<?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-6187285489268039080</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:42:51.032-07:00</updated><category term='naruto'/><category term='life saw computer'/><category term='school schocial life blahness calven and hobbs'/><title type='text'>^_^</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-2720120785169511240</id><published>2009-08-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:22:23.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I know i've been gone a while, and havn't even changed my ms profile! in fact, its a little messy... i just sort of let that stuff slip over the summer. which is ok since none of that is very important anyway. but yeah its only the second day of school and already i've creeped a couple people out and had the whole class laugh at me! sigh, i wanted to be more social and make friends this year but i think it would be better to just keep to myself. work on my own stuff and leave everyone else alone. and hope that they leave me alone. but today we had to do some weird group stuff to teach us to work together or something... but i think i'm more of a solo worker. i don't like dealing with people. i mean, i know we all have to deal with people but still... ehh. anyway, on a happier note, i am going to the Green Day concert, and Megan is going with me! yay! i'm so excited. over the summer brian and sam and me didn't do half the stuff we wanted to, but it was still nice not being alone like i am right now. we didn't do lazer tag, but the anime store was fonaminal! i got a little edward keychain and a mokona hat! its awesome. sigh... i have to call the girl i met at chick fle... it was her idea to exchange numbers.. man, i knew i should have insisted on emails! i'm much more comfterable that way. a phone call could be akward. well, i guess the most i can hope for is that shes not home. or maybe i shouldn't call her at all. that could be to akward. and weird. i guess i'll see her next time i go to that chick fle. sigh, oh well. i hate phone calls. i don't care who i'm calling, i'm afride i'll just get in their way or anoy them somehow. this is what i don't like about ben, my possable employer. he dosen't call, he dosn't answer emails, you have to call him. and it almost always he says "call me in 15 minuets" or "tomarrow" and my mom is like "either do it or don't!" and i think shes right. quit the horseing around do you want me for the job or not? i don't he wants me to work with a word press blog or whatever, and i know i can do it. i really really can. theres no dought in my mind. but i don't think he wants me to do it because i don't know what a word press blog is, but he said that i would get to watch tutorials and stuff so i can do it, its no problem. but he seems to think there is. so whatever. i called him today and he said call him back in 15, which i did, he didn't answer, i left a message. i think thats as far as its going to go. becuase i am not calling him back. he said there was another kid wanteing the job anyway. so i guess that person can do it. sigh, he asked if i had ever been a computer administrator but i don't know since i don't know what that is! ug! well, this blog post is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-2720120785169511240?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2720120785169511240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=2720120785169511240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2720120785169511240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2720120785169511240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-9138797163507840406</id><published>2009-06-04T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:48:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SiiHIEQvFwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FykXz4Y1L0U/s1600-h/Picture+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343669530527733506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SiiHIEQvFwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FykXz4Y1L0U/s320/Picture+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where i tell you all about the 3 greatest cats who ever lived. Peppy, Peanut, and General McFluffingtion (other wise known as sonny), were left to fend for themselves after their mother, a pharrow cat, was for unknown reasens dead. they were taken in by a friends friend and she took care of them untill they were old enough to be adopted out. well, my other two cats Dinomd and Kristy, had been eaten by cyotes. so through my friend (Lynda) i got the 3 rescued kittens! and for about 4 years now they have been the kings of the house. each with their own personality. i can only pray the cyotes don't take them away from me! so far so good! *gulp* anyway, we'll start with the most outgoing of the bunch, Peppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343665934832293730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SiiD2xQI12I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6FjMcGczti4/s320/Picture+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peppy is the only one of his brothers with any markings. which is just a few white spots on his toes. he also has one pink toepad, the only pink showing on any of the cats! he is the most prominint hunter, and will catch anything he can chase down. mostly baby rabits and mice. why, just last night he cought and ate at least 2 (that i know of) mice! in the house! when he bit the head off of one, its body was still moving! it was so cool! he snores! when he falls alseep he snors!! its amazing! i'll have to video tape that some time ^_^ he's also a little piglet. he even eats the horses sinor feed! and what a little lover. he'll curl up on your lap and purr. and he'll plop down on the floor and roll on his back, wanting a belly rub. but when hes hyper, watch out! he will bite you if you hold him to long! (to long when hes hyper is about 30 seconds, lolz) and he chases boxes, strings, dustbunnys, and air. he jumps into boxes way to small for him, and jumps all over the furnicher! hes also the only cat who will come out while guessts are visiting. besides rare appearences from the General. but anyway, hes very loveing, and likes to pick on the other cats. his favorite food is anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343667206267620482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SiiFAxt8TII/AAAAAAAAAE4/0Opcd6Gp-SE/s320/Picture+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;General McFluffington (also knowen as Sonny), is a different color from his dark brown brothers. hes a nice gray color, and has no markings. hes also the fat one of the bunch. even though Peppy's the one who hogs the food. but serpriseingly, the vet says hes a heathy weight. and i'm not going to argue with him, lolz. hes a very gental cat who loves belly rubs. he likes to put his butt in your face &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; that gets anoying. he likes to pick on Peanut sometimes but i think their just playing. we don't have fights where their hissing at eachother much. Sonny likes to go through the front door more then any other door, either that or a window. he'll curl up in your lap and never bites. he has a really small tail in perportion to the rest of his body. he likes attention a lot and one time attacked Peanut becuase he thought it was his fault i had stopped petting him. he loves the mini scarting post though he dosn't use it properly. and when the light hits his face just right, he looks really really sad. its SO cute. hes the most volcal of the 3 (though thats still not much of a meow, lolz). and will anoy you till you pet him. his favorite food is chocolate chip cookie dough (though he dosn't get much at all). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343667871238715666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SiiFne7Z-RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EU9V_oKbHeo/s320/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peanut, the most innocent and loveing of all the cats. if he were a charekter from Grase, he would Sandy, (peppy would be danny, and i don't know who sonny would be), just gental and kind! he is the most fluffy of the cats, yet the smallest. he has a massive tail! and no markings. he has the sweetest look permenetly on his face, and he dose the least amout of hunting. though today, he did catch a rabit! but then he let the other 2 finish it off. i was so proud of him! and he meowed. i mean, actualy meowed! the most that ever comes out of his mouth is air, lolz. i had loud music going and he wanted to let me know that he wanted to go outside. hes &lt;em&gt;so cute!!&lt;/em&gt; i wuv him!!! he will curl up in you lap more than any of the cats nad he will stay there an purr, and fall asleep! the furr on his belly is really curly, and he has so much furr that it gets matted when i don't brush him enough. he hates being brushed. unlike most cats, he turns his nose up at milk, ham, and most anything else. about the only thing he dose like is butter. and on occsion ice cream. his favorite food though is tuna. omg! he is the tuna king! he follows you around the house, and has the worst breath of all the 3 cats! but he'll sleep with you, and hang out with you, he and Sonny are close, while Peppys more of a loner. well, that about dose it for this blog! ttfn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-9138797163507840406?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9138797163507840406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=9138797163507840406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/9138797163507840406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/9138797163507840406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SiiHIEQvFwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FykXz4Y1L0U/s72-c/Picture+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-258731617407900242</id><published>2009-06-03T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:41:44.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bord.</title><content type='html'>Well, as you know school is out and i am bord out of my skull! i know going to a graphic design class for 3 hours a day isn't the most fun thing in the world, but at lesat its something to do! being bord makes me lazy, and being lazy means i don't want to do anything. and the less i do the more bord i get, and the more bord i get the lazyer i become. see the cycal? it sucks. sometimes i have to force myself to do stuff. even stuff like going on the computer. and i don't practus guitar much, and it shows when i go to lessons. i'll try to practus more this week. i have an idea! i'll write about a bunch of random stuff! yay! ok, here we go guitar is first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sorry its sideways!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343219138588229410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibtfzievyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Xlq8SiojXOA/s320/Picture+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got my guitar after a good friend of mine had no room for it in her car when she sold all her stuff and left town. it had sat in her basement for over 10 years and before belonged to another person we know. so theres no telling how long its been sitting aoround. the srings sounded weird and it was always out of tune so i left it at the shop and they said it was hopeless. i would have to buy a new guitar. so i think i will buy an electric acustic guitar so that it will be hurd at mass. becusae when tex or whoever he is comes and plays at mass with us (my chior) i can't ever hear him. they just put a mic infront but i still can't hear it. so hopefully this will work better. but thats years down teh road. right now i'm just going to keep up with my lessons and try to learn some songs. i'm trying to learn "No Handle Bars" by the Flobots. its hard. mostly becuase i never practus it &gt;.&gt; anyway, so my teacher says that Stinky (my guitar's name) if very hard to learn on becase 1) its steal string, which are much more unfargiveing than nylon sting, 2) the 'action' is really high.. or low or something. in anycase the strings are further away from the guitar neck then they could be. 3) all that means that i have to press harder. which is tough of my fingues. my teacher says i need to buld up calesks but i still see the sring indents on her fingure tips after she plays. but maybe it gets easyer...? i don't know. anyway, the lessons overall are going pretty good, i wish they could be an hour instead of half an hour, but maybe once mom sees i'm serious, maybe if i even am serious, i don't even know yet. hopefully i am, i like better then piano. and it would be fun to play at church. but like i said, thats years down the road. anyway, if theres one thing i don't like, well, actualy two things i don't like, its the D chord and the Chromatic Scale. i'm to slow on the scale and my d chord never sounds right becuase its dificult to press hard enough. i just need to practus more. an hour a day would be lovely. but it gets boreing going over the same simple songs over and over. and i say simple bcause they are, but they are actualy hard for me becuase i'm just starting out. plus my fingures start to hurt. sigh... oh well, even a half hour a day would be better then nothing. even 15 minuets. but that hardly seems serious. then again nothing at all is even less serious. but mathew kelly says that this violenist plays for 9 hours a day.. but then again he is world renoued and stuff... (i can't remember his name). anyway, so thats about it far guitar i think. (btw, its name is Stinky for a good reasen! lolz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else should i blog about? i don't know, i was going to write about a bunch of stuff but i don't remember what it was, so i guess i'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-258731617407900242?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/258731617407900242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=258731617407900242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/258731617407900242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/258731617407900242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/bord.html' title='Bord.'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibtfzievyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Xlq8SiojXOA/s72-c/Picture+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-7591421128669584207</id><published>2009-06-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:46:30.