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3047051297412018363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3047051297412018363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3047051297412018363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3047051297412018363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/mental-note.html' title='Mental Note:'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6200485001620244580</id><published>2008-01-15T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T02:39:42.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horton hears a who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ukulele'/><title type='text'>One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish</title><content type='html'>I have a friend named Steph. You may remember her from the picspam sorta post from me earlier....? Anyways. Steph is pretty awesome. Back when we were still at school, she wrote me a silly song in class one day. &lt;br /&gt;It goes like this. Ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Feeny &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(A nickname she gave me....long story)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's go to Bulgaria&lt;br /&gt;Oh Feeny&lt;br /&gt;Let's catch malaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Feen&lt;br /&gt;My only wish&lt;br /&gt;Is for youuuuu&lt;br /&gt;To have my fish&lt;br /&gt;Oh Feeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Ukulele solo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Feeny&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Oh Feeny&lt;br /&gt;You know how I love Asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna slice off Brett's hands&lt;br /&gt;And Zac's&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause I caaaaaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Feeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Another ukulele solo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Feeeeeeeeny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for Christmas, she bought me a goldfish. Her only wish was fulfilled and I now have her fish. Which I christened &lt;i&gt;Cahill&lt;/i&gt;, out of respect for our soccer fangirling. &lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out Cahill's tank today. He's happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6200485001620244580?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6200485001620244580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6200485001620244580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6200485001620244580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6200485001620244580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-fish-two-fish-red-fish-blue-fish.html' title='One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3307802026277262699</id><published>2008-01-14T08:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:20:33.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY a new blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There hasnt been a blog in 2 days. OH NOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so here's a new one :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just went to the docter, guess what? My eye is infected O_O hooray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to take pills 3 times a day, for a week. It's to late for ointments or w/e, cuz my eye is to far infected D=  My eye is like hanging and it looks creepy xD But I didn' t have to go school, wooohooo! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I hate boys, well the players anyray &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So the guy i liked, told one of his friends he wanted to 'play' me saturday. My friends heard that from that guy and grabbed me aray from the dude. They told me about that and i was like... O__________O fucker. But I can't help it and still like him O_O  Otherwise I'd  slap him in the face. Ohhhh how that would feel good, but then again I'm not an agressive person so I'd probably never do that, only in my imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My imagination is most of the time pretty weird XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or as my friend would say: 'You have your own little world where everyone understands you and your MCRobsessive-ness, cuz in this world, not much people besides that Rmy do' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I happen to like that world :] which is perfectly fine for her XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my smallest blog ever, i guess O_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;imma search for a new anime-series.. any sugestions? :].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Color FTW! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3307802026277262699?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3307802026277262699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3307802026277262699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3307802026277262699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3307802026277262699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-new-blog_3094.html' title='YAY a new blog.'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-2237723534640744063</id><published>2008-01-12T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:43:13.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lmfao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'>This dog is obsessed with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/i-think-this-dog-wants-to-be/?id=27210731" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-02.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/I_think_this_dog_wants_to_be_me.--large-msg-120013346336.jpg" border="0" alt="I think this dog wants to be me. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="I think this dog wants to be me. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He follows me around and tries get me to cuddle him and I'm just like &lt;i&gt;WHY?!&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Miri is on vacation~!&lt;br /&gt;It sucks, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-2237723534640744063?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2237723534640744063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=2237723534640744063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2237723534640744063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/2237723534640744063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-dog-is-obsessed-with-me.html' title='This dog is obsessed with me.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3791819277076497155</id><published>2008-01-11T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:57:56.