<?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-4481026749764266916</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:41:58.078-06:00</updated><category term='The M word'/><category term='a very merry un-birthday'/><category term='sigh...romance'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Accident Prone'/><category term='panicking...as usual'/><category term='and now back to...mental'/><category term='THE friends'/><category term='video games'/><category term='I&apos;d like to file a complaint'/><category term='Music is cool'/><category term='Aaaawwkkkwaaaard'/><category term='random'/><category term='NYLSC'/><category term='peeps'/><category term='iunder construction'/><category term='updates'/><category term='my family'/><category term='war'/><category term='school...bleh'/><category term='aha moments'/><category term='forgive my ignorance'/><category term='sports FIEND'/><category term='i love my amazing new follower'/><category term='OMG AN AWARD'/><category term='partytime'/><category term='All these feelings'/><category term='complications'/><category term='HELP ME'/><category term='midnight blogging'/><category term='my personal zoo...i mean...pets'/><category term='EW. 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Who wants to know?</title><subtitle type='html'>If you don't like it then you can just hop off the trolley and skidoo your way back to hater town!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5113319680290137942</id><published>2011-01-31T21:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:01:56.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yall. I moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoslacker.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5113319680290137942?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5113319680290137942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5113319680290137942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5113319680290137942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-yall.html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6830825131436578044</id><published>2011-01-26T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:36:46.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve reached the pinnacle of insanity...&lt;br&gt;Mom: you&amp;#39;d rather go to practice than go out on your birthday?!&lt;br&gt;Me: well......yes.&lt;br&gt;Mom: ...   :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6830825131436578044?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6830825131436578044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-reached-pinnacle-of-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6830825131436578044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6830825131436578044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-reached-pinnacle-of-insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6915202875663346696</id><published>2011-01-26T19:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:30:29.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:&amp;#39;D awwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6915202875663346696?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6915202875663346696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/awwwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6915202875663346696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6915202875663346696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/awwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8689976057881291068</id><published>2011-01-20T21:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:19:25.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rodents make terrible pets. Or at least if you&amp;#39;re me they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8689976057881291068?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8689976057881291068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/rodents-make-terrible-pets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8689976057881291068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8689976057881291068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/rodents-make-terrible-pets.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3427123879610095230</id><published>2011-01-20T20:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:05:53.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, "It's almost bedtime so finish your homework." DOESN'T make my homework go away OR finish itself. So UPS yourself to STFU Island so I dont have to try and remember what sleep was like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3427123879610095230?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3427123879610095230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/bedtime-so-finish-your-homework-make-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3427123879610095230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3427123879610095230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/bedtime-so-finish-your-homework-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6795188708142057412</id><published>2011-01-18T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:36:15.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Basketball,&lt;br&gt;Everyone humbly requests that you quit being an asshole. Use the free time you steal to make a machine replacing our lost sleep. &lt;br&gt;Still &amp;lt;3 you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6795188708142057412?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6795188708142057412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-basketball-everyone-humbly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6795188708142057412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6795188708142057412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-basketball-everyone-humbly.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8328897249351244978</id><published>2011-01-09T17:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:48:43.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the concept of &amp;#39;potential&amp;#39; is at least 50% bullshit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8328897249351244978?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8328897249351244978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-concept-of-is-at-least-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8328897249351244978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8328897249351244978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-concept-of-is-at-least-50.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6760993154058108784</id><published>2011-01-08T20:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:53:48.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you try to tell yourself and others something but then you realize that you&amp;#39;re probably lying? I HATE THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6760993154058108784?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6760993154058108784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-how-sometimes-you-try-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6760993154058108784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6760993154058108784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-how-sometimes-you-try-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-4714370670350279595</id><published>2010-06-02T23:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:34:49.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports FIEND'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick blog'/><title type='text'>This is your face on stress.</title><content type='html'>This was my face when I didn't immediatly find my track sweatpants :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my face when I STILL didn't find them :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my face as I am currently munching on Hot Tamales at 11:34 at night and distressedly trying to find my pants. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my face at 11:36 as I rush upstairs with a flashlight to see if my pants are upstairs &gt;O= :) (that thing is a lightbulb by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my face as I come racing down the stairs (about to break my neck) with my pants and a handful of Hot Tamales stuffed in my mouth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to go to sleep, and all of these delicious sugary Hot Tamales are going to cement into body fat because my brain and digestive system are like "AW HAAAAAAYYYYYLLLL NO! I'm tired too you jerk! You know what?! SCREW YOU. I'm not digesting this and burning it up. You can just let it TURN INTO FAT. YOU LIKE THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.steadyhealth.com/articles/user_files/12904/Image/angry-mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And guess what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still eating those Hot Tamales. What can I say? I'm a bored eater and candy is DELICIOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to control my eating habits...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar : (I'm really tired and I have a track meet tomorrow...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and 'BTW'...when I said "I came running down the stairs with my pants and a handful of hot tamales shoved in my mouth" I did NOT mean that my PANTS were in my mouth too. I just wanted to clarify because I am the type of person that would read that wrong and think it was a lot funnier than it was...just sayin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-4714370670350279595?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/4714370670350279595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-your-face-on-stress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4714370670350279595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4714370670350279595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-your-face-on-stress.html' title='This is your face on stress.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-4376384672021169158</id><published>2010-06-01T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:10:49.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure exhaustion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school...bleh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick blog'/><title type='text'>Le Premier Juin.</title><content type='html'>It is the first of JUNE! Gawsh this year has flown (and dragged at some points...) And I am THIS CLOSE (yeah yeah I know you can't see my fingers...you get the point) to not being a freshman. I won't say THIS CLOSE to  not having to do anything for three months because that my friends would be called a LIE. All summer long I have sports and god knows what else going on. My typical morning will most likely be,&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up early&lt;br /&gt;2. Bike to my school (about 4.5miles away)&lt;br /&gt;3. Run (as in CROSS COUNTRY)&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to basketball and die there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side Miss Leah (she's a super amazing awesome senior who you don't really know...) is the co-coach person for my basketball league! Lemme hear a woop woop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am having major issues with this whole "do homework" thing, I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar o.-zzZZ (that's my one eye open 'is it over yet' sleeping face)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-4376384672021169158?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/4376384672021169158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/06/le-premier-juin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4376384672021169158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4376384672021169158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/06/le-premier-juin.html' title='Le Premier Juin.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7640587373435581046</id><published>2010-05-29T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:04:14.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d like to file a complaint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick blog'/><title type='text'>So Close, But OH SO FAR</title><content type='html'>WOW. It is almost the end of the year and I don't know what I am going to do with myself. This means that my sports will be ending (I mean sort of...) and I will be around my sisters ALL DAY. My summer is going to consist of basketball, basketball, more basketball, and cross country, and more cross country... Along with whatever else rears it's head. Plus I will have summer homework...woopee...sophmoredome is coming up fast. That means 2 YEARS until I am a senior. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to all of this 'awesomeness' is the fact that my mother is a @#)(*% and I cannot handle my family, yet I am being stuck with them more. I thought being older was supposed to mean more freedom. Not less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm watching Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. So I'm going to leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll miss me...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7640587373435581046?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7640587373435581046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-close-but-oh-so-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7640587373435581046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7640587373435581046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-close-but-oh-so-far.html' title='So Close, But OH SO FAR'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-4573632839135768594</id><published>2010-05-24T23:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:39:24.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EW. Sick People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports FIEND'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school...bleh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick blog'/><title type='text'>Oh. My. Glob.</title><content type='html'>It is WAY too hot out, and the conference meet for track is tomorrow! Plus I'm sick...so it's Robitussin, Airborne and allergy meds for me tomorrow :) And no, I am NOT a druggie because Airborne is vitamin immune booster stuff, and I need to take my allergy meds. Don't judge me. Anyhow, I've lost all of my "get my work done" ness and I don't understand my math right now. Anyone know how to find the zeros of a polynomial using factoring and synthetic division? No? I didn't think so...and neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed no matter how you slice it...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar &gt;.&lt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-4573632839135768594?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/4573632839135768594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my-glob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4573632839135768594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4573632839135768594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my-glob.html' title='Oh. My. Glob.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-4126069618708086763</id><published>2010-05-15T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:27:49.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What defines the line between poetic or creative and flat out crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-4126069618708086763?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/4126069618708086763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-defines-line-between-poetic-or.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4126069618708086763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4126069618708086763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-defines-line-between-poetic-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-865589386497059926</id><published>2010-04-09T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:13:47.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aha moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>BRAVO!</title><content type='html'>O.M.G. cue the crazy giggling because my sister is a GENIUS (Victoria that is...). Have you ever been around a guy who drowns himself in Axe cologne or body spray and you just about die? Well Victoria has deemed this phenomenon the "Axemosphere" like 'atmosphere'? Am I the only one who thinks this is COMPLETELY genuis? So next time you end up behind someone who needs to lay off the spray, just tell them that "They're killing you with their axemosphere"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEHEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-865589386497059926?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/865589386497059926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/04/bravo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/865589386497059926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/865589386497059926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/04/bravo.html' title='BRAVO!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6677852250929533949</id><published>2010-04-05T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:25:09.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EW. Sick People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports FIEND'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school...bleh'/><title type='text'>Oh Me Oh My Oh Pizza Pie</title><content type='html'>If anyone is still out there, that's awesome. If not? Well I am a pretty irresponsible blogger so...yeah... Just wanted to say hey to everyone while I'm on my sick day. I really don't WANT to be home, but my asthma is kickin my "you-know-what" and I have a bunch of homework that I didn't get done. So no track meet tomorrow for me. You might want to call my friends and make sure that I don't do anything crazy! Justs kidding...sort of... But yeah! Track started (WOOOOOHOOOOOO!) and as far as I know I'm doing hurdles, high jump, throwing (I REALLY prefer discus but I'm not sure what my coach will have me compete in) and hopefully the 100m (I say hopefully because there are a LOT of sprinters) so yeah! That's about it...for now. I'll be back eventually to give a longer post, but right now I'm supposed to be doing an essay that I have gotten nowhere on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6677852250929533949?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6677852250929533949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-me-oh-my-oh-pizza-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6677852250929533949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6677852250929533949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-me-oh-my-oh-pizza-pie.html' title='Oh Me Oh My Oh Pizza Pie'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1333842298632128863</id><published>2010-02-16T22:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:51:07.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a very merry un-birthday'/><title type='text'>A Very Merry Unbirthday TO: YELLA!</title><content type='html'>Fancy This! My first legit post of the new year (yes I know how pathetic that is, seeing as it is...um...the SIXTEENTH of February!) And that date that my interior monologue just mentioned also just happens to be a very special day! It is the day that my best home-slice Alley was born! So go &lt;a href="http://http//yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and tell her happy birthday! OR ELSE. I will hunt yoyu down and make scary teenager faces at you! Just kidding. But seriously, who doesn't like birthday wishes! I don't have any fancy pictures or anything like she had, but I can list 15 things about her! (Since shes a big 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She has a dog named Jack (who is significantly less cool than MY dog Rio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She doesn't like frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3....or pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shes lactose intolerant or whatever and has some MAJOR issues with sugar and dairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She eats it anyways, then talks about how it's going to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She is NOT a hater of Bear Grylls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She definatly could be defined as a hater of Les Stroud (Survivorman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Her brother is friends with a bunch of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She prefers Xbox over Playstation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She has to look at both sides of chips before she eats them. (Or at least with Doritos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Her definition of "dirty" (like rooms and such) is pretty sad.-A few things on the floor is NOT dirty-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She'll eat really random things to see what they're like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She ate bird millet last time she was at my house. (see number 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. She's a lefty but she opens her locker with her right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. She's obtained the honor (or torture...depends on the viewpoint) of BFF status! (But that's old news)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tkey.co.uk/blog/images/HappyBirthdaytoYou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOME SLICE! The next one's a big one, so don't blow all of your birthday energy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you could do as a birthday present to her (and me, incase you missed mine on the 7th) Is tell 3 people that you're following to follow her (and me) ! Since we BOTH love our followers (plus shes all about people reading her writing.) Remember to go &lt;a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and inital HERE and sign THERE and FOLLOW...and tell her happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Anniversaire Yella! (Thats happy birthday &lt;em&gt;en francais)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar &lt;:)% (the symbol is like a party horn if you use your imagination...a LOT...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1333842298632128863?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1333842298632128863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/02/very-merry-unbirthday-to-yella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1333842298632128863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1333842298632128863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/02/very-merry-unbirthday-to-yella.html' title='A Very Merry Unbirthday TO: YELLA!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7658653073612402423</id><published>2010-02-14T16:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:02:27.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports FIEND'/><title type='text'>Jeeze O-Pete</title><content type='html'>Is it love when you stick with something because even though it can make u nervous and frustrated and flat out pissed, it can also make you super happy and proud and amazed and a zillion other things, and you constantly want to work harder to be better considered love? Because if it is, then I may be in love with basketball. Someone help me. Before I lose my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7658653073612402423?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7658653073612402423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-love-when-you-stick-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7658653073612402423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7658653073612402423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-love-when-you-stick-with.html' title='Jeeze O-Pete'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1336531000225289461</id><published>2010-01-18T11:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:28:24.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEAR GRYLLS HAS A BLOG: &lt;a href="http://beargrylls.blogspot.com"&gt;beargrylls.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;    i LOVE that guy :) just saying. did you know he was the youngest briton to reach the summit of everest at 23?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1336531000225289461?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1336531000225289461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/bear-grylls-has-blog-beargrylls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1336531000225289461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1336531000225289461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/bear-grylls-has-blog-beargrylls.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5916807708356285565</id><published>2010-01-10T21:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:53:05.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Had a Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Wow. Great day right? My mom kept me home from my friends (who apparantly had a GREAT time) for multiple "reasons" that she consider's valid, but in the end just seem like nothing to me. On the other hand, I am slowly gathering movies from around my house that I like and I know my sisters would mess up. I'm hoarding them in my room! :P I'm going to a movie right now (which actually kinda makes me mad) so I'll give more details later.&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I had to type this up, because I sent it from my cell phone, but it showed up as gibberish (I will leave one of the crap posts up so you can see what you WOULD'VE seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5916807708356285565?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5916807708356285565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-3-5-ztp-beynyy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5916807708356285565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5916807708356285565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-3-5-ztp-beynyy.html' title='You&apos;ve Had a Bad Day'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-931497079423883629</id><published>2010-01-10T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:33:35.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f  ?9?] ??nr ? ?S?? ?&amp;lt;???s?^ ???2?\????9? ???.E Yf??r?O?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-931497079423883629?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/931497079423883629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-9-nr-s-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/931497079423883629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/931497079423883629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-9-nr-s-29.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5737773558223737295</id><published>2010-01-09T00:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:02:56.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TESTING ONE TWWO THREE TESTING FREAKIN ONE TWO THREEW! IF THIS WORKS IT WIL B THE FIRST POST IN A LAWWWWWNG TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5737773558223737295?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5737773558223737295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/testing-one-twwo-three-testing-freakin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5737773558223737295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5737773558223737295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2010/01/testing-one-twwo-three-testing-freakin.html' title=''/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6457438140528576721</id><published>2009-12-07T21:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:55:40.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d like to file a complaint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports FIEND'/><title type='text'>The start of something new...</title><content type='html'>We started a new trimester in school today. Over all, I'm not sure what to think. There are some good people in my classes, and some NOT so good people in them. First hour is video production, and I don't really know anyone in that class. Second hour is gym, and there are a lot of REALLY annoying people in that class such as one Parker. Ugh. Alie (not the one y'all know) is in that class, but she has other peeps in that class to talk to, so that pretty much puts the ixnay on her. Thir hour is foods, and I thought all hope was lost when Melissa got transferred to that class! Yippee! Fourth hour is english. Some of the people in that class aren't bad, but over all, its not great. Lunch I have with Clara and Alley, my two crispy home skillet biscuts. So all is well. Fifth hour is Francais. That is with Anna and Bethany like last trimester, so that class is good. The last hour is Geometry. The Lord Parker is in that class, as well as Queen Veronica. It should be...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the first half of my day is pretty bland but things take a turn for the better (mostly) at 3rd hour. Not too bad I would say! Although it was brought to my attention that I don't have any classes with this girl from basketball who is pretty cool. But she has english with Clara, Alley, and Clara's 'bf' umm...lets call him Purdy like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another basketball game tomorrow! Wish us luck, and maybe I'll give you some play by play (which you totally LOVE you know.) ;)&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER EDIT: Oh, and when i was talking about third hour, I made it seem like I WASN'T excited to have Melissa in my class. That is a lie. I just don't know how to talk. I MEANT: "I thought all hope was lost, then Melissa transferred to my class! Yippee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just clearin the air :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6457438140528576721?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6457438140528576721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6457438140528576721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6457438140528576721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-something-new.html' title='The start of something new...'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-4445048077291333131</id><published>2009-12-05T21:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:49:39.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a holiday-spread some cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports FIEND'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>Not much has really happened since the last post, but I had a couple basketball games (the first two, in fact) and also, I just so happened to inform Clara of the existance of the site. Obviously she took it well because she set up her own little secret baby (&lt;a href="http://sportsguysandchocolate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sports, Guys and Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; is where it is) so its all good. She has yet to call me a crazy psychopath or anything like that-of course I'm guessing that she hasn't read all of the posts. That can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may be able to see, I'm slowly but surely adding some Christmas-ness to the blog. You know what that means right?! A NEW VIDEO! This is a sweet song by Capital Lights. You should listen to it. Do it. I promise its not screamo (aHEM *cough*yella*cough*). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNgSMCaje4c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNgSMCaje4c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as basketball goes, we won the first game and lost the second game (the loss was like 43 to like 21 or something like that but that team TOTALLY was rediculous.). I have many comments about my team and the games that I could make, but I'm not going to burden y'all with them because it would just take more time. Over all, I guess my team is ok, some of the people are nice, and one person really gets on my nerves and the rest are popular people, but that's ok. We work pretty well together (although no one passes the ball to me even when I'm wide open unless the coach forces them to) and we won the first game with a score similar to that of the one that we lost. The coach is good too, and even though when you see him at a game and he's yelling like he's coaching in the Super Bowl it won't seem like it, he's pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the loss was yesterday and also yesterday, I hung out at Clara's house (I practically live over there, and I'm sure her parents are sick of it) and I feel kinda bad because her dad got mad at her( did I mention what happened to him?!) for not doing the 4 dishes in the sink. Shh, but I think his hand/being stuck at home might have shortened his temper. For those of you that don't know, her dad shot his hand and lost a finger and can't go back to work for a while. Thats the long story shot...I mean short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did today was go Christmas shopping and go to church and sit in the car while my mom moved some stuff for my cousin Jen. Oh ya, and I was over at Clara's house AGAIN to drop off Victoria, who was gonna go and babysit with Clara's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! Queen Veronica has unshunned me for no apparant reason. All the sudden she started talking to me in Geometry and now she half smiles at me in the hallways and she INVITED ME OVER TO HER HOUSE. Except I had this drill thing the next morning (a.k.a yesterday) so I said I couldn't. I've decided that I'm not gonna bite her head off or anything because thats kinda not worth the energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drill thing? It was interesting. We, as in the people there, went to a class for like 3 min, then we acted like it was passing time and then we were supposed to go to our next class. That for me, was lunch. When Clara and I got almost into the lunchroom, the first gunshot was fired-oh my bad, if I didn't already tell you, this was a simulation to what would happen if there was a shooter in the building and the had police, fire and medical responders there too.