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*moan* -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibg9d_vO9I/AAAAAAAAADo/XgeLYAfBH2c/s1600-h/Picture+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343205354550279122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibg9d_vO9I/AAAAAAAAADo/XgeLYAfBH2c/s320/Picture+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibg9e6iq2I/AAAAAAAAADg/qPl5eZvV3FM/s1600-h/Picture+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343205354796919650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibg9e6iq2I/AAAAAAAAADg/qPl5eZvV3FM/s320/Picture+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow... i haven't posted in over a week. although, this one famous blogger i'm following hasn't posted in over 5 so maybe it dosen't matter how often you post? as long as its whithin one month or something. i don't know. anyway, i went to the Mystary Play dinner last night! it was incredable! i wore my prom dress and ally did my hair the same way again. only a little bit better since we had more time. but we never got around to make up, oh well, easier that way anyway. ok now, let me explane how these dinners work; we go to old chicago in formal attire. we get the hokey room all to oursevles. we watch a slide show and order what ever we want off of the menu. then we eat and then everyone gos to the bathroom (its not planned, it just happens! lolz). after that we all get gifts!!! i got this beautiful quilt with everyone who i've ever been in mystary play so far with names on it. i had everyone sign it anyway. but pa pa dave and... i don't know if people call vicky ma ma vicky, she didn't sign it that way. but anyway their names wern't on it. even this one guy who i didn't even remember from probebly my first year was on there! oh well, anyway..., so lets see how meny gifts i can remember: nathon got poofy pink hair ties becuase he would always block peoples view in the cars, aryn got a 'dedication award' becuase shes put mystary play at top priority for her two years, bella got a serch book called "wheres bella?", a whistal and a glow stick in case she ever gets lost in new york again (lolz), heather and katherian each got a pink hugging monkey becuase they like to hug people, eric got a rock with a bunch of stuff glued to it to symbolise a bunch of stuff (i'm sorry, i don't remeber what it all was! then again i don't even remember what my gift was for...), brandon got a bunch of those big silly sungalsses because he likes sunglasses, stephony got this adorable little bag becuase apparently she had this big bag she kept her stuff in, ta ta got a singing card that said "a preist, a bishop, and a rabai walk into a bar and the bisop says... bulalap!!" lolz the card started the joke then you could record whatever you wanted to say after that, so they recorded bulalap becuase it was an inside joke that ta ta came up with, ally got a sash that says "fashionista" on it, and i can't remember what anyone else got. oh yeah! jose was always wareing heathers pink jacket that was to small, so they got him a little girls disney princess jacket that was for a 6 year old!! and you wanna know the best part? he got it on!!!! XD it was awesome. then after that the siniors aryn, eric, nick, and andrew (oh yeah! he got a pair of socks with his name on them becusae he kept loseing his socks, and then alex lost his poker set in newyork, so he got a new one!) got their stweatshirts and framed picture of the mystary play logo, and we all signed it, and yeah. but! eric says he'll be back to help for a few days of practus next year! so its not like its good bye forever! then me and aryn will be friends forever no doubt, so yeah! sigh, well thats all the news for now. besides that i read twilight and fell in love, i just wish it wasn't so popular! i but i just have to remind myself that its not the books fault its been victemized by the media and holly wood, plus i had been planning on reading it for a couple years before the movie came out, so yeah... i'll just refrain from talking about it to much and not act like another edward obsessy. which actualy i am not. thats probebly becuase the twilight charecters had been in a role play of mine in which bella dumped edward for my chaecter yuki cortez, and edward become that bed guy kind of, and yuki and bella had twins, and its really messed up. so it was weird reading the book after being attachted so such a game. and i'm still fanisizeing about it! only i've changed some things ebcuase edward is a good guy in my mind now (he can't be both, it dosn't work that way for me). so i made bella a blond and gave her a different last name and edited the twilight vampires out of the story completly. so now my role play and twilight and coexist in harmoney in my mind ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-7591421128669584207?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7591421128669584207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=7591421128669584207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/7591421128669584207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/7591421128669584207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/moan.html' title='*moan* -.-'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibg9d_vO9I/AAAAAAAAADo/XgeLYAfBH2c/s72-c/Picture+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-6440753436747552293</id><published>2009-05-23T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:50:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibh6r1fwWI/AAAAAAAAADw/ur7GpZQSVbo/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343206406237438306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibh6r1fwWI/AAAAAAAAADw/ur7GpZQSVbo/s320/Picture+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, we're going to talk about random stuff somemore! yay!!! I'm taying out this new Blogger thing, and so far it seems to be the same as before but with a fancier look. anyway, I am excited for the Green Day concert! i just spent $125 on tickets, now all i need is someone to go with. i asked Britney becuase she is my newest friend and we have a lot in common. i mean A LOT in common. i asked her through the buddy poke app and she hasn't responded yet. she may not pay attsion to it though so i'll have to ask her via message. so yeah i'm stocked. the only thing i'm worried about is the loudness. i know concerts (espacilly for music like green days) are redickulasly loud and i'm afrade that ear plugs just wont be enough. i figure either i'll be so excited about seeing green day in person i wont care or maybe notice, or i'll love the music and the sound of the that voice to much to care or maybe notice. i hope i don't notice, or the ear plugs work. becuase prom was extreemly loud and they worked fine. prom was a dissapointment. i think it was becuase i didn't have a date. so i didn't feel like danceing. and aryn and eric didn't get there untill over half way through. eric looked to nice in his suit! lols, everyone kept telling me he said that i looked pretty, he was probebly just thinking about the beautiful job ally did on my hair. or my $80 dress. i'm so glad me and ally are friends now. i mean i know i still can't really trust her but its nice to not have the tenceness between us. plus my hair looked amazing! lolz. so yeah. after prom was the best part though! it was at some kind of rex center or something and there were rides, free food, lazer tag, and free air tattoos! i was going to get a dinosaur but then i saw a guy with the japanese love thingy on his neck, so i decided to get it on my forehead! and i told the lady that it had to be to the left, but she centered it!!!! i looked like an idot the rest of the night. and i got it at the begining of the night so i pretty much looked like a retard the whole night. o well, britney got the bio hazard symbole on her forehead and it looked really cool on her. so besides the tattoo disapointment, (man i let the stupidest things bother me!) after a while it wasn't fun being around tayler. she was tired and cranky and mean. eric had his graduation the nest day at 9:00 am! so he left early. mean i wish i could have spent more time with him, sigh, o well. hey! i finaly blogged about prom! yay!! anyway, i need to start putting pictures and stuff on my blogs. becuase i look at the blogs of note and they have like one paragraph of text and then huge pictures. for some reasen i thought that for a blog to get noticed, it had to have a lot of content, but i see that thats not the case. oh well, my spelling is to bad for anyone to want to read anyway. adn what i write isn't interesting either. o well. i'm done with this blog, and now that i see that this new blogger thing has no spell cheack, i dont' want it. i know i don't use spell cheack very often but i do sometimes so yeah. ta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-6440753436747552293?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6440753436747552293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=6440753436747552293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/6440753436747552293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/6440753436747552293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-2.html' title='Random 2'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/Sibh6r1fwWI/AAAAAAAAADw/ur7GpZQSVbo/s72-c/Picture+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-3109647728104642618</id><published>2009-05-22T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:55:29.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibjHAxon2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/w8XIT9xILRk/s1600-h/l_ffeae6cfb4c04855995ed60fa1af0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343207717528444770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibjHAxon2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/w8XIT9xILRk/s320/l_ffeae6cfb4c04855995ed60fa1af0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibjG6OkUOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fOtXcDXm3l0/s1600-h/l_f8f9293a36744c0fabde7ea1589c654d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343207715770749154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibjG6OkUOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fOtXcDXm3l0/s320/l_f8f9293a36744c0fabde7ea1589c654d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i went to my friend Anderw's graduation party today. the food was so good! i ate a rack and a half of ribs, 4 chicken wings, and a big giraff cookie! mystary play just wont be the same without him. someone was always saying his name. lolz, so yeah i'm going to miss him and all his funny.. slightly anoying habits of not paying attsion to what hes doing lolz. and hes such a ctuie! but i'll also really REALLY miss Eric. hes always been in the mystary play. it just wont be the same without him. i never got to know him very well, and actualy i sort of was but now he has to leave mystary play and it sucks! he had to miss the new york trip and most of the all day retreat! and some of the practuses. sigh... i have a feeling that the dinner will be the last time i see him. except around church maybe but at most that will just be a quick hug in the hall way v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, don't even get me started on Aryn! she is one of my closes friends and she graduated this year too! she only got to do 2 years of mystary play. i felt kind of bad that i got to be veronica and she didn't becuase it is her last year i still have one more to go. she got to be women #2. woo hoo! NOT. anyway, i had no idea people could become so close so quickly. and it breaks my heart to see her and tayler fighting for reasens even they themsleves don't know. she didn't even show up at the party today! well, maybe she did becuase i didn't stay for the whole thing. eric was just walking in as i was walking out. which was totaly unfare! oh well, thats what i get for liveing out in no mans land. or should i say, no friends land! but thats something for another blog if i havn't blogged about it already. so yeah anyway aryn says that tayler is going to push me away. because she feels that tayler pushed her away. i would like to get to the bottom of this whole mess but its hard. and i mean, i know me and tayler arn't as close as we used to be. but thats becuase we have other friends now. and i lot of them are the same friends! plus she has a boyfriend, so she dosn't want to hang out with me anymore. omg... is aryn right? is she going to push me away for some guy? i mean, i know this guy is nathon and we'll talk about him next, and i really want it to work out for them. but what happend to chicks before dicks? i remember when she was dateing alex we were haveing a sleep over and she was sad because she wanted to be with him instead of me. well, excuse me! but we have been friends since 5th grade and your letting guys come between us. plus she texts all the freakking time. its like, am i that boreing that you have to talk to someone miles away instead of me whos right infront of you? i don't know, i'm starting to think that aryn is right. taylers also kind of been makeing me mad more often but thats to complicated to go into right now. anyway, heres nathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the air plane ride back, we were all going to sit in our aisgned seats instead of girls on oneside and boys on the other. why? beucase sandy said to. well, apparently pam thinks shes above that becuase shes an adult. she wasn't sitting in the seat her ticket siad she was suppost to be seated in. she was in nathons set. why? becuase tayler and nathons last name happen to be next to each other in the alphabet. and pam had apparently been trying to keep them apart. probebly becuase of the "no dateing another mystary player" rule. well, it was after psalm sunday so the seasen was over. they were free to do whatever they wanted. but NO pam just had to keep them apart and ignore what sandy said and mix everyone up. i don't know why she thinks shes above sandy, no one is above sandy! (at least not in mystary play) and before you say "God is above sandy" i'm talking about humans, something God is very far from. anyway, so before i make this paragraph about how pam needs to get her act together, (becuase i have alittle story with her too!) lets talk about why i'm also glad that happend. nathon ended up sitting next to me and we were sitting next to some stranger guy. and without tayler or another mystary player, he has no choice but to talk to me. and in that 4 hours we got to know each other pretty well. and we were closer friends after that. because before mystay play started, being alone with him becuase tayler was off doing what her grandma told her too or whatever real quick, it was extreemly akward. and he wasn't comfterable texting me. now a days i think he would be fine with texting me though he would probebly rahter talk to talyer. which i can understand since it could only be on tayelrs phone that i texted him. but anyway, i'm just glad things arn't all akward and stuff. plus, now that i know him, and is actualy one of my friends, i can really be happy for tayler this time. i mean, the other times she had a boyfriend it was just anoying, with alex it wasn't as anoying becaue hes my friend too but soemthing about this time i can look at them and be like "man, that is so cool, i wish that would happend to me. i really hope things work out" i mean, there like perfect for eachother! and its the first time i've really been happy for tayler when it comes to this. and there not even boyfriend and girlfriend, there fiances! i know, i thought it was a little early to be thinking about that too. (they havn't even been going out a year!) but hey, who knows right? and its not like they'll actualy get married any time soon. anyway, this blog was going to be about the people i have to say good bye too this year but when you talk about one mystary player, its hard not to talk about the rest of them. i should tell all about the mystary play adventures. i could have a blog deticated to mystary play. but, mystary play is a huge part of my life and i don't want to sepaorate it. anyway, i think this blog is about done. oh crap, i sitll need to blog about prom! oh well, i'll have plunty of time this weekend to write tons of blogs. i have a few email situations to gab on about too. i know right? you'll find out later. ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-3109647728104642618?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3109647728104642618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=3109647728104642618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/3109647728104642618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/3109647728104642618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibjHAxon2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/w8XIT9xILRk/s72-c/l_ffeae6cfb4c04855995ed60fa1af0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-213993430861354739</id><published>2009-05-20T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:14:24.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disapiontment</title><content type='html'>well, i watched Dane Cooks new comadey thing an it was very disapointing. all he did was talk about obama and dirty stuff. he had a few things in there that weren't dirty or about our moronic lieing son of a bitch presidaint, but even then it wasn't very funny. his other jokes are incredable! i don't get  why he went down hill all of a sudden. and also he talked about sad emotional stuff and then made fun of it. i'm like, come on man! you don't joke about your parents dieing of cancer! and i don't want to hear about how you shoved the tv remote up a hookers pussy! i mean seriously. wheres the humor? Ben and Cody seemed to like it. but then again they are guys so it dosn't take much to amuse their simple minds. i herd that he got his jokes from other comics. which is fine with me i don't care, but i'm kinda thinking that he wrote this all himself and its lame and stupid! i don't know whats wrong with him. all i know is that he is not my favorite comic anymore. now i don't know who my favorite is. i really like brian reigan, danial tosh, nick swordson, and the blue collar comady gang. i will keep dane cook in my list of comics i like though, becuase of his old jokes. they are brilliant. now he just seems like thoughs comics on the half hour shows on camady centrail. lame. though nick swaordson was one of thoughs and inlike the rest he was pretty funny. and i know dane cook is on one of thoughs and it is brilliant. but most of them are not funny at all. i just sit there bord. oh! and i also really like.. whats his face. he was in missus doughtfire... i think his namemight have....oh! its robin williams! i like that guys comady. tayler showed it to me. i might just go find that when i'm done writting this blog. anyway, another comic i don't really like is ellen degenerus. i can't remember where i saw her... i think it was on tv. but she wasn't the best. man, i havn't blogged about prom yet have i? maybe i did... i hope so. i don't really feel like writting out everything that happend again. i emailed krista (a girl from the matthew kelly foundation which i will blog about at a later time) telling her all about it. i guess i could copy and paste. but i didn't say the whole thing. oh well, i'll add sentances in and junk. anyway... i feel sick from all the cookies and cream ice cream i ate... o well. in other news i left my guitar at the music store to be adjusted and what not. i hope that guy calls me and says its ready and wont be much more then $20. he said it should be ready by tomarrow but who knows. anyway, so yeah dane cook disapointed me and i hope he dosn't again next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-213993430861354739?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/213993430861354739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=213993430861354739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/213993430861354739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/213993430861354739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/disapiontment.html' title='Disapiontment'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-7326425201026909774</id><published>2009-05-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:59:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bita Both</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibkDGte7zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jKMUsVPrOIk/s1600-h/thspace.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343208749913796402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibkDGte7zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jKMUsVPrOIk/s320/thspace.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... ok. i had to get up and feed the horses at the Hodge's. and then slep a little more and went to school where i finished my CD cover. now i just have to cut it out and make sure it will fit. and i got my cap and gown yesterday, i still think its retarted the way their doing it. the first years haev to be at the graduation but the second years who have completed the course dont'! don't you think that the second years would be the oens who graduate and not the first years who still have another year to go? i don't know, oh well. Ben still hasn't given me the information. i'm going to give him my phone number tomarrow, and if he dosn't call me, i'm going to seek him out at the Green Day concert we'll both be at (hopefully i'll get to go) and anaylate him! lolz, not really. but i am going to ask him again for the information and maybe get his phone number too. i just want to know who his art teacher is, i was very impressed with the paintings he brought to the show. anyway, so then after school i get ice cream and go to my guitar lesson, which overall went well. then i get home, take a breef nap, go next door again, go to the barn, open the door, and there were the two horses that are intogether loose in the barn!!! i made them go back in there stall, but the place was a mess! ahem, let me rephrase that, the place IS a mess! hey everywhere! they peed!!! DX theres crap everywhere, they peed on the manuer shovel!!! DX they knock down the fire extingesher! theres a baord on the ground i'm not sure was there before! one of them tripped ona bale of hey while i was makeing him go back in the stall!! i didn't give them any dinner because i'm afraid of the damage done with them probebly have eaten so much! i may not even give them breakfast! i thought i locked the door! but i guess not... well, it was early morning when i had just woken up, and had no intnet to stay woken up for long, and i can't really funktion in the morning anyway... so i'm not surprised. but still! thats awful. i already lost rami and kashja as my costomers because mom wouldn't take tommy to the vet when he was sick from being in the crate all day. plus their cat has to have shots everyday now becusae he got somekind of kindey dazeez. and even though i can handle that just fine, they might not balieve me, and neitehr would mom. so yeah. i probebly just lost my only other costomer too. i'm going to request no, i'm going to &lt;em&gt;refuse&lt;/em&gt; payment becsue of the stupid error. i just pray that my stupid error dosn't get their horses sick! or worse... my heads probebly just imagening the worst scenario that probebly wont happen, but aw man... if there horses get sick i don't know what i'm going to do with myself. not babysit animals thats for sure! that also ruens my plan for the summer... well, i guess we could still do cleanup jobs, but yeah. anyway, so that was a desaster, the barn is a desaster, i'm going to haev to clean it up tomarrow &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-7326425201026909774?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7326425201026909774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=7326425201026909774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/7326425201026909774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/7326425201026909774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-bita-both.html' title='Little Bita Both'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SibkDGte7zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jKMUsVPrOIk/s72-c/thspace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-7683300173458188146</id><published>2009-05-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:42:24.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh....</title><content type='html'>ok, so i really need to post more. and i mean real posts not random crap that comes into my head or role paly games. i want to have a good blog, one thats well written and interesting. weather or not people actualy will read it... i don't really care (though that would be really cool). the thing is... the reasen i post nothing but that random stuff, or just complaining, is because i don't know what to write about. maybe i could do a 'story of my life' thing or my day to day stuff, like, i'll post about my day every day... hmm... i don't have an interesting enough life for that... well, i don't know. not like anyones going to read it anyway. so maybe i should just keep up with the random crap? but deep down, i really do want people to read my blog... ooo! i can post the blogs i write on here, in my myspcae blog thingy too! i havn't done that in a long long time. hmm... i think i'll try that day to day thing. sure it wont be any princess diarys, but its worth a shot eh...? isn't it..? i think so. so yeah, i'll do that. i'll try to come on here and post everyday. well, lets start with this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/10/09 (mothers day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no sleep last night. i'm going to a prom next week and appearently we're staying up all night partying. so, i've been going to bed at 5 am every night so i can be nice and awake! tayler on the other hand, thinks thats a dumb idea. well, too bad, it makes perfect sense to me! and besides, i don't have to get up untill 11:00 most days. excpet the weekends.... (backwards, huh? lolz). well, on saturdays yeah but on sundays i have church, so yeah. plus now i'm babysitting the nahbors animles. they have a sqermy cat named Jimmy, and he sqerms while you pet him its so cute! thay have 4 horses who really like it when you pull up the fresh grass out of thier reach and feed it to them. (they haev no grass where they are right now). that barn is a mess though, manuer everywhere! and it gaev me an idea... since shanon and that pompus idiot made brian and sam spend all their money on cloths they didn't even want, they have no money for the summer! and since i have an anime convention to pay for.... i can't use up all my $200 on the summer. though maybe we can go next year when i hopefully will have a job..? i don't know, it all depends on kat. i wonder is andrew has thought over about going with us..? peobebly not, oh well, i'll ask him about it next time i see him. which could be hard becuase the pancake brakefasts are over, and thats just about the only time i get to talk to him outside the mystary play seasen. but anyway, i'm way off topic.... ok, so my idea is that maybe we could work as pet sitters, and barn cleaners! i was thinking we could see if rami and kasja would let us put up a could signs in their yard saying something like: "Nahbor Kid Animal Sitting and Barn Cleaning Services" then have a phone number and email address. or maybe: "Professtional Nahbor Kid yadda yadda yadda..." you get the idea. the only problem is... will the costomers be satisfyed with us just moveing the mess from one place to another? or would they want us to take it away? and putting it somewhere isn't the problem, we have a gordge right behind our house we can dump it in. the only problem is... getting the mess from their house, to my house. daddys little john deer and wagon just aint gonna cut it. we need like a... truck or something. not a huge one, just big enough to get most of the mess away. and maybe people will have their own place to put it. but the peopel i'm babysitting for now... they just throw it right outside the barn door! poor horses! so yeah if we could take it away, at half the price or less for an actual bussiness in that sort of thing could, we could really bring in the costomers! i mean, its like we have to pay bills or anyway, we just want "summer cash" yeah.. some money to spend on things like lazer tag, and movies, and shopping. you know? so yeah that would be awesome. plus it would keep us busy all summer! and we would get to meet lots of horses! (and maybe even kitty cats!!! =D) and we could also do things like walk dogs, maybe give them a bath... maybe give a horse a bath? mmm.. that might not be such a good idea... that could get dangerus. but we can clean up after the horses just fine! or cows. whatever. so yeah hopefully we get more babysitting jobs than we do clean up jobs. (ik!). but yeah, i still don't know how we get the mess from point A to point B. eh, i'll ask daddy about it. we have a little wagon thing that you pull behind a car, but its not really suited for carrying big piles of things. its more for hay and stuff. not loose stuff like a huge horse mess. so yeah.. i'll post about it on help.com. well, i actualy have 3 pointless papers to write for tomarrow so i betting go. ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-7683300173458188146?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7683300173458188146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=7683300173458188146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/7683300173458188146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/7683300173458188146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='sigh....'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-530343533398949810</id><published>2009-04-18T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:41:06.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes next Game!!!</title><content type='html'>This is a game that Aelita and I (Cat) are going to play. One of us will say a word or a phrase and the next one says the first thing that comes to their mind ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Full Metal Alchimest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: Key Stroke Comands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: popcorn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Fire! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: camel head in trubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: WTF? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: thats right! go with it sista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Buy it, berak it, bend it, uses it, quick re-writght it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: naruto fan flash snow dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: I like pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: tayler hates pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: SHE PICKLED ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: yay pron!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Twisted thoughts in a sea of faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: .....peins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Pervert!! OH OH OH!!! PERVY SAGE!!!!