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sex Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TISM'/><title type='text'>This Is Serious Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_U2yG3uZp0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_U2yG3uZp0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3791819277076497155?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3791819277076497155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3791819277076497155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3791819277076497155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3791819277076497155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-serious-mum.html' title='This Is Serious Mum'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6099710995897170742</id><published>2008-01-10T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:24:36.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><title type='text'>I r showz u lolz, k?</title><content type='html'>This week iz be LOLcat week, coz MIRIcat be sayingz so kthx.&lt;br /&gt;Here be some funny pictchas for yoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/01/10/funny-pictures-get-that-hideous-ting/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/01/funny-pictures-kitten-hideous-dog.jpg" alt="Funny Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/07/25/im-in-ur-side/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/07/in-ur-side.jpg" alt="im in ur side / stealin urÂ heartz" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/09/04/heehee-stop-tiklz-gotsta-pee-now/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/128298127260157500heeheestopti.jpg" alt="128298127260157500heeheestopti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/09/04/i-luf-my-stick-ok/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/1lufmystick.jpg" alt="1lufmystick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/12/i-has-a-flavor/"&gt;&lt;img alt="flavor" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/2003778223763443208_rs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/11/fuxing-ur-perception/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ur perception" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/2005860812964181849_rs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/13/im-on-your-crotch/"&gt;&lt;img alt="your crotch" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/2001162720042818477_rs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/13/i-hate-everything/"&gt;&lt;img alt="i hate everything" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/2000869536009464266_rs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/13/happycat-has-run-out-of-happy/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/2003561830841215793_rs.jpg" alt="happycat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/16/o-hai-i-r-bring-sexi-bak/"&gt;&lt;img alt="sexi back" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/2004202382823454783_rs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/27/for-this-you-die-in-your-sleep/"&gt;&lt;img alt="you die" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/1159434782588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/01/31/i-has-a-floor/"&gt;&lt;img alt="hasfloor" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/1157843140760ab8-full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/08/12/who-brot-dis-into/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/who-brot-dis-into-mah-house.jpg" alt="WHO BROUGHT THIS INTO MYÂ HOUSE?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/08/17/put-ur-monee-in-the-bowl-4-jeeesus/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/128292588561683750puturmoneein.jpg" alt="128292588561683750puturmoneein.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/08/22/i-iz-dun-absoluteleh-dun/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/128294130261407500iizdunab.jpg" alt="128294130261407500iizdunab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/08/21/oh-u-r-so-ded/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/ded.jpg" alt="ded.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/08/24/can-u-heer-meh-now-yep-kthanx/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/128294691462813750canuheermehn.jpg" alt="128294691462813750canuheermehn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/08/31/oh-no-mah-bucket-haz-me/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/128296101005157500ohnomah.jpg" alt="128296101005157500ohnomah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luff yoo &lt;a href="www.icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;I can has cheezburger&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u lyk eet? lololz meh too!&lt;br /&gt;An clickity &lt;a href="www.lolcatbible.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for teh lolbible! &lt;br /&gt;I iz knowing whut I r printingz out taking to religion class this year nao, lolz, kthx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sumbody pls be taking pictcha of P33t W3ntzor in Wun Tree Hillz and be putting captionz: "I'm in ur house! Makin ur pancakez!" pls kthx?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6099710995897170742?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6099710995897170742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6099710995897170742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6099710995897170742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6099710995897170742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-r-showz-u-lolz-k.html' title='I r showz u lolz, k?'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3314282241823139296</id><published>2008-01-10T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:21:50.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la la la do do do i&apos;m sleepy whoooo o_o'/><title type='text'>im writing an essay about panda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and how they suck as a band and stole lyrics and riffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yayyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYWHOO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so in my post yesterday i forgot to mention something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was the end of the game and there was like 10seconds left and we had the ball, and the really wide girl [i call her hummer girl now] started running towards my friend, so she got scared and slipped and lost the ball. while running after it the hummer girl knocked her over and landed on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o______O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my friend is really &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;, so she was like, CRUSHED. but time ran out and we were celebrating, then we were like, OMG WHERE'S PAIGE?