<?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-6365132745524535775</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:54:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambles</title><subtitle type='html'>Haha....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365132745524535775.post-4278752206279861700</id><published>2009-05-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:04:19.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently watching Bring It On with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow badass are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. Bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'm going to be posting frequently again. So how's this sad post for a comeback?&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/6365132745524535775-4278752206279861700?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4278752206279861700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=4278752206279861700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/4278752206279861700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/4278752206279861700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/lulz.html' title='Lulz.'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-7857640710013585202</id><published>2009-05-26T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:20:18.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I haven't posted on this in about 2 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Odd, I miss it, and yet I've never been much of a Blogger. Maybe it's just because I seriously miss that summer. Summer 07' was amazing. And I didn't even blog it in it's entirety. Not meaning to sound whiny, but that was my last normal summer. Well not normal, exactly. But before junior high. Now I'm going into highschool next year. A lot has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like staying up extremely late, watching Aqua Teens with Levi &amp;amp; getting kicked off of Vampire Freaks as the "Vampire Le-Loser". Detroit Lake, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one should be fun. I get out of school in about 16 days (I think), and then I have two days inbetween school getting out and leaving to DC. After 5 days in Washington DC, I fly back to the airport, DON'T GO HOME, and spend the night only to leave for Hawaii the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Not been feeling too good. Stayed home today. Got back from Sasquatch yesterday. Had an amazing time, however I think I got bad heatstroke and now I feel crappy. Chills, headache, stomach ache, and extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's bumped up my Amytriptaline dosage to 30mg. Ahah, and I already have a hard time getting up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably blog later. I think I'm going to go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&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/6365132745524535775-7857640710013585202?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7857640710013585202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=7857640710013585202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/7857640710013585202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/7857640710013585202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-i-havent-posted-on-this-in-about-2.html' title='Wow, I haven&apos;t posted on this in about 2 years.'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-2029001202173478033</id><published>2007-06-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:09:49.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy, Black, and Pendulous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rocky, Rocky, Rah! Rah! Rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show in the theater for the first time yesterday! It was so much fun, I want to join the cast! Because it was a midnight movie, we didn't really get home till about 3:30 am! The Rocky Horror experience? Well, read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at about 10:00 pm to my grandfathers house. He drove us there and picked us up so we didn't get mugged. Always a good thing. I was not in costume, but I did dress up! Rocky Horror t shirt, black silk mini skirt, purple tights, and tons of eyeliner applied myself in a cat-eye style. Oh, and huge, Magenta hair! Even thought my favorite character isn't Magenta, it's Columbia, it looked awesome. Also, my mom used tons of hair spray on herself, and she had hair straight outa 1985!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, and we hung outside the doors with the other people till it opened. We were not the first people there, but we were first in line. I guess we picked a good place to stand! We got in, and got a good seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show started, the director of the cast/cabaret that would be preforming it out in front of the screen told us a few stories while they set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she told us about why she doesn't drink tequila. Apparently she drank to much, tried to kiss this guy many times, and the both puked. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next she told us about the first time she took acid. She dropped 10 lines and thought that the white van she was laying on was a loaf of Wonderbread. She found one of her friends in front of a tree saying: "Oh yeah baby, take those leaves off!" She also found some guy naked in the forest, in a crane stance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a guy named Elliot came up on stage. He was going to play Frank. He did the de-virginizing. If you hadn't seen the movie in the theater in over six months, or ever, you had to come up on stage. Once up there, we were separated into genders. Girls on one side, guys on th other. Then, if you were under 19, you had to step up and turn around, and bend over. Mooning the audience! Mooning because we were all in skirts! I looked up at the guy, and said: "I'm 12!", he said, "Do it anyway!" Then, the audience was instructed to all yell: "Fuck!" He then said: "Congrats! You're all going to jail for fucking the 12 year old!" I almost fell off the stage laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for the rest of them, they had different contests. The show started, nobody brought props, but they did yell out everything. It was hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, as you were walking out, you got to shake all the actor's hands. We sat out on the bench, and waited to be picked up. All in all, it was extremely fun, and I hope to do it again whenever possible!