<?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-12897148</id><updated>2011-07-14T16:06:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts by a Random Stranger</title><subtitle type='html'>Pretending that someone reads...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12897148.post-111835318897047299</id><published>2005-06-09T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:39:48.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah! Ya se acabo.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally done. Yesterday, I managed to get a temporary off-center pass to go out to the mall with Amanda and Andrew, were we would be supposed to meet with Alex. Andrew didn't seeem to pleased with the idea that the only time we would get to go off-center for months would not be only with the two of us, but he didn't say much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, before going to Starbucks and buying some Caramel Frapuchinno, we went to look for Alex, who didn't seem happy at all. He was sitting in a little table by the mall by himself, with a box of some kind of shoe. I really didn't pay much attention to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away after we came got him, I was all happy about my freedom, so I was all just like staring at the place, and thinking that it was just awesome that I wasn't inside of Job Corps at a Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually went to Starbucks; Amanda and me bought some frapuchinnos, but Alex staid outside, later to be accompanied by Andrew to ask him why he was so upset, I suppose. Me and Amanda just started talking, and since she's my best friend and all, I told her what has been going on recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Andrew came back asking us if we ever planned on going outside, so we did. We went to Macy's to smell the perfumes, and had a little fun trying to spray the boys with Britney Spears' perfume thing, which by the way stunk really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and checked out a bag that I actually found kind of cool, but was dissapointed when I looked at the pricetag with a $60.00 dollars mark on it. Then Andrew, trying to be funny I guess, started making fun of me on that way that really annoys the crap out of me, although I know he doesn't mean it that bad (I'm not the only one that gets irritated by this, for example, on Tuesday he made my roomate cry by calling her fat in front of everybody) by calling me "his little hairy monkey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at him with my evil look, and I told him "You're really annoying me right now" or something like that, and then he got all pissed off and walked in front of us with Alex, punching a little poster thing that was next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amanda were just like "Whatever", and we went to Hot Topic where I bought myself a cool Sesshomaru plush doll and Sesshomaru t-shirt. I spent 33.80 dollars on it, but it was worth it. Since I got recently paid on Monday 118.00 dollars, it didn't hurt that much. Amanda bought herself a couple of little noserings, that she later used for her bottom lip, because according to her she couldn't use the big kind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out a couple of other stores, and on our road to Bath and Body Works we saw Alex and Andrew close to some shoe-shining stall or something. He told me to wait for him, but after a couple of minutes I eventually asked him if I could just meet him there. Amanda didn't like the fact that I had to &lt;em&gt;ask&lt;/em&gt; him for permission, and I guess she's right; that is pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this cool Cucumber and Melon Body Spray that I had my eyes on the last time I saw it (it was on sale! I saved myself six bucks) and I think Amanda bought some lotion and soap. Apparently Andrew is very fond of the smell of the body lotion, so he started sniffing me out in a way that I don't necessarily feel comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually apologized for being so grumpy after a couple of seconds; I felt like apologizing too, until I came to realize that I really shouldn't be the one aplogizing, so I just nodded my head and told him that it was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked by the Vans store, and Amanda, playing around, told me that we should get inside the store, because there's a lot of hot guys around. I looked into the window, and the only guy I saw was one that looked like a thirteen-year-old, so I told her "Ah, but he's not very hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew immediately started getting that annoying tone on his voice, asking me why was I checking out guys in the first place. I would have told him that I wasn't checking out anyone, which I really wasn't doing at all, if that sentence didn't sound so hypocritical. I mean, he was pictures of Victoria's Secret models on bikinis on his cell phones, he has even told me that my roomate was hot! Things like that, so I just said sarcasticly "Because I can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pissed him off even more, and then he just started yelling at me things that I can't even remember what they were. I rolled my eyes again, and as me and Amanda were going to go to another store, Andrew yelled at me another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I just made up my mind that he wasn't going to mess up my day anymore, so I tried to forget about it and me and Amanda decided to go to Jumba Juice to cheer ourselves up with smoothes, but guess what? He was at fucking Jumba Juice, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking closer by them, we decided to go to McDonald's instead, but Andrew eventually stopped me yelling at me something else. Again, I don't even remember what he was saying; all his insults sound pretty much the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told Amanda after he was done with his bickering that we should go to the bus stop, and even Alex managed to fuck THAT up by telling me that the shuttle just left five minutes ago and we would have to wait another half an hour. I didn't say anything, so I just kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while of Amanda listening to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; bitching, Alex came up and told me that if I cared I should go talk to Andrew. I told him I didn't want to, and then Amanda joined up and told me that I should go talk to Andrew as well. I got annoyed, and still declined, until even the people that were waiting with us for the shuttle told me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not letting go of my Sesshomaru plushie, I walked up to Andrew, who had this little hypocritical sad face, that annoyed me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking up to him, I tired to think of something positive to say, but I couldn't at the time and just pointed out to him that we were always fighting and stuff like daily, and I really wasn't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked, and for a moment there it seemed that he was going to break up with me, until he just hugged me and started kissing. I didn't kiss back, of course. Before I told him what I really wanted to do, the bus came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew sat next to me, so I thought I might as well get it over with. I asked for a break... I said that mabye we would get back together someday, but he seems to have interpreted it wrong becuase ever since we got off that bus, he's been telling everybody (I mean EVERYBODY!) that we were on a week-long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said hi to me in the cafeteria at lunch, of course... but I haven't spoken to him at all. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm not really sad. I'm upset, confused, dazed... but yet I'm not sad. What the hell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12897148-111835318897047299?l=misutuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/111835318897047299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12897148&amp;postID=111835318897047299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111835318897047299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111835318897047299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/2005/06/gah-ya-se-acabo.html' title='Gah! Ya se acabo.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12897148.post-111818286107509161</id><published>2005-06-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:21:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesshoumaru-Sama</title><content type='html'>Hehe, I don't know why I named this entry like that, but I have Mr. Fluffy on my head so I did it. YES. I did, it! It was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't written in a while because the stupid censors at my High School's computers blocked blogger for some reason. It says that websence blocked it because "Adult" is a category that is not allowed at blogger. Phbbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm writing because they finally put the internet up for today in my trade's class, so I took the liberty and time to type. Anyway, there's three paragraphs of me excusing myself already, so it's up to business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has my life been since I last wrote? Well, thanks to that week-long leave that I took, my counselor, R.A. and my teachers got worried about me in such way that they felt like kicking me out of the trade, and giving me ride-ups for missing bedcheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually got things all cleared-up a couple of days later when I showed proof that I went to Sacramento due to my little brother's burned-leg injury, so that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, my boyfriend, got worried about me too; he told me that by Wednesday if he saw me he would probably yell at me for being so late and stuff, but by Friday that he was all sad and stuff and he even bought me stuff as a welcome back gift for whenever I felt like coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got was two Inuyasha movies on DVD: Affections Touching Across Time, and The Dream Castle on the other side of the mirror or something. I can't remember the titles quite well. *ashamed* Well, it was movies 1 and 2. :D I love them, by the way. In the second movie Inuyasha and Kagome kiss bye the way! And in the end (after the credits) Mirokou tries to follow Inuyasha and Kagome's example on Sango. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that week was tiring, and I really didn't want to be there at all; It felt like one of the longest weeks at Job Corps, as a matter of fact! :/ Weekend was good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week was all right; not much to tell about that... except! Andrew bought me another thing; the Gorillaz: Demon Days CD with a limited-edtion bonus DVD! O__o; I've been listening to it during the last two weeks. This week he bought me the Celebrity Takedown DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, because I've never been fancied with these much kinds of things before; according to my calculations, he spends about 30.00 dollars a week on stuff for me. I don't mind having these things at all, because I absolutely love them... but I feel bad and ashamed at the same time; I feel like I owe him something, and it's obviously something that I can't give back on return. "I piss poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things between me and Andrew are currently not so good though; on Sunday he told me that he feels that I don't love him as much, and that I need to be more affectionate. He said that he thinks that he's only like a way of me to releive stress, and I told him that I do love him (yesh, I do) and that even though he &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; releive stress at times, it's a good thing! That stress-releiving is not the only thing I see in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have taken it the wrong way, because next morning when I spoke to him he brought it up and told me that it hurt him. After class at four, he told me that he almost died thanks to his friend horseplaying with some Helium or something, and that he almost sucked some in. That he had to go to medical, but he's all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's about the fourth time he tells me something similar like that, I figured out that nothing much could happen about that, so I was just releived that nothing happened and didn't bring it up again. At five, after going to the student store and having bought some nachos, I suddently thought that it would be fun to pretend that I'm a blind person, and I closed my eyes and starting attempting to walk without actually looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have not thinked that it was fun at all, because when I opened my eyes I noticed that he was a couple of meters away from me, with a big irriated look on him. I tried to ask what was wrong, but he just suddently took a pack of batteries he had and he just threw them on the ground. I obviously was confused and a big wigged out, so when he turned at me I just put a weird look on my face that made him even more irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started walking way faster and way ahead than me, and when he noticed that the spot that we usually sit at (the bus stop) was taken he just got all pissed off and told me to accompany him to get the batteries back. He looked at them, but it seemed that only one of them remained good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if I should leave or something, because I naturally didn't feel wanted in there or anything... and after a couple of pouting of his, he turned away and started walking off, so I did too to the direction to