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she was still under the hummer girl, cause the girl was like, pounding the ground in anger and hadn't gotten off my friend yet xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we filmed the game and today we watched that part like, 500000000 times, and most of it was in slow motion, and everytime we did, we died laughing. hahaha it was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have a game tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yayyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have guitar tomorrow and i havent practiced in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o___o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im hungry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but im lazyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im basically doing this to procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY PROCRASTINATINGG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one of my best friends is obsessed with cobra starship now, so everytime i sing her i just break out into a cobra starship song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i took part of my french exam today, even though exams arent for another 2 weeks xD we took the listening part and the oral part is on monday and im kinda scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;imma finish my essay and hopefully practice guitarrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PRETTY COLOR POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3314282241823139296?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3314282241823139296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3314282241823139296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3314282241823139296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3314282241823139296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-writing-essay-about-panda.html' title='im writing an essay about panda...'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-5043236909888188259</id><published>2008-01-09T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:24:32.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUDE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHY ARE YOU READING THE LABELS'/><title type='text'>Moving House: A Story in Pictures.</title><content type='html'>I officially moved house today, even though I've slept in the new house for two nights now.&lt;br /&gt;I get extremely attached to things, and I've lived in that house for nearly 17 years (since I was born), so I was a little sad to leave. &lt;br /&gt;To get un-sad, I took pictures on my Sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;And, look, here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Excuse the poor quality and my ugly face pls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/if-you-can-read-this-you-have/?id=27058511" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-55.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/If_you_can_read_this_you_have_WAIDS.--large-msg-119994362844.jpg" border="0" alt="If you can read this, you have WAIDS. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="If you can read this, you have WAIDS. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me and my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;The lighter coloured one is Tara - named after the street I (used :'[) to live on. The darker one is Monty. My family don't know that I named him after Romeo Montegue. Yes. My dog has a Shakespeare name. Also, Gabe's goldfish is apparantly named Monty. This news made me fall off my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/my-face/?id=27058451" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-77.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/My_face--large-msg-11999434092.jpg" border="0" alt="My face = :( - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="My face = :( - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we definately rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/blowing-out-wishes-blowing-out-dreams/?id=27058281" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-87.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/Blowing_out_wishes_blowing_out_dreams.--large-msg-119994317661.jpg" border="0" alt="Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="Blowing out wishes, blowing out dreams. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of me, for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/that-skull-glows-in-the-dark/?id=27058301" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-59.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/That_skull_glows_in_the_dark.--large-msg-119994325096.jpg" border="0" alt="That skull glows in the dark. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="That skull glows in the dark. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my model pose, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/thats-monty-he-tries-to-eat-flies/?id=27058371" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-32.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/Thats_Monty._He_tries_to_eat_flies.--large-msg-119994332168.jpg" border="0" alt="That's Monty. He tries to eat flies. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="That's Monty. He tries to eat flies. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty tries to eat flies.&lt;br /&gt;Flies try to eat Monty.&lt;br /&gt;Neither succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/big-kisses-for-monty/?id=27058471" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-10.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/Big_kisses_for_Monty--large-msg-119994348686.jpg" border="0" alt="Big kisses for Monty! - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="Big kisses for Monty! - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty copped a big kiss on the cheek from moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/dont-worry-he-tried-to-pay-me/?id=27058501" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-39.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/Dont_worry_he_tried_to_pay_me_back_later.--large-msg-11999435488.jpg" border="0" alt="Don't worry; he tried to pay me back later. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="Don't worry; he tried to pay me back later. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, he payed me back later -_-.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirixo.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/if-you-can-read-this-you-have/?id=27058511" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-55.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/mirixo/default/If_you_can_read_this_you_have_WAIDS.--large-msg-119994362844.jpg" border="0" alt="If you can read this, you have WAIDS. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="If you can read this, you have WAIDS. - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Here's a picture of Pete Wentz with his dog, to prove that all people take too many photos with their dogs so I'm not a nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clandestine.friendsorenemies.com/user/photos/jembrasse-mon-chien-sur-la-bouche/?id=18024461" &gt;&lt;img src="http://buzznet-04.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users16/clandestine/default/Jembrasse_mon_chien_sur_la_bouche...--large-msg-119022294741.jpg" border="0" alt="J'embrasse mon chien sur la bouche... - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" title="J'embrasse mon chien sur la bouche... - Photo Hosted at FriendsOrEnemies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aww!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-5043236909888188259?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5043236909888188259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=5043236909888188259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5043236909888188259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/5043236909888188259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving-house-story-in-pictures.html' title='Moving House: A Story in Pictures.'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-1165336029253950330</id><published>2008-01-09T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:52:36.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblahblah boredness'/><title type='text'>,sdhfakjs YAYYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my basketball team for school won our first 5 games and we were like, YAY UNSTOPPABLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then we lost 6 straight games and we were like, nooo....stoppable :[[[ and we were the last in the league :[[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT TODAY, WE WON AGAINST THE #2 TEAM BY ONE POINT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xlzxkfjhaksdf h IT WAS AMAZING AND WE SCORED IN THE LAST SECOND AND STOLE THE BALL AND *sighs* it.was.amazing.  and there was this girl who was like, 6feet tall and really wide [nice w*y to say fat...but i feel bad saying fat so shes wide] and she kept cussing us out and knocking us to the ground just cause she was pissed, and this other girl kept going, "you're running the play wrong, you think you're so good, you're nothing, you're gonna lose this shit, dont miss your fucking shot bitch." and my team was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;KJFSDHAKJFHSAIDFHKJF I HATE YOUUUU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we won,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and holy crap im so freaking happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...but now i think im about to be single again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sadness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT WE WONNNNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and and and uhm...today was an okay day i guess. a squirrel ran into my classroom window, it was pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and now im single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;skjdfkjsafh gahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the 2ND time they've broken up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;urg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tend to fuck things up a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kjhfskjhdsljh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhm, okay, happy things to make me happy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhm, i went to the paramore concert two months ago and i just uploaded my pictures to my computer for some reason, and one is my background and its a really good shot and it makes me proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and and and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new laptop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is AMAZINGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can like, distort peoples voices on the video and its really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've talked long enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;imma post in a pretty color again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;COLOR FTW!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-1165336029253950330?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1165336029253950330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=1165336029253950330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1165336029253950330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/1165336029253950330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/sdhfakjs-yayyyy.html' title=',sdhfakjs YAYYYY'/><author><name>Dyllan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12432223270056341719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TFq_yCjABA4/SQBtAGqCDRI/AAAAAAAAACA/4PoJbEMK1ys/S220/n661788453_390572_9976.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6117841907890863055</id><published>2008-01-09T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:25:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School O_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;For me, school started again on monday, which horribly sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I had an examweek before the holidays so i got most of my testresults back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;no good O_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We work with marks from 1-10  Ive got: A 3 for math, a 5 for dutch, a 5,2 for Latin, a 4,4 for Science &amp;amp; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY CHEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;istry ive got a 5,8. Ive also got a 9,3 for Chemistry 8) I happen to like chemistry, and not only because it has 'Chem' in it bwhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyrays another good mark was for my english, an 8,5 =] Thanks to the boards (blog!) and msning with all you english peeps! :D so thank you for my good English =D *gives cupcakes* I also had a question for the teacher about somehting and i dissed him. and he doesnt know the answer to it. so he was like. just skip it! it's time anyrays. But i want to know the answer! I'm gonna make him crazy with me asking about it.  He whined last month on how i never asked anything &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and now he's like: I dont know either, go to the next question O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I mean.. is he a teacher or whaaaat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://85.17.151.224/123050001-123100000/123077901-123078000/123077973_6_iZAa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://85.17.151.224/123050001-123100000/123077901-123078000/123077973_6_iZAa.