- so we ran into a room and sat there in the dark on the cold floor for about an hour an a half or so, and then some guy came to one of the doors and was like "The drill is off, open the door" and a guy went to open it and everyone was likke "NO NO DON'T OPEN IT!" but then the principal came in the other door and was like "I think something is wrong" and then we opened the door and part of the cafeteria had flooded! So they called off the drill early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite eventful no?&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-4445048077291333131?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/4445048077291333131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4445048077291333131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/4445048077291333131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1956718484267964015</id><published>2009-11-30T22:01:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:23:39.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a holiday-spread some cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG AN AWARD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Merry Thanksgivingmas!</title><content type='html'>*Bursts in wearing a Santa hat* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HO HO HO! MEEEEEEEEEEEERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Whats that? Oh, too soon? Hehe, my bad. Ah well. How was y'all's Thanksgiving? I would like to make a formal apology to anyone who thinks that I was knocking Thanksgiving, because I personally LOVE it. I mean I love eating and that's what you do on that day! But my loving family still made fun of me for eating a lot even though you're supposed to on Thanksgiving :( .I would like to be thankful for (I'll do 7 things since that seems to be the blogging world's favorite number...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.My family-No matter HOW much I complain about them, I still love them. From my creeper Mom to my murderous little Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.My friends-They keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.My pets-They also play a part in keeping me sane-well, except for maybe Rouge...he's a little worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.TiVO-As much as I love my computer, I don't want to have to fish it out and search crazily through the interweb to find full, episodes of my shows WITHOUT issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Cellies and the Internet-How else would I drive my mom crazy by constantly talking to my friends everywhere I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Food-Maybe this should've been higher on the list, because I freakin love this stuff. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My bloggy peeps-My blog is an vent, and other peoples blogs can do anything from make me burst out laughing in the middle of my family room floor (which drives Victoria crazy) to make me hungry (well, actually, that's a lie-I'm always hungry-it just makes me drool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Scary movies and books (particularly Stephen King books!)-They're awesome even though they probably don't help my insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I lied. I did eight things. There's probably more stuff that I can type up that I'm thankful for, but I'm going to stop there because there ARE other matters on our agenda tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we have an award. In my head, the crowd is cheering on one side and groaning on the other. As much as I love awards, I HATE trying to come up with facts. I'm just not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410123586849005794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/SxSevPkY4OI/AAAAAAAAACI/lLXUcLvLeR4/s320/superior_scribbler_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Thank the award sharing fiend&lt;br /&gt;2.Copy the award onto your blog&lt;br /&gt;3.Give the usual amount of facts (it's seven btw)&lt;br /&gt;3.Don't be greedy, pass it on to seven more bloggers&lt;br /&gt;4.Let the bloggers know you gave it to them (aka post a comment on their blog)&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say now that I'm not going to post comments for this one because I am an extremely busy high schooler what with finals coming up the DAY AFTER TOMORROW O.O , so although this is probably bad etiquette, that's too bad. I'll do it next time if I'm not shunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The area between my first and second knuckle on my fingers is generally lighter than the rest of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Chocolate is amazing. Especially with caramel. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I have a love hate relationship with my laptop (for example, just before I typed this, my internet stopped working so I tiredly got off my bed, scrambled upstairs, back downstairs while holding up my laptop hoping for my internet to come back. Finally after I disconnected from the network then reconnected, it came back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I do basketball, track, and cross country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I love being outside in the woods and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.My favorite author is probably Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I am a big fan of the Washington Redskins. Why you ask? Because I was raised that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that should about cover it. Lets go with what my friend over at &lt;a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoinkers! &lt;/a&gt;did (thank you for this award by the way) and say that if you are on my list of blogs and you want this beast, then you can have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAKIN GAWD. Finals are coming up and they will be my first ever finals and I kinda hope I don't fail them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basketball started, (which I'm pretty sure I told you) and we have our first official game tomorrow, and I GET TO START! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Hopefully I don't totally screw things up. And the 9th grade team got spiffy new uniforms, so that makes it even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, well I THINK it's finally, on Black Friday, I got to hang out with Mark and Lauren (sigh. just kidding...maybe) it was fun. We hung out at the monster mall (whose name is omitted for safety purposes) and we just kinda wandered, then we ate at a fancy italian place and Mark and I shared a pizza, and he gave me bread-hes so funny- and then we wandered some more and then we went bowling. It was amazingly fun. Here's some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-reading books out loud at Barnes and Nobles&lt;br /&gt;-sharing pizza&lt;br /&gt;-"having swagger" and walking into a store all funny just because of the cool beat that the music had...and then walking right back out.&lt;br /&gt;-multiples times he said, "haha I love you R-er..um-Helcar" (not like &lt;3-more like home dawg love. Its still cool)&lt;br /&gt;And in the store that we walked into, (we went back in to look around with Laurens parents later) he picked up a mustache Christmas tree ornament and held it up and I have a picture of it that I was going to put on here until i remembered that its on my cell phone and this is sorta a anonymous-ish blog. I just don't want this to be read by some person that just happens to know him and then shows him the blog...that would be BAD. Seriously. I had a whole mental freak attack about all that could happen or has possibly already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got some music on my PSP! This is good because I've been meaning to do it, and also, I can't find my iPod. Unfortunately, it took like 2 hours to get 50 songs on there because my computer hates me, so I had to&lt;br /&gt;a.reload the CD onto my computer that I wanted to put on the PSP&lt;br /&gt;b.sync no more that TWO SONGS AT A TIME onto the thing&lt;br /&gt;c.transfer the songs through 3 different folders so they would show up&lt;br /&gt;d.disconnect my PSP about every four songs otherwise it wouldn't sync anymore songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I managed to do this with about 4 CD's before I had to do homework and go grocery shopping with my mom. I'll continue to do this since I have a long weekend this week-although Friday is busy- I have some drill thing that I volunteered for in the morning, and then another basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that my tired brain has destroyed whatever I was going to talk about next, so lets stop here. The post is probably long enough anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a happy New Year...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1956718484267964015?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1956718484267964015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/merry-thanksgivingmas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1956718484267964015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1956718484267964015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/merry-thanksgivingmas.html' title='Merry Thanksgivingmas!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/SxSevPkY4OI/AAAAAAAAACI/lLXUcLvLeR4/s72-c/superior_scribbler_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7868262574820191295</id><published>2009-11-16T22:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:57:58.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a holiday-spread some cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Whats's Crackalackin My Homedawgz?!</title><content type='html'>So I hope its not your knuckles that are crackalackin, cuz that would make it awfully hard to reply to my post! (JK-just kidding for the slanguage inept) As you may have noticed if you've even left the home, apartment, cave or trashcan you live in, the entire world (well not the ENTIRE world.) is preparing for Christmas!!! I'm talking having up two isles of Christmas decorations (AND the back shelves) next to the Halloween stuff! In honor of this occasion beloved to MANY people, I'm posting this video of Reliant K's rendition of the 12 Days of Christmas-along with some idiots waliling along to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first its not too bad, but like rowdy drunks at a bar, they get louder and louder as the video progresses. Don't blame me, blame youtube and the people it invites into its life. At least they're spreading Christmas cheer. I'll put a video below it, which is just a girl doing a guitar cover, so the only thing is that the guitar is a little louder than normal. Otherwise, its great! (A.k.a. if you wanna watch the guys and MAYBE laugh, then watch that one. If you just want to hear the song and continue reading-or watch the girl beast the cover- play the second one!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz9zDSBArYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jz9zDSBArYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/deEwP-9OYPc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/deEwP-9OYPc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in recent news, the word "unfriend" is the word of the year and is being added into the dictionary along with some other slang words (or something like that. I skimmed the article on it. I mean come on. I'm a teenager.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you that you may (or possibly not. I'm working on the may because its what I think I should do) have a new friend coming to the bloggy world! I mean I'm not sayin they'll have a blog, but be nice to them if they visit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my legs don't quite feel like they're gonna fall off and I got new basketball shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I'm going to be gone all of this weekend AND Thursday and Friday because of NYLSC. So I know I post SOO often, but please don't disown me for dissapearing for a few days ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Headphones to drone out my family! Thank you true love!&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS: I'll probably-I take that back- I WILL post at least ONE MORE song before the actual Christmas, and at that point, I'll probably go crazy! I mean I'm half tempted to change my blog layout for Christmas. Of course the lazy teen monster in me wins that battle and decides that its a lot of unnecessary work in the end. If you don't like it, then that's just TOO BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPSS:What's that? I skipped Thanksgiving? The beloved holiday about eating and watching football?...Er..I mean um...giving thanks? Well I'm sorry, I must've caught public fever. The only thing that remembers to include Thanksgiving at the holiday party is Macy's (Wait...they have a Thanksgiving parade right? RIGHT?!) So give 'ol Thanksies my apologies and tell them that I'll send them a Christmas card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7868262574820191295?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7868262574820191295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/whatss-crackalackin-my-homedawgz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7868262574820191295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7868262574820191295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/whatss-crackalackin-my-homedawgz.html' title='Whats&apos;s Crackalackin My Homedawgz?!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5267871464981971630</id><published>2009-11-12T18:37:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:01:31.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG AN AWARD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my amazing new follower'/><title type='text'>*PARTY DANCE*</title><content type='html'>Ok, well I think one of the hardest things about blogging, at least for me, is coming up with a title for the post, but thats NOT what I showed up to talk about! I have a new follower AND an award!! :D thank you to the amazing &lt;a href="http://janmrp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janice&lt;/a&gt; for the follow and award. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403385913160081170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 45px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/Svyu3BJBnxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s_6IHwpSxyM/s320/awesome_blogger_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, well as you may or may not know, depending on how much you know about the awards us blogs like to pass on (like...um...colds?) there are rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Thank your host (a.k.a, who gave you the award)&lt;br /&gt;2.Copy&lt;br /&gt;3.Get to the postin!&lt;br /&gt;4.Give us addicts the standard set amount of facts (7 in this case)&lt;br /&gt;5.Keep the award going. Pass it on to 7 others.&lt;br /&gt;6. Inform the lucky contestants of your gift to them!&lt;br /&gt;7. Be Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so um... lets see *holds up hand and starts counting off fingers* thanks...mhrm..copy..check..post..yeah..facts..right..and um, passing on..coolness? that's gonna be tough. OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I might have slight anger management issues...its just a guess. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't really care about compliments, but my brain says "nope. LIES. that compliment does not apply to you" and gets embarassed when people say that I'm super smart (WHICH I'M NOT!) or good at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not the most trusting with all the personal facts and junk about me. Its a miracle that I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate talking about myself or writing papers about myself. It makes me feel awkward and like I'm focusing on myself (I don't mind blogging because its a diary type thing and those were made to talk about yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I only own one dress-which brings me to my next fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I HATE dressing up (not like Halloween, like dress clothes.) and that kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have terrible memory when it comes to stuff like remembering homework, something that my mom told me to do, or remembering plays for stuff like basketball (although that might be an adrenaline thing because I can go into practice an remember the plays an then get to a game and blank out when they are called.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the nominees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yella- &lt;a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoinkers!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Gasteier- &lt;a href="http://www.fupenguin.com/"&gt;FU Penguin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winna- &lt;a href="http://winnalife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Winna Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachel- &lt;a href="http://www.itsahero.com/"&gt;And if its a Hero That You Want, I Can Save You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ebony- &lt;a href="http://sizzlingpublications.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sizzling Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phoebe- &lt;a href="http://screamoinpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Pink'n'Black Montage&lt;/a&gt; (who, btw, I can't comment on your blog for some reason.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diane-&lt;a href="http://contentedlyneurotic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Contentedly Neurotic &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, I just thought I would let you know what a dedicated person I am...my internet closed FIVE TIMES while I was trying to type this post! Yes. I love you bloggy peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all! Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5267871464981971630?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5267871464981971630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-dance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5267871464981971630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5267871464981971630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-dance.html' title='*PARTY DANCE*'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/Svyu3BJBnxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s_6IHwpSxyM/s72-c/awesome_blogger_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7066046940836815131</id><published>2009-11-09T21:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:32:29.634-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports FIEND'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh...romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Oh what a relief it is!</title><content type='html'>After the nice men in the white coats told me to eat some ice cream and calm down before they gave me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;straitjacket&lt;/span&gt; again, I felt much better! Especially with that shot they gave me? *twitch* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not much is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; on over here on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;home front&lt;/span&gt;. Basketball started today, and with the awesome killer-happy man to deal with for four months, I continue on my path to having my brain turn to mush before my senior year! But then again, it might just be mush already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been diagnosed with withdrawal and I believe that it might just be a correct diagnosis. "What? The crazy girl in withdrawal? Did you forget to take your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;?" No! I told you I throw them in the sink when they give them... I mean um, I may be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;withdrawal&lt;/span&gt; from a certain thing that is designated the name "The M word" in the tags. For those of you who are too lazy to find the common denominator, that would be &lt;a href="http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;. Lets just leave it at that. The &lt;a href="http://helcar13.blogspot.com/search/label/sigh...romance"&gt;romance monster&lt;/a&gt; has revolted and is waging all out war on my sensible side, and that's enough of a problem. I'm not going to help it by opening my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I know I'm a regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chatzilla&lt;/span&gt; and all, but I have to do homework, so this is all you're getting right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for next post's episode...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Helcar&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7066046940836815131?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7066046940836815131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-what-relief-it-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7066046940836815131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7066046940836815131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-what-relief-it-is.html' title='Oh what a relief it is!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6328714390278647686</id><published>2009-11-06T22:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:41:52.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive my ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my personal zoo...i mean...pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGH'/><title type='text'>...And Misery Loves Company.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*cue annoying news update music*-We interrupt this program to bring you some good 'ol teenage rage, courtesy of helcar. Stay tuned, the scheduled program will return shortly...maybe-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't this just the Friday from hell? (Just a warning, if you don't want to read this whiny anger post, then go ahead, you can walk away and come back when I have up a different post. See if you like it better. I wouldn't blame you.) But Fridays are supposed to be fun and great and everything. When I was at school, it was fun and stuff (well, other than the nagging in the back of my mind about the events that were to come...) and like if I ignored the school part it was great. Even when I went home, it was still ok. But now EVERY DAY I dread when my mom comes home. I don't want to hear her screaming and yelling and blaming me and Victoria for EVERYTHING while Alexandra turns up her precious Hannah Montana and gets none of the tongue lashing.&lt;br /&gt; And before I get too much of my annoyance out and lose my head (forgive any language that slips through the parental barriers of my mind. I'm kinda pissed right now.) I'd just like to let you know that I DO realize that there are people that are a hundred times worse off than I am right now.)&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when I went to Alley's Halloween thing (which was fun) and I was supposed to clean the ENTIRE lower level of my house, which is always the messiest. I cleaned the basement and my room and my bathroom and went to the party thinking I was off-free-liberated from the madhouse that I live in. My mom comes to pick me up and she's all-yeah you're grounded for two weeks.. Why? Because the basement and my room "weren't clean"  YES THEY WERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commencement of my mom's crazy Nazi slave driver phase was on an unknown date, but it was now in full out rage power-up swing. Not only had she given me a job list that included&lt;br /&gt;-clean, vaccuum, dust the basement&lt;br /&gt;-","," your room.&lt;br /&gt;-Clean the Chinchilla cage&lt;br /&gt;-Clean the kitty litter&lt;br /&gt;-vaccuum the basement steps&lt;br /&gt;-clean your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;and this all had to be done by 2pm on that day (even if an alarm is set, I normally don't get up till at least 9 or 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes home, complains about how we don't do anything and we don't love the animals because we dont do anything with them (I fill up Rio's water dish like every 4 min, play with him all the time, feed him and teach him tricks. I also clean the chinchilla cage and take care of their food and water and treats 24/7. What more does she want?) Then tells us how lazy we are and tells us to pick up or do the dishes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, since I may or may not have mentioned that we were supposed to be finding homes for the two girl cats, Patches and Princess. I no longer have Patches. We dropped her off at her new owner's house tonight, and we were supposed to do the same for Princess, but the people who were supposed to get her didn't pick up their phone so we couldn't get their address. All day long, I got to think about how the cat's that I've had and taken care of were being taken away from me. They had to go because "the didn't like each other and they didn't like the dog and Princess pees on the floor because she's all territorial over everything." So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this girl on my cross country team (we have the banquet on Tuesday, and knowing how much my mom loves me right now, she'll probably ban me from that, in which case I will tell her to take a flying leap and walk to the school if I have to.) made it to STATE. This girl is seriously amazing. She's an 8th grader, and she got 8th place in the Varsity race at sectionals-which had like 17 schools at it- and she is the #1 Varsity runner. I was going to go to the meet tomorrow to support her, because if someone you were on a team with went to state, you probably would want to go because thats like AMAZING, especially when you're running against the top high school runners from each school. I wasn't even going to make my mom take me to the meet, because Clara had offered to take me to the meet (and then her sis' basketball game) and my mom was like "NO. Anything that allows you to be around your friends is banned in your groundation because you tried to flimflam me". Firstly, WHO says FLIMFLAM?! But also, despite begging, reasoning and being angry, she continued to say no (when she lets Alexandra do whatever when she's grounded) and so I can't even go to a SPORTING EVENT to support MY TEAMMATE because my mom says that I'd be able to hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so f-ing frustated that I just want to scream or cry or punch a wall (or my mom...) but I CAN'T. Because that would trigger more complaining. All the the techniques to dissapate all this pent up anger (some good angry rock music, throwing weight pieces at the basement floor and making lovely dents-which I am just waiting for my mom to notice-, punching pillows, excersising, its NOT making me any less angry. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me that I should have to be the slave/scapegoat and be blamed for everything, while my sister can do a half a$$ed job of dusting and not do any of her other jobs and get off scott free. Why do I get grounded from my one salvation when I do something "wrong" while my sisters get grounded from something that doesn't even matter to them? WHY do I have to put up with my mom who is practically bi-polar and cursing me out one minute then trying to kiss me on the cheek, and then she's pissed when I'm not embracing her with open arms?!  My mom says she wishes we would be out of the house and then says we can't go anywhere. I don't ask her for money, I don't get in trouble in OR out of school, and I obey practically her every whim. So WHY does she see fit to act like a total b*tch to me 90% of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the-well I don't know if its a  plus or downside, becuase I guess it sorta depends- Clara is beginning to see the frustration I endure with the Mark situation. Its not as simple as it seems, and you only ACTUALLY understand it if you've experienced it. I won't go into any more detail for that because I deem it unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wear the mask that grins and lies&lt;br /&gt;It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--&lt;br /&gt;This debt we pay to human guile;&lt;br /&gt;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,&lt;br /&gt;And mouth with myriad subtleties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should the world be overwise,&lt;br /&gt;In counting all our tears and sighs?&lt;br /&gt;Nay, let them only see us, while &lt;br /&gt;We wear the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries&lt;br /&gt;To thee from tourtured souls arise.&lt;br /&gt;We sing, but oh the clay is vile&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the feet, and long the mile;&lt;br /&gt;But let the world dream otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;We wear the mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Paul Laurence Dunbar&lt;br /&gt;The scheduled program will return shortly...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar. :I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6328714390278647686?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6328714390278647686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-misery-loves-company.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6328714390278647686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6328714390278647686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-misery-loves-company.html' title='...And Misery Loves Company.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3819127922297314639</id><published>2009-10-30T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:43:18.980-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a holiday-spread some cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>THIS IS HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>Well actually, Ms. Crazy Blogger Girl, it is in fact NOT Halloween, but Hallows Eve (is that what the night before Halloween is called? No? Too bad. It is now.) but thats ok because I wont have the time to be blogging tomorrow. I have to put the finishing touches on my (amazing) costume and clean my house and do my homework and go for a run-then take a shower of course, which might happen after some ab time...most of these things (aka like everything except my costume) needs to be done by like 2:30, which is when my mom is getting home from work. Hooray for me right? And now, ladies and gentlemen, on to the main event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Alley is having a Halloween party right? So all week I had to battle with my mo to even get her to let me go in the first place, and I finally sorta got her to agree that if I cleaned dpart of the house I could go to the party. Then, she said that I couldn't sleep over (its a sleepover party) just becuase she felt like it, and she thought that I had been to enough sleepovers lately. Then, after 2 days of asking "please? please? WHY NOT?" she was like "If you think you're sleeping over at Alley's you need to clean this house because I have a friend coming over and I don't want this house to look messy!" AND THE TRUTH COMES OUT! Ugh. I had to suffer and beg all week when really my mom is just too lazy to clean the house herself, and she knew we'd (my sisters and I) clean if she threatened something we wanted to do. That is just a little bit obnoxious. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't even know what to think, like to be jealous or happy or sad or what, but whatever. Clara and Alley are like all successful with their love lifes right now, like Clara (we will call her guy BP) talks to BP a lot, like texting and in person, and like just the other day at the last (*sniff*) cross country meet-he's in CC too- she was like "How did you do?" and they held a convo-even though we were trying to get someplace-but it was kinda funny because she wasn't like hanging on his every word or anything, but I could definatly see the gushy happiness in her face and stuff. When she (finally) left, she was like freakin out because I was teasing her and she was like "OMG am I that obvious?" But I don't think she really was, I mean maybe, but you know how you can notice stuff mroe with your friends, especially if you know what's going on? But anyways, and Alley is to the point where she was talking to him for a while and like he likes her back and stuff (we can call him...um...K-dog). So anyways, I'm like happy for them/wallowing in my sarcastic pool of self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...um..well you see, I'm sorry if this post isn't very organized because my brain isn't very organized...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of trying to find out when Mark and Lauren are free because I haven't seen them in a while, so I'm workin on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all I got for ya today...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar &gt;:3) (thats a really weird devil in honor of HALLOWEEN-the best holiday ever!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3819127922297314639?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3819127922297314639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3819127922297314639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3819127922297314639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='THIS IS HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6174862186682828370</id><published>2009-10-24T01:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:27:06.