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: possem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ninjas are cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Pirates are better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: nuh uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: you ruened it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: nerg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: flirt with your dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: imganation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Inkheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: flame eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Farid = Hottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: tank tops are sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: FUZZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: kittys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Dogs eat kitty poo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: dogs are nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: I like pugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: they are cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Chris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: teddy bear! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Don't eat yellow snow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: figaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: His shorts were on my bed.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ooooooooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Other Cat was in my pants XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: are we playing that now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Up to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: i think we're playing in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: PICKLE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: you forgot to say 'in my pants' in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: She looked hot in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: i didn't notice in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Tayler wanted to be in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: literaly! she was freaking humping us! in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Akward Turtle In my pants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: wrong butten in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Jizzed in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: brilliant in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Lightbulb in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: sex in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: You would be weird in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ur mom... in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Oh mi gawd!!! In my pants......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: carmel in my pants! gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Fire in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: lier lier! in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: He'd have to be really good...In my pants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: yo ho yo ho a ninjas life for me! in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Pirates RULE in my pants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: hot ninja sauce in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Publish post in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: baby in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Cons in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ur mom in my pants again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: You lose! In my pants!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: damn... in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stay tuned for our role play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-530343533398949810?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/530343533398949810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=530343533398949810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/530343533398949810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/530343533398949810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-comes-next-game.html' title='What comes next Game!!!'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-879856184705485691</id><published>2009-04-18T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:24:07.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and cats rp game!</title><content type='html'>yes, its yet another role play blog! only this time i'm not alone, cats with me! she'll be playing Talia, and i'll be playing Aelita! Gaara and Rentia will probebly be in there to somewhere. it depends on how far we get. we'll start in just a mineut, shes peeing. i'm going to keep writeing tic tock untill she comes back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ok shes back! now we can start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Oh Mi Gawd Sister.... Now she has to pee!!! and get us food.... So I think i'm just going to Rant on about my current thoughts if that is okay with you...... (ignore this if you don't like semi-depressing things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really truly happy to be here with my friends but I fucking hate having to say good bye all the time... I spend almost 20 minutes upstairs crying after I said good bye to Chirs. It really sucked. But tomorrow I get to meet Tayler's boyfriend so I'm kinda happy about that. Okay she's back from peeing and she got me cookies. Now we begin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-once upon a time... there were 3 sisters. Renita, Aelita and Talia. Renita was the silient, but deadly one, Aelita is the very beautiful, yet rebelious one, and Talia, although the weakest of the sisters, had the strongest personality. one day they were hanging out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -walking around the leaf village looking for something to do spots Gaara and Aelita hanging out in a cute little Caffe-  Hey guys. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: oh! hey sis, we were just haveing coffee. how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Oh.. I'm alright. I've kinda been looking for Itachi and Talia. You two havn't seen em have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: not recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: i think itachi said he was going down by the river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Oh! Okay. Thanks Gaara! -hugs Aelita- I'll see you guys later! -runs off towards the river-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-talia and itachi are standing by the water-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -sneeks up quietly behind them and jumps up right behind them- HI GUYS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -steps back in surprise-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Oh, hey Ren. What brings you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Nothing much... The hokage wanted me to come and get you two. And then we have to go back and get Onee-chan and Gaara and report to her offiace imedately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren: -whispers to Talia- Jeezzz.... how could you fall for such a quiet weirdo..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: He's only quiet around other quiet people... Er. Around anyone but me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -listening to them- ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: You know she's right tho! You could learn to talk to my sisters and Gaara every once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: i do talk to gaara! hes my bff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -tries not to laugh- oh.... wow...... Akward turtle............ Anyways!!!! We gotta get going. Come on!! -heads back to Gaara and Aelita-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -waves- hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Hey you two. Apparently the Hokage want's us ASAP.  You comming? -smiles a bit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: what would she want with us? i'm a freaking rouge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: yeah, and i'm not from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Your point being? Just get over it you boys! You are comming weither you like it or not! -grabs bothe their wrists and drags them to Tusnade's offiace-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: your a freaking Kaga! help your own self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Haha! He can't!! Isn't it funny?!?! -starts laughing hystaricaly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he left the sand at the girls house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -streaming wavy anime tears- NO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they finally arive at Tsunade's-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -knocks on the door timidly- Uhh.... Tsunade?? -whispers to the others- She was in a really bad mood earlier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: its ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunate: come in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -opens the door and walks in smiling nervously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -still dragging the boys walks in head strongly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -finaly brakes free of her grip- never do that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -scoffs- What ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: i would haev walked here on my own no problem, i just thought it was weird that she wanted me and Itachi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Sure you would have... Anyways... Hey Lady Tsunade! What can we do for you? -still holding Itachi's wrist gently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -not doing anything about it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunade: i need you to make a delivery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -completely changes her personality- WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!??!?!? YOU NEED ALL OF US FOR A FREAKING DELIVERY MISSION!?!??! LET ME GUESS!!!! MILK FOR THE POOR KITTIES?!?!?!? WELL I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ANY MORE!! IF IT IS YOU CAN COUNT ME OUT!!!!!!! -Crosses her arms very stubbornly glaring daggers at Tsunade-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunda: ..... no... it was a mission to deliver an emporer and his kin safly through the moutain pass... but you seem to haev scard him... -points to the cowarding man in the corner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -Clears her throat- Oh... My bad...... -turns around and leans on Itachi's back staring at the wall- I'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emporer: ... i will never agree to travil with these scary people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: I am soooooo sorry about my sister! -glares back at Ren- The only reason she reacted that way was because our last 7 some odd missions were delivering milk to cats and it was 'so top secret' that we couldn't know... So she was expecting that again and wouldn't have been willing to put up with it. I'm sorry. She really is a nice girl. All of us are kind. -gestures to the others smiling- And Ren is actually very quiet so you wouldn't even have to listen to her! -smiles extitedly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emporer: .... are these really the only ninja you have left? -tsunde nods- ok then... i guess i can feel safe traviling with these freakish people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rentia: -Spins around and glares at him- Wh--  -Itachi quickly covers her mouth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppy: fdcl,kyjht.l6y5tk,67yp;l87plo09 (my cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: shh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -glares at him- ..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Sorry... Again... She's a little tempermental at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emporer: just keep her inline! i don't want any trubble as we're travling. and i trust you've met my cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peppy:xkjiickiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkkk kjmkkvm,mv ,mkvkmv;lkjkkkkkj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -prys Itachi's hand off her mouth- Trust me.... There won't be. -glares at him and backs out of the door waiting outside on the steps for the others-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: dang she is pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunate: so anyway, you'll be travling with them trough the dangerus moutain pass. your job is to make sure they make it out alive! once you reach the end of the pass, you can come back home. good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Yes mam. We will do our best. -smiles at the Emporer- Sir, if I may -bows to him gracefully- Will you please come with us and we can begin our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emporer: Yes indeed! now then, if you pesants will follow me, i will show you to my kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -clears her throat- Y-yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he arogantly walks out of the room. the others follow and they see some poor people and their beaten up old wagons talking to ren. the emporer's wagon however, is nice and new with gold on the sides- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Okay guys. Let's get to work. Figure out what type of supplies we have here and what we need to pick up before we head out. -looks around a bit- Woah.. Ren's talking to someone? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ooo, hes hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: O.o ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -walks over to Ren and the boy- Hey Ren. You calm down a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Yeah... Sorry about that... I was really tired of Tsunade's crap... I didn't mean to scare the geazer so bad... But it sounds to me like he needed to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Ah. Yeah. We kinda noticed after you left. Well, try to keep it cool and don't go blowing up at him. Even if he does deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Will do my best Talia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Oh! Gosh, how rude of me! Who's your new friend Renita? -smiles warmly at the teenaged guy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: uh.. hi, my name is Zvi, i uh.. live here with this travling group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Nice to meet you Zvi. I'm one of Ren's older sisters. My name is Talia. Well, we better get going. -turns and calls to Gaara, Aelita and Itachi- We all set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: wait! i need to go back to the house and get my sand! brb! -ninja jumps off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Well, I better go help the others finish up... I-I'll see you around Zvi ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: ye-yeah... see you around. -smiles shyly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -giggles a little then walks off with Ren to help the others-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They finishe packing up and Gaara shows back up with his gord on his back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Now you ready veggie boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: i am not a veggie boy! apparently the women i was suppost to call 'mother' was a 5 time farming champ! this is from her old garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -coughs sarcasticaly- Good for you.....veggie boy...... Well! Let us be off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Emporer Stave! You ready Sir?