&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/6365132745524535775-2029001202173478033?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2029001202173478033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=2029001202173478033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/2029001202173478033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/2029001202173478033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/heavy-black-and-pendulous.html' title='Heavy, Black, and Pendulous!'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365132745524535775.post-1516228884963188148</id><published>2007-06-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:24:35.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Losers Winning Big On The Lottery, Rehab Rejects Still Sniffing Glue...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sorry, sorry, I know. I'm such a slacker. I haven't posted in a few days, but I thought about posting!? Um, yeah......Well. School is out, it's awesome, nothing much has changed since the last post. My hair, (obviously!) is still pink, um...... I have volleyball today again, wish my team luck! I'm trying to decide if I want to under-hand serve the wrong way that my coach taught me, or the way that you're supposed to? I say screw the coach. I'll serve the way I want to serve! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for this weekend! SUPER EXCITED! Okay, Rocky Horror has been my favoritre movie since I was four. I've seen it more than 100 times -AT LEAST! But, for the first time, I'm going to see it in the movie theater! Also, we are going to the mall. NO, not the awesome one that's outdoors I have written about, but Washington Square Mall. I need to scope out the cosmetics section. Recently I have acquired a love for eyeliner, and in not only black, but in bright colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother hates it, my mother loves it, my dad is dealing with it. Not bad at all! But anywhoo, I need to get some very vibrant liner and shadow that I can use as liner. YIPPIEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, because of the lack of solid topic, I have decided to list the weird things about me. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I try to speak in a British way whenever I think about it, but that's not often. Normally at school. Vocabulary speaking, not accent. Then I'd just look like a poseur and a dumb American....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this stuffed animal that I got when I was very little. You know. Some people have stuffed animals, some have blankets. That kind of thing. Well anyway, it's a cow named Claude Moo. I decided right there in Daisy Kingdom that it was a French cow. Odd, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spelling theater, theatre, for some un-known reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like saying shiz, instead of shit. Feckin, instead of fucking, and bey-otch, better than bitch. Not for the reason that I'm not ballsey enough to say the real thing, and I do on occasion. Normally if I hurt myself, for example. It's just that I like to put my own spin on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can quote the dialog of Rocky Horror in it's entirety, without the movie in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother says I look like Shirley Manson and Curt Cobain. I don't see it, but others, not just my mother, do. Hmmmph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great passion for Green Day! Of course. Favorite band of all time! Placebo is also, but I stopped counting as number 1, 2, 3, and so on. My mom listened to lot's of Green Day, when she was pregnant, and I would dance in her stomach! I also love Big Audio Dynamite. Mind you, not as much of the Clash.......(if you happen to be stupid, than I'll inform you that The Clash's frontman, Joe Strummer, died. Mick Jones, also in The Clash, formed his own band, Big Audio Dynamite. I call them B.A.D.) My dad played lot's of B.A.D. too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm O.C.D. but have not been diagnosed. Why? I think I'm my own kind of O.C.D. I don't do weird little rituals, but I'm SUPER obsessive? Teedledeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know WAY too much music trivia., WAY too much Green Day trivia, and way too much Rocky Horror trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only play song from the 1970's so far on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dead cat sleeps on my feet at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's house is haunted. I've seen the old man that walks the hallways, the lady in a white dress, and "The Shadow", and others have seen it too! I once slept on the couch for two weeks, and every night, I'd wake up to the shadow staring my right in the face! That's one hella angry ghost! The old man walks down our hallways at night. I have to keep my door closed, because my the hallway leads directly into my room. He'll patrol my room if I don't. Once, Levi, (my dad's, girlfriend's 14-year old son.) was using the hall bathroom, (MY BATHROOM!) and almost missed the toilet because the old guy walked in. Ewwww, I don't want pee on my floor! EWWWW!!!!! The lady will stand in your doorway if you leave it open. Sometimes she's in my dad's room. I didn't mention these things, till we all were talking, and the topic came up. We all wrote down what we saw, the characteristics of the "spooky people", and they all matched! I wouldn't have it any other way, now. I love living in a haunted house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BYE PEEPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6365132745524535775-1516228884963188148?