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EW. Sick People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Yee Haw Y'all Gots the Swine!</title><content type='html'>Well you know whats just great? First I'll give you my sarcastic great-I got the swine flu! Well, er, maybe. You see, i went to the hospital because i um -cough-passed out twice-cough-which i will gladly tell you about later. But anyways, the people at the hospital diagnosed me with swine flu since they were too lazy to do some test and i had flu-ish symptoms. The REAL great is that its almost Halloween! THIS IS HALLOWEEN THIS IS HALLOWEEN as A Nightmare Before Christmas once said! Haha can't you just imagine some crazy girl -cough-me-cough- dancing around like a fire pit and chanting crazily? I bet my friends can. Halloween is only one of the best holidays EVER and my costume is gonna ROCK! It is a combination of some of my few skills and my sick mind (as are most of my actions and projects) You know what though? Since I was home sick for FOUR days (after a four day weekend and preceding a three day weekend) I am now loaded down with homework! HOORAY x.x .Also, for those of you that lost sleep over my petty issues, I did in fact find my social studies folder! Now on to the discussions about my sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Alleys house where everyone was all coughing and stuff and had fun then I came home coughing to Alexandra, who was also sick! Then the next day I had a fever and felt like crap and then the next day, I woke up and went to the bathroom. When I came out my vision was like all dark and I could only see one little patch and my mom was there and she was gonna take my temperature. She kept asking if I was ok because it looked like I wasn't looking at her-I kinda couldn't really see her- I kept trying to tell her 'Yeah yeah I'm fine" because you know how sometimes if you stand up really fast your vision gets all weird and stuff? I thought it was something like that. Apparantly that wasn't the case becuase I passed out and I woke up and my mom is like "Are you ok? Are you ok?" and freakin out then she made me lay there for like 20 minutes then she was going to go get my glasses (i normally wear contacts, but it was morning and I don't normally put them in if I'm just gonna sit at home like all day and i had just woken up) so she made me stand up and lean against the wall and then my vision started getting all dark again and my legs got all weak and then i woke up exaclty where i did before. On the floor in the doorway to my bedroom. It wasn't really fun. Then I got to crawl upstairs (my room is in the basement) and to the car since I wasn't in the mood for passing out AGAIN, all the while my mom called likea hundred people and told them that I passed out and she was gonna take me and Alexandra (who was also home sick that lovely Monday) to the emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emergency room was FULL of disgusting sick kids that were coughing and hacking all over he place and we all got to wear fun masks, which i didn't object due to the sick to healthy ratio in that emergency room, and then we sat there for like three hours and then we went home after a long sickly day. I got to stay home Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (even though I could've gone to school on Thursday and my mom kept me home). The best part is that my mom has told half the world that I passed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it hasn't been very eventful, so maybe I'll just leave off there. In fact, I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoooweEEEE!!! Here piggy piggy...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar ^-o-^ (how do you like the pig?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6174862186682828370?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6174862186682828370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/10/yee-haw-yall-gots-swine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6174862186682828370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6174862186682828370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/10/yee-haw-yall-gots-swine.html' title='Yee Haw Y&apos;all Gots the Swine!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3753067861846883015</id><published>2009-10-06T22:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:09:38.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>High School 101</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, it is OCTOBER!!! WOO! That means Halloween, which is only pretty close to my favorite holiday EVER. When else do you get to scare people and get a ton of free candy? Well, that is unless you're a clown in a parade, then there might be an exception. So anyways, here is what I'm up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be bored in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a boat load of homework from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to cross country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home and do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do more homework till about 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But take into consideration that I DO eat more than once a day. Trust me. Most of the time I have two dinners. THAT's how much I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doesn't that sound exciting? Plus, I would tell you where you could find how I'm doing in cross country, but that's not a good idea because it would give you a bunch of info that you don't need to know. I'd rather not be stalked and kidnapped (although, if you could kidnap my sisters, that might be appreciated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As any good bottom-of-the-totem-pole freshman would do, I'm staying up late to do homework that I complain about to friends and family, and being sick with the perpetual cold that comes in the back to school care package. Oh joy. But that might just be what EVERYONE in high school does. That and complain about the teachers they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to mention that a good thing to do in ANY school situation, is NOT LOSE THE FOLDER THAT HAS AN &lt;em&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/em&gt; SUBJECTS WORTH OF PAPERS IN IT. I can't find my social studies folder, which has my chapter notes (non replaceable), my study guide (non replaceable) and ALL of this weeks homework, and one of those homework items was due today. If someone took that folder, I just might kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, a much needed four day weekend is coming up. I am going to see if Mark (friend/person I like for those of you that are new to all of this.)and Lauren (both of whom are NYLSC buddies of mine. Like I said. its for the people who may or may not know said facts already). This is NOT going to take place with my school friends (despite the fact that Clara is trying to push that) if it takes place at all. But I better get going, because that is NEXT WEEK, and I don't even really have any details set up.&lt;br /&gt;I just figured I'd get in post even though I SHOULD be doing homework (see what I was talking about? I'm a HORRIBLE procrastinator) so I don't get too behind. I need to keep up with this or I'll drive myself and everyone else crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL friends! Kidding, but I will post again eventually...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar z.z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3753067861846883015?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3753067861846883015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school-101.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3753067861846883015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3753067861846883015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school-101.html' title='High School 101'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5887309977963564128</id><published>2009-09-27T01:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:06:18.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my personal zoo...i mean...pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG AN AWARD'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry, Please Don't Leave Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/Sr8CHaSTCtI/AAAAAAAAABo/qyo0mJBy0os/s1600-h/kreativ_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386026005696809682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/Sr8CHaSTCtI/AAAAAAAAABo/qyo0mJBy0os/s320/kreativ_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm glad to see that some people are still following me, even though I'm kinda being the worst blogger EVER. But I've been busy oK?! Between cross country, school, and my new dog (WE GOT A NEW DOG!!) I barely have time to BREATHE! I wake up, go to school, go to cross country, go home, do homework, eat, do homeowork, watch tv for 20 mins and go to bed. Fun right? Oh well. So we have some matters to attend to in this session of blabbering. Lets get on with this. All people reading answer AYE if you wish to hear this. Actually, you know what? Just shut up because I can't hear you and I'm saying it anyways (please dont think I'm screaming shut up at you. I'm just saying forget about it cuz it doesn't make a difference.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and Foremost, I GOT AN AWARD!!! Thank you &lt;a href="http://franniefiresback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frannie&lt;/a&gt;! I would like to thank my few (and much loved and appreciated ) followers for believing in me! Sadly, I got this award on the 2nd of September, so here's the deal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Thank the blogger who gave you the award: I DONT NEED TO THANK THEM! I"M SOOOOO AWESOME THAT I DESERVE IT! (Just kidding, thank you for the award :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Copy award and place it on my blog: are you looking at this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Link to blog the nominated you: mhm mhm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) List 7 things about myself my fellow bloggers may not know: umm, do i HAVE to stay up for an extra half an hour to think of seven things?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunatly, with me being EVER so technologically savvy, my award picture is at the top of my post. I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I'm not sure WHY I'm running cross country, because I'm a sprinter. I run 100m hurdles and 100m dash. NOT 4000m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)For haloween (since I'm a total weirdo) I'm going to be an escaped experiment victim. That includes all sorts of fun special effects makeup. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I got in trouble for making fun of a kid in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)When I got in trouble that time, it was the last time i ever got in trouble in school because my parents nearly KILLED me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I am addicted to Bath and Body Works. That place is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)When I'm not having a stroke of genius, I'm pathetically stupid. I'm not even like average smart. I'm just kinda braindead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I use a lot of parenthesis when I'm blogging becuase I have a lot of thoughts going on, and if I added all the ideas for something into one sentence, then it would be a very long and uncomprehensible run-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Um, I'm kinda supposed to pass this on instead of hogging it like a selfish weirdo, so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alley-&lt;a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoinkers!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara- &lt;a href="http://wakingupinasleepytown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Waking Up in a Sleepy Town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winna- &lt;a href="http://winnalife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Winna Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebony-&lt;a href="http://sizzlingpublications.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sizzling Publications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP for no REASON-&lt;a href="http://nincentvguyen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Retrospective of a Random Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe- &lt;a href="http://screamoinpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Pink 'n' Black Montage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane-&lt;a href="http://contentedlyneurotic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Contentedly Neurotic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there you go. On with the task at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's one thing off the list. Secondly, I feel the need to inform you that I'm pretty sure that I'm not friends with Veronica. She freaked out (I think its because at the freshmen orientation-thats right. I'm a high schooler!- we didn't talk to her for like 5 sec so she walked away and now she acts like I'm not even there, and its kinda immiture if you ask me.) and now she's hanging out with different people (that last year she said she didn't like most of them) and she rolls her eyes and walks away when I talk to her. It doesn't really matter to me though because she was SUPER dramatic last year and i had to tiptoe across the ice to NOT make her mad. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT A DOG! His name is Rio, he is a yellow lab, and he is ADORABLE. He's 2 1/2 because we adopted him and he has a puppy face. He's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Clara likes a different person (SHH!). THANK GOD. And I very muh approve of her new choice. He's pretty cute and he has a nice bod. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I don't know what else to tell you! I might as well stop there, and I'll just make sure I keep up better with the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be back...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5887309977963564128?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5887309977963564128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry-please-dont-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5887309977963564128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5887309977963564128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sorry-please-dont-leave-me.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry, Please Don&apos;t Leave Me.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/Sr8CHaSTCtI/AAAAAAAAABo/qyo0mJBy0os/s72-c/kreativ_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5266064280684813538</id><published>2009-08-18T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:03:51.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident Prone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Look Who It Is!</title><content type='html'>Well well well! Look who decided to show up! I'm back (obviously) from my pathetically negligent "vacation". on our agenda for today is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Stitches (OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;-The Party (ARGH!/w00t!)&lt;br /&gt;uuhhhhhh what else?? OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;-Rock the River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Alley's cabin, and it was fun-other than the stitches. Although I WILL get an awesome scar to show off from it. Don't worry. I've already gotten the speech from everyone about how to avoid the scarring, but whatever. I'll do what I want. So ANYWAYS. We decided that we were going to hike across the island that her cabin is on, so we got halfway-ish, and then we went towards the shoreline. We guessed which way was closer to the cabin, and ended up hiking the long way around. We stopped periodically to rest and climb on the bluffs that were all over the fringes of the island. We saw a doe, got eaten by mosquitos (only a little though) and destroyed our legs on all the branches n junk that littered the ground. We continued to hug the shoreline, so we encountered some areas where the only way to keep going without backtracking and bushwhacking, was to climb up the rocks. We kept going and going and going, and then one time when Alley wanted to stop and climb (because "climbing is her favorite part!") she climbed down (so she could climb back up) and my brain said "Go for it! You like climbing too you know!" and the other -smart-part of me was like "DONT DO IT! What are you going to do if someone gets hurt?! And PLUS, she's about 40 pounds lighter than you are! What holds for her, isn't necessarily going to hold for you!" But do I EVER listen to the sensible side of my brain? Nope. That's probably why I'm so accident prone. As I started climbing down, there was a very large, sharp and also....LOOSE rock, which slid down, scraped one leg, and then got caught on my foot (since it was big, it was heavy, and it hurt) then, instead of moving the leg that wasn't caught BEFORE i dislodged the rock, I kept my leg right where it was. So the rock went down and chopped my leg open and then caught on my other foot! then, I climbed down (that rock was a major handhold since it was a big rock.) then climbed up another area. My leg was bleeding a bunch ----&gt; ------&gt; ------&gt; fast forward through some hiking, we  came to a cabin and got a couple bandaids to hold my leg over , the chick went and got the trashcan for the paper towels I used to wipe my leg some, and she was all like "hehe...blood these days you know..." ...um EXCUSE ME Ms. Rudeness? I would've thrown away my own papertowels WITHOUT you making your stupid comment. I don't expect random strangers to handle bloody paper towels that I used, when I'm perfectly capable of throwing them away!-----&gt;------&gt;--------&gt;fast forward some more...we got back to the cabin (as my leg continued to bleed) and Alley was freaking out and her brother and his friend were trying to prod at my leg, and then we (more like they... I could've handled it myself.) woke up their dad and he bandaged my leg. It didn't seem like they(doctors) could stitch it, so we just bandaged it, and checked on it. That night he decided that we'd go in to the hospital to get it checked out. Just in case. I got 9 stitches, and some fun antibiotics that I had to take 4x a day. So for ten days I couldn't bike or do cross country. Ten days later, I'm rid of them, and I'm going back to cross country tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party is saturday, and its gonna rock! but the thing is, Mark and Lauren still haven't given me a definate answer, and I need to know by tomorrow in order to clean and plan food and stuff like that. But it will be fun anyways -if you ignore all of my sisters friends that will also be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Rock the River (It's like a smaller Sonshine) and I saw concerts and stuff and it was fun! But the thing that wasn't fun was waiting in line for two hours to get ONE piece of pizza. The food vendors were slow and stopped serving food whenever this one guy got up to give some stupid sermon. This guy came up about every hour, and he talked for a LONG time. So Everyone in line was super annoyed. I almost missed the Flyleaf concert because of the line. But I didn't so it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm back, I'm going to try and stay on top of it. Even during sports and the school year and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll ttyl (type to ya later)...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :F (vampire?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5266064280684813538?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5266064280684813538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-who-it-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5266064280684813538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5266064280684813538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-who-it-is.html' title='Look Who It Is!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8514247386953156663</id><published>2009-08-03T23:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:53:07.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaaawwkkkwaaaard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><title type='text'>Awkward much?</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gentlemen, the day has come again where we share our awkward stories and laugh (and cringe) with each other! This event is hosted by the lovely &lt;a href="http://tovadarling.blogspot.com/2009/08/tovas-totally-awkward-tuesdays.html"&gt;Tova&lt;/a&gt;, so follow the rules! (Post, link back, then add your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;linkey&lt;/span&gt; to her list and all that fun stuff)&lt;br /&gt;So this awkwardness takes place not long ago, as in like winter break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, so December. My sisters and dad were in tow, and that causes the awkwardness...just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting to be towards the end of winter break, and it was after Christmas, and my psycho dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; that we take a TWO DAY DRIVE all the way back from North Carolina IN THE WINTER! That includes winter snowy storms and all of that fun crap. So anyways, I was stressed, because I had an appointment that I REALLY needed to get to. That appointment was tubing with my conference friends....aka Mark and Lauren. Luckily we got back in time. So when I got to the snow tubing place, I gave Mark a ring to find out where he was...and where the tubing was as a matter of fact...I'd never been tubing there before...so anyways, once I got to this hill thing, (Lauren wasn't there yet) there was one person in a red coat standing, and they were standing at the top of a snow packed, icy, and fairly steep slope. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, well not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;. It took me like 2 seconds) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;figured&lt;/span&gt; out who the person was (Mark) , and suddenly that person was barreling down the icy hill. I, being the genius I am, went forward like 4 steps (with my stride, its quite a bit.) and got a flying tackle hug from Mark. (No, for those of you that don't know, he's NOT my boyfriend [not that I would object if he was...I mean, I only like him... :} ] he's just my friend) The hug lasted a couple (or like 5) seconds. We kinda spun a little bit (like a half turn people. NOT 'picking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; up and spinning' type thing) because he was kinda to the side, and the path was icy. Trust me. This doesn't help the awkwardness. I don't know about him, but it was kinda a body slam, and I needed a couple seconds to recover. This is where the awkwardness really starts to set in. My dad and sisters were still behind me, and I could feel my sisters gawking, and my dad trying to burn a hole in my back with his eyes. That was REALLY awkward, because even though we were just exchanging out of breath '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hi's&lt;/span&gt;' (we did just sorta body slam mind you!) and recovering, my family was staring at me like we were making out. Mark told me when we were all going back up the hill that he was trying to knock me over...he nearly succeeded, and I have a feeling that would've REALLY made the awkwardness worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that will be all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the awkwardness...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Helcar&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8514247386953156663?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8514247386953156663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/08/awkward-much.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8514247386953156663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8514247386953156663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/08/awkward-much.html' title='Awkward much?'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1531008964734693821</id><published>2009-08-02T13:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:53:37.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Yo dawg!</title><content type='html'>What's up people?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty bored right now, and I'm trying to learn hula hoop tricks. Yes. I know. I'm weird. Whatever though. So anyways, I have some very important news!!! The official party date is the 22nd, and I'm currently trying to recruit people for the date. So Alley, does that date work for you? I'm not sure of the times yet, but its probably from like 2pm-10pm (that's the generic time frame since we don't have an official one yet)&lt;br /&gt;It should be pretty fun. We'll have music and slip n slides and maybe a movie! Oh. and lotsa people. Hehe...Hopefully my friends can behave. Yes that means you know who (what is this?! Harry Potter?!) is probably gonna be there. I'm not gonna tell anyone (well, except for the blogiverse, and Victoria ruined the suprise when I was talking to Clara, so she knows too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So camp was pretty fun, I did sailing, and we sailed keelboats (big ones) and sunfish (little ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to say right nows though, so lets leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll think of more stuff soon...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar -.- (still bored)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1531008964734693821?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1531008964734693821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-dawg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1531008964734693821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1531008964734693821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-dawg.html' title='Yo dawg!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-163484208458934050</id><published>2009-07-25T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:18:37.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my personal zoo...i mean...pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partytime'/><title type='text'>Oh no!</title><content type='html'>Well, sadly, I'm going to be gone for a whole entire week. I'm off to Y camp (did i tell you that already?) but then I'll be back in August. Did I also tell you about the party thing? I think I did. If I didn't, then feel free to complain. But now I'm scrambling around trying to get in touch with everyone. The dates are down to either the 8th or the 22nd. It seems so far like the 22nd would be better (a.k.a. , in my mind, the 22nd is better, since I still haven't really talked to people.) So as I sit here listening to my All Time Low CD, I'm thinking about all the stuff I need to pack tomorrow. Or tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Yes, and I'm naming the fish Rouge. It's red in French. Thanks for the suggestion Alley. I still am unsure on the pronunciation though. Is it like pronounced like Scrooge without the 'Sc'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This party is quite welcome, because I miss my friends...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar -.- (right now, that's a bored face.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-163484208458934050?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/163484208458934050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/163484208458934050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/163484208458934050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2470968890655548368</id><published>2009-07-24T09:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:55:22.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG AN AWARD'/><title type='text'>I would like to thank the acadamy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/SmnKPIQfFzI/AAAAAAAAABY/49VMBTLe4Ws/s1600-h/honest+scrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362039192624764722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 194px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/SmnKPIQfFzI/AAAAAAAAABY/49VMBTLe4Ws/s320/honest+scrap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been nominated for an award!!! :D Apparently I'm an Honest Scrap. I never thought my blog would live to see the day that it would be honored with an award! So thank you &lt;a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alley&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sizzlingpublications.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ebony&lt;/a&gt;! So here are the rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The recipient has to pass along this award to 10 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; all have to be notified that they have been given this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; that receive this award should link back to the blog that awarded them "The Honest Scrap" award.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have practically NO patience at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I'm on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; I tend to either be playing games or looking at guitars &lt;a href="http://www.guitarcenter,com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to play football (I still wish I did because I really like it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm ALWAYS hungry. I eat all the time and yet I still only weigh like 137 (I'm tall.).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a mark on the side of my nose but even though it looks like it is, it's NOT a birthmark. I scratched myself when I was really little and for some reason it made a mark like it is now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm super indecisive. If you ask me what my favorite food or band is, I wouldn't be able to tell you. Plus, while I was typing this post, I changed random facts like 8 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've gotten a 25 and a 27 for an ACT composite score.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make a sad attempt at collecting drum sticks (Like the ones you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt; use. Hopefully you don't think I'm collecting chicken legs, because you probably already think I'm crazy.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love hugs.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I already told that to the blogging world, but most people don't know it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you bug me enough to do something, the chances are that I most likely will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now for the fabulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alley- &lt;a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zoinkers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sara-&lt;a href="http://wakingupinasleepytown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Waking Up In a Sleepy Town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meandering Mel- &lt;a href="http://mkerkmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meandering Mel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tabatha- &lt;a href="http://tabulouslyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;James ~n~ Amber- &lt;a href="http://asbillsoup.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Asbill&lt;/span&gt; Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachel- &lt;a href="http://www.itsahero.com/"&gt;And if it's a hero that you want, I can save you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vodka Mom-&lt;a href="http://www.vodkamom.com/"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vodkamom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phoebe Jadeite - &lt;a href="http://screamoinpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Pink 'n' Black Montage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nINCENTvGUYEN&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://nincentvguyen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Retrospective of a Random Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winna- &lt;a href="http://winnalife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Winna Life &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go! Just as a reminder, Please don't forget about the post below this if you haven't read it yet, because I wanted to put my award on it's own post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Helcar&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-2470968890655548368?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2470968890655548368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-like-to-thank-acadamy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2470968890655548368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2470968890655548368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-like-to-thank-acadamy.html' title='I would like to thank the acadamy...'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/SmnKPIQfFzI/AAAAAAAAABY/49VMBTLe4Ws/s72-c/honest+scrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2498010695854958443</id><published>2009-07-24T07:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:02:02.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music is cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d like to file a complaint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>FREEEEEEDDDDOOOMMM!!!!