<?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-5476791</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:46:49.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No TItle</title><subtitle type='html'>Um... It's a blog. A waste of internet space in which someone get's to rant about their little, mostly-unimportant-in-the-big-picture life. Great in principle actually. Very freeing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112432128348460197</id><published>2005-08-17T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:28:03.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeeEEEEeeee!!i Senior year. I finally got close to the schedual I wanted.

And I don't think I'll ever be able to tolerate fast food again. I hadn't eaten packaged grease in ages (okay, maybe two weeks), did today and now I have a foggy headache and don't feel like doing anything. Well, outside of sleeping.

Still trying to find out when I'm going to have free time after this week. I'm thinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112432128348460197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112432128348460197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112432128348460197' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112379974053089412</id><published>2005-08-11T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:00:47.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the last day of kung fu. I know that seems to be all I've spoken of this summer but other than homework at sitting with my friends repeating the same phrase "I donno, what do you wanna do?" there hasn't been much else happening. I'm thinking I'm going to want to join the school. It's hard work but it's not something I want to give up. But it's so fucking expensive. I'm thinking I'll try</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112379974053089412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112379974053089412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112379974053089412' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112284840140171417</id><published>2005-07-31T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:20:01.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aries getting married!!i&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; Okay, so she's going to propose and the likelihood of ever seeing a wedding is very slim but I'm still happy for her. I was kind of afraid at first that she was rushing into this since she only becomes legal in five days but she has known Caren most of her life... and they are a good match for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112284840140171417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112284840140171417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112284840140171417' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112256801863574869</id><published>2005-07-28T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:15:22.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I looked like a chipmunk on steroids for days....&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Well Roberts got a job so the chances of me ever seeing him again are like... mm... one in two million. Or so. Damn. Just when I was going to either talk to him or get hit by him while sparing.Seriously. Though one would like to think that after green-belt the likely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112256801863574869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112256801863574869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112256801863574869' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112119785505160761</id><published>2005-07-12T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:50:55.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going into surgery on Friday, YIPPY!!i&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; Okay, so it's pretty routine (wisdom teeth removal) but it IS my first surgery. Well, the first in which I am the patient. And I'm not looking forward to it. Especially since I have a fairly intricate knowledge of how it’s going to play out. My parents have made the decree that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112119785505160761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112119785505160761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112119785505160761' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112068431515504879</id><published>2005-07-06T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:12:48.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phi and pi. Left and right. The golden ratio and the irrational ratio of circles. I plan on looking into them. Even though I suck so much at math I may as well just be sticking my head down a toilet, I'd learn just as much about math eaither way.

I'm just glad I'm good at other things like music and art. That way I don't feel like a compleate dip.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112068431515504879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112068431515504879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112068431515504879' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112059927270844761</id><published>2005-07-05T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:48:10.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that updating twice in one day is just a little pathetic of me and that technically I've already used my creepy-squealing-pre-teen-girl post for this month (see fan girl scream on the Corgan post) but screw that.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;I was the only yellow belt today and sifu (the teacher dude) sent "Mr. Roberts" to tutor me. Tee hee. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112059927270844761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112059927270844761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112059927270844761' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112057836862638248</id><published>2005-07-05T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:01:48.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, now, I know I'm trying not to bitch and moan on this waste of space but it's just so hard. So this is my bitchy post (blame it on the chick who reminded me that I am supposed to hate shows that feature) Pretty Women Dating Plain Men (or pretty men but in the end don’t learn anything) And Learning That They Can Be Wonderful Human Beings As Well. I'm all for self improvement. But why is it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112057836862638248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112057836862638248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112057836862638248' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-112000738393598463</id><published>2005-06-28T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:26:32.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Donnie Darko. One of the best movies. I had been meaning to see it for a while but hadn't 'cause I'm cheap and lazy. That and I was concerned it was going to be some horror flick that would stir up my paranoia. Nasty stuff that is. People tell me I should see someone for that...

Anyway, Darko was particularly interesting because I had a pre-existing interest in time travel theory and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112000738393598463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/112000738393598463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112000738393598463' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111962667977551945</id><published>2005-06-24T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:50:33.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking my yellow belt test tonight. Really hoping I don't fall over. Wish me luck.

Complaint of the day: F-ing walmart shouldn't advertize that they have a CD on a certain day if they don't. Cause I was hauling my cash around for two days (and more likely 'cause I'm a doomed and clutzy air head) I lost my thirty bucks. Damn Walmart and damn genetics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111962667977551945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111962667977551945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111962667977551945' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111940769451779480</id><published>2005-06-21T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:34:54.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK Computer is so the best cd of the last twenty years. I knew there was a reason I read Spin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111940769451779480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111940769451779480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111940769451779480' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111933135049682232</id><published>2005-06-21T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:23:22.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DUDE! Guess what? *hears crickets in the background* Okay, well...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;CORGAN'S FIRST SOLO CD COMES OUT TOMORROW!!i *squeels like a fan girl* *runs her head into the nearest wall to stop the horrible nail-on-chalkboard noise of high-pitched fan girl squeel*I've bought four cds in the last three weeks. And I will SO be at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111933135049682232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111933135049682232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111933135049682232' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111881072982984580</id><published>2005-06-14T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:45:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am SO F-ING SORE. Kung Fu for two hours--at least 45 minutes of cardio using unusual moves and muscles that the normal person almost never uses (belive me, I've been preping for PE courses for a while and I'm still in pain) and then a nearly three mile walk at night for my flex course. My thighs ach, my sides ach, my ass achs, my sholders ach... I'm just glad I'd been doing crunches for over a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111881072982984580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111881072982984580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111881072982984580' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111851182974581456</id><published>2005-06-11T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:09:00.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is as updated as I have ever kept anything. Sad really. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;I've been offered a job. I wasn't really looking for one and I already have tons to do this summer (nothing of which I have actually attempted to even start) but how often do you get offered a job? Especially when you haven't even graduated high school yet? And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111851182974581456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111851182974581456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111851182974581456' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111841836402494578</id><published>2005-06-10T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:49:20.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The website is actually kind of up. Certainly not compleate, but up.