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1516228884963188148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=1516228884963188148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/1516228884963188148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/1516228884963188148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/losers-winning-big-on-lottery-rehab.html' title='&quot;Losers Winning Big On The Lottery, Rehab Rejects Still Sniffing Glue....&quot;'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-8565652414776919840</id><published>2007-06-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:54:13.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Something Unpredictable, But In The End Is Right, I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aww, it was the last day of school. I've only gone there for one year, but there were people crying. Of course I wasn't crying, I have too much dignity for that, but it was slightly depressing. I really love my teachers. I only got them for one year which sucks ass. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, it was Extreme Makeover - Miranda Edition today.....lol. So, up until this point, my hair has been jaw level, VERY curly, and super light-brown, almost verging on dark blonde. *shudders* But anyway, I went to my all-time favorite gay man, Chris, my hair stylist. I first went to him with a shlumpy, mid-back level, head of mousey-brown hair. I told him that I wanted something VERY different, and told him to go hog-wild and do whatever he wanted with it, as long as he didn't shave my head. I tell ya, he works wonders! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;WONDERS &lt;/span&gt;I say! So, I went to him this time, and I wanted some major color. I now have millions of smallish fuchsia streaks! It's awwwesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went into the coolest store ever today. It's called the "Black Market", and it's what Hot Topic is trying to be. You know, take a Hot Topic, strip it's emo-ness, poseur-ness, and teenager-ness, and you have the place. I got a t shirt that was just screaming my name. The Rocky Horror Picture Show has been my favorite movie since I was four, and for the first time, I have a R.H.P.S. shirt! It has the pair of lips, (see the top of my page!) and "Science fiction, Double Feature" in the creepy, dripping-blood font. It's a black shirt, and everything on it's white. I quite liked my look today, heavily-lined with black eyeliner-ed eyeballs, pink hair, Rocky Horror shirt, and comfy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this post makes me seem so materialistic! BAH! Dammit, I'm not.....DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people love shoes, (my mother calls herself a "Shoe Whore") some people love accessories, I love t shirts. You know what sounds fun, making a how-to thing on aquiring a excellent t shirt collection. Kind of a dumb topic for anybody but me, but school is over, so I need something to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLES!!!&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/6365132745524535775-8565652414776919840?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8565652414776919840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=8565652414776919840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8565652414776919840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8565652414776919840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-something-unpredictable-but-in-end.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Something Unpredictable, But In The End Is Right, I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life....&quot;'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-4415100993193432895</id><published>2007-06-10T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:02:11.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My favorite waste of time. Both spineless and sublime..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damn, that's one fine song. If only they'd played that at the concert. No links today, I don't want to mess around with the html coding crap. Bleh, whatever happened to just putting the web url and it automatically making it into a link, huh?!? Today was a day of learning. No, don't try to find something really "useful" or meaningful in the following list of things newly learned today, there just things at random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;#1: Whammy bars are a pain in the ass. Especially if they get jammed and you can't remove them!! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#2: The best burgers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; come from this place where I live. We had to drive for like 30 minutes, (not a lot) to get there, and it was so worth it. Yeah, I know. Why am I talking without giving out the name of the restaurant? Well, it's simple. I forgot the name. SO...., my trusty parental will undoubtably post the name of the place, and then I will edit the name in the following place, and make it look like I knew it all along. :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Giant Burger&lt;/span&gt;______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;#3: Swearing in Spanish is funnah. Really funnah! So is French. I got to work on my accent though, it's a throw-off. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;#4: Regal Cinema's have the  comfiest chairs. I saw Pirates 3 today, unfortunately, I missed the last scene after the credits. Praise the internet pirates, (and not in the movie kinda way...) or as mother's ex calls it, who's name shall remain confidential and will be substituted with "The Jolly Bald Giant", "Time Shifting". HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;#4: I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;as bad of a blogger as I thought.......I admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;#5: Finally, that I really don't want to go camping without my own sleeping bag this August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So, that's it folks, I don't feel like devoting much more time today to typing this post, so:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au Revoir&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/6365132745524535775-4415100993193432895?