</title><content type='html'>Home again, home again, jiggety jig! I'M BAAAACCCCKKKKKK and I would like to christen this moment with a complaint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! I officially hate my laptop. Or my internet connection. Either one. I have been trying to get on my computer and check e-mails and post ALL WEEK. So now I'm going through blog withdrawal because every time I had some smart remark or annoying whine (when something happens, my mind kind of goes into blog explanation mode) I wasn't able to bother you guys with it!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;why didn't you get on your main computer and blog instead of leaving us alon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Excellent question, unseen member of my internet audience! Ok, so that was me...LOL...But my dad was up, and being the awesome person that he is, he was on the main computer 24/7 playing Bejeweled. ARGH! So that brings me to something that I REALLY wanted to rant about while he was here and blow off some steam, but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is RIDICULOUS. He has ridiculous demands, spazzes out about ridiculous things, and acts ridiculous!! He wanted us to make the house spotless basically every day, and if we didn't do something he said RIGHT AWAY, he would start complaining about how we never do anything without someone ragging on us. One time when he was nagging, he had the nerve to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You guys have basically 3 women in the house, since Alexandra is still young, so this house should practically be like a postcard house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That REALLY pissed me off. That's MAJOR rudeness, and plus, technically, Victoria and I are TEENAGERS (Well, she's 12, but she's basically a teen and shes taller than most high schoolers. ) and teens are stereotypically not fantastic at cleaning up after themselves. It's a disease that most of us have. And to add to that fact, my mom works all the time, and right now she's on a work schedule that gets her off at like 2:45 when she doesn't work overtime, but she has to get up way early to get to work on time, so she is normally exhausted when she gets home.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, another thing that really made me mad while he was here (he left this morning) was that he was UBER lazy. He spent practically every minute we were at my house on the computer, where he either played Bejeweled, or looked at ESPN and similar sites for sports updates! Also, he didn't make, or even OFFER to make dinner while he was here. So if I didn't want a turkey sandwich for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,(hmm. That sounds like Christmas when he comes up!) I had to make dinner. I mean, he didn't even ask if we were hungry or ask if we wanted to order pizza. He didn't even help with dinner. He did the dishes maybe three times. He was up here from the 11th to the 24th. So on the 12th, we had roasted pork loin with potatoes, apple, and sage. On the 13th, we ate out. On the 14th, we had baked potato soup. On the 15th, we went to Sonshine Fest (I'll talk about that when i get done ranting) so we had Wendy's for lunch, and sandwiches for dinner. Every single day of Sonshine, (from the 15th-18th, or 4 days) we had sandwiches (would you like turkey and cheese or chicken and cheese?) for lunch and dinner, and yogurt for breakfast. Then when we got back, we spent 3 days eating sandwiches. On the 22nd, Victoria and I made pancakes and eggs and grits. On the 23rd, (yesterday) I made chicken with lemon balm, and rice and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final point in this one sided debate, is that he is always like "You guys fight all the time....blah blah blah....no one but you guys....blah blah blah..." and then his signature line, &lt;strong&gt;"back when I was a little boy, my siblings and I didn't fight anywhere near as much as you guys!" &lt;/strong&gt;Ok. So here's the thing. My dad was raised in like the 1800's! I'm just kidding. That's an exaggeration, but apparently there was like black and white TV and stuff when he was growing up. He's old. And if you look at any family now, and you look at how much the siblings fight, its probably not quite as bad as how much we fight, but it's still quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think I'm done. Not necessarily with whining (that stuff builds up when I don't blog for a while) but for the most part with whining about my dad. So ONWARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonshine was AWESOME, as it was last year. For those of you that don't know, it's a music festival, it goes on for 4 days, it's normally in mid July. It feature Christian bands (or bands with christian faith? Something like that. I'm not sure of the exact qualifications) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH MY GOD. I'm sitting here and I was like "WTF IS THAT?!" because I heard this monstrous noise outside. So it's hailing and storming monstrously outside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LOL sorry about that. But anyways, WAIT! Victoria just brought me a piece of hail that's about the size of a ping pong ball. I hope my garden isn't destroyed. For real now. Back to Sonshine. Not to be confused with Sunshine. So I went to see a bunch of bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-This Beautiful Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Barlow Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Family Force Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Skillet&lt;br /&gt;-Children 18:3&lt;br /&gt;-Day of Fire&lt;br /&gt;-Fireflight&lt;br /&gt;-Red&lt;br /&gt;-Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;-Decyfer Down&lt;br /&gt;-Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Nevertheless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reliant K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands in red are the ones I hadn't heard before, and I ended up at their concert by chance or because they had cool names and I wanted to check them out. My favorite concerts out of the bands I went were by far, Skillet, Family Force Five, and Thousand Foot Krutch.&lt;br /&gt;At the TFK concert, I crowd surfed, and it was FREAKIN AWESOME! I didn't tell my mom or dad though, because they probably would've freaked. That's about it because as usual, I'm getting inpatient with typing. On to the next subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed. I'm going off to Y(MCA) Camp from all week and that means I'm leaving on Sunday. It's not that I'm not excited to go, its that I wish I wasn't going this week. I wanted to go to the first session, which was like a week after school got out. The cabins are cleaner, the counselors aren't tired, and then the rest of my summer is basically free. But my sisters INSISTED that we go to a different one. And therefore I am mad at them. Why am I mad about something that seems so small? Because it means that I'm missing Lauren's 16TH BIRTHDAY PARTY. That's like the WORST party to miss! It's a sweet 16 and I feel horrible! Oh, and Mark is going. That makes me seem like a stalker or something, but don't forget that he also is technically my friend, and I haven't seen him in a while. So that is over all a depressing thing. The good news is though, my mom hatched a plan, that we (as in my sisters and I *rolls eyes*) could have a cook out sorta thing at our house, and invite our friends. It'd be from like 2 to 10 or something like that. I think that's a good plan! Although my paranoidness gets to me at that point because half of my brain imagines it as a fun party, and the other half starts freaking out and imagining it as a horrible disaster where all of my friends mob Mark and interrogate him, and my sisters friends are total monsters and somehow Alexandra overhears someone or something and then she knows who I like and she'll tell him. UGH. But I will go through with it anyways, because there seem to be more positives than negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done...&lt;br /&gt;-Helcar :)/ :( /z.z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/4481026749764266916-2498010695854958443?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2498010695854958443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/freeeeeeddddooommm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2498010695854958443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2498010695854958443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/freeeeeeddddooommm.html' title='FREEEEEEDDDDOOOMMM!!!!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3684424834109661530</id><published>2009-07-15T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:57:11.913-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music is cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick blog'/><title type='text'>Just Real Quick</title><content type='html'>Ok. I've been gone for a while, but I can't talk for long because its late and I'm at a hotel and I have to get up tomorrow. So here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Sonshine with my sisters and dad, and the free concert was Switchfoot. I managed to get a couple rows from the front, but everyone was SUPER packed, and I was being stupid and weariong flip flops so my feet are destroyed and I'm really sore. It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't blog for a while so bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;-helcar z.z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3684424834109661530?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3684424834109661530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-real-quick.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3684424834109661530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3684424834109661530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-real-quick.html' title='Just Real Quick'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7824173089682114763</id><published>2009-07-10T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:13:52.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP ME'/><title type='text'>A cry for help</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering how to get the cool tag box thingy (can't you tell i know my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terminology&lt;/span&gt;?) that these people have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sizzlingpublications.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sizzling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tovadarling.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Secret Life of Tova Darling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with half of the blogging universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;-helcar : I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7824173089682114763?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7824173089682114763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-for-help.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7824173089682114763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7824173089682114763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-for-help.html' title='A cry for help'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3757617549835034911</id><published>2009-07-08T23:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:56:40.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my personal zoo...i mean...pets'/><title type='text'>A day of...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not sure if today is a good day or a bad day, but it DEFIANTLY had some good spots. So....I'LL TELL YOU RIGHT AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK! STAY TUNED TO SEE..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm just kidding about that. Wouldn't it be annoying if I put "commercial breaks" in my blog posts? But talking about that would put me off topic (like I usually am) but I guess I can start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom woke me up at 5:30 (fun right?) because I had Cross Country Captains Practice-no, I'm not a captain, but the captains hold "practices" that are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conditioning&lt;/span&gt; before the actual season starts.-The practice technically isn't until 8am, but I have to eat, and get ready to go. And then i have to bike about 4.5 miles to the high school since my mom has to be at work by 6, and I REFUSE to sit outside the high school for 2 hours. But anyways, it takes me about 45 min. to bike there since I go slow in order to save some energy. At that point, it's about 6:45am,-7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; if I left at 6:15. Then I bike around town to waste time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I found a road on Google Earth that takes me to my friends houses, so they might get an early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt; call if getting down there doesn't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the high school with enough time to be about 10 min early, so i have more time to wind down before i have to run.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAYS! But this morning I was REALLY tired, so I decided (like the genius I am) to "rest my eyes for a couple minutes." And that couple minutes just happened to turn into a couple hours. So when i opened my eyes at 8:04am, I was like "CRAP!" and rolled over to look at my clock, and then I was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"CRAP!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then I flailed a little bit and then I gave up and sulked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I called my mom to let her know that I had simply overslept the practice, and that i didn't get hit by a car or kidnapped by a psycho (there are stretches of my route that are near really busy roads, and I'm supposed to call when I get to practice and when i get home). And then I went running by my house so I wouldn't stay out of shape like I am now. Well, actually, I'm not really "out of shape", I'm just not in "run 4 miles straight" shape. But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I got on blogger like the addict I am, and I checked &lt;a href="http://tovadarling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tova's &lt;/a&gt;first, except i typed in the URL instead of going to my dashboard (for some reason). When I got there, I read the new post, and when i got to the bottom, I saw the most amazing thing ever! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not ever, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FREAKIN&lt;/span&gt; AWESOME!)&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;0, zip, no, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;comments! As quickly as I could (I was having a TOTAL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt; attack.) I clicked the comment button and typed up a quick comment, worrying the whole time that someone was going to take this amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; (I mean, some on! She has a thousand something people following her blog, waiting to comment!) And I GOT IT!!! I GOT THE FIRST COMMENT!! It was the greatest moment of my young life! (Anyone seen that episode of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Frycook&lt;/span&gt; Games?...Oh...ok...) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe not the greatest, but it was pretty fantastic! Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure what the greatest moment of my life was so far...so maybe that WAS the greatest moment...is that sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the day was pretty boring for the most part. I cleaned some (I still failed to make any progress on my room, so it's still the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stereotypical&lt;/span&gt; teenage waste dump. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) and cleaned the chinchilla cage-I have 2; Titan and Joker-and that took a while because I had to deep clean the whole area. There was bedding and cardboard scraps and orchard grass everywhere...Maybe I didn't get any cleaning done because I kept stopping to play Tony Hawk Project 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; after my mom got home I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;orthodontist&lt;/span&gt; (I'm a brace face.) And got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rubber bands&lt;/span&gt;...which is more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rubber band&lt;/span&gt;, because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ortho&lt;/span&gt; people only wanted me to put a band on the left side of my mouth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then finally, I "adopted" &lt;a href="http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-wow-im-sad.html"&gt;Alexandra's &lt;/a&gt;poor fish. By adopted, I mean rescued. Hot Rocks (That's what she named him-I'm changing it as soon as I think of a name) was on the fast track to a toilet bowl funeral because she is a HORRIBLE pet owner. She bugged my mom forever about getting a fish, and so my mom went to a friend's kid's wedding, and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; two red beta fish (they were center pieces for some reason) and Victoria got one, and Alexandra got one. Of course Alexandra thought one of the fish was ugly, (it kinda was.) so she threw a tantrum and said that Victoria stole her fish so that she could get the "pretty" one. But anyways, so Alexandra barely ever fed her fish, and she NEVER cleaned his bowl. I mean the water was GRAY! It had bits of food and fish poop floating around in it, and there was lint or something on top of the water. Plus, the fish was hanging around at the top of the water. Most likely because the water was a LITTLE cleaner because some of the stuff sunk to the bottom. It was a wonder the fish wasn't dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;. So my mom said I could have it since Alexandra said she didn't want it anymore because it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The double plus in this situation is that Victoria felt bad for the fish too, and she wanted to get him away from Alexandra. So she said that if I "adopted" Hot Rocks, she would clean his barf-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt; bowl. So now Mr. Beta is sitting on my dresser, and no longer hanging around the top of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ALSO, my dad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; up from the good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; Virgin-I-A. Old Dominion...and whatever else they call it. (That's where I lived before I moved here...i should tell you about it sometime!) on Saturday...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fuuunnnn&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;By the way, does anyone have any suggestions for what I could name my snazzy new (red) beta fish? Should I post a pic of him (and the rest of my zoo while I'm at it) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3757617549835034911?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3757617549835034911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3757617549835034911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3757617549835034911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of.html' title='A day of...'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8232996123670215542</id><published>2009-07-07T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:37:44.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my amazing new follower'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I 2 new followers! They're Phoebe Jadeite over at &lt;a onclick="" href="http://screamoinpink.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;My Pink'n'Black Montage&lt;/a&gt;  and Ebony Haywood over at &lt;a onclick="" href="http://sizzlingpublications.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sizzling Publications&lt;/a&gt; ! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having followers...&lt;br /&gt;-helcar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8232996123670215542?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8232996123670215542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8232996123670215542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8232996123670215542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1800634585380671273</id><published>2009-07-07T01:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:24:41.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaaawwkkkwaaaard'/><title type='text'>helcar's Totally Awkward Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Ok so here it goes. I have decided to take part in Tova Darling's AWESOME Totally Awkward Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell about an awkward experience you've had, then link back to her blog and leave a comment saying you participated. So here is the link, &lt;a href="http://tovadarling.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tovadarling.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; , and i hope I'm doing this right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, my cousin Rachael (she's turning 16 on the 20th of July) and i were hanging out at the Mall of America, along with my mom, my sisters, and my aunt Jane. This was BEFORE it turned into the Nickelodeon Universe, so it was still Camp Snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically spent the day walking around and shopping, with a stop to the food court for lunch, and some time at Lego Land...just for fun. At some point in the day, the "kids" (a.k.a. my sisters, Rachael and myself) decided we wanted to go on rides, so that's what we did. When we were done, the grown ups decided that they were sick carrying their bags, and of the crowds, and the screaming kids. Of course, they then remembered that they had "a couple more stores" they had to get to. In the language of my family's adults, that means "We just dragged you to your rides, and we aren't done shopping. We're going to more stores, no matter what you say, so shuttup and come on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us being kids, we were (and still are) addicted to gum for no real reason, so Rachael gave me and Victoria a piece of gum. Don't ask me where Alexandra was. She was probably hanging out with my mom. After Victoria got her piece of gum, she wandered off. Rachael and i didn't see trash cans anywhere, and so while we were waiting for the adults, we started playing around with our gum wrappers. At first, (i had ripped it into little pieces for 20 times the fun!) i had the little balled up gum wrapper pieces on the railing, and i was playing with them and a couple fell off. They fell slowly and almost landed on some innocent bystander. After i saw that, my brain (because we all know how awesome it is. lol) was like "ENTERTAINMENT!!!" so i migrated to a different strip of railing which was above a fake tree, and tossed a couple (ok so it was more like the rest of my scraps) down one by one to see if i could get them in the tree pot. My cousin and i were both doing it because we were having a competition and we were REALLY bored. Keep in mind that these were REALLY small scraps of paper. Not the gum that was once in the wrappers, not rocks, and not spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon after that, the 'rental and family got done with the store they were in, and they decided they were finally ready to leave the mall. At that point we started making our way towards to door (we were in the belly of the beast. a.k.a. the middle of the mall) and about halfway there, we noticed that there was a rather tall, grumpy looking security guard trailing us. At first we ignored him, but when he kept following us, we turned around and very politely said "Can we help you?" and he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELL. We have footage of these CHILDREN. Throwing &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; over the mall railing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as he was saying all of this, he was talking REALLY loudly and emphasizing on random words. All the while, people that were walking by were starting to stop and stare at the showdown. Then of course, since Alexandra is such a FANTASTIC sister, she was like "oooOO!" like a class of 2nd graders when someone gets called to the office. Granted it wasn't super loud, but i could hear it fairly clearly from 6 feet away. Which certainly helped the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Officer Crankypants finished his lecture, my mom was just like "Well....they're very sorry." and then she made us give this long apology. After we apologized, he was like "DON'T let it happen again!" and stormed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few people that had decided to stop and gawk slowly dispersed as I got a lecture from my mom. I listened to that lecture with the same non existent attentiveness I gave the mall cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so needless to say, this awkwardness was caused by my own actions, and I'm sure it was much worse for my mom since she was the parent of one of the wrapper throwing delinquents. Oh well. It was still awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being awkward is so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-helcar =O.O= (that's sorta a blushing "oh no" face. not a bug eyed cat. lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1800634585380671273?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1800634585380671273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/helcars-totally-awkward-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1800634585380671273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1800634585380671273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/helcars-totally-awkward-tuesday.html' title='helcar&apos;s Totally Awkward Tuesday!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7299537478507499919</id><published>2009-07-05T00:52:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:01:27.592-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s a holiday-spread some cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive my ignorance'/><title type='text'>Holiday festivities! - The 4th of July!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda tired from the day's festivities, so I'm not gonna do a full out post. Just thought I would check in on y'all (I say y'all and then my friends make fun of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and let you know some of my thoughts on the day. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to go a couple days without someone dying?! Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McNair&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so most people might not know who that is, but he was an NFL quarterback) died now too! Celebs are dropping left and right, so be thankful you're not super famous (well, maybe you are. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) because you might be next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ALSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I may be a mindless child, but one thing I'm not, is a mindless child! While I was at the campground, this chick (Molly) said "I wonder if kids now a days even know why we celebrate the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July!" my cousin Nate the Hobo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;valiantly&lt;/span&gt; tried to provide an answer and he said "It's when we gained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; from Europe and won the war! I don't remember what the war was called though."&lt;br /&gt;and this is how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; continued:&lt;br /&gt;ME: (semi -loudly, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; not my normal speaking volume, from behind the crowd) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;REVOLUTIONARY&lt;/span&gt; war.&lt;br /&gt;NATE: YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;MOLLY: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, but what country?&lt;br /&gt;NATE: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt; France?&lt;br /&gt;MOLLY: YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being a stupid little kid, but I'm pretty sure that we celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; day because it's the day that our founding fathers signed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Declaration&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;, we hadn't yet won the war, and we were gaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; from BRITAIN. Not FRANCE. The French helped us win the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see The Proposal (with Sandra Bullock) today. It was funny! For everyone that either doesn't know or forgot, it's about a woman (S.B.) who is going to be deported to Canada, so she forces her assistant to marry her in order to save her career. One part was funny because the guy in the story's mom and grandmother were saying something about the son/grandson having to tell someone that he loves them so they can say it back. At this point, the dad is like "What?!" "Why does he have to do that!?" and the mom and grandma just rolled their eyes at the fact that the dad didn't understand. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; funny. Of course it might not sound funny the way i described it, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying not to give anything away. Even though i already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and during the movie, someone yelled at someone else to shut up, and my mom was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wOO&lt;/span&gt;!" (sorta like an "oh no he didn't!" type "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wOO&lt;/span&gt;!" not a cheering one.) really loud and my automatic reaction was to shush her...equally as loud. I couldn't help it! She's one of those people that don't TALK during movies, but she's like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;." or "what a loser" or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wOO&lt;/span&gt;!" . I almost think it's more annoying than sitting near someone who talks a ton (which actually is kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hypocritical&lt;/span&gt;of me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it doesn't annoying me talking TO someone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;talks&lt;/span&gt; a lot, and I talk a lot in most movies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pretty much it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-^- w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;(^.^)&gt; / (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's a really messed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kirby&lt;/span&gt; with a small party hat and a scary sparkler. this is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kirby&lt;/span&gt;.click it if you don't know who he is....&lt;a href="http://home.btconnect.com/hgi/nintendo-ds/kirby.jpg"&gt;http://home.btconnect.com/hgi/nintendo-ds/kirby.jpg&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I neglected to mention that when i shushed my mom, the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;theatre&lt;/span&gt; burst into laughter, which was a main point of me sharing the story (oops!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So....yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7299537478507499919?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7299537478507499919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-kinda-tired-from-days-festivities-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7299537478507499919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7299537478507499919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-kinda-tired-from-days-festivities-so.html' title='Holiday festivities! - The 4th of July!!!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-411884879569066840</id><published>2009-07-03T02:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:53:29.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and now back to...mental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my amazing new follower'/><title type='text'>Maybe i should get some motivation BEFORE 2am</title><content type='html'>Sooo. as you may or may not be able to see, i'm blogging at 3am. Why do i have no motivation what so ever until the late (or early) hours of the night (morning? i have NO CLUE. and plus, i get lazy like halfway through since its so late, and then my typos get even worse. and i've realized (well actually, i already knew it, i just haven't actually thought about it.) that it might annoy people that i have like 100 typos per post ( i'm WAY too lazy to use spell check) and that i practically never capitalize anything. and you know what?! (what?) that's just TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a REALLY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thing i want to mention is that i also have another follower!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and yeah, the blogging celebs might be like "psh! the blogging peasant is excited about having two followers?" but YOU KNOW WHAT?! i don't care! it's a HUGE step in the right direction, and i'm STOKED! so my follower is the awesome Sara over at &lt;a href="http://wakingupinasleepytown.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Waking up in a sleepy town&lt;/a&gt; ! And i don't believe i've formally introduced myself; i'm rachel. i'm weird. i'm 14, like alley. i change subjects a lot and i don't always make sense. now you know a little bit about me. lol maybe i should take peoples ideas and start posting random facts. i don't know. i'll submit it to my producers (aka my brain) but the romance monster will probably eat it alive without batting an eyelash. i doubt i will anyways. oh well. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now on to the main event! or rather what i didn't finish LAST time i was posting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENTAL...everyone's favorite....oh forget it. for those of you that are new, its basically me rambling about what's going on in my head. lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS SEGMENT OF &lt;strong&gt;MENTAL&lt;/strong&gt; I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THE DAYDREAM THING THAT I HAD FOR NO REAL REASON WHILE I WAS TALKING TO ALLEY. IT WAS TRIGGERED BY NONE OTHER THAN THE ROMANCE MONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so to introduce the setting, picture a hill. a fairly large grassy hill, spotted with wildflowers. its not OVERFLOWING with them. behind the hill is the edge of a large forest, which i and sunshine (of course he's involved in this) hiked through all day (as a couple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mark were wandering through the forest, and we happened upon this hill. so we went and we sat down on top of the hill, dropping our stuff a few feet behind us so we could rest. we were sitting with our feet out in front of us, and our arms spread out behind us (in a V so we wouldn't fall over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his hand was on top of mine, and he had his fingers intertwined in mine, so it was sorta like holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we just kinda sat there, talking about the day and laughing at inside jokes. at some point in the convo, mark picked one of the floweres that was around us and he was like "here. this is for you" and set it in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when there was a lapse in our convo (which was after a while) he kissed me on the cheek and wrapped his arms around me. then i layed my head on his shoulder. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think that concludes this segment of &lt;strong&gt;MENTAL. &lt;/strong&gt;but, you know, its 4:30am, and i am FAR from the ability to think well right now. lol so after i imagined all of this, i told alley, and then both her and i were freaking out, and then my internet stopped working and i had to scramble throughout my house for a half an hour and get it to work. so that was great. but anyways, if there was anything else, i'm not gonna remember it now. so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;oh i wonder what would happen if mark found out about this blog? that would certanly give me something for &lt;a href="http://tovadarling.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Secret Life of Tova Darling &lt;/a&gt;'s Totally Awkward Tuesdays. i'm hoping that doesn't happen though....&lt;br /&gt;-helcar &lt;3 (ok. i think this post calls for a heart because normally the face goes with the content.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: i feel like its necessary to inform you of the fact that although it says that this post was published at 2:50 something? it was ACTUALLY like 4:48 ish. don't ask me why i feel like i need to tell you. i just do. and that's why i need to get some motivation before 2am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-411884879569066840?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/411884879569066840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-i-should-get-some-motivation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/411884879569066840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/411884879569066840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-i-should-get-some-motivation.html' title='Maybe i should get some motivation BEFORE 2am'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2368777520020000073</id><published>2009-07-02T02:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:12:56.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iunder construction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh...romance'/><title type='text'>SwEeT!</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't really posted since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;, and since that time (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, well it was mostly today, but whatever. It was still work) both mine and Alley's ( &lt;a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zoinkers&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/a&gt;) blogs have been undergoing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;construction&lt;/span&gt;, and i must say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty happy with how BOTH of them turned out. Now my blog has that lovely three column look ( it almost killed me to try and change the format, because,&lt;br /&gt;a. I liked the little colored dots that were on there because they matched the colors and&lt;br /&gt;b. to change the format you have to go and sort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; the HTML, and the writing (or typing) was small and there was a LOT of it. When I was following the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to throw my laptop down (which I wouldn't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was talking to Alley and if it broke I would probably never get a new one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was trying to add these cute little turtles to my blog so that my (1 at the moment.) readers could play with them when they got sick of reading my babbling, but it didn't work! So I tried adding a fun tree frog (I was going for something green to match my current background, but the green didn't work...) so then I was like "You know what? Whatever. I just want some fun virtual animals for people to harass...Just kidding. So in that case, just find some animals, and put them on your blog." So then I turned to penguins. And guess what? ....yep! THEY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DIDN'&lt;/span&gt;T WORK!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! So no cute little animals for me, because Alley has fish on hers, but I don't want to take her fish. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have some more blog-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt; news! alley got a new follower! her follower's blog is over at &lt;a href="http://wakingupinasleepytown.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Waking up in a sleepy town &lt;/a&gt;with Sara. so now the "follower war" has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (you know it's coming! ....) in other news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; with romance is contagious, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; coming down with it too! The romance monster has reared it's rather gorgeous head and its now constantly trying to take down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; my other thoughts and fight to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;front lines&lt;/span&gt;. Here's the way i described it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster is beating down my other thoughts that are trying to be thunk (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, is that a word when it's used on these terms?) , and while it's doing this, it's lifting weights, and getting stronger all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, a fairly decent way to describe it is, you know how in video games (well, maybe you, don't but now you will) , there are normally&lt;br /&gt;-grunt type things: The very minor guys that don't really require effort or health to take care of. In my mind, the grunts of the thought world are stuff like "oh this pillow is soft!" and "what am i gonna have for lunch later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mini bosses: The major bad guys before the big tough boss. They are a little but of a challenge, but they aren't that bad. and normally when you face these, you get some sort of cool weapon or prize. So in this case, not only would the romance monster would gain a decent amount of strength, as well as the fear of the other thoughts. It would also gain a higher rank since it beat down the last thought. Mini boss thoughts include things like "oh that guy's hot!" and "i should check my blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bosses: the big guys. the toughies. the playground bullies. these guys are the hardest to beat, and require the most skill and health. when you beat them, it's totally worth it, and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; get something good from them. in this situation, the bosses that the monster beats down are thoughts like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hungry" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so that one may not seem major, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always hungry, so for me it kinda is.) and "i wanna hang out with my friends". when the romance monster beats down a main thought, it gains the front and center spotlight, and completely engulfs my brain for a least a few minutes. normally longer than that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that should explain the monster and its ways at least sorta. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. and also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to throw a party or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i am really bored and i wanna hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been talking to alley a ton, and we have like 8 different emails going on, and those emails have emails inside of them basically, because here's how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;topic #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic #3,&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're almost never related topics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we stay up until like 4:30am half the time talking on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;" (gag-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; dumb word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna do a &lt;strong&gt;MENTAL &lt;/strong&gt;segment, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bored and tired, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; do it later....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; Z.z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-2368777520020000073?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2368777520020000073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2368777520020000073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2368777520020000073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet.html' title='SwEeT!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1194620362628450991</id><published>2009-06-23T23:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:05:51.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>yyeeahhh...</title><content type='html'>ok. so.&lt;br /&gt;i finished Brisingr (The 3rd Eragon book ya know?) and it was pretty good. so now i'm back to the annoying task of waiting for authors to publish books. and for my book to be ready at the library. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to clara and veronica at home depot since we were giving her a ride home after this board meeting thing that i went to, and i was telling her about the miis that we had made (and then soon after, deleted, due to the family harassment risk) oh wait. did i mention those? if not, here's the deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we-as in veronica and i, but mostly me-had made mii's (people on the wii gaming system) of who people like, (i didn't label them with their real names, i used their nicknames. i'm not a total moron.) and then their colors got matched up so the people were in couples. and i also made a Jacob-from twilight(since there was already an Bella and Edward on my miis.) and married him to Victoria. oh, and i made Samara (from the movie , The Ring) and married her to one of my monster miis. which are the miis i made since i have mad skills at making demonic miis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and anyways, if you need a refresher, me, olympia, talking, miis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we were talking about the dude she (clara) likes' mii, and how i gave him a frown instead of a smile because 90% of the time he's frowning or smirking, and the mouths that were smirk-ish looked like pointy lipped turtle mouths. lol but then clara was arguing with me because she was like "Helcar! *smacks me in the arm* he smiles! I've watched him at lunch," (...ok....thats kinda creepy, but most people, including me, have done it. not for long, but i've done it.) "and he smiles with his friends and stuff!" and at this point she got all squealy like she does when she talks about her dog and jumped up and down a little and kinda waved her arms some and squealed something that sounded like "-squeal- so cute -squeal-" but let me tell ya, that girl is capable of going into some really high pitches, so my the computer panel in my brain controlling hearing shorted out for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her about how there were people below him on the "people i don't like" list and she was like "that's good!" and then she made me tell her who was below him and then she was asking about people above him, and what his rating was now, and then she was like "what could he do to improve his place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt that she's gonna go up to him and be like "Helcar doesn't like you, but this is what you can do to fix that". she wouldn't even let me scheme for her (even though i kinda did anyways) at the last day of eight grade dance because "he doesn't probably even know who she is," and something about being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was kinda an interesting convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then of course my mom was trying to get clara and veronica to tell her who i like, which you should know by this point if you've payed any attention at all to some of my posts, and luckily they didn't say anything. and my mom being the meanie that she is, is trying to say it's Josh S. that kid is a freak, and pretty soon, I'm gonna punch her if she keeps saying it because its really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also today, i was hanging out with alley, and we went to the mall and looked around. we tried on dresses (i was forced. :( ) and ate normal food and candy (which was good) and then we went back to her house and played viva pinata as her brother Mouse (again. not my nickname.) was trying to coach us from the sidelines. so that was fun as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, at the board meeting talking with most of my friends made me realize how much i miss seeing them like every day :( i guess i have to have a party now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it...wait! oh yeah. alley got me onto this grooveshark.com and i like it a lot! except the website always crashes around like 2am or so, so when i stay up really late reading or something, i can't listen to music the whole time. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY (maybe. lol) i don't think I've gone to bed before midnight more than once during the entire so far of summer break. great right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to think of an awkward moment so i can participate in the Totally Awkward Tuesdays over at The Secret Life of Tova Darling . i know i have some, so it's too bad i can't think of any. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to Anna about Dane cook jokes because i had said something about kool-aid and then she quoted his skit that had to do with the kool-aid man and it was funny. if you wanna watch (or hear) it, here's a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQ09jmRJIuU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQ09jmRJIuU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that should be about it, and if it's not, i think i'll just write it down and save it for the next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ummmm, i don't know what to say here today...&lt;br /&gt;-helcar :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1194620362628450991?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1194620362628450991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/hm-even-in-summer-i-dont-get-enough.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1194620362628450991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1194620362628450991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/hm-even-in-summer-i-dont-get-enough.html' title='yyeeahhh...'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1776165226688979314</id><published>2009-06-19T02:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:59:29.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeps'/><title type='text'>2am news flash!</title><content type='html'>lol well, as you may or may not have noticed, i'm up at 2am. i'm reading Brisingr (3rd book in the Eragon series-i had started reading it a while ago, but one of my family members moved it and i sorta forgot about it, so now i'm just starting it over.) so anyways, as i was reading i came to the realization that parker isn't the person ranked lowest on my list of people! in fact, he never has been! he's somewhere around 4th from the bottom, or second, depending on how you look at the people ranked in the bottom slot(s). either way, it's quite an accomplishment, because if the scale goes from -100 to 100, these people are -105, and parker is only like -85. i'm not even sure what prompted a thought like this...wait! ...nope....nothing. i'll let you know if i remember. but anyways, the champions of the "i dislike these people" side of my people spectrum are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drumroll please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron, Jesse, and Robert Meyer!&lt;br /&gt;these three obnoxious people lived down the street from me when i lived in Virginia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all pompous, obnoxious, "i'm so awesome" jerks and i had to deal with them ALL THE TIME. cameron is a year older than me, jessie is victoria's age, and i'm not entirely sure how old robert is. i think he was a kindergardener at the main time i was around him. maybe not, because alexandra was only in grade k, so maybe he was a preschooler....idk. it doesn't matter that much, because the point is, he was an obnoxious idiot and he was really young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, he was such a fantastic person (as my voice drips with sarcasm) that he would ride around on his big wheeler, flip people off and curse them out. oh, and try to hang out with alexandra. ALL THE TIME. (creepy!) but you may be saying to yourself, "oh he's young! he was probably just mimicking people and not knowing what he was doing!" but TRUST ME. he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so either the meyer brothers are all tied for first, or i have to rank them from worst to "best". and now that i'm thinking on the topic of people i dislike, another person comes to mind that is quite possibly still below parker. (and by below i don't mean above. i mean they have a number lower than whatever i gave him above-i'm too lazy at this point to try and scroll up to see. lol) and that person is amanda l. for those of you who are unaware, she's matt's (my friend in virginia. ) sister. mandy gained the favor of alexandra (she's easily swayed.) but i don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy spent the time she was around me (and i was around matt) to taunt both of us. she was constantly talking about how we were such a cute couple and crap like that. i wanted to kill her. needless to say, it was completely obnoxious, and eventually, others followed suit. such as his other sister sam. most of the time sam didn't really pay much attention to us, so she's kinda a little (like a few points) below neutral. but she got in her remarks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, mandy just over all wasn't very nice to most people. she was the meanest bus patrol ever (i was in either kgarden or 1st grade (i think) when she had her rain of terror.) adnd when she "graduated" from Bennet Elem. she would stand at the bus stop and curse out kids on the bus that were talking out the windows at people. and one time she flicked someone off. idk why though. i did my best to try and ignore her most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when i went back to visit some of my neighbors like the summer after i moved, i was walking by their house, and their mom was out trimming trees and she was like "HI! have you seen matt?" and i was like no and she said "well he's down in the cul-de-sac if you wanna go talk to him" (their mom was a nice person.) and so victoria and i were walking back to go down and talk for a couple minutes, and i barely got to the edge of the fence that bordered the corner of the cul-de-sac, and i heard mandy and cameron (my 2 favorite people. not) talking, along with a few other people, and so me being the brave person i am, i turned around and decided that it wasn't worth it, and hoped i'd see matt wandering around before i left. and i heard this evil shriek (not really, but it was really loud) that was like "RACHEL!" and so as i tried to speed up and act like i hadn't heard anything, a whole gang appeared behing me and mandy was like "HI!" with this really weird look on her face that was sorta friendly, but had a "MWUAHAHAHAH!" that went with it. and victoria and i turned around and were faced with cameron, his gang of loser friends, mandy and matt (who looked serious, as usual).&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda funny in a way, because if we had a table in between us, which we unfortunatly didn't, we could've been going through a drug deal, because our "gangs" were facing each other for like a 30 seconds, not really saying anything, more like observing each other. but anyways, after the 30 sec observation period, i was about to say something, when mandy pushed matt forward half like he was some sort of offering, and half like she was trying to shove him into me (you know like in movies where guys and girls' shove two people together, forcing an awkward hug) and mandy snickered, and cameron smirked, and matt turned a little red and half turned and glared at mandy. and by doing this, she TOTALLY ruined it, because we probably could've chatted or something, and it ended up being really awkward and it was kinda like&lt;br /&gt;"hi"&lt;br /&gt;"hi"&lt;br /&gt;"soo...."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"so how's it goin?"&lt;br /&gt;"good"&lt;br /&gt;"cool"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"well...um...bye..."&lt;br /&gt;"...bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i kinda fled the scene. so i don't like mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i'm debating ...and....i've decided. mandy and cameron are tied for 1st, and then robert, and then jesse. and then someplace floating around 4th (or 5th, if you skip 2nd since there are two 1st's . which doesn't really make sense to me, but i've seen it done.) is parker. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very well might think of people...wait! i just thought of more people that top him. felix and curtis lee. i'll put it this way since it's almost 3am now. they're both really annoying losers that i would very much enjoy beating up. or paying someone to beat up so i could watch. i don't know which one i would get more enjoyment out of (now that i sound like a total freak show jerk.) and i think felix is at 4th and curtis is at 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just leave it that way. at this point, i'm done with thinking this out a ton. i know i don't like them, not quite as much...you know what screw it! actually no. neveremind. i haven't been blogging for an hour this late at night just to say screw it. so this has been quite an interesting night! or morning....whatever. so in all reality, parker is at like 6th (or 7th-see the reasoning for this in the paragraph below the convo block.) , which migt make some people happy. maybe not. maybe they won't really care. i'm thinking they aren't gonna care. but anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just the fact that i have like no patience most of the time, but there's a lot of people i dont like...&lt;br /&gt;-helcar -_@;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if you were wondering, that's a "dazed+half asleep+"oh wow"+pissed off because i was warm and comfortable and now i have to go to the bathroom+wanting to get back to my book because this post turned out longer than i thought" face. yeah. i know. it's messed up, but at 3am, so am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. and now that i think about it even more, (i thought i was gonna stop thinking. i guess not.) since all of these people are below him, parker is only like a -75 or so (possibly higher), because there has to be room to space out the other people, because there's a little bit of a gap between some of them i'm sure, and i'm not gonna mush 'em all together, because that messing everything up and leaves the amount of dislike for a number much too high. that's the point in a bigger number range; to leave enough room to distinguish between different levels of annoyance. we wouldn't want someone in the middle of the lower half to be grouped with the upper part of the lower half, because they're DIFFERENT LEVELS. have i lost you yet? because i'm not even sure i've been making sense. oh well. sigh. good night. or morning. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1776165226688979314?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1776165226688979314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/2am-news-flash.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1776165226688979314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1776165226688979314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/2am-news-flash.html' title='2am news flash!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7356224415931876335</id><published>2009-06-15T00:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:01:46.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>lol wow i'm sad.</title><content type='html'>so today, i went to home depot because i needed bird net for my summer project (a garden). one of my strawberry plants has lots of cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; (ranging from decent size to just starting, so i won't really specify a size) growing on it, and i need to protect them from the birds, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/span&gt; (she's a fruit monster and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; kinda worried that she's gonna try and eat them before they're even ripe. or at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! have i introduced you to my sisters? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure i neglected to mention them when i did my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria-12, sassy, 5' 11"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; (holy CRAP!), fairly decent most of the time, just kinda talks to my friends without hanging on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra- 10, bossy, pushy, cranky, preppy, annoying, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; less than 5' 11" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. well, maybe not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; how tall she is. i know she's taller than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Queenie&lt;/span&gt; by at least a couple inches, but most people are..., very hard to get along with, tries to suck up to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't love my sisters equally (well..that's not entirely true...jk!...maybe.) it's just that most of the time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Victoria &lt;/span&gt;is so much easier to get along with! but ANYWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait....where was i? oh YEAH! and so i got the bird net, and i started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-rolling it. it was a hassle from the start! so i started breaking little stick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thingies&lt;/span&gt; to hold the net to the ground (don't worry, it's all relevant!) and eventually, i was looking at it, and some of the net was drooping onto the plants because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; incapable of doing something like this right, and i was already sick of that crap. so i grabbed my scissors, some of my stick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thingies&lt;/span&gt;, and pulled back some of the net and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;scooched&lt;/span&gt; forward so i was under it. like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;so once i got my stuff all tied down or whatever, i was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, now i can just cut this and tie it closed.&lt;br /&gt;problem is, the stuff was all bunched and twisted behind me, so i was trapped in. AND i couldn't tell where all of the stuff was, because in the right lighting (which just happened to be most of the light outside of course) it kinda "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt;". and so i grabbed my scissors and started cutting, but thanks to the amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt; net, i couldn't tell where i had cut, and i was cutting blindly. and then the little screw thing holding the scissor blades together would get caught on the net, and it was a DISASTER!&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god, it took me 20min to cut myself out of the netting, and i was pissed off when i got done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so imagine a 5' 9", 14 year old girl in a t-shirt and shorts with wild hair and filthy bare feet trapped in bird netting with a couple little strawberry plants, sitting in the dirt with scissors, cutting madly at what seems like practically nothing, and thrashing a little and muttering to themselves angrily as they try to hold up bunches of black plastic net.&lt;br /&gt;SURE! you laugh now, but how about i trap you in an area &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about 2x2 (feet) and then wrap some practically invisible, stubborn, plastic-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; netting! and then, tie it down, give you some scissors, and tell you to get out! we'll see how funny it is after that!&lt;br /&gt;well, actually, i think it's pretty funny now, but at the time it wasn't! it sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the mean time, my broccoli and chives are growing like crazy and my mom is freaking out about the one flower on the tomato plants. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my story for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i went to my aunt's campground yesterday (well, technically, its not HERS, but she practically lives out there in the summer, so we just call it hers.) and there were some army guys there that had just come back from an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt; tour or whatever, and most of them were CUTE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and aunt were like "if you were like 3 years older, you'd be having a field day out there!&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, they were all over the place, fishing and talking and hanging out at the canteen and stuff, and i guess when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; was over watching my baby cousin and she was going back to my aunt's camper, there were these guys playing football. she said she was kinda watching them, and this guy kept like looking at her, and he missed a pass or whatever and he started doing a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; super fast all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i was trying to tell her that he was probably trying to show off for her or something, but she was all like "no no. he was probably in a contest or something with his friends." i. think. not.&lt;br /&gt;who knows? maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; wrong, but normally, guys do stuff like a million fast push ups when they're trying to show off, and since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; is a giant, and has been mistaken for a high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt; more than once, i wouldn't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; if he thought she was older than 12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. now i feel all boy crazy because it's not like i wasn't thinking about being older than i am. but it was like 100 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; cute guys all running around! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; was thinking it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i am SUCH a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to re-open that netting to water the plants, 'cause i might not make it out if i do...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7356224415931876335?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7356224415931876335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-wow-im-sad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7356224415931876335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7356224415931876335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-wow-im-sad.html' title='lol wow i&apos;m sad.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2551825868302168497</id><published>2009-06-14T00:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:02:40.