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stave: Yes indeed! now then, lets hope you die instead of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -almost ninja jumps at him but Talia and Itachi grab her arms fiercly- WHY YO---!!!!! -she gets thrown 25 feet back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Shut up Ren!! -turns back to him grinning painfully- Yes Sir!  -looks to everyone else- Lets move out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -sighs and gets up- -mumbles under her breath- Son of a bitch.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they move out and soon are at the moutain pass. its late by the time they get there so they decid to make camp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ok everyone! its bedtime! tents and lights out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they make camp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -walks over to Talia, Aelita, Gaara and Itachi.- I'll take first watch if you guys want. I'm to steamed to sleep right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: i'll join you, sleep isn't something i typicaly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Okay. Then Aelita and Itachi you two take the next one and I'll take last shift with Gaara again. That work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Alright then. Ren, Gaara you're up. The rest of us need to get some sleep. Good luck you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeltia: good night panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: good night kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -sarcasticaly- Awww...... -rolls her eyes and starts wandering through the camp aimlesly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -blushes with embarrasment- ahem... good night. -follows after ren-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ther others all get some sleep and with nothing else to do Ren and Gaara try to make small talk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Sooo..... Umm.... What's new? -smiles nervously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: uh... not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: wow... You are worse at small talk than I am.... Do me a favor and keep watch from above. Your sand is more usefull if noone knows you are there. I'll stay on the ground with my weapons. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: well, that will take up some chakra, but ok i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Sorry. I don't see a much better choice do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: you sure no one will see me floating up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: You won't be floating.. You will be sitting on the Canyon side right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: oh! ok yeah, i'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Kay. I'll check back up there in 2 hours k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: sounds good. -gos up the side of the cliff-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -keeps wandering around the camp keeping her eyes open for trouble-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 hours later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -starts walking up the cliff side about to go meet Gaara-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-then Zvi comes wandering out alone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -is startled and falls off landing flat on her back- OW!! -cough- That hurt! -jumps up on her guard- Who's there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: -surprised and a bit scard- its me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Oh. It's just you... Zvi, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: yeah... i didn't know anyone else was out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Yeah. Us ninja are taking turns keeping watch. Gaara is up there right now. My sister Aelita and our friend Itachi are next on the list. Hey, what are you doing out here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: oh, i was just thinking... -looks to ground-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Umm... About..? -thinks to herself- &lt;em&gt;wow...when the hell have I ever been this talkitive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: oh... nothing really. mostly about my mysterious past and how even i don't understand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Ah.. -looks akwardly down at the gorund- Well... Do you wanna talk about it? -thinking to herself again- &lt;em&gt;What the crap?!?! now he's gunna think I'm a toatl werido stalker girl!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: wow, no ones ever cared enough to ask before! ok, well, my mother died in a ninja attack when i was only 7, and my father has never been there. i don't know where or who he even is! and... all i can remember from my childhood is... the color blackish red. i know that sounds weird but thats all i remember! and... oh, am i rambling? sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Heh, no.. It's fine.. I'm really sorry to hear that. Geez... your life sounds similar to my sisters and mine.  It's kinda weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: really? -looks up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Yeah.. Well see, Aelita isn't actually my sister. Talia and I are bilogical sisters. Neither of us remember anything about our real parrents. Just our entire village being destroyed when I was umm.. 6 and Talia was 8. We happened to be rescued by a couple of leaf village ninja then. It was werid.. We were put up for adoption and ended up being taken by Aelita and her family. But the really weird thing to us is that we all have the same hair color and some-what the same facial features. Shoot... now i'm rambling... arn't I? -looks down slightly embarised-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: no no, your fine. so Aelita's not your real sister? wow, i would have thought you guys were all related...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Us too! You know what the really freaky thing is? Talia and Aelita were born on the exact same day and year! and nearly the same time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: oh wow... that is weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: yeah.. Oh shoot! I have to get up there and check in with Gaara. and you need sleep! I'll see you tomorrow morning okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zvi: -smiles shyly- ok, good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -blushes lightly- Night! -chakra runs up the cliff side to meet with Gaara-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-all she find are his cloths and nothing else-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: GAARA?!?!?! Where are you!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no response-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: CRAP CRAP CRAP!!!! -runs off the side of the cliff and ninja's over to the others tents- Guys!!! Wake up! Gaara's missing!!! All that's left is......Well....-looks away akwardly- h-his clothes...and veggie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: -comes out and takes off sleep mask, her face coverd in green sludge- what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Umm.. Your boyfriend is missing.... But I am NOT letting you go Anywhere! with out cleaning off your face you green slude monster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -comes out with Itachi behind her- Yeah.. Go clean your face and try to stay calm. We will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: hay! its not easy to be beautiful, not that &lt;em&gt;you guys&lt;/em&gt; would know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Shut up and get your face washed, sludge monster!! NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: w/e you average looking girl. -gso and cleans her face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: If I wern't so worried about the safety of the people here then she would be dead by now... -glared daggers at Aelita's back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: -comes out dressed and ready- ok! lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: We aren't going anywhere till we figure out what is going on.  Ren, what exactly happend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -looks down then explains shyly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ok, now can we go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: No.. We have no idea where they took him or who did it. All we can do is make sure all of us are keeping watch constantly through day and night for the time being... And that we all have comunicators with us so we can call for help if we need it. I'm sorry Aelita. Gaara will be fine, I'm sure. We will help him as soon as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: but... hes completely defenseless without his sand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: That may be true... But so will be these people if any of us leave. Besides, Gaara can take care of himself. Even with out his sand filled veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Ok. Itachi, go guard the creep's tent while the rest of us spread out along the primiter, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: i will not leave you alone to be kidnapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: I'll be fine. Trust me. Besides, if I need help I'll call imedately. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: ... fine... -reluctantly gos to guard the emporers tent-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -sighs- I'm sorry guys.... It's my fault... I got distracted, I know I shouldn't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: Damn righ-! -talia puts her hand over her mouth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -glares at Aelita- Don't you DARE blame Ren!! Your boyfriend also wasn't smart enough to call her on the cumincator they both had! So get over yourself and get to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: -suddenly gets very out of charecter sad- yeah... ok sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: It's ok. I know it's my fault. I'm sorry Lita-nee, I'll help in what ever way I can to get him back... As soon as we finish our mission... -looks down again feeling very small-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: -looks down- mk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Lets go girls. -walks off in her direction as the others go theirs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the sun comes up and the gang gets going again, nothing suspisious happend all night while they were on watch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -walking quietly on guard next to one of the villagers wagons- -quietly to herself- Damn... I feel like such an idot.... I mean, yeah. I liked talking to Zvi. But ugh! I toatlly should have checked on Gaara first! -slams her head between both her fists-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she hears itachi yell in alarm- omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -looks up supprised- What the--? -runs to go find him-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when she gets there she sees him walking next to one of the peasents who hes stareing at in disbelief-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -walks up to them- What the crap Itachi!?!? Why the hell did you yell like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gaara is there in the same cloths the peasents are wareing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -points to him- thats why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Gaara!!! What happened?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -looks at her confused- um, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -looks at Itachi slightly anoyed- That's not Gaara you idot.... He would remember me... or at least my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: that is my name, but i don't know who you are, or what your talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: The name is Ren you veggie freak... Get it through your thick head. You are not Gaara. And if you are then you have been brain washed.... I yell at you too much for you to forget me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -looks at her confused and weirded out- um... i don't know what your talking about. i've lived here with the Kin all my life... so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -Shouts at the top of her lungs across the whole caravan-AELITA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR BOYFRIEND HAS BEEN BRAIN WASHED!!! COME KISS HIM TO MAKE HIM SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!! HE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER ME YELLING AT HIM!!!! WEIRD HUH!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: -comes over- Panda!!!! -hugs him-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: ahhhh! get off me crazy lady! -pushes her off- you ninja sure are weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! It almost always works!!! I know it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -backing up- no no no no no no.... my girlfriend will get mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: What?!?! Who's this supposed girlfreind of yours veggie boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly women: i am! my name is betty, and you better stay away from my Booger Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Ewww......  Oh Mi Gawd you are guly!!! Wait---did you say 'Booger Bear' NASTY!!!! That's not even slightly cute! Gawd only a dumb ass boy could come up with that. Besides, your emotions aren't nearly happy enough for you to really be in love with him. All you feel right now is disgust, hatred and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: -lunges at betty- why you..