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4415100993193432895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=4415100993193432895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/4415100993193432895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/4415100993193432895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favorite-waste-of-time-both.html' title='&quot;My favorite waste of time. Both spineless and sublime...&quot;'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365132745524535775.post-7695217051717088960</id><published>2007-06-09T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:40:03.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's Entertainment!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHAHA!!!!!! My god I'm so easily amused. Finally back at my mom's house, I was only gone for one day but I was babysitting. Agg.......two 4-year old twins. Glad that's over! So, what to do? I get home, listen to some Pink Floyd, surf the internet only to find nothing of interest, and then an idea sprang to mind! Okay, you know how incorrect those Google translators are, right?! So, I decided to translate song lyrics into Russian and then back to English. What I found out? It's feckin' funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I tried to do the html thing, and that part worked fine with the link, but for some reason, it didn't keep the translation. So, I guess I'll just have to post the lyrics right here, wont I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day's "Longview" in Russian-translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Sit around and watch the tube but nothings to change channels 2 hours Twiddle my thumbs Im just a little sick of all the same old born in the house with the doors unlocked and Im Da lazy Bite my lip and close my eyes take me to heaven because they damn boring They will be blind! ! ! And I feel like I was born Pil is a form of the seat and get me moving, I am confident in hell unless And all this just Im feeling like a dog in heat Barred indoors from the summer street I locked the door of my cell I lost key Sit around and watch the phone, not calling Call me pathetic, call me what you will be My mother said to get a job, but she would not receive one shes When masturbations lost its pleasure that ... Yes breaking Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me to heaven because they damn boring They will be blind and loneliness is a Bite my lip and close my eyes Slipping way to paradise Some say quit or go blind Ill. But only a myth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, was that worth your precious time? Probably not. But anywhoo, I found it hysterical! I tried a Placebo song too, of course. Nancy Boy turned out so unrecognizable that I chose not to use it as an example here. The always lovely GD worked just fine I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Green Day, if you like em, check out their official fansite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenday.com/greenday.html"&gt;Awwwwwesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We could always use some extra idiots! Don't take that literally, if you're part of the&lt;br /&gt;official Green Day fanclub like moi, than you are part of the Idiot Club. Yes, you do&lt;br /&gt;have to pay for the membership, but......, it's a must for any Green Day enthusiast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, for those Placebo fans out there, a linkie just for you! Since I've already given&lt;br /&gt;the link to the official site, here's a link to the best Placebo forum! If you're offended&lt;br /&gt;by "open-mindedness", then stay clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://placebofww.proboards76.com/index.cgi"&gt;PFWW&lt;/a&gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6365132745524535775-7695217051717088960?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7695217051717088960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=7695217051717088960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/7695217051717088960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/7695217051717088960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/thats-entertainent.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s Entertainment!&quot;'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365132745524535775.post-7482432967301324310</id><published>2007-06-07T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:31:15.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Run Away From All Your Boredom, Run Away From All Your Whoredom"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm back. Haha, volleyball wasn't that bad. I just hate having to run around the perimeter of the building, (which doesn't only house volleyball I might add. It's big!) to warm up. Since we were playing another team, the first team to bump the ball back and forth 10 times without dropping it didn't have to run. We won, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUSHY MOTHER &lt;/span&gt;said to do it anyways, and then proceeded to look at me funny for running in the first place. Sometimes I wonder....... Oh, and hi mom, since you'll read this anyways!&lt;br /&gt; I didn't go to school today, I woke up with the worst headache I've ever had. Apparently, when my mother came in to wake me up, I was frowning and holding my forehead in my sleep. The light hurt. Bahhh........&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I'm actually posting at my dad's house, and I should stop wasting my time here and go to sleep. You know, I just might do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bonne Nuit&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/6365132745524535775-7482432967301324310?