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and now back to...mental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone&apos;s crushin&apos;'/><title type='text'>umm..hehe...well...no? maybe? ok yes! T-T</title><content type='html'>veronica figured it out. i was being a stupid moron and she asked about his birthday and i very reluctantly told her and then after like an hour she was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;! :D i know who it is!" because i guess i wasn't thinking about the face that when people are 14 and they have a summer birthday (for example, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) they normally are in a grade ahead of us. ugh. *throws self onto a spear* this is exactly why i wasn't telling the CIA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interrogators&lt;/span&gt; of 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade (:D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not an 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader anymore!) any clues. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BLEH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in other news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to hang out at my aunt's campground today, and when i was down fishing at the docks, i was talking to this guy and he was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oakdale&lt;/span&gt;! he was telling me about his sons, and one of them is like my age, but he goes to north (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. they're my rivals now.) and he was all like "where are you going to school?" and i said tartan and he was like "oh they're gonna make you dumb over there! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!" and then he was like "isn't tartan gonna make her dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jonah&lt;/span&gt;?" (that's his son that was my age-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;so that was pretty interesting. they were nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to do a segment of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because i haven't done one in a while, and it adds some flavor to the post...sorta. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;Setting: Church&lt;br /&gt;People there: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;priest&lt;/span&gt;, old people, my family, one of Cruella&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; (my youngest sis) friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Priest&lt;/span&gt;: And so they would sacrifice the bull and....blood.....savior......pure....God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? you know what ? whatever *closes the blind that let me see whats going on in the "outside world"*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; i wonder when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; is going to get her cell phone in! (imagines me laughing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;txts&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when should i hang out with my friends again? (imagines us all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pinz&lt;/span&gt; and playing laser tag and stuff)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when can i hang out with mark and lauren? ( i don't even remember what i imagined with that..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should i have a party with ALL of my friends? is it a good idea? (has like 7,000 different split second flashes of what can go wrong, and only about 24 of what could go right. :P )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*war starts between the "yeah! totally!" side and the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; are you freaking NUTS?!" side*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow i get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt; about this kinda stuff! (that sucks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugh. now that veronica knows the "light" (nice) side of me feels an obligation to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;bethany&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*another war starts between "its the right thing to do!" and "that's just too bad!"*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is so boring! yeah yeah! sacrifice and blood and bulls and food and dudes carrying water jugs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; needs an e-mail 'cause i hate calling people! i mean, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; once you're talking to them i guess, but i really don't like actually calling!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many people need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;facebooks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; knows too! ugh! this is so stupid!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh. i made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;mii's&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; crushes (but i used their nicknames.) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; 99% sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to delete them because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; weird &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. my friends will kill me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to hear whatever my family would have to say about them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i also made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Samara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;mii&lt;/span&gt; (like from the ring?) and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt; (some of my friends already had made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;, so its only fair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love sabotaging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;miis&lt;/span&gt;! its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much fun because i have mad skill in that territory! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; they hardly look human when i get done with them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes this segment of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and i just thought i should tell you that all of these thoughts (plus each one had some "re-enactment" type things going on when i thought about them, so they were going pretty fast.) happened within like a 5 min span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! and at my aunt's campground, i roasted and ate practically a whole bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; BY MY SELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i kinda have problems...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :D (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still happy about it being summer! that's gonna change once i get sick of my sisters though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-2551825868302168497?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2551825868302168497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/ummhehewellno-maybe-ok-yes-t-t.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2551825868302168497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2551825868302168497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/ummhehewellno-maybe-ok-yes-t-t.html' title='umm..hehe...well...no? maybe? ok yes! T-T'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5813085039253480174</id><published>2009-06-11T22:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:47:30.155-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone&apos;s crushin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partytime'/><title type='text'>summertime blogging!</title><content type='html'>well , it's finally summer, and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; kicked off pretty well if i do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the last day of school i rode the bus home with alley and stayed over there. while i was there we watched movies and stuff and had seafood for dinner. we didn't really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; up that late on that night because we were watching The Eye and we all fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;the next day we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pinz&lt;/span&gt; and went bowling and played arcade games and then played laser tag (i ranked third) and it was SUPER fun! so we (alley and i) dubbed it the new hangout for us and our friends.&lt;br /&gt;then i convinced my mom to let me stay over there another night! so then we stayed up till 6am reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tova&lt;/span&gt; Darling posts, editing our own blog formats, and playing games on the computer. then we woke up and we WERE going to go on a hike, so alley's mom packed us some yummy food (other than these weird chip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thingies&lt;/span&gt;. those were kinda gross). but then we went over by the truck thing by her house, and this dude, we can call him dumbo since i don't know his name, and he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; dishes for ears (seriously...they were HUGE!) and dumbo was all like "are you the girls that were over here climbing on the semi trailers (which we did do...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and we were all like "yeah", so its not like we tried to lie, and he was just like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we have footage of you in back!" and then he was all like "you can't be doing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; its dangerous and if you fell someone could get seriously hurt" and EVERY SINGLE TIME he said something he would say "do you understand?" and he would stare at us until we said yeah or something. (i think the people at that place think that kids are morons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how the other guy that yelled at us was too.) and then he was like "so stay away from back there (do you understand?)" and alley was like "well, can we just go back behind there? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we were just gonna go back there and have a picnic." and he was like "no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; rather you didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; this here's private property (do you understand?).&lt;br /&gt;so we were like "whatever" and 'left'...we just cut through the swamp, over to the railroad tracks and went in the back way. but then , when we were over in the woods, we got a call after we heard this helicopter and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; the helicopter was spraying some chemicals to kill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mosquitos&lt;/span&gt;, so we had to come back. so we just had our picnic out in alley's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;after this we like played halo and stuff, and we WERE going to watch gran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;torino&lt;/span&gt;, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; boring at the part we saw, so we left and snuck out on the roof from her brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mouse&lt;/span&gt;'s bedroom window. then we jumped down on the shed to get off the roof, and i knocked something off the shed ceiling...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and then we played halo some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in other news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; likes on the last day of school, and it happens to be my arch -enemy (or at least in my mind he is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really its not that big of a deal i guess, but i honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really see what she sees in him. oh well. its kinda one of those "i would put up with him for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Clara's&lt;/span&gt; sake, but that doesn't mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna be all buddy buddy." things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Cheshy&lt;/span&gt; is stressing Anna out with all of the weird signals he's giving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Clara and Lauren &lt;/span&gt;now have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;facebooks&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; is getting a cell phone (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i''m trying to get Mark to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="labels-container"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day of school wasn't SUPER exciting, but i would describe it as...interesting? i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, for a short story (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to go in order. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just go with what comes to mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new profession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day, my alarm didn't go off, so i was kinda late to the first class. but that didn't matter, because the Mo and Kate, the Salt Lake Faculty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Advisors&lt;/span&gt;, weren't there yet. everyone was in the room making banners to thank them.&lt;br /&gt;when they got there, about half the group went out to make sure Mo and Kate didn't get in the room. at first they tried to make us spill what was going on, and get in the room, but nothing worked. so then, people went back in the room real quick and they were like "we need guards." so then they were like "mark. go out and guard the room!" and he was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; (and the funny thing is, he said he didn't really have any dress clothes, so he was wearing a suit, instead of the khakis and stuff that all the other guys were wearing. that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though, because it looked nice, instead of like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; Eagle shirt or a polo and khakis. but ANYWAYS. he was all like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;" to me, so we both went out and stood in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;we were like shoulder to shoulder almost, because we were both blocking a door. so we decided that we were bouncers. and i think we would've been pretty convincing ones too! but that was fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we just kinda talked to each other and told Kate and Mo (who were sitting on a bench near the door, waiting to get into the room) that "we were just organizing to room" since we couldn't tell them what everyone was really doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;. then the other people called us back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing about this was that when we went back out in a couple minutes, Kate and Mo were trying to run up the down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;escalator&lt;/span&gt; (which they had told everyone not to do like 20 minutes earlier) and one would stand at the top and be all like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;! you can make it! go faster!" it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and another thing i forgot to mention before my story was that now almost everyone in my "lucky 7" group know who i like. the only ones that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Bethany and Veronica&lt;/span&gt;. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is going pretty good so far. at least i think....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; 8) (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt; out in sunglasses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; its summer and i can!" face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5813085039253480174?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5813085039253480174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime-blogging.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5813085039253480174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5813085039253480174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime-blogging.html' title='summertime blogging!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2148951867498890952</id><published>2009-06-07T17:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:20:58.044-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGH'/><title type='text'>:6</title><content type='html'>i want to throw myself off a cliff. :( my mommy made me get a mani/pedi. don't worry, i'll wait for any victory yells or girlie screeching to finish...ok...and i dont think i'll ever hear the end of it from anyone...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww maaannn....&lt;br /&gt;-helcar :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-2148951867498890952?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2148951867498890952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2148951867498890952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2148951867498890952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/6.html' title=':6'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3697778963379620792</id><published>2009-06-06T18:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:58:38.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All these feelings'/><title type='text'>MAJOR joy kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bethany &lt;/span&gt;is super sad because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; now Pinnochio is going out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3697778963379620792?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3697778963379620792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/major-joy-kill.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3697778963379620792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3697778963379620792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/major-joy-kill.html' title='MAJOR joy kill'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3623332879532920283</id><published>2009-06-06T17:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:38:11.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partytime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panicking...as usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back on track'/><title type='text'>eeeeeeEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>things may be back on track!&lt;br /&gt;i may be able to party with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt; after all! but its not for a couple weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my mom is waiting for a payday or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;problemo&lt;/span&gt; with this is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; SUPER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paraniod&lt;/span&gt; that someone is going to do something and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to have to bury myself in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray! well...sorta....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3623332879532920283?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3623332879532920283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/eeeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3623332879532920283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3623332879532920283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/eeeeeeeeeee.html' title='eeeeeeEEEEE!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8006186439102912487</id><published>2009-06-05T15:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:00:51.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYLSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><title type='text'>its storytime children!!! :P</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back! so here we go... i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; start off with one of those stories &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been talking about...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the Hyatt, i went up couple floors and came into one of those large banquet hall type things. once i got my name tag and dropped off my luggage, i went to the back of the room where all the people were standing in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;when i got back to the circle, i saw that people were playing a game. everyone had their shoes off, and it was kinda like musical chairs, but there was a person in the middle, who had to say something about themselves (ex: i have mail for anyone who has a sister) and anyone that that applied to had to go stand behind a different pair of shoes. once we got done with that game, it was time for a different one.&lt;br /&gt;it turns out that everyone was divided into groups, like Great Lakes, Gulf of Mexico, Mississippi, Salt Lake (my group) and a couple others. so everyone sat with their groups for this game. of course everyone introduced themselves and where they were from and all that stuff. the objective of this game was to think of songs with a specified word in it, then you had to sing it, but if another group sang your song, you had to have a different one. for example, the first word was "love" so people sang stuff like the barney song and love shack.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; we had been given was to introduce yourself to any newcomers and explain what you're doing when they get there. the second word was "baby". a couple minutes after this was assigned, my group was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brainstorming&lt;/span&gt; songs, and i saw someone come and sit behind me out of the corner of my eye. i wasn't sure they would say anything, so i grabbed the bull by the horns and instead of waiting for someone else to say something, i turned around and said "hey! we're trying to think of songs with the word "baby" in it. :)" to none other than mark.&lt;br /&gt;when we got done with the game, we had a little time to socialize, and by the end of that time, me, mark, and some other people were joking around and socializing. then it was lunchtime. we all went down and sat at a table like we had known each other for years, not minutes (yeah that sounds kinda cliche, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how it went down) as everyone else awkwardly scrambled to tables. by the time we got our plates, we had all decided that we were being trained to take over the world at the "leader" conference, and we were dividing up countries.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; so as an important person in the program gave a speech about "being the leaders of tomorrow, learning new skills and new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;" our whole table was cracking up and making side jokes about being mini dictators.&lt;br /&gt;next we got our meals. its was spaghetti and with one of those giant meatballs and some sort of salad (all of the lunch/dinners were a main course with some sort of salad. most of the time it was lettuce, but once it was pasta salad). while we were eating, we all asked questions like "if you were a color, what would you be" and went around the table answering them. i was being lazy and trying to cut my meatball with my fork, except it wasn't working out too well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; the meatball kept sliding around my plate/bowl thing and mark noticed and just laughed. then he was like "here you go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a vegetarian. :D" and he put his meatball on my plate when at this point i had like half of mine gone so i could sorta cut it. and i was all like "gee thanks" in a joking sarcastic tone and he was like "yep no problem! and he started laughing again then went back to asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; stop that story there. so what else is there to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; knows who i like now, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; likes someone (duh) and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very lazily trying to get it out of her. i doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to though, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really trying that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bethany&lt;/span&gt; friend requested &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/span&gt; (every once in a while i call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt; because its shorter (and the first and last letter) of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/span&gt;) on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; grounded for two weeks, which messes up everything. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is almost over! there's basically one day left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind used a lot of time/writing on that story, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna stop now...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8006186439102912487?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8006186439102912487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-im-back-so-here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8006186439102912487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8006186439102912487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-im-back-so-here-we-go.html' title='its storytime children!!! :P'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7263177429052839439</id><published>2009-05-31T21:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:58:21.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All these feelings'/><title type='text'>AHHH! :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. more updates on the fly since i have to do a major poetry project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-alley is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stillwater&lt;/span&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anna &lt;/span&gt;figured out who i like :'(&lt;br /&gt;-now veonica is never going to shut up about how she's more trustworthy than the others and i should tell her who i like :'(&lt;br /&gt;-I have 800 projects and tests all coming up shortly :'(&lt;br /&gt;-i have yet to re-confront my mom on the party issue and the end of the year is coming up :'(&lt;br /&gt;-everyone is getting their own e-mail, so i can finally have some privacy and change the password! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stuff to do, so that will be all for now...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7263177429052839439?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7263177429052839439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7263177429052839439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7263177429052839439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhh.html' title='AHHH! :&apos;('/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2021227465208506078</id><published>2009-05-27T22:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:04:08.096-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>updates on the fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so here's the daily news by person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;br /&gt;so far, the "crush knowing" war continues to rage-i think they think i like Hank because they've asked that like 4 times. the only thing is though, he breaks one of the guidelines i gave them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure they know that. (hank has blue eyes-i noticed because the bright blue shirt he was wearing today made them look weird. but anywho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;found out who she "sorta" (i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just a: i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like him very much when he's being an idiot excuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;likes Cheshy, but refuses to do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;thinks its weird that there's a mutual dislike between me and him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bethany&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;same old same old. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; she got in the pictures though, and also, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think she knows that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really care that she likes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pinnochio&lt;/span&gt; (even though i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand why she does) i just like harassing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;spazzes&lt;/span&gt; out about him a LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. same old same old pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica:&lt;br /&gt;is making me want to jam a pen down her throat because whenever we get on the crush topic she tries to glorify herself so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; tell her who i like. for example she says "you can tell me! i wont tell anyone! besides, who was the person that knew Mark's last name (even though i DID tell her first) and who was the person that knew who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;anna&lt;/span&gt; liked and didn't even say that she knew???"&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alley:&lt;br /&gt;her parents are trying to make her go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Boringwater&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;still won't spill who she likes. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; elaborate later...i still have to do a story post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. my schedule got all messed up today...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; Z_Z &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-2021227465208506078?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2021227465208506078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-on-fly.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2021227465208506078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2021227465208506078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-on-fly.html' title='updates on the fly!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1445521327146505267</id><published>2009-05-22T23:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:54:56.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rrg&lt;/span&gt;. my dress that i was forced to get is like right above my knees and i look like a giraffe/zebra/really weird tree. also, why does Bethany talk about me going out with people so much!?&lt;br /&gt;today in gym when she was guessing who i like (you all should know who it is by now)after a couple people, she was like "are you going out with someone?" WHAT?! if i was going out with someone from school, i would tell them. if it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; outside of school i would tell them. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to decide if i would tell them if the (super unlikely) event of me going out with sunshine happened. also, she asks the weirdest questions sometimes. like she has asked me multiple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;times&lt;/span&gt; if i would go out with the person i like. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all for now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i need to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1445521327146505267?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1445521327146505267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1445521327146505267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1445521327146505267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7230232328918541572</id><published>2009-05-21T22:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:06:32.739-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone&apos;s crushin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>wooow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RRGGGG&lt;/span&gt;! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WHAAT&lt;/span&gt;?! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; and another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; for a different reason and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; and o.o (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what word to put for that one). too bad i can't say all of that at the same time, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking. so here is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dealio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;RRGGGG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Alley wont tell me who the new person she likes is!! of course its her business and shes not required to tell me, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT TO KNOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; why? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, i just like knowing my friends secrets! it helps me know them better! so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; guessed duke (not my name for him.), which she has denied, but here is the reasoning for such a guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. even if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;valleyfair&lt;/span&gt; clues were fake, he fits those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;descriptions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. alley said that the persons shoes matched their shirt 2day (may 21st, 2009), which again, another fake clue maybe, but he fits the bill.&lt;br /&gt;3. she says its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;-duke is a possibility for someone that you would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to tell others that you like.&lt;br /&gt;4. she has been talking to him a lot more in music lately. it seems like before when the seats got switched, he was just there.