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ohhh and i had to babysit today. The girl is pretty cute, her name is Femke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she just turned 3. Shes better with skiing then me (remember i broke my leg in 15 minutes XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;bwhaha anyrays she wanted to watch 'Rolie Polie Olie' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It was torotally annoying O_O well the themesong was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and after every 7 minutes there was a new episode, with the themesong D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;it xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I want it to be Saturdaay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Im gonna shopp with a friend who i havent seen in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ageees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, so im excited! Also, at night im going to the bar with pwnfull music, and see the guy i like again =D squeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well I'm off to watch some anime now, I found a new one to entertain me, since I've Finished Myself;Yourself yesterday. It was really cute, but also very sad, especially the last few episodes, where you could see what was bothering the characters. I've downloaded all episodes from He is my master now, and ive seen one of them already, its not very spectacular, but i give it a shot, cuz it could turn out quite interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm just a girl in the world, That's all that you'll let me be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- No doubt - Just A Girl :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/Essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6117841907890863055?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6117841907890863055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6117841907890863055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6117841907890863055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6117841907890863055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-oo.html' title='School O_O'/><author><name>Tine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13544726857837330973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q-ewPTBNDn0/R3zoYupT_AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0O0HjEkRYIU/S220/DSC01272.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-3245937983267034044</id><published>2008-01-08T01:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:16:55.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An End To A Fantastic Day (Or; Fuck You, Billie Brown)</title><content type='html'>Fuck you, Billie Brown. &lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck gave you Tim Curry's role in &lt;i&gt;Spamalot&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;Well, basically, who the fuck are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-3245937983267034044?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3245937983267034044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=3245937983267034044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3245937983267034044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/3245937983267034044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-to-fantastic-day-or-fuck-you-billie_08.html' title='An End To A Fantastic Day (Or; Fuck You, Billie Brown)'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6653235411527978512</id><published>2008-01-08T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:26:00.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim currry miri rockstars'/><title type='text'>Tim Curry Is The Sex, Miri Is My New True Love and Guitar Hero Is Awesome. (Or; Max's Fantastic Day)</title><content type='html'>So, Miri is lovely. She's gonna run away with me to Bermuda. She just doesn't know it yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent pretty much all day playing Guitar Hero 3 on the Wii with my friend Samantha. She kinda sucked. I rocked. And together we managed to be mostly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Curry, his fabulousness, is a lot older now than he was when he made Frank'n'Furter look so faaaaaaaantastic in fishnets, but he's still an amazing performer. And guess who has tickets to his latest production, &lt;i&gt;Spamalot&lt;/i&gt;? *dances* Me me me me me me! And my grandparents. But mostly ME. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6653235411527978512?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6653235411527978512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6653235411527978512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6653235411527978512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6653235411527978512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/tim-curry-is-sex-miri-is-my-new-true.html' title='Tim Curry Is The Sex, Miri Is My New True Love and Guitar Hero Is Awesome. (Or; Max&apos;s Fantastic Day)'/><author><name>----</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY_jpzoAY/TYnYKEQon2I/AAAAAAAAADk/2_TbgCluyi8/s1600/a-jackass-penguin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-4155321758853839416</id><published>2008-01-07T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:12:20.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rofl those clever panic boys'/><title type='text'>I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!! *Manic laughter*</title><content type='html'>The new Panic! At the Disco song - We're So Starving - &lt;a href="http://www.falloutboyrock.com/falloutboy/blog_detail.php?uf_system_id=0&amp;uf_item_id=2-1675163"&gt;is a huge joke&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not real&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pete Wentz said it himself!&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wasn't real - or that it might be a real song but with changed lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;We can all breathe a sigh of relief now.&lt;br /&gt;And laugh at the people on MySpace who were like "OMGGGG I LOVE IT!!1" (although I must admit, I was fooled for a minute too).&lt;br /&gt;It's not a &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; song...but it's not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/98765789th post about Panic!, bahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-4155321758853839416?