the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught up with me a couple of seconds later, and he told me to stay with him and go talk somewhere. I suppose we were trying to work things out somehow, but I was just too annoyed of being treated like an idiot all day, so yeah. I wasn't so nice and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally said goodbye at like 6:30 when he had to go to the mall with Alex, and I had to go do laundry. Later on my roomate brought me some pizza that I asked her to bring, and I mostly forgot about the argument as I was enjoying my time reading a book, listening to nice music and eating the most delicious food in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning though, when I saw him... like the weight on my shoulders came back. We tried to talk, but we were both too upset at each other, and we mostly just bitched during the whole conversation. When we got too tired of each other, he suggested that I should go to my class since it opened early, and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see him at lunch until twelve (half an hour after lunch started) but I didn't even said hi; I limited myself to a nodding of the face and a smile as a greeting or something. I went to eat with Marcos, a friend from my trade, told him what was going on in my head, he tried to help me by giving me wise advice, I suppose... It really didn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to class about five minutes late, so as a punishment I got the honor to vaccum the whole room. Mrs. G.G. told us that if we wanted to look for jobs, the internet connection is open, and I did some surfing around &lt;a href="http://www.monster.com"&gt;www.monster.com&lt;/a&gt; ; I remembered about this place and then I just typed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write some more later. I'm getting kind of tired now. Fourty minutes until class ends; today is Super Tuesday. Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12897148-111818286107509161?l=misutuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/111818286107509161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12897148&amp;postID=111818286107509161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111818286107509161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111818286107509161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/2005/06/sesshoumaru-sama.html' title='Sesshoumaru-Sama'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12897148.post-111630376366772352</id><published>2005-05-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:22:43.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I managed to convince my mom into me staying at home... I'm kind of in trouble because I haven't been able to talk to my counselor yet, so I'm dong AWOL right now... but I'll think of what to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in for right now, I'M FREE! And guess what?! I finally finished Ocarina of Time today! It's been like years since I last finished it; I felt like crying when Zelda took Link back to the past, and when all of the sages appeared by the mountain top and stuff. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've joined a couple of more fanlistings, and I think I already added them to the layout, but thanks to the evil cookies I can't quite see them just yet. :/ I'm kind of hoping that when I post this entry the blogger will allow me to see it or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12897148-111630376366772352?l=misutuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/111630376366772352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12897148&amp;postID=111630376366772352&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111630376366772352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111630376366772352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/2005/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12897148.post-111618894746107282</id><published>2005-05-15T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T13:29:07.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending that someone reads...</title><content type='html'>Man! It's Sunday already; I'll have to go back to Job Corps at 6:00 P.M. today... so soon! I hate Sundays. All I'm thinking of all day is going back, going back and I can't just lay on my bed and enjoy doing nothing at all because I'm too stressed-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I write? I found my Ocarina of Time game a while ago, and I decided to erase all of the progress I had done and re-play the whole thing; I'm on the Haunted Wasteland right now. I looove that game! I really can't remember how to pass it at all though; it's been a while I guess. I would go on and try to pass that level, but my mom and dad came back from shopping and I had to turn off the Nintendo and let them watch &lt;em&gt;Scent of a Woman&lt;/em&gt; (or something like that) with Al Pacino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool movie, I wouldn't mind watching it all if I hadn't done so already like a hundred million times already. I just decided to go online again, and went on to check my e-mail. I found that I have been approved for this Kagome fanlisting, so now my goal is to join as much Inuyasha fanlistings as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The links will be at your left. Joooiin. (I like to pretend that someone actually reads this stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'm done surfing around the internet, my plan is to go to Ross and buy a cool black jewlery box with a Red Dragon marked on it. I think it's awesome! I would have bought it this Saturday when I went to buy mom a mother's day present (I was running a little late on that...), but since I didn't have enough time to stay at Ross, I left the task in my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I get paid (80 dollars; not that much, but it's still something!) and I'll see if I can buy some CDs or something. I have a 21 dollar bill pending from BMG, though. I'll try to take care of that if I don't see anything that's really, really cool and expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I found a Shippou fanlisting! *clicks the 'join' button, like fast* That little Fox Demon is the cutest, innit? ^^ I toldja I'm fanlisting searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid thee farewell! I have to focus on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12897148-111618894746107282?l=misutuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/111618894746107282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12897148&amp;postID=111618894746107282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111618894746107282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111618894746107282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/2005/05/pretending-that-someone-reads.html' title='Pretending that someone reads...