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;. even though i would hate to, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tempted to give up until she tells me on her own because shes too hard to read and shes stubborn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so today i found out who Anna currently likes. it turns out that it is the person that i was suspicious that it might be, but she says it wasn't at first.&lt;br /&gt;i also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; found out who she liked before. which honestly, is kind of interesting, not necessarily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;, and also not quite as big of a deal as she was making it. YES it kind of is a big deal, since it was the same person another person likes (i had already gotten that much out of her before, but i figured it was somebody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) but its not like if she told me i would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt; her for liking the same person as someone else, because it happens. and also, it wasn't like i would go tell the other person that liked the guy that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; liked him too...whatever. and another reason for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Bethany&lt;/span&gt; was yelling at me in gym for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; why she likes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Pinnochio&lt;/span&gt; and not really caring that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; likes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Cheshie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;i was just talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; and i told her what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Bethany&lt;/span&gt; and i decided in gym (that it wouldn't be a bad idea to ask him out) and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; said that she told him.&lt;br /&gt;as in that she likes him! and she said that he said that he liked her back!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and THEN i was like "well then ask him out!" and you know what she said?!&lt;br /&gt;"no. girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask guys out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! which is more like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ARRRGGGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! if the guy I liked (mark) said that he liked me, then maybe i would wait a little bit to see if he would ask me out, but then if he didn't, i would ask him out. DUH. well, whatever. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; person who would do this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i have had a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;convos&lt;/span&gt; about who people like. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure why people think that its a bad idea to tell me who they like. i asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Carly (Clara's sister)&lt;/span&gt;, and she said that she didn't want to tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i would tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; and she would tease her. but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;WOULDN'T&lt;/span&gt;! and i said that and shes like "well, you would ask Clara who he is, and then she would be like 'why? how do you know about him?' and i would be like "Carly likes him'" and then the stuff i just mentioned. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;then she&lt;/span&gt; asked who i liked and i was like "who do you think i like?" and she was like "the person that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; e-mailed" and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;DIDN&lt;/span&gt;"T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! and i was like "no comment" and she was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;mhmm&lt;/span&gt;" and i asked why and she said because i hang out with him and i get all defensive when people talk about him. and you know what?! she makes it seem like i go over to his house every day and see him! he lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; savage and i can't drive!!!! plus, its only when they start the whole "you two are married" and the "Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;." thing. why would i just sit here and let them be like that when its NOT TRUE! and then they basically tell people that he's my boyfriend WHEN HES NOT! they told Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Everest&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Mrs&lt;/span&gt; Marget that! i ALMOST strangled them!&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to another topic...why do people ALWAYS assume that he's my beau when they first hear about him?! Alley showed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Tess&lt;/span&gt; a picture of him on the bus (with an intro of isn't he cute?) and she was like, "is that your boyfriend?" and i was like no and she was like "well he should be" and alley when i was at her house was like "you could invite mark to the pool party!" at dinner and her mom was like "is that your boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;and this brings me to another topic...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not entirely sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Melissa and Clara&lt;/span&gt; are neutral. i mean, its not like they are REQUIRED to like someone, but it seems like they would. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wore a shirt with rainbow guitars on it and alley said imagining me wearing colors is kind of weird because i seem like a grizzly bear or a pit bull or something tough, and me randomly wearing colorful stuff is like randomly putting bunny ears or a pink jacket on that tough thing.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;alley was wondering what mark looked like without a shirt on and we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; about that and how it would be weird to randomly ask someone to take off their shirt for you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why i was wondering if me and him and lauren got together over the summer they would agree to go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;waterpark&lt;/span&gt; and hang out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure i left out something because i ALWAYS do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i just can't remember it all because most of the time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; typing, my own voice is ringing in my head because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going on a mental rant. its actually kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;i have also just now decided that i will use this blog sometimes to tell all of my sunshine/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; related stories. you know how you come back from a fun weekend or something and you want to tell you friends about the funny stuff because they'd appreciate the humor and stuff in it? well i can't tell all of those stories around my friends without risking being mauled by their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;smarta&lt;/span&gt;** remarks. in fact, i can't tell my family either, because i was trying to at first and they were being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; as bad! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; so those posts will probably be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;obsesso&lt;/span&gt; seeming, but they're NOT! they're just like a whole week in a row worth of stories that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been wanting to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going shopping for a graduation dress tomorrow. (if you know me, right now you are probably about to fall over from shock. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have decided that i love hugs. which also is kinda weird. ugh. i think my friends have blowtorches and they're melting the cage for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;unnecessarily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; side of my brain. i hope they didn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;. so many things, so many stories..just wait till i post some....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7230232328918541572?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7230232328918541572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/wooow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7230232328918541572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7230232328918541572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/wooow.html' title='wooow'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3491020108337347351</id><published>2009-05-16T00:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:04:16.648-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back on track'/><title type='text'>Midnight Blogging</title><content type='html'>so it seems like i always end up blogging at like one in the morning when my thoughts are all over the place and a week worth a tiredness is catching up to me. lots of stuff has happened sorta i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! my (awesome) project citizen team WON! so our project board gets sent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; DC (but we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LLLLAAAMMMEEE&lt;/span&gt;). the day at the capital was fun, other than the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;clara and veronica &lt;/span&gt;were acting like moms and i wanted to beat them with my shoe. and alley made it, so everyone was there! it was way cool and when it was announced that WE, the misfits won, we all freaked out! it was way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coolio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure why, but lately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;waaayyy&lt;/span&gt; more hyper than i normally am. its like my brain is on crack (WHICH ITS NOT!). also, it seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teensy&lt;/span&gt; weensy bit more outgoing than usual. maybe my friends drugged me....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and i have a hundred million &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; songs stuck in my head, along with a million other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are awesome. alley is awesome at piano and stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; writes amazing songs which she doesn't give herself enough credit for. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; is a really good skater (i went to her show. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bethany&lt;/span&gt; even though she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty good friend i think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; is constantly smiling. Veronica is pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; (until you make her mad, then there's no reasoning with her....). me? not so sure about me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;spazzo&lt;/span&gt; nerd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on project citizen day my friends (pretty much) all found out i have asthma. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SPAZZED&lt;/span&gt; out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure i told them but i guess not. and alley was like "i know all this stuff about you and i didn't know you have asthma?!" and everyone else was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! YOU have ASTHMA?! WHY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;DIDN&lt;/span&gt;"T YOU TELL ME?!" and then they were all asking me about having asthma....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have mixed feelings on the veronica issue. she is a good friend when i hang out with her alone, but whenever she gets mad, its always that SHE is right and YOU were the one that did something wrong, PLUS, she always says we (my friends) all complain too much, when she complains about that and basically everything else. plus, when she is mad, and i try to make her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;UNmad&lt;/span&gt;, which is really starting to get on my nerves, because its making the friendship a lot more work than it should be, she wont do anything, she ignores EVERYONE, wanders off on her own, she will hesitantly talk to me, but when others come around i basically have to start over. also, whenever she gets mad at like 2 or more people in the group, she shuns like EVERYONE even though we TOTALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; deserve it. and this would suck but not nearly as bad if this happened every once in a while, but the thing is that this is like at least once a week. plus, normally when she's mad, it has something to do with your interaction with her (or the lack of for twenty seconds...) and she shuns you and acts like she doesn't want you even looking at her, then she gets madder when you try to ignore her and let her cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;. my throwing in track lately makes me want to drop a shot on my hand so i have an excuse to do the way i am. so here's the deal:i throw discus in track, and my best distance this year was like 51' 8" or something like that. but lately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; been super off. my distance for the last meet was only 35' 6". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a HUGE difference in my mind. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' know if its my form or what, but here's whats i think is messing me up&lt;br /&gt;1.for some reason, it feels like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tugging on my shoulder socket after a few throws.&lt;br /&gt;2. somewhere along the way, i got into the habit of pausing before i start my spin (between the arm swings and the spin), which makes me lose momentum&lt;br /&gt;3. when i throw it, i can't get it to fly like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt; like i used to be able to once in a while. now it just flies end over end like a football kick.&lt;br /&gt;4. lately no matter how i set my base, i can't get balanced then i almost fall over when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; twisting.&lt;br /&gt;5. holding the disc the "right way" puts a painful strain on my hand because of how my fingers are spread out.&lt;br /&gt;also, i can't get my times right for my other events either. they're all about second and a half slower than they were and should be....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just being too hard on myself, but in all reality, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i am because it REALLY bugs me that all of my stuff is messed up like this....stupid crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alley was chewing the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of gum for a week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; insane and its gotta take some mad skill to chew a little ball of rubber poison for a week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure my kids book is going to be finished, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna try, and hope that the kid doesn't hate it like she probably will...oh well *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran like four miles for track because we ran to dairy queen, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;DIDN&lt;/span&gt;"T die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleys mom has been talking to me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; a good deal...she was like "so alley says you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i like you. whats up with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people start to tell/ask me something then say never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;mIlk&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;mElk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; probably other stuff, but whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things going on....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;helcar&lt;/span&gt; :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3491020108337347351?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3491020108337347351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-blogging.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3491020108337347351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3491020108337347351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-blogging.html' title='Midnight Blogging'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1218881170565950456</id><published>2009-05-12T22:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:48:09.651-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partytime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school...bleh'/><title type='text'>dangerous ambition</title><content type='html'>soooo. i was THINKING that MAYBE at the end of the school year i had a party that included ALL my friends...this ALL includes people from different schools that i would not introduce to others if i wasnt temporarily insane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guest list would include:&lt;br /&gt;alley&lt;br /&gt;bethany&lt;br /&gt;clara&lt;br /&gt;veronica&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;br /&gt;anna&lt;br /&gt;rachael&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;*dramatic pause*&lt;br /&gt;and mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its dangerous ambition for a reason. im not sure i completely trust all of my friends to be mature about this.-anna, clara, bethany,and possibly melissa-i dont think veronica alley and rachael will be that bad but maybe im wrong. i dont know. you know how trusting i am all the time (or maybe you don't...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course there are other issues&lt;br /&gt;1.will my mom let me invite this many kids ANYWHERE?&lt;br /&gt;2.where would be the best place to have this party since there is the home location complication.&lt;br /&gt;3.the dates of people getting out of school&lt;br /&gt;most people that would be coming are out on the 9th since they go to my school BUT:&lt;br /&gt;A.Rachael-the 4th&lt;br /&gt;B.Mark:the 5th&lt;br /&gt;c. Lauren: the 11th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th and 5th shouldn't really be a prob unless there is someone going on a trip as soon as they're out of school, but it kinda ruins the "last day of school party-ness"&lt;br /&gt;the 11th on the other hand, is a thursday (i think). what COULD be done, is the other people start the party around 12-1:30 and then Lauren meets us at the party place! that still kinda sux though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my thinking is that we could hang out at MOA, then when the other peoples (aka mark and lauren since its slightly iffy if my homie's parents will even allow a DAY party with ONE guy, so sleepover is out if EVERYONE stays, and i dont want to invite 1 conference buddy and not the other.) have to leave around 7:30 maybe? then the other how ever many people can come back to my house! that would be AWESOME if this worked out and there werent any disasterous incidents. so i'm gonna let that simmer, then start my action plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i need an actual action plan....&lt;br /&gt;-helcar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1218881170565950456?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1218881170565950456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/dangerous-ambition.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1218881170565950456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1218881170565950456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/dangerous-ambition.html' title='dangerous ambition'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8434197794164629573</id><published>2009-05-05T22:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:54:44.139-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>i can't handle it. ;)</title><content type='html'>well, if you know the joke you'll get the title. not sure why i picked that title, but thats what im going to go with. SO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in gym, (before the teachers come in, i always talk to Bethany and Jenny because their squad is on the other side of the gym) i was talking Bethany and Jenny. i dont even remember what we were talking about! i think i was joking about something and bethany just randomly says... "you need a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked her why and she's just like "i dont know....you just do." ...thanks bethany. ROB(ed)L. so while we were slacking off instead of playing mat ball, we were trying to figure out people that i would go out with. lol it turns out that list is quite small. some people are ok, but the people that aren't "popular" or "semi popular" are all WEIRD in one way or another. (does this explain my social status? most likely. LOL im weird in more way than one.) and lots of the "popular" people are stupid jerks so whatev. and bethany was like "well...would you go out with mystery man a.k.a. the guy you like that you won't tell us about?" and then she gave me a look that was maybe supposed to be a normal look, but it kinda had a hint of "TELL ME WHO IT IS!" in it. i was like "yeah." (weird "no duh" look. but i guess some people wouldn't go out with the person they like for a few different reasons, which makes sense...). sorry bethany, but im not telling you. i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;1.its kinda a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;2.im not even sure i would even be able to choke it out and tell someone out loud. im better at telling secrets when i dont have to say them. not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just such a random comment. it was seriously out of the blue. like she interrupted my random babbling and just burst out with "you need a boyfriend". its honestly not something i expected to hear from her. i dont really have anything else to say right now because i need to do some math homework....bleck...but i just thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to comment. lol...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8434197794164629573?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8434197794164629573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-handle-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8434197794164629573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8434197794164629573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-handle-it.html' title='i can&apos;t handle it. ;)'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8546551618065286029</id><published>2009-04-29T22:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:05:30.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EW. Sick People'/><title type='text'>aaachooO!</title><content type='html'>everyone is sick :( swine flu is making everyone sick.. EVEN IF THEY DONT HAVE SWINE FLU! lol maybe the world WILL end in 2012! everyone will be disease ridden and die! happy thought right? enjoy your last years! make a mini bucket-list! do you want to meet a rockstar? DO IT! do you want to talk to the cute guy in your class? DO IT! do you want to get a piece of writing published, even if its just in the newspaper? DO IT! YOU CAN DO IT! QUICK! IN THE TIME YOU HAVE LEFT! lol do i sound like some sort of messed up motivationial (not even going to spell check that one) speaker? but ANYWAYS! i was sick, olympia was sick, bc was sick, spaz was sick, and alley (at the moment..which is 10:59pm on april 29, 2009...lol i was talking to her mom on facebook....)&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: i have Thunder by Boys Like Girls stuck in my head. except its just the chorus thats stuck in my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;Thats taking me to places that I didn't want to go, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Today in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to something and I do not know why I tried&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple explanation; what I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;I cant move a muscle and I cant pick up the phone, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm itching for the tall grass&lt;br /&gt;And longing for the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I need to step outside, just to see if I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrapped up in vines&lt;br /&gt;I think Ill make it out but you just gotta give me time&lt;br /&gt;Strike me down with lightning&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel you in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;That's taking me to places that I didn't want to go, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunderSo bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby bring on the pain&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the green part is what has been playing in my head OVER AND OVER ALL DAY LONG. but did you read all that or were you like "PFT! I AINT READIN ALL THAT YOU CRAZY!" if you did read it, good for you. you get a smiley... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is the song sappy? yes. am i messed up in the head? yes. do i blame my friends in part? YES. lol but its a good song...so whatever, and do i learn? no i type in youtube and keep on listening. eventually i'll get thunder burnout. then it'll be out mof my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickness and thunder. lol...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar &lt;3 (kidding. i'd like to see the day when i end i post with a heart. maybe on valentines day or if something happens or it goes with the post theme. i doubt any of those will happen for a while or ever. the last one was the most likely. wow. i'm going to shut up now because i was supposed to be ENDING the post so...) :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:once i re-read my post (lol i'm so smart i re-read once its published) i realized that i cut off in mid thought...of course, if you go back to my first few posts, i believe you were warned. if not, i'm sorry, but thats just too bad. i was saying (in m head as i was writing -then i got distracted) that alley is still sick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8546551618065286029?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8546551618065286029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaachooo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8546551618065286029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8546551618065286029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaachooo.html' title='aaachooO!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-5295929056519901887</id><published>2009-04-26T00:09:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:04:50.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aha moments'/><title type='text'>an aha! moment</title><content type='html'>aha! i remembered some things from my brain when i was watching a movie today! the things i forgot to add to my brain jumble yesterday was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anna is really annoying sometimes. she basically doesn't trust me at all i dont think, and whenever i wear something other than a t-shirt, i get a "wow! its just so..not you!" i continue to try and emphasize the fact to her that maybe she doesn't know me as well as she thinks she does! and who knows. maybe she does, and maybe its NOT me. but idk. i'm not sure i even know what ME is. which of course doesn't help because i generally make it hard to know me as it it...so maybe its not me. or maybe it seems like its not me but it really is...or maybe its the little flashes of me that i've been locking away and all the sudden thanks to my pushy friends they're pushing through more and more all the time! am i confusing you yet? because i think i confused myself on that little rant.... oh well. just because i wear something that is a different style or cut does it make it "not me"? its the same type of print and humor, just a different type of sleeve! again, oh well....whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ALSO....&lt;br /&gt;wow. i realized that almost all of my main guy friends are older than me. thats kinda sad i think. my main guy friends (or guys friends that i was friends with at some point) are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Mark (9th grader)&lt;br /&gt;B. Willlie (9th grader)&lt;br /&gt;C. Matt (Should be a 9th grader, but he's not the brightest bulb on the tree...)&lt;br /&gt;D. Kyle (8th grader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats not TOO bad. they're only like a year older than me, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many people ACTUALLY know me...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-5295929056519901887?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/5295929056519901887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/aha-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5295929056519901887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/5295929056519901887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/aha-moment.html' title='an aha! moment'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6443766118465125540</id><published>2009-04-25T00:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:48:27.471-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partytime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school...bleh'/><title type='text'>complications</title><content type='html'>soo...i'm back. it seems like lately my life has been like a carnival filled with bees. there's so many different things going on, and its all jumbled up. every time i blink there's a new deadline closing in trying to eat away at my life. basically, here's a three point summary of whats been keeping me away&lt;br /&gt;1.grounded. lol&lt;br /&gt;2. too busy&lt;br /&gt;3. can't find a quiet place to think. everywhere is filled with something, and so i am writing at like 1am. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm wondering how to summarize. i guess i'll just say whats on my mind and whats been stored away all week. of course i'll probably forget things, but eh...whatever. i'll just try to separate the different ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does everything always have to be so complicated? nothing is ever about simply talking to someone, or telling then what you REALLY think about them. there's always something that has to be considered, and something that might and probably will go wrong. when it does go wrong, it seems like everything is broken. to quote John Tucker Must Die (most likely not the exact words, but its the main point.) "why can't life just be like a retro pop song? ... i want you to want me." and i'm not just talking about relationships with people or whatever you want to call them, i'm talking about everything! it seems like there are so many rediculous things that complicate everything! for example, if you wanted to be friends with someone, if they didn't necessarily hang out with the same people as you (ex: someone like me [kinda outcast-ish] trying to be friends with someone popular), that adds strain to the friendship most of the time because things are just different for some reason. you can't do this because when you do that it causes this! its REDICULOUS and insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to prank the teachers, but i dont think my friends are up to it, and it would be hard to pull off i think. and of course, there are possible complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY wish it was summer and school was over because i'm sick of homework, i'm sick of teachers, i'm sick of not getting to sleep in, and i'm sick of haveing no free time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is really weird. on day its like 90 and the next day its like 58. thats really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to figure out when i can go to the movies with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to plan something for the end of the school year (like party-wise) but i'm debating on the guest list/party in general (a.k.a. should i invite mark? what kind of party would it be because i HIGHLY doubt sleepover is an option with a guy. theres only a couple friends i would actually trust when i consider their reactions BEFORE even having met him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop there. and i WAS going to do a segment of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but i think i'll save that for next time. i want to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know suprises! one is my suprise (not really a major one...in fact, i dont think anyone will even care but I care because I think its an ok suprise...actually its lame but WHATEVS.) and the other one ISN't my suprise but i can't tell! (this one is a much better suprise than my suprise i think. this one has a point in telling people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. now that i think about this, the main point of this post is the complications involved in everything! of course i go off topic a couple times but whatever....&lt;br /&gt;~helcar @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6443766118465125540?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6443766118465125540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/complications.