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -grabs her arm quickly- Lita-nee! Wait! They are both guys. You have nothing to worry about. Gaara is way to straight to do anything that dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ok, you hol dhim down, i'll kiss him, that'll bring him back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: GOT IT!!! -Tackles Gaara and pins him down while Itachi grabs the fake woman-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -struggles, and is actualy pretty strong from carrying the veggie all the time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Lita! Fast!!! Your boyfriend is rediculosly strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: i know! -smiles- -lungdes at him and manages to peck him on the cheek-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -stops struggling- uh.. i'm confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Now you get to really kiss him!! -grins evily-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: -kisses him for real and he kisses her for real back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -Gets off of him- Awww.... Well that was akward... Hi Gaara, mind telling us about your supposed girlfriend? -points to the ugly lady that Itachi is holding whilst she is struggling futily-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: um... i've never kissed anyone before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: me either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Renita and Itachi try not to laugh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: W-well... That's not important right now.. Who kidnapped you and who is this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: well, i have absolutly no idea who this guy is, but as for on the moutain.... i was sitting there minding my own business when i was attacked by sevril ninja who stripped me down and then brainwashed me! it was horrable! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: wow... I'm kinda sorry to hear that. It would have been so much more amusing to hear that my sister was the one who stripped you but oh well... Hmm... Itachi. I suppose you can do what you want with that freak. Kill him off some how with out freaking out the Kin... Or.. Just don't let them see or know at all okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: I will get rid of... him, imedietly. -walks off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Well, I'm off to go find my other Onee-chan. I have to tell her what happend! ^_^ -skipps off a little to happy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: ok! i'll just change.. this is itchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: i'll help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -walking through the now halted caravan- Talia! Where are you Onee-chan!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she dosn't see her anywhere-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Uaho.... -starts looking around the outskirts of the camp frantically- TALIA!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-all she finds are her cloths-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: CRAP!!! UGH! -picks up the clothes and walks glumly back to the others-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gaara -in normal cloths- aelita, and itachi are there-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Talia's turn..... She's gone this time.. Oh and I'm guessing if we just wait here she will be back by tonight then Itachi can kiss her to save her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -alarmed- O.o .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Oh don't give me that look! I know you two like eachother! I mean come on... I find you two alone by the river..? Cheezy! But cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: .... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -walks over to him and smacks his head- TALK DAMN IT!!! You can't deny it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: O.O;;;; but... what do i say...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: You don't. Just walk right up to her. Kiss her then ask the real her out! Simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: ...o.o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -looks at him sternly- If you don't save my sister when she comes back here. I will personally take my blades and carve you in to a thousand tiny little peices and feed them to the wolvs. Got it!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: ..........yes... o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -pats his head happily- Good boy ^_^ -walks off back to wander around the camp again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-later that evening, Talia appears in the Kins itchy cloths-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -spots her and shouts- ITACHI! YOUR UP BOYO!!!! GET OVER HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -walks up nervously spraying something in his mouth- ok.... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -walks up to Talia- Hi there mam. There's someone I really want you to meet! No questions asked, you can thank me later! ^_^ -grabs her shoulders and stears Talia towards Itachi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: W-what the? What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -hesitates- um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: Now! -shoves Talia towards him her landing in his arms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -blush- um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -tries to push away weakly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -holds on to her without really meaning to- -looks tword Ren like 'what do i do now?'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -whispers irritatedly- Pull her in and kiss her! Then... Umm... Ask her out! Yeah.. I like that ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -looks at her nervously, but then takes the plunge!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they kiss, and in teh middle Talia regaines her memory-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -wakes up only to find herself kissing Itachi with him holding her almost as if she had been struggling- -decides to kiss him back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they stop and look at each other, akward turtles everywhere!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: U-uah... W-what happend...? W-wha-waht was that just now..? -looks slightly confused, happy and embarised-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: um...  well, you were brainwashed like Gaara was so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renita: -sneeks off quietly while they are talking-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -looks down blushing even more- O-oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -still holding her blushing- um.. well, i guess the spell is you have to be kissed by your um, true love or something like that and so, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: A-ah... And let me guess... Ren told you to, right? -giggles slightly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -smiles slightly and shyly, not looking her in the eye and still blushing- ye.. yeah, and then she told me to, um, ask you out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Hmm... well.... I-I kinda like that idea...... -looks down blushing bright red-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -looks up at her- re.. really? me too... -looks away again blushing all the more redder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: -moves to look him in the eyes and smiles slightly, still blushing- good...-kisses him-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi: -kisses her back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sean close-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-879856184705485691?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/879856184705485691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=879856184705485691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/879856184705485691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/879856184705485691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-and-cats-rp-game.html' title='Me and cats rp game!'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-2740087235507846257</id><published>2009-03-17T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:29:19.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, this is just another post where i write down the whatever pops into my head, so it should be a lota fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[you have been warned]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess today was ok. i cryed in class and ben pinched me becuase i wasn't wareing green. it really hurt! L wants to move me becuase he saw me sitting there not doing anything. i just had time to kill, class was almost done and theres no use starting a comp when you'll just barely get started then its time to leave. but yeah whatever. so then, my window in the car didn't roll all the way up so we took it to the auto body shop again and it only took a few minuets to fix. thankfully. although, i didn't really like the rentail car we got when the van had to be left there for like, 11 days. it was a bright red pt cruser type car. uglyest thing since stationwagons, but it was a nice car. and even ally liked it. me and her are getting along better. i think its becuase she's in the mystary play. i let me tell you, when something can make two people like me and taylers little sister get along, that is a very powerful thing indeed. the mystery play is awesome! i've been trying to eat healthier and its going ok. the only thing i'm relaly doing horrably wrong is eat ice cream. but Mathew Kelly said twice in his book Rythem of Life to eat ice cream. and if ice cream is part of the secret to happiness, then its worth every delishious sugary bite! tayler thinks that health has absolutly no revency to happyness what so ever, but thats just not true. i'm not saying you have to be an athlite or skinny to be heathly, just kind of watch what you eat and go around the block now and again, thats all. oh! and sleep. get a sleeping scegual. that way you won't be tired. as for the "watch what you eat" thing, i'm not saying you have to give up chocolate and the good stuff forever, or torcher yourself. just make sure you eat some veggies everyday and maybe sometimes substitute a soda for some sparkling juice or better yet, regular water! doing these simple, none painfull things can really improve how you feel. and if you feel good physicaly, you usealy feel good emotionaly too. and you can think clearer. i've been getting up at 8 am every morning for about 8 weeks now. and i'm getting pretty use to it. though i still have trubble dragging myself out of bed in the morning, knowing me, that will never change so long as i get up before noon (lolz). so yeah, tayler can think what she wants. in fact, we disagree about a lot of things. now, i've never known her to be gullable, but she really took the bait this time! she thinkgs obama is the gratest thing ever and that under his rule, we will all prosper and be saved! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh man, ha ha sorry. someday she, and apparently over 50% of the country will realise what a dope the've all been, to be suckerd by the media and such a decitful guy &lt;em&gt;from Kenya.&lt;/em&gt; anyway, enough with the politics, lets talk about... idk... uh... what should i write about now? um... how about.. uh... um.. maybe.. uh.. aw hell, lets do a role paly. just for fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toshiki: few! medical school is getting really hard! and it dosn't help that it looks like i'm the youngest one in the class! -sets his bag down and sits on the couch-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: yeah, you still look 17, even though your 22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toshiki: i know. if only i had got bitten at on older age...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: if only you hadn't got bitten at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toshiki: but then i wouldn't be able to heal, and i wouldn't be in medical school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: i know... but vampires are horrable things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toshiki: hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: i didn't mean you! just that you being a vampire is horrable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toshiki: come on, i know you hate vampires but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-the front door slams- Bella: we're back from the park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy: that was the best park ever!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karie: yeah!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: ok, go wash your hands, there filthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karie: ok mommy!! -runs into bathroom-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy: -stays out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: Andy, i don't know what you and your sister got into, but its made yoru hands turn brown. so go wash up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy: i don't wanna!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: you wanna help me out here hun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: listen to your mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: -rolls eyes- come on. -takes andys hand- lets go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy: noo!!! i don't wanna i don't wanna!!! AHHHHH!!!! DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: -drags him to bathroom and makes him wash up- sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-later that day, at about 2 o'clock. everyone sat down to a nice lunch of chicken tacos toshiki had prepared, when the doorbell rang-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*ding dong* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: now who could that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;James: i'll get it! -gets up an answers the door-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-a business looking women stands there in a suit holding a thin black brifecase.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;James: can i help you...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Women: yes, my name is Betty Beergerstine. but you may call me BB. I'm from socal services. Is a Mr. Cortez and Miss Swan here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: I'm Yuki Cortez, and this is my girlfriend Bella Swan. what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: hi, i'm from socal services here to talk about the children. -she says, shakeing hands- may i come in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: -turns to bella and whispers- what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: i don't think we have a choice, she works for the goverment, and they can do anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: true... ok. -turns back around- sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: grate! -comes in and closes the door behind her-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-everyone gos and sits in the liveing room, while the kids play outside-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: so, what can we do for you Miss...BB? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: you can sign this paper, if you would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-bella picks up the paper, yuki leans over to look at it- Bella: its a contract! to hand the kids over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: what's this suppost to be!