http://morsketch.tripod.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111841836402494578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111841836402494578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111841836402494578' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111836521122891613</id><published>2005-06-09T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:01:00.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I get to learn Kung Fu. Isn't that just fucking awesome? And for free too. Which works out well since I'm two-streets-from-the-"Mexican ghetto"-unfinished-house-from-the-'60's-green-shag-carpet-in-every-room-and-big-gaping-hole-in-the-wall-were-a-vent-may-or-may-not-have-ever-intended-on-living poor. And it's one of those rare classes that I actually like to attend. Which has never actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111836521122891613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111836521122891613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111836521122891613' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-111768091351439430</id><published>2005-06-01T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:59:59.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: mildly restless

Music: Badly Drawn Boy/Stone on the Water

(isn't that a classic rip off of every other blog ever created?)

I've grown. I've matured. Maybe now I won't sound so god-damned gripe-y.Well... Last summer my grand father died. I got my life back. I've become fitter, happier, and more productive in the positive (devoid of cat's tied to sticks and pig's on antibiotics) sort of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111768091351439430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/111768091351439430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111768091351439430' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-107999482044786835</id><published>2004-03-22T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:20:56.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I attract people with deep-rooted problems. Figured this out today... This is most likely because of my pessimistic/sarcastic personality and numerous problems of my own. The people I am closest too are beaten and mangled emotionaly it seems. They are the only people I seem to identify with to the degree in which we become friends. For example, my best friend is a depressive lesbien that gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/107999482044786835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/107999482044786835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107999482044786835' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-105825506574615035</id><published>2003-07-15T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:27:52.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
You are Charlie, and you are just Insane. I lttle
demon lives in your brain that warns you about
the evil powers of toast and tells you to put
socks in the freezer. Seek help.


Where are you on the Gothic Spectrum?
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*yay*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105825506574615035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105825506574615035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105825506574615035' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-105747840122054015</id><published>2003-07-06T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:27:25.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided I devote too much energy to school. It ends and I find Im almost lifeless. Hmm...

I'm taking more quizes *fun* :P

you are a true goth. you do not do it for the
trend, the popularity, or because you are
afraid of people. you do it because you choose
to


Simplified True Goth Quiz
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You are a Smoke Ball! Mysterious, kind of gloomy,
and really cool!


What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105747840122054015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105747840122054015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105747840122054015' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-105722042778948362</id><published>2003-07-03T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:24:20.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! Boredom post! Just for all you aout there who don't give a shit! *we*

*sings to hello* *k- not really but I'm pretending to* *k- not even that, I'm just sitting here compulsivly lying to you* *wishes she had Kazza* *thinkks she might want to go read Sophie's World or draw for the fan book project* *nope* *gonna sit and post more* *go me* TWEEEEET! Time update 1:30am. I also took a quiz Wee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105722042778948362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105722042778948362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105722042778948362' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-10570149420940683</id><published>2003-06-30T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:22:08.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God, the drama's killing me. Stupid friendships, I love 'em but I HATE drama :P. My friend Arie slipped and commented on how she thought other ppl had closer relationships thin Her I and Britt. This, of course, pissed Britt off because she thinks we're really close, dispite her and us drifting from eachother and the change it's caused in our relationship. I, however, know exactly what Arie is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/10570149420940683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/10570149420940683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10570149420940683' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-105683125449150476</id><published>2003-06-28T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T15:14:14.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm... Not much has happened lately. Amazingly i'm still reading Sophie's World. Normaly I would have been does ages ago but some books always take me unusualy long amounts of time to get through.

I don't think I'm getting along as well with Brittney anymore. Its like now we're just too diferant. We don't have anything to talk about now that schools ended because there is little else we have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105683125449150476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105683125449150476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105683125449150476' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5476791.post-105579135490594729</id><published>2003-06-16T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:28:17.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should never ubdate when I'm stunned- I sound like an idiot.

Well- My friend of 8 years just told me she was a lesbien. I was kind of blown away- you know, thats something that takes awhile to get used to. What made me sad though is that she told me that everyone she has ever told before me has ditched her *in the way of friends.* How could they do that to her? She is an awsome person that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105579135490594729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5476791/posts/default/105579135490594729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://araknid.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105579135490594729' title=''/><author><name>Araknid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12654929526838037016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