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6443766118465125540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6443766118465125540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/complications.html' title='complications'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-1160389648452848732</id><published>2009-04-15T14:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:15:35.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school...bleh'/><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>i am italy. i don't know what alley is, but clara is spain, melissa is portugal (or switzerland?) and veronica, bethany and anna are like the united states, russia and england. noticing a pattern? they are the sides for world war 2 and also our status in the war for crush knowlege. lol me and alley are keeping our thoughts to ourselves AND FOR GOOD REASONS! so they have dubbed us the axis powers. whatever...clara and melissa claim that they're neutral, and bethany and veonica have shared and even though anna wont TELL ANYONE! (grr) she is claiming she is part of the allies. i think she should be like antarctica or something! or i guess she could be russia because i guess technically russia was just against the axis but not really with anyone else. pfT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have rejected their guessing games and from now on until i either let it slip on accident, get drugged, or decide to tell someone, they are going to get a "no" or a "its a secret" or a "i'm not telling you!" or something along those lines. why won't i play their games you ask? because its a bad idea. if i lead them in circles and tell them i like someone i dont, that could be a problem. if i ACTUALLY tell them the truth, it'll back me into a corner and they will find out who i like. THATS how clar and veronica found out last time. not because i CHOSE to tell them. lol so now they get to suffer and guess who i like as i sit in denial. all they know is that i like someone. &gt;:D of course my plan will fall eventually, but until then, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today we finished the giant reading test (THANK GOD!) and i was about to explode from the BORINGNESS.&lt;br /&gt;-alleys mom ate luch with us today and tried to embarass her to death (i think she was pretty close)&lt;br /&gt;-we watched a movie in school that had like a 20min section on hobos. LOL&lt;br /&gt;-RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;-alley "told" melissa who she likes.&lt;br /&gt;-i forgot how we got onto the topic of who we like&lt;br /&gt;-I JUST REMEMBERED! i think it was because we were making fun of pinochhio(i spelled that wrong didn't i? but that's who bc likes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the RANDOMEST discussions at lunch. lol...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-1160389648452848732?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/1160389648452848732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1160389648452848732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/1160389648452848732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-60946243122023282</id><published>2009-04-13T21:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:49:07.847-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>wazzapppp??</title><content type='html'>Hm...i haven't posted in a few days and i still have no clue what to write. grr. so lets give an update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anna got glasses (welcome to the club. lol)&lt;br /&gt;-i miss walking to the bus with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;-i want to knock my sisters heads off with a metal baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;-we have major testing tomorrow and the day after that and some other time&lt;br /&gt;-i nearly got shot on easter.&lt;br /&gt;-i destroyed my legs while i was avioding getting shot on easter.&lt;br /&gt;-my sisters are super annoying lately&lt;br /&gt;- i enjoy candy.&lt;br /&gt;-if my strangly calm brain has anything to say about it, i will win the war.&lt;br /&gt;-i wish more of my friends that didn't go to my school had a facebook so i could talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;-i no longer have to drag myself to the car after track&lt;br /&gt;-i have been stuck learning the same song in guitar for like three weeks now. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;-my insane procrastination skills are conflicting with the part of me that knows that i have a million projects and only a hundred days.&lt;br /&gt;-8th grade graduation is coming up and bethany wants to help me pick out a dress. ew.&lt;br /&gt;-my brain is constantly conflicting itself lately...you could say that its fighting over territory.&lt;br /&gt;-the dude that has guitar lessons after me is cute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. well, i dont really want to go into detail on any of those. maybe later. lol so for now, ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much newness among the old...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-60946243122023282?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/60946243122023282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/wazzapppp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/60946243122023282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/60946243122023282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/wazzapppp.html' title='wazzapppp??'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-3307225808249644168</id><published>2009-04-09T17:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:00:57.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panicking...as usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All these feelings'/><title type='text'>Warning:please stand out of arm range. to aviod decapitation</title><content type='html'>so here's how it all went down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:(walking around room and spots cell phone under a plastic bag) hmmm. 7 text messages? i only lost this like yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;(scrolls through messages and the last one says):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's Matt? lol :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O oh. my. god. (imagines a hint of good-humored jealosy from him when i read it lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) lol why are you asking who Matt is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(twitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got an email about him from your friends lol. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:45pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(starts to have a panic attack+ is unbeliveably furious) WHAT?! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...my friends emailed you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep. no big deal! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:47pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my. GOD! i am going to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;KILL&lt;/span&gt; them! (freaks out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. what did they say other than something about M.? (he's one of my friends from V to the A btw)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they just said i have competition :) i knew they were joking :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:50pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. thats just fantastic. great. and what is that supposed to mean? there's a MILLION different ways that could be taken!&lt;br /&gt;(thinks)&lt;em&gt; and since i'm not there, i can't really read his REAL reaction. great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol ok. they're a little mentally unstable. just warning you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha lol! that made me laugh really hard and now my parents are looking at me! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:52 pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! why is he around his parents at 10 o'clock though? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) LOL i'll talk to them about their behavior tomorrow. when did they email you btw?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a week ago. no big deal at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:54pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH IT KINDA IS A BIG DEAL! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY ISSUES THEY HAVE WITH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol ok. well i guess i'll let you go to bed or whatever then :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok! night! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;night! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;............................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the convo i was so annoyed/freaked out that i had a major headache.&lt;br /&gt;and my brain was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my god! oh my god! no! he's gonna figure it out! crap! ugh! oh no oh no oh n-PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! there is a way to solve all of this. kill the person who sent the email!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that won't solve anything! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shut up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN WE GET BACK TO PANICKING NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;OH NO OH NO OH NO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today i found out that anna and bethany were the ones who sent to email (SHOCKER!) and then anna had the nerve to ask why i always target her!&lt;br /&gt;i also found out that clara and veronica had been emailing him too! they thought they should just email him and make small talk. i ought to kill all of them. the only ones not participating in a "ruin my life" fest were melissa and alley. but they KNEW ABOUT IT! GRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;i think thats where i'm going to stop though because i need to figure out a way to fix this. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i don't kill you as soon as the threat leaves my mouth doesn't mean they are empty threats...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar &gt;:{&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-3307225808249644168?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/3307225808249644168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/warningplease-stand-out-of-arm-range-to.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3307225808249644168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/3307225808249644168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/warningplease-stand-out-of-arm-range-to.html' title='Warning:please stand out of arm range. to aviod decapitation'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-9078043367228571661</id><published>2009-04-08T21:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:00:57.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The M word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All these feelings'/><title type='text'>oh no. oh no oh no oh no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OM&lt;strong&gt;FG tomorrow when i get to school, someone is going to be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SLAUGHTERED&lt;/span&gt;. i was just informed (aka i found my cell phone) that one of my friends E-MAILED MARK. i am SO annoyed right now that i have a headache.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; my guess is anna or bethany. they are the pushers and i might just have an stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;they better hope they aviod me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt; helcar &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/4481026749764266916-9078043367228571661?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/9078043367228571661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-no-oh-no-oh-no-oh-no.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/9078043367228571661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/9078043367228571661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-no-oh-no-oh-no-oh-no.html' title='oh no. oh no oh no oh no.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2372685814575963026</id><published>2009-04-08T15:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:06:47.009-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and now back to...mental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Life as a food. lol</title><content type='html'>Well. i must say there's never a day without a weird convo with me and my homies. todays topic is......DRUMROLL!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE AS FOOD!&lt;/strong&gt; lol so here is a list of foods that it would be cool (or not so cool) to be!&lt;br /&gt;It has been agreed that the top food is: WATERMELON SEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why would it be cool to be one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.watermelon seeds get to swim forever without getting all wrinkly!&lt;br /&gt;2. if you are a watermelon seed you don't have to go to school&lt;br /&gt;3. even though you don't have to go to school, you get to see your friends all the time&lt;br /&gt;4. (unless you're a white watermelon seed or just unlucky) you dont get eaten like you would if you were watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;5. when people have seed spitting contests, its like getting shot out of a cannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if you are a white watermelon seed (unlikely, but hey!) you'rer gonna get eaten&lt;br /&gt;2. if you get missed by a watermelon eater, you're gonna get bit, cracked, then have you and your bitter guts spit out&lt;br /&gt;3. once people spit you out, you either get thrown away or trampled.&lt;br /&gt;4. if you have a failure of a seed-spitter, you get to dribble down their chin in a pool of spit.&lt;br /&gt;i think the pros are worth the risk of the cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for a not so awesome food.&lt;br /&gt;an ACTUAL WATERMELON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why would it be cool to be one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you taste good.&lt;br /&gt;2. you have pretty colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you're handicapped. if people don't take care of you, you die.&lt;br /&gt;2. its like the witch with hansel and gretel, but there's no one to distract a hungry watermelon owner. when you get big and yummy looking, you die&lt;br /&gt;3. when you die, it isn't peaceful. you get chopped open (most of the time into bits) then your insides get scooped out.&lt;br /&gt;4. your babies (seeds) are like sea turtles. very few make it to adulthood. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONWARDS!&lt;br /&gt;i WAS going to blog about my evil mastermind (they aren't really evil or mastermind-like lol) plans. then i figured that i shouldn't try to explain things that i don't even have planned out myself. there are so many complications involved.&lt;br /&gt;ITS LIKE A THURSDAY TODAY SINCE I HAVE FRIDAY OFF!! YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its time for a quick segment of...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (lol do you get the joke in the title?)&lt;br /&gt;last time on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;our hero (or villan? or average kid?) was planning the death of a friend. today, she will be battling &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(or something similar).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm. i'm finding out who a lot of people like lately...i wonder who clara likes? i wonder who anna likes? i wonder who melissa likes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: blah blah blah pinnochio :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...okkkkkaaayyyyy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLEY: blah blah blah sattelite &lt;3yes.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: its a secret &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE: TELLL MMEEEE! i promise i wont tell anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. ok. hmm lets see. circles. how to lead them in circles.....ugh. why do they care so much?! too bad i can't just tell them. not with the lovely little hole i dug for myself by denying it...dang it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: no. don't you understand the word S-E-C-R-E-T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(slight mental spaz attack)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE: fine...pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah thats right. go away. go away and sulk because i'm not going to tell you! &gt;:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes this segment of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think that's pretty much it. i'll keep you posted. (lol i'm punny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish I were a watermelon seed...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-2372685814575963026?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2372685814575963026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-as-food-lol.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2372685814575963026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2372685814575963026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-as-food-lol.html' title='Life as a food. lol'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8727801919253999447</id><published>2009-04-05T17:05:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:43:34.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and now back to...mental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGH'/><title type='text'>*rippy rip stab stab*</title><content type='html'>I AM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!!!!!! apparantly i'm "too young to post that i'm single" or whatever so my mom made me change my status on facebook. of course my friends noticed, so i got a "your status just changed. is there somthing you want to tell me ?" from alley, and a "OMG! MARK POPPED THE QUESTION DIDN'T HE!?!?!" from anna. GRRR. the thing is, alley knows that i like mark, but anna doesn't. actually, alley and rachael are the only ones that know besides me. so why is anna asking this question? because she is a butt. not only does she bug me 24/7 about mark, assume that we are going out, we're getting married and we already have children, she also thinks that i like every guy i talk about (even if he's way older than me) and calls me mrs. latterell. i am going to kill her. i was going to kill my mom too, but i was reminded that killing my mom would be a bad idea. and so this brings me to another segment of.........&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENTAL &lt;/strong&gt;everyone's favorite segment where you get to go inside my head! and see what's going on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: MAY CHANGE TOPIC MID-THOUGHT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna:OMG! MARK POPPED THE QUESTION DIDN'T HE!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh great. i forgot that everyone could see when status changed....*growl*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*anna appears in my head* "hey! it's helcar! how's it goin! you and mark make such a cute couple! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugh. she just doesn't know when to stop..... *duke of the dark side shows up behind anna in awesome smoking black armor* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;:D yesssss. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lady of light shows up on the other side of the border shining with light armour&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugh. of course. can't you just go away for like 5 min!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what do you think you're doing azrael!? you can't just kill that kid!" says the lady in a perfect, angelic voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sure i can. shes annoying the creator. besides. she's on my side of the border and i can do whatever i want!" says the duke with his gravelly, death like voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP AND DO SOMETHING!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(all the while anna continues harassing me) then *CHOMP* out from the ground comes The Trap (The Trap is a gigantic venus flytrap type thing thats black with orange and blood-red spots on it) and it bites queenie in half, in the process making her gush blood all over the black sand the coats the dark side's earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"UGH! i really wanted to get rid of that one! " (duke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I TOLD YOU not to just kill things!" (lady)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fun-ruiner!" (duke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Barbarian!" (lady)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*both leave*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes this segment of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then alley said that she would help kill anna, so this started another segment of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (i'm sorry, but thats what happens when i say what i' m thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOW QUEENIE IS &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; GOING TO DIE! *i bike to alley house under cover of darkness with backpack&lt;/em&gt; (you'll&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;see what's in it in a minute)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*alley sneaks out her bedroom window while i stash my bike*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*insane handsignals since we already had this planned out* (we're wearing black hats, black sweatpants and black sweatshirts, as well as black streaks under our eyes [football style!])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*we run to anna's house*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heehee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"helcar shut up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*we get to anna's house and sneak in her window*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*she wakes up just as we're about to kill her*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey! what are you guys doi-arggghhh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*we kill her before she finishes talking then run out the window and make a dash for the woods as helicopters with search lights fly above*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes this segment of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MENTAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;i realized today just how much alley LOVES sattelite (that name is an inside joke that i sorta have only with myslef,). i think her heart pretty much explodes every time she sees him. i am trying to convince her to ask him out. its not working. she wants me to ask melissa to tell this other chick to tell a dude to ask sattelite if he likes her. or if he would go out with her (and other people in an attempt to cover tracks) i want to just ask him in person. she says no. lol so i will think of a plan. hopefully a plan that works. it would be good for her. the only thing is though, sincei'm messed up in the head, part of me wants to barf because of how much she loves him, and part of me is like, AWWW. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people are alive because it is illegal to kill them....&lt;br /&gt;~helcar &gt;:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8727801919253999447?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8727801919253999447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/rippy-rip-stab-stab.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8727801919253999447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8727801919253999447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/rippy-rip-stab-stab.html' title='*rippy rip stab stab*'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8239021486079867477</id><published>2009-04-04T15:09:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:42:44.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>*blink*</title><content type='html'>I think it would be a lot easier to blog about something if i could direct my thoughts better. there are just too many i'm beginning to realize so theres probably going to be a-well actually, there WILL be a few different topics. lets start off with the first thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic numero uno.......i am SO tired. last night i stayed up again talking to alley. the convo started around six or eight or something like that and then ended somtime in the middle of the night. of course this isn't the first time i've done this, and it won't be the last i dont think. the only downfall to that is that i was also talking to her on thursday night. we stopped around eleven because of school. alley has quickly become what i consider one of my closest friends. she knows pretty much all of my secrets...the interesting thing is that it seems like we always start out talking about joking type stuff then we get onto serious topics as it gets later, so its not all shooting the breeze...so yeah. i think i pretty much got that covered. i'm not going into details because A.that would be rude B. even though i know this is probably going to be long, i'm trying to keep in on the lite diet :P C. again with my random problems....i figured there should be a c but....WAIT! I GOT ONE! you don't need to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic numero two (i have no clue how to SPELL two in spanish)...........ew. ewewewewewewewewew. i found out today that one of my friends is going out with a dude who i really don't like (there's a quite a few that I don't like actually). he is annoying, weird looking, has the most annoying voice ever and thinks that he is the coolest and smartest person in the world. yuck. i'm not supposed to say anything (oh...right) because they are "seeing how long it takes for people to notice". oh, and i asked her if they were just going for a joke or if they were serious, and they are serious. ew. that makes me sad. some people have bad taste in guys in my opinion (-Bethany-), but whatever. its their choice, their life, their guy opinions. its still gross though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic numero three (again with the foreign language spelling problem)............ i hate seeing people hurt. i hate seeing my friends hurt, i hate seeing strangers hurt, i hate seeing myself hurt. it just sucks. especially when you can't do much. maybe thats one of the reasons why i hide in my head. hurting hurts. (hm. well, i sorta expected this one to be longer, but i have bloggers block...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts, so little concentration....&lt;br /&gt;~helcar :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-8239021486079867477?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/8239021486079867477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/blink.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8239021486079867477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/8239021486079867477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/blink.html' title='*blink*'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-2045334809728101242</id><published>2009-04-03T22:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:47:51.854-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music is cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>quick q?</title><content type='html'>am i the only person that (and maybe i'm just a pathetic weirdo) when they hear love songs on the radio or whatever finds themselves thinking of the person they're crushing on, even if its just for a split second (most of the time its not). it seems like this tends to happen especially a lot when it songs about like....secret love? kinda like those "we should be together but you don't really see me" songs? anyways...just food for thought. is that the expession? OK! i have to stop. i get side-tracked too easily these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically confused....&lt;br /&gt;-helcar &gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-2045334809728101242?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/2045334809728101242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-q.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2045334809728101242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/2045334809728101242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-q.html' title='quick q?'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-6985376897466168485</id><published>2009-04-03T17:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:22:06.728-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE friends'/><title type='text'>random brain stuff.</title><content type='html'>hmmm. is it even possible to have so many thoughts going through your head at once? and the thoughts are literally RUNNING through my head. Picture letters with arms and legs running through a an empty field and- wait....why am i explaining this? i'm not THAT crazy....most of the time....hehe. But here's an idea of what is going through my head right now.....&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: MAY CHANGE TOPIC MID THOUGHT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i'm glad its the weekend-i wish i could go to the movies right now-i'm so bored-why won't anna stop calling me mrs latterell?-why can't mr latterell just leave me alone!?!?-hm what can i eat?-i'm starving!-what's for dinner?-i wonder what my friends (specifically alley) were thinking during some parts of the talent show?-wow i can be really hard to understand sometimes-why is fr-i should text sunshine and see what he's up to...-oh no! the goose is going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop there so your heads don't explode from my insanity.....let me tell you about the people i hang out with. they're interesting people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alley-Super cool horror movie fan, manners police and a better version of me! hmmm....kinda like rachel 2.0 except nicer. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa-Really nice and eviler (i might make up some words here and there) than she lets on &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna- Super short chick that sometimes makes me want to kill her because she bugs me a lot. She's cool too though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBethany- My insanely boy-crazy friend. As with my other friends though, i love her to death (not in a weird way...like sister way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara- Skater, runner and future all olympic gold medal superstar but she's kinda a spaz sometimes (which one of us isn't really?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica-Dancer who thinks she's worse than she is. Unfortunatly its very easy to make her mad so i constantly have to fix things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael-My cousin, twin (not literally)and partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark- The dude i like. i met him at a conference thingy. he's a tree-hugger, a vegitarian and in his words, a "hottie" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i was eating lunch and i put an orange in my mouth (the whole thing because oranges make my hands all sticky so i'm not going to rip them in half with my hands while i'm sitting at the table) and the manner police freaked out at my manners issue like she does every day...oh well :P I think i'm going to stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;~helcar &gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-6985376897466168485?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/6985376897466168485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6985376897466168485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/6985376897466168485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html' title='random brain stuff.'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-7193856939272787173</id><published>2009-04-02T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:48:11.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>first post and hopefully not my last. honestly i don't know what exactly i want to write. i don't really want to bear my soul on the first post so lets just get this straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;2. if you dont like anything on here you can just hop off the trolley and skidoo your way back to hater town because thats your problem not mine.&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm not really one for sharing my secrets or feelings so we'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;4. if a sentence cuts off in the middle and switches topic, bear with me. i'm doin the best i can to stay on one topic at a time.&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't know what to put here i just felt like there should be 5. i'm just cool like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481026749764266916-7193856939272787173?l=helcar13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/feeds/7193856939272787173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/huh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7193856939272787173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481026749764266916/posts/default/7193856939272787173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helcar13.blogspot.com/2009/04/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>Slacker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MtwvcFsQw4E/TUOWAtdPFpI/AAAAAAAAADo/S2wRCq_SGm4/s220/Slacker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