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: you had your kids at 16, right? and now your only 21. we feel that in order for them to have the best chance possible, that they should go to older, more able people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: i am perfectly capable of takeing care of my own children, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: yeah! we've been raiseing them for 5 years! so what if we're young? we know how to take care of kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: then why has your son been seen limping off the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: that was a bully at school with a pocket knif, we took care of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: you just started drinking alcohol, you are 21 after all. and first timers can over do it. that can be a danger to the children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: the only alcohol i've had since turning 21 was at me and Bellas party's! we had wine and beer and everyone got drunk! but only one time. and i didn't like being drunk, neither did she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: -hits him-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: owch!!! what was that for!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: i'll do the talking, you just sit there ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-she hits him again- shut up! you'll make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: what? people like honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: yeah, especaly when it gets your kids taken away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: come on! they weren't even at that party. they were at your mothers house, both times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: just please let me do the talking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-they argue-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: i've seen enough. hand over the children willingly, or we'll take them by force. i have ploice standing by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: you are not takeing them away! this is totaly unfair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: i have no choice, from what i've seen and herd here today, i know now that we should have acted long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: you can't do this! i wont let you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: go get the children now, or this will get ugly. -she looks and sounds really serious and scary-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-james gos out to fetch andy and karie-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: NO! -she says angrily- -toshiki holds both of them back as james walks in with the kids- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: -suddenly gets friendly- pack your things children, yoru comeing with auntie BB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy: you smell funny!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karie: where are we going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: -gives andy a discusted look for only a second and turns friendly again- why, your comeing to my childrens home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karie: childrens home? whats that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: its a fun place where you'll live with some other children untill some adults come by and adpot you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karie: you mean, we can't live here anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: the place i'm talking about will be a lot better then here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy: but i like liveing here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: you'll like this place even better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karie: are mommy and daddy comeing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andy: and uncol toshiki and james too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: no, they have to stay here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Karie: will we ever see them again!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BB: of caorce not darlings! you'll have new people to hang out with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Andy: we can't see mommy and daddy anymore!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BB: nope! but thats a good thing ^ . ^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Andy: i don't wanna go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Karie: me either, i think we'll just stay here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BB: you have no choice. you can go pack your things or we can send for them later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Karie: i'm not going!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Andy: me either!! -crosses arms-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BB: -looks anoyed and gets out a walkie talkie- *cashhht* ok George, you guys will have to come and get them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;George: *cashhht* roger that. *beep* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-sevril guys come in, yuki and bella run to go pick up thier children but the thugs rip them out of their arms and force the crying 5 year olds into a sqad car- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yuki: ANDY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: KARIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: we're sorry, but we just want each and every bastard child to have the best life possable. good bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: BASTARD!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bella: YOU CAN'T DO THIS!! MY BABIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BB: oh, yes we can. besides, your not even married! -she leaves along with all the other people who had come- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-later that day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bella: -crying- they can't do this! its not fair! those are our kids not theirs! we've had them since we were 16 and they choose now to take them away? now that we're adults!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: -thinking hard- hmm... maybe its becuase theres no income?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bella: we don't need incom! Toshiki has plunty of money to pay for everything we need! sorry Toshiki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toshiki: for what? i like paying for everything, not like theres anything else i can do with all my money, and besides, i like helping you out any way i can! thats why i cook everyday too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: maybe if we prove that we have plunty of money to take care of children, they'll give them back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bella: *snif* its worth a try i suppose... but i still don't think it will be enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: -hugs her- we'll get them back, don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toshiki: since when did you become an optimist? Mr. Emo Kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: for the last time! i've put that behind me, now lets go to the socail security offace and get Andy and Karie back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;James: can i come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toshiki: of carouce! we're all going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;James: yay! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-at the offace- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: what do you mean no one named Betty Beergerstine works here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reseptionest: i'm sorry, but no one here works under that name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bella: then who came and took our kids yesterday!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reseptionest: hmm... what were the kids names again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bella: Anthoney and Karen Cortez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reseptionest: -looks through computer- hmm... nope, no kids by those names were ceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: but if you didn't take them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toshiki: then they were kidnapped!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bella: -screams- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reseptionest: -on the phone- i'm calling the police, the'll be right over here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(cats helping now, playing the female charecters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bella: Yuki! -wraps her arms around him burrying her face in his shoulder crying- What's going to happen to our babbies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuki: -hugs her- i.. don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toshiki: omg! omg! omg! this is terrable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-meanwhile, at the kidnappers secrect layer-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(i'm playing BB) BB: muwhahahahahaha! now we have these sweet delishious morsals all to ourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;George: yes! now lets eat them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BB: no you idot! we're going to breed them so we can have all the sweet blood we want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-2740087235507846257?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2740087235507846257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=2740087235507846257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2740087235507846257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2740087235507846257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-4881101569546338283</id><published>2009-03-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:09:39.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>well, i read some of my past blogs, and well.. a lot has changed since then so lets get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and Darnell are no longer in the class -crys-. Luke went on to be a sergion, and Darnell didn't have enough high school credits or something, so he had to go back and earn them, or else he would have been held back, again! but even though their gone for good reasens, i still miss them. why couldn't Jason be the one to leave? i could live with him. bleh. and i don't think Zach would be one of the oens most likely to get a job doing graphic design (he wants to be a video game designer, actualy) now i think it would be.. Rob, or is it Bob? idk, becuase he's the oldest (an adult). so yeah. we made these pod casts. and basicaly there just these really embarressing poems W made us do and pictures of us along with some of our art we did in the class. i only have like, 3 picstures. two of me, one of my collage. I could have had the iPod add i did on L's side but it's so bad its embaresing! and so is my type expression. bleh! well, thats all thats new at school. besides that both sides merged so now i have Nocole and Ben and them guys with us. i'm really glad Cody's still there, other wise their wouldn't be any nice guys left in the class! well, i gues Zach is ok but he's kind of gross... Jason asked me if i liked him, and i was like EW!!!! he says we go together like "peabut butter and jelly" and i was thinking "oh please don't say that, gross!!!!" &gt;&lt;  i'm getting grossed out just typeing about it!! -cringe- anyway, so thats all thats new with school. i don't think i'll go into detail about the digital portfolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Play is going grate. I got Veronica and Tyaler got Marry. but she isn't my Marry (though i really really really really really really with she was!!) Jose got jesus, though in my opinion isn't really, grate at it. he moves around to much, it looks like he;s walking in place. i'll have to tell him that... about the walking in place thing that is! lolz. He dosn't even stay still for Veronica. poor Stephonie! i thought it was tough with Brandon, who also moves around quite a bit. Tyaler is an exallent Marry, even if it dose make her more nervous then my new son of a bitch horse, but we'll get to that later. lets name all the mystery players shall we? just so if i come back and read this years later, i'll know which year was which! lolz. ok, theres: Aryn, Tayler, Stephonie, Heather, Bella, Katherein, Ta Ta (Natally), Ally, Alex, Brandon, Kevin, Jose, Eric, Nick, Brad, Andrew, and i'm probebly forgetting someone. but i don't have much time to blog, i have to leave on a half hour for Everwood. Rose said she wouldn't be able to make it to a play this year. that makes me really really sad, but if i saw her, i'd start blubbering like a baby just like last time! i'd just brake down in tears. i wish she were me and Tayler's age, then she would still be in the play! but she was a sinor and i was a freshman.. sigh, life sucks like that. o well, at least she still emails me, unlike Mathew Kelly who was suppost to send me a list of 10 life changeing books! but i'll type about that later, or, maybe now since i have even less time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses, horese horses horses! well, Maverick got sick and died. so we got another horse. a mare. a young mare. biggest mistake ever. she wont ride unless she has a sattle on, and she's hard to catch, and has to much energy, and dosn't let Boocy eat. she also won't take no for an answer. when i try to gard Boocy so the other two don't get it, she keeps comeing back! no matter how meny times i shoo her away! (which is no easy task!) she wouldn't even let horse master Rod catch her! and horses like him! horses don't really like me, i can't blame them. i'm too impatiant and timid to ever be a horse girl. i get frustrated to easaly and am to lazy. so, horses arn't for me. i'll be glad to not have to feed them or deal with them anymore when i move out. if, i move out, with the econame and our idot presidant, things won't be easy for us trade school grads! only one more year after this one, and i was gonna say, sianora! but it may turn out i'll have to stay longer, becuase adults are now takeing all the jobs us kids would normally get....(conntinued in next paragraph)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualy, this may have to wiat till later, peanut stole my chair and i have to leave in 10 minuets. so, i'll write about  our near depresstion and how it will impact my life tonight. also comming up, the money situation and how i'm going to pay off the car and go to NDK. don't go away. -cue end music-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-4881101569546338283?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4881101569546338283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=4881101569546338283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/4881101569546338283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/4881101569546338283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-271014687970765686</id><published>2009-03-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:47:13.