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7482432967301324310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=7482432967301324310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/7482432967301324310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/7482432967301324310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/run-away-from-all-your-boredom-run-away.html' title='&quot;Run Away From All Your Boredom, Run Away From All Your Whoredom&quot;'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365132745524535775.post-8798520368826642046</id><published>2007-06-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:14:18.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You can have anything you want, but you better not take it from me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh, good old Guns N Roses. I left my cd case at my dad's house, and he isn't answering his phone, so I don't have all of my music. Good thing for GNR! Whew!&lt;br /&gt; Well, it's been a long day. Not a bad one. We had this talent show thing, but we ran out of time before I got up to play my guitar. Oh well, tomorrow I guess. Short post today, I got better stuff to do. Singing really loudly perhaps!?! Lol. Talk to ya later tonight. =)&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/6365132745524535775-8798520368826642046?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8798520368826642046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=8798520368826642046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8798520368826642046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8798520368826642046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-can-have-anything-you-want-but-you.html' title='&quot;You can have anything you want, but you better not take it from me&quot;'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-292601489357689548</id><published>2007-06-05T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:41:26.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I used to sometimes try to catch her, but never even caught her name"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello all, time for a catch up. Notice that I used a line from the Cure song "Catch". I haven't really been posting much on my dad's days, (joint custody) so here is my weekend, Monday, and Tuesday, reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, Saturday was awesome! It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; fun. Okay, here's some back history for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, Saturday wont make since without it. So, my father and his father, own property up in the mountains. No, not the snowy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;winterwonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; mountains that you normally think of, just red dirt, and plants. Well, besides the weird crap that goes on there. As you have probably figured, it's not a place of population density. Well, as many of the stories go, there was a old woman that lived there ages ago. Voodoo priestess or whatever, she was there. She made a doll. It's cursed. It's been showing up all of my dad's life, and the last time someone really messed with it, bad stuff happened. People got drunk and were dancing with it. Pictures were taken, and after getting them developed, the pictures of "the doll" were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;imposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; over the rest of the images on the film. So, that means that the following people, or pets, had a picture of them with the doll...creepy! Stan, (a dog) was shot and killed. Shadow, (the other dog) was shot and barely made it. My parents divorced, my aunt and her boyfriend split up, and other really creepy stuff. It shows up in different cabins. Old, old, old, ones, and the main two are the honey shack, and Pete's cabin. Pete is dead, the honey shack (short for honeymooner's shack) was built by old hippies, that deserted the place for no reason. The doll moves by itself. Also, the pioneers got lost somewhere up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Back-story, over. So, anyway, it was just my dad, his girlfriend's 14-year-old son, and the son's best friend. We ate at a restaurant, they heard the stories, and we persuaded my dad to take us to see the doll. I'd never seen it. Off we went, we got to my grandfather's small house, and prepared for the hike. Then, we hiked a couple of miles, up-hill, in the sun. It was 95 degrees out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. We got there, and do you know what boy #2 did, (the best friend) HE DANCED WITH THE DOLL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.....!!!!! So anyways, we went home, boy #2 showed me some Nirvana and Green Day songs on the guitar, dad hid in the computer room, boy #1, (girlfriend's son) sat all depressive in the corner, and then we all went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes, a little bit more! Sunday, we went swimming in a river. The water was so cold that I think I got frost-bite. No, literally, I went numb! Fun though. Monday SUCKED. As all Mondays do unless there's no school, and today was a little bland. Till volleyball, I mean. I really missed it. And the coaches are actual hard-asses about the sport! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Horray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;! After being on a real team that went to championships, after-school sports seem a little.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-advanced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&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/6365132745524535775-292601489357689548?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/292601489357689548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=292601489357689548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/292601489357689548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/292601489357689548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-used-to-sometimes-try-to-catch-her.html' title='&quot;I used to sometimes try to catch her, but never even caught her name&quot;'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365132745524535775.post-8759938653171779956</id><published>2007-06-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:21:55.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to distroy my sweater.