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4155321758853839416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=4155321758853839416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4155321758853839416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/4155321758853839416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-knew-it-i-knew-it-manic-laughter.html' title='I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!! *Manic laughter*'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6453406170122852402</id><published>2008-01-06T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:49:46.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I think I&apos;ve been scarred for life but at least it&apos;s not photos'/><title type='text'>Today, in Pete Wentz's "I Like To Talk About My P33n Too Much" Files...</title><content type='html'>Hey, look! I've found &lt;a href="http://idolator.com/tunes/pete-wentz/once-again-pete-wentzs-oversharing-gets-him-into-trouble-234958.php"&gt;something slightly more disturbing&lt;/a&gt; than the original fairy tales!&lt;br /&gt;In a (possibly fake) interview, The Wentz decides to discuss certain things that nobody would want to know about him. Like, ever. &lt;br /&gt;I've directed you to the article about it on &lt;a href="http://idolator.com/"&gt;Idolator&lt;/a&gt;, y'know, for the snarky remarks. Also because that photo cracks me up. Baha, Morrissey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6453406170122852402?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6453406170122852402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6453406170122852402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6453406170122852402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6453406170122852402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-in-pete-wentzs-i-like-to-talk.html' title='Today, in Pete Wentz&apos;s &quot;I Like To Talk About My P33n Too Much&quot; Files...'/><author><name>Miri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16182714880366987123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gbcx5OOFJs0/SUnSocqIc1I/AAAAAAAAAAg/poARAqMN4cc/S220/Snapshot_20081211_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-7439158283091878342</id><published>2008-01-06T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:26:45.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha, I love this.</title><content type='html'>Well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I love reading all your funny little post's Hahaha Urie's Buttocks.&lt;br /&gt; Made my night. :P&lt;br /&gt; He's really skinny and tiny but he's got a Beyonce/J-Lo rear! &lt;br /&gt;Really pale too.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for their new album. &lt;br /&gt;SO I've been listening to Meg and Dia! SOooo COool.&lt;br /&gt; yeah. I saw National Treasure!&lt;br /&gt; And it was pretty good I cried 3 times. &lt;br /&gt;But I cry in every single movie : / I'm a crier what can I say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo I'm having some boy problems as well. &lt;br /&gt;I kinda like my one of my best friends.(3 guys 1 girl) &lt;br /&gt;I dunno if he does but like sometimes I get some vibes. &lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I'm really self-conscience so... I think Why would he like me when he could like some one soooo much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh. PS. Am I the only one who hugs herself or the person nearest by when they think of Little Mikey Growing up?? Like his grown upness from "Scene Kid" To "The mucho Manly Mikey" ??? &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x30/gerrity3/mikey-way-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 262px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x30/gerrity3/mikey-way-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa181/mcr_0990/Mikey_long.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 271px;" src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa181/mcr_0990/Mikey_long.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww! Little Mikey's Grown up!!!!" *teary eyed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-7439158283091878342?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7439158283091878342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=7439158283091878342&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7439158283091878342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/7439158283091878342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/ha-ha-ha-i-love-this.html' title='Ha Ha Ha, I love this.'/><author><name>Anagirl1203</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452232215865199850.post-6084533660006887152</id><published>2008-01-06T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:34:49.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for procrastination and BUB!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well I should be doing my math homework and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;current events but I'm totally a lazy bum so screw it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I went to Wal-Mart today and they were playing "Franklin" by Paramore over PA system. I was all like wtf?? cause Wal-Mart is super gay and the spawn of the devil but anyrays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l11/greenfan3579/Panic%20At%20The%20Disco/Brendon%20Urie/brendonboydurie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l11/greenfan3579/Panic%20At%20The%20Disco/Brendon%20Urie/brendonboydurie.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So I'd definitely would to share with you guys something truly amazing. I call it BUB a.k.a. Brendon Urie's Butt. Before you have any preconceived notion  about me let me just say I think Brendon himself is cute. But his butt on the other hand is like a separate entity. BUB is like the male Beyonce's of booties. Normally I'm all 'whatever' on the subject of guy butts but is something I had to share. It should have it's own cult or something.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P.S. Jan. 4th was Jeph Howards(The Used's bassist) birthday! Go him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6452232215865199850-6084533660006887152?l=mcrmyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6084533660006887152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6452232215865199850&amp;postID=6084533660006887152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6084533660006887152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452232215865199850/posts/default/6084533660006887152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcrmyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-for-procrastination-and-bub.html' title='Yay for procrastination and BUB!!!'/><author><name>ZebraNamedToto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883742743167794486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aEYZX2tzqKQ/SEGpHIGO9CI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_EvtO3S_yD4/S220/glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