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12897148.post-111611621991563155</id><published>2005-05-14T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:16:59.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizilla - Quiz Number One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Smiling Sesshomaru" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DarkIceFox/1106345697_sissmiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, you stole this dog's heart! Sesshomaru&lt;br /&gt;has completley devoted himself to you, and that&lt;br /&gt;IS rare. He's definatly the hardest nut to&lt;br /&gt;crack, but if you are patient enough to put up&lt;br /&gt;with his apathetic behaviour and aristocratic&lt;br /&gt;demenor long enough, he's yours. He's most&lt;br /&gt;likely going to be the most romantic once he&lt;br /&gt;thinks that he can trust and respect you.&lt;br /&gt;Congradulations, Sesshomaru loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DarkIceFox/quizzes/Which%20InuYasha%20boy%20would%20love%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which InuYasha boy would love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, this IS a surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12897148-111611621991563155?l=misutuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/111611621991563155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12897148&amp;postID=111611621991563155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111611621991563155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111611621991563155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/2005/05/quizilla-quiz-number-one.html' title='Quizilla - Quiz Number One'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12897148.post-111610225448773768</id><published>2005-05-14T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:52:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Complete!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I really didn't do the template, as you may have already noticed by the three Anime Templates references in the layout, but since it was on Portuguese (or some other language that I'm still not quite sure of) my job was to translate words like "Posted by" and "My Profile" into English. It's easy to understand what they say since that language kind of sounds like Spanish, which I know very well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the thing that I'm thinking about is that little archive thingie. This is my second post so posts should show up and stuff! That's why I'm making a new post; so I can see it! I would just edit the other post I made a little while ago instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Okay, now I have no clue what to type. Toodlepip! I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In the other post I talked about hippos because I named the other post "The Hip Hop Hippopotamus" or something, but since you can't really see the titles you might not really know what the hell I'm going on about. Sorry about that. IT WAS THE TITLE, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah, I managed to put the code for the titles now, thanks to that help button thingie. Good! Now the titles will be linky too! :3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12897148-111610225448773768?l=misutuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/111610225448773768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12897148&amp;postID=111610225448773768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111610225448773768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111610225448773768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/2005/05/layout-complete.html' title='Layout Complete!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12897148.post-111609883110138611</id><published>2005-05-14T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:27:11.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hip and the Hop and the Hippopotamus</title><content type='html'>I just think that is a very nifty title and stuff. I'm not very fond of hippos, but nevertheless... it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. This is the 3rd blogger that I've posted up (I've got shanube, thepurpleduck and now misutuki), and I'm currently working on the template. It's going to be about my latest obsession; Inuyasha and Kagome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm too lazy to code and create one on my own though... I'm just looking for some premades over google. This stupid 56k connection isn't helping much at all! Still waiting for DSL. Goddamn it! It literally takes about two minutes for each bloody page to load. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I say in the meantime the page loads? About my week? Yes. I'm almost done with High School! I'm this little institute where I have to intern myself from Monday to Friday, and then I come back on weekends. The advantages to living by myself with about 600 random strangers in the middle of nowhere is that thanks to Job Corps I'll get my High School Diploma, (GED if I were old enough) and a Trade done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trade that I chose was Business Tech; not necesarily because I like all the fancy-ness in being a secretary or whatever, but it's because the only trade where I've got SOME skills in, like typing! I apparently type at 120 wpm, which is not bad at all for a kid my age. I know filing, 10-key and more business thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I should be done with Job Corps by June 30th, and then I have no idea what I'm going to do yet. The College program is sounding kind of good to me! They pay for it, and if I take it instead of getting a job with a pay of 12 dollars per hour, I can get a job that pays me at least 22 per hour! Not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change topic; Inuyasha and Kagome! Aren't they beautiful together? That Kikyou can just go to hell by herself! I'm quite angry that they're not going to pass Inuyasha on Adult Swim this weekend. Not happy about that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've found the template I want to use! Inuyasha and Kagome in a bike, with a couple of Inuyasha sketches at the top. Purrfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12897148-111609883110138611?l=misutuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/feeds/111609883110138611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12897148&amp;postID=111609883110138611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111609883110138611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12897148/posts/default/111609883110138611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misutuki.blogspot.com/2005/05/hip-and-hop-and-hippopotamus.html' title='The Hip and the Hop and the Hippopotamus'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232383578181030335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/misutuki/ava1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