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Good evening! Ahh, it's been quite a nice day. Just got back from dinner. We ate at Macaroni Grill, and wandered the outdoor shopping mall that surrounds. Yeah, yeah, I know. I hate the mall. However, I don't mind this one. It not being in a building makes it feel less claustrophobic. Like you're not forced to stay in the same area of the bimbos. Well anyway, my mother bought me some cute shirts and new pairs of jeans at Gap. Always good. I was starting to pull the white-rapper look. Pants falling down and all. Even a belt couldn't securely keep them on my arse. Hah, maybe because they're like one or two sizes too big?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Next, we strolled into Hot Topic. Again, I know, emo, pseudo-goth, yadda, yadda, yadda. Whatever. And anyways, the one out here isn't as emo-brat infested as the normal mall. I got a Sex Pistols t-shirt. Always a good choice.......I finally found the God Save The Queen logo, instead of the one with Sid on it. For god's sake man, why would you put Sid Vicious to represent the band! Half the time, his guitar wasn't even plugged in! He was to cracked out! Dammit, no wonder Johnny Rotten, (excuse me, John Lydon) is so bitter! Not only was he screwed by the record label, but by fame! Arrggg.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6365132745524535775-8759938653171779956?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8759938653171779956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=8759938653171779956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8759938653171779956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8759938653171779956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-want-to-distroy-my-sweater.html' title='If you want to distroy my sweater.......'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-96814583220288134</id><published>2007-05-31T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:27:37.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites The Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Yawn, okie, I'm here. Long day, but not a bad one. Memorizing poems in Reading, and presenting them. Ran in gym today, I'm not half bad. Boring schedule, right? I think so. What to talk about? Perhaps this is the reason that I'm horrible at blogging? I can think of either &lt;strong&gt;WAY &lt;/strong&gt;to much to say, or nothing! Bahh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Random thoughts I pondered today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#1: There is no way that Kurt shot himself. Quite a cliche thought, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#2: Why can't people get a hint!? If I don't want to spend the day talking with you in class, and that's made VERY obvious, simple command: Go away. Clear enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;#3; That I need to buy the following albums so I can stop beating myself over the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Pink Floyd - The Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Pink Floyd - Dark Side Of The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Whatever Harvey Danger album has Flagpole Sitta on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Beatles - Sgt. Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Well, that's it folks, not that interesting, huh? Let's all hope that my blogging skills improve! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&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/6365132745524535775-96814583220288134?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/96814583220288134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=96814583220288134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/96814583220288134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/96814583220288134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites The Dust'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-1729861916595044920</id><published>2007-05-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:05:23.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every You, Every Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Watched a movie called Cruel Intentions yesterday, mainly for the reason that the first song in the movie and track #1 on the soundtrack happens to be, oh, I don't know, PLACEBO. For some unknown reason, I expected it to have a happy ending. Why? The song's lyrics aren't depressing, but there definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; perky. Want a link?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/placebo/every+you+every+me_20109399.html"&gt;Linkie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; See! Well, I don't want to give away the movie to anyone who's not seen it. I will say that the wrong person died! Why not Katherine! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done now. I really wanted to go see Pirates 3 last weekend, but instead, we did something better. After spending way to much money on cds, we drove to the beach not for the sake of the beach, but for a food place called Mo's. Yummy. On the way there, we listened to a interesting mix of Nirvana, The Jesus And Mary Chain, Gary Numan, The Jam, Social D, (Social Distortion) and other things that escape me at the moment. Today, I got two more cds. I really am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;moocher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Got the special limited edition of Once More With Feeling. The one that's imported from Holland. YAY! Now I don't have to chose which cd to listen to every day. The other cd I got, wasn't originally mine, my mother bought it for herself, and after driving really fast, listening to it, breaking traffic laws, and I rearranged her cd collection for her, gave it to me. SCORE! Oh, wait. Ignore me, I got 3. Forgot Rob Zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6365132745524535775-1729861916595044920?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1729861916595044920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=1729861916595044920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/1729861916595044920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/1729861916595044920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/every-you-every-me.html' title='Every You, Every Me'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-8062881209158396943</id><published>2007-05-30T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:08:42.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Of Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God, I love that song. No luck with the profile, I tried, and for some reason it decided not to save when I clicked the damn save button. =( But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'll try again when I regain patience. Most of it I could do-over, but I just finished my huge music list, it took me 10 minutes to type. What now? Zilch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, my second post should be about something interesting, right? Quite a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discretion&lt;/span&gt; I'm in now. NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PRESSURE&lt;/span&gt;! Um, the post is a little late, as the concert happened over a month ago, but it's my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Band: &lt;strong&gt;Placebo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Venue: &lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roseland&lt;/span&gt; Theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This was most definitely the best concert I've ever been to. The infamous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roseland&lt;/span&gt; Theater, once called the Starry Night, has a bad reputation starting off with the dead bodies found in the basement. People complain of it being too loud. Not a great place to see anybody but a really great band. You'll devote your hearing to them for the next week! More complains about the cigarette smoke. Okay, the upstairs is a place where you can drink and smoke. Deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Being my age, I obviously didn't go to the 21+ bar section. Instead, I got straight up to the separator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt;! That's about as close to the stage as you get without standing with the body guards. I stood at the perfect part of the stage too. Most of the concert was facing my direction, the lead singer was a few feet in front of me the whole time, and they payed more attention to this part of the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The opening band was AWFUL. Really horrible! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Evaline&lt;/span&gt;. The lead singer was freaky, my mother renamed the band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt; Sex Monkey. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;screachy&lt;/span&gt;, not together, and not coordinated to be bad metal. The lead singer promptly walked off the stage and puked after the set. ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Small break. I went to the bathroom to put on my new concert t shirt. What's so interesting about this? Well, I disconnected my knee in the stall getting my shirt on! I had to crawl out to the sinks and have some fans pop it back in for me. The most ironic part of all, is the shirt had a quote from their first single off their new album: "Someone call the ambulance, there's gonna be an accident."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The show started. I sang every word, I had no voice. Do I really need to review the obviously best part of the concert? No, I don't. If you've ever seen your favorite band in concert for the first time, just think of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We went out to get dinner late at night at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pancake&lt;/span&gt; house, but the 24 hour open sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;lead us. It wasn't open. We cooked some ourselves, went to bed, and I wrote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fanmail&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Good enough second post? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&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/6365132745524535775-8062881209158396943?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8062881209158396943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=8062881209158396943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8062881209158396943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/8062881209158396943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/born-of-frustration.html' title='Born Of Frustration'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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-6365132745524535775.post-4460789494367112938</id><published>2007-05-30T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:21:39.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid (My blogging skills)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hello ladies and geltlemoons, I have once again, attempted to start blogging. This has proved un-sucessful in the past, but there's always hope. I don't want to spend a long time on an intro, rather start posting about what I feel like posting. The stuff about me is what my profile is for. I shall go edit it now, as it's current state is un-acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6365132745524535775-4460789494367112938?l=doodaadaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4460789494367112938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6365132745524535775&amp;postID=4460789494367112938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/4460789494367112938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365132745524535775/posts/default/4460789494367112938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doodaadaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/horrid.html' title='Horrid (My blogging skills)'/><author><name>BazketCaze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720898257208835471</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></feed>