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i havn't been on in a while, not that anyone cares becuase no one reads my blog anyway. witch is part of why i got bord of it. but me and my friends are starting a role play game on here so hopefully that will keep me writting. becuase it feels good to write things down. even if your not writting them, your actualy typeing them, it still feels good to get it out. for me it would be better of people read it but o well. it will be kind of interesting to see what i wrote last oct. actualy, i have blogs on this account even before then. i don't know what happend to thouse. oh well. i kind of wanted to read them though.. it'e be fun. lolz, o well. plus, its good typeing and spelling practus,which i need desperately. lolz. anyway, i'll probebly be typeing about politics. even though i don't know much. well, i at least know enough to realise our presidant, is a lieing terrorist and is going to destroy our nation if hes not stopped soon, but thats for another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, lets catch up on life events. man, this is going to boreing to type about. o well, it has to be done i geuss. you know what. screw that. here, wait, a quick few words to describe whats gone on since then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;permit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats all thats happend. well, besides taylers getting married to her lastest boyfriend. like she was with all her other ones, but i diegress. hopefully i'll write more. and man, i'm never going to get to sleep tonight, theres this guy who disagrees with me on everything and its frustrating, so now i'll be thinking about that all night. oh well, was my bedtime at 12 am or 1? i can't remeber, why am i not cold? i need to take a shower but i wont if i'm not cold. i ate ice cream and have been sitting here for a while now, but.. uh oh.. i think all the typeing between IMing and this have kept my blood moveing... NOT FAIR. i well, nothing i can do about it now. unless i want more ice cream, which if it were any flavor but vinilla i would, at least its the godd vinialla, and not every other vinilla ice crema out there, iky. well, i should go to bed anyway. i have pickens tomarrow and oh yeah.. Luke and Darnell left the class. they were so cute!! and so nice!! especilly that darnell, what a handsome kid! even though he was 19 and not a kid, still! sigh... anyway, i saw luke today, he dropped the class to be a sergion. but he comes by every now and again. i regret not hugging him, it will make next time when i hug him weirder. oh well, i wish Darnell could visit. then i could snap a picture and show tayler how lucky i was! ha ha just kidding. but relaly, i was lucky to be with the guys in the class who weren't jack asses. that Jason is just a jackass i sware his mother dropped him on his head or he took a mean pill or somehting i dont' know. at least codys still there to, kind of balence it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-271014687970765686?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/271014687970765686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=271014687970765686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/271014687970765686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/271014687970765686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-havnt-been-on-in-while-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-4169273897004345659</id><published>2008-10-27T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:53:41.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><title type='text'>Role Play idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SQZwm3j-VUI/AAAAAAAAABw/0wELjwTdY7A/s1600-h/th_Orochimaru.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262017027681178946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SQZwm3j-VUI/AAAAAAAAABw/0wELjwTdY7A/s200/th_Orochimaru.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, this is an idea i have for me and kelly's naruto role play game! right now, Serena thinks that Eric is cheating on her with sasuke and sakura's doughter lily! becuase orochimaru, kabuto and deidara tricked her with a genjutsu. so she left eric and is now joining orochimaru of her own free will! she also wants to help orochimaru with his plan. he wants an army of children that are all his. what he's going to do is kidnap as meny women as he can and force them to have his babies! but the more women that come on there own he can get, the more babies they'll have for him. so now eric is trying to prove that orochimaru lied to her but serena is already in bed with that snake! what will happen!? this is what i think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: i'm really sorry eric, i tryed to tell her but she just won't listen!&lt;br /&gt;Eric: its ok, -munch munch- i don't need her -munch munch- i can do just fine with out her or rini! -munch munch-&lt;br /&gt;Lily: you don't even want your douhgter!?&lt;br /&gt;Eric: -munch munch- she likes kabuto more then me anyway. -munch munch- and he's good with kids. i'm sure she'll be fine. -munch munch-&lt;br /&gt;Lily: but she's at the hyuuga mansion right now.&lt;br /&gt;Eric: -munch munch- aw i'm sure serena will come back sooner or later. -munch munch-&lt;br /&gt;Lily: i think you've had enough chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;ERic: i'm fine! -munch munch- just because the girl of my dreams and my only doughter don't like me -munch munch-&lt;br /&gt;Lily: um... eric? i think you better...&lt;br /&gt;Eric: better what!? -munch munch- buy some cake and ice and stuff them down my throte... good idea! i've been craveing soem cake! -runs off to the store-&lt;br /&gt;Lily i've got a bad feeling...&lt;br /&gt;(meanwhile, back at the hyuuga mansion, Rini is still crying loudly and devleoping shikaku ears! neji is in a panic)&lt;br /&gt;Neji: oh jeez! oh jeez! GAARA! AELITA! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;-gaara and aelita run in-&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: neji? what is it? we were just packing~&lt;br /&gt;Neji: demon baby! demon baby!&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: ak! rini has shikaku ears!&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: ahh! this is bad! the sexy justu won't work on her!&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: ok relax... she's just a baby and only a tiney fraction of shikaku's chakra is in her. i'm sure that once she clams down, we'll have nothing to worry about...&lt;br /&gt;Neji: kill it! kill it!&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: NO! we will do no such thing! shes just a baby and i'll bet she knows somethings wrong with her parents. i'd be upset too if my parents were getting a devorce.&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: but eric and serena arn't even married!&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: devorced before even getting married. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -slaps forehead- um, aelita? uh... never mind...&lt;br /&gt;Neji: but we have to kill it! its a freak of nature!!&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: now i find that offensive! and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;, will not be killed! look, aelita's already claming her down.&lt;br /&gt;-aelita is rocking rini in her arms and singing softly-&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: think of me everyday, know that i'm something something, even when i'm far away i'll be with you...&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: thats from veggietails.&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: why yes, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Rini: -ears start to dissapear- kabuto?&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: no.... i'm grandma. i'm 40 and i'm grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: how do you think it feels being 37 and a grampa? so don't you complaine!&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: excuse me! but just becasue eric and serena screwed up~&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: here you go again! being a hypocret!&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: uh! i am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a hypocret! why you~&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: -plugs ears and starts singing loudly- FAKE IT IF SOMETHING SOMETHING WHOOOAAAOOOH YOU SUCH A FUCKING &lt;em&gt;HYPOCRET&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Aelita: DON'T CUSS INFRONT OF THE BABY YOU BASTARD!&lt;br /&gt;Gaara: see! there you go agian!!!! FUCKING HYPOCRET!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rini: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;(as the situation boils at the hyuuga mansion, serena makes a huge mistake. probebly the biggest in her life)&lt;br /&gt;-serena rolls over on her side while orochimaru feels her up-&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru: you skin is so soft. adn your breasts are so big!&lt;br /&gt;Serena: thank you&lt;br /&gt;-Orochimaru lays on his side behind her, there both naked. he licks the back of her neck-&lt;br /&gt;Serena: -moans-&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru: are you ready my dear? to make are relationship permanint?&lt;br /&gt;Serena: i did this with eric too...&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru: i know, but he didn't mean it like i do. to him, you were just another toy. but to me... you are everything.&lt;br /&gt;Serena: do you relaly mean that?&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru: would i lie to you? now, life your leg... -he pushes his dick aganst where her legs part, but she holds them firm-&lt;br /&gt;Serena: i... i just don't know... if i'm ready...&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru: its ok, let me help you to forget what that bastard did to you. and focus on what i'm going to do to you...&lt;br /&gt;Serena: -lifts her one leg up slightly, giveing orochimaru room to come in. he pushes his peinis into her and she rolls on her belly and he gos on top and starts humping!-&lt;br /&gt;(ok, so mabie me and kelly won't go into sex detail like that... i'm just perverted like that. lol plus i'm pretty sure no one is going to read this so its more like a diary then a blog anyway)&lt;br /&gt;(meanwhile, eric is sitting alone in what used to be his, serena;s, and rini's ground floor appartment and stuffs his face)&lt;br /&gt;Eric: she won't have me! -stuffs face- she left me becasue she's gullable! -stuffs face some more- thats right! -munch munch- shes nothing but a gulliable person who hates me! -munch munch- WHO HATES ME! -stuffs face twice as much-&lt;br /&gt;(the next day, gaara, aelita, and yumi go home without saying goodbye to eric. rini went back with serena to orochimarus hide out where she and kabuto play all day. eric keeps eating and eating. sevril months go bye and serena and orochimaru havn't had sex since. he has plenty of other women locked up in the basemant that serena dosn't know about and has been getting the satisfaction from them. serena also finds out that she didn't get pregnint. but keeps up with the house chors with out saying anything. she remembers how eric used to help her with the chors, the only thing he used to make her do all the time was change rini's dipers. but kabuto handles all that now. and despite the lies she baleves, she still loves eric)&lt;br /&gt;-lady tsunade is talking with nakunai and neji to see if they can get their doughter back from orochimaru's cluches-&lt;br /&gt;Tsunade: well, we know where orochimaru is hideing now. theres nothing we can do about it becuase all our ninja are to busy. as for serena... i think we may only have one option.&lt;br /&gt;Nakunai: please! anything to get our doughter back!&lt;br /&gt;Neji: what ever you say! we'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;Tsunade: mind eraser&lt;br /&gt;Nakunai: the roller coster at eletches?&lt;br /&gt;Tsunade: no! a mind erase justu! erase her memory of the genjutsu that orochimaru used to make her baleve that eric was cheating on her.&lt;br /&gt;Nakunai: oh! ok that sounds good, but how do we get her to leave that house? orochimaru surely won't like us useing a mine erase justu on his prized lady. yuck! they better not have had sex!&lt;br /&gt;Tsunade: ok, heres what we'll do -wisper wisper wisper- sound good?&lt;br /&gt;Neji: that will never work!&lt;br /&gt;Nakunai: yes it will! now come on!&lt;br /&gt;(nakunai and neji race to save there doughter, eric keeps over eating, and serena is clueless about the women in the basement! what is tsutade's plan? will naku and neji save there doughter? will rini ever get over kabuto? and what will happen with eric and his bad eating habbits!? find out tomarrow when i blog more of the story plus what really happend in me and kellys game! ttfn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-4169273897004345659?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4169273897004345659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=4169273897004345659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/4169273897004345659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/4169273897004345659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/role-play-idea.html' title='Role Play idea'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SQZwm3j-VUI/AAAAAAAAABw/0wELjwTdY7A/s72-c/th_Orochimaru.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-6502113440046634288</id><published>2008-10-26T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:17:37.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SQUWqMZ4TyI/AAAAAAAAABo/KBPBeyFuQug/s1600-h/050301.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261636653792382754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SQUWqMZ4TyI/AAAAAAAAABo/KBPBeyFuQug/s200/050301.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i'm just going to write about what ever comes into my head. no subject guide lines. Gerneral McFluffington is behind me on the chair. i need to work on typing without looking at the keyboard. i'm doing that right now and its really slowing me down but if i'm ever gonna give Zach a run for his money i have to get better at computers. i've been on them since i was little but all i did was play cd rom games. lol, so yeah i'm working on that hey! i'm getting faster already! yay! i also am going to rent some computer books becuase we're learning about file extentions sucha s JPEG and PSD. its kind of boreing but really is very importaint for a graphic desighner to know. and since we have a week off, i'm afride i'll forget everything and yeah. i'm going (or trying too) above and beyond what is required in class because i really want to succseed at this, i don't care if i get bad grades in class because i forgot to do some homework, as long as i learn everything i need to know, heck, for all i know my first job will be in a graphic desighn studio! yeah! no mcdonalds for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woo hoo! :D lol anyway, so yeah if i can get all my missing english crap in at Hell On Poor Earth (thats what i'm calling it now) i can get a C and keep going to Everwood! i really don't care if its higher, i don't even care if its a C-, heck, if my grades there didn't matter and they pay for me to go no matter what i'd just ignor the class completely. but, the world is crul like that, well, i shouldn't complaine. there are lots of kids that would love to have an oppertinity like that. o well, like i said, the world is crul like that. and for all i know, i won't get an internship at a graphic desighn studio so easaly as some in that class befor me have. i'll bet if anyone gets it, it will be... Luke. he is a hard worker, good at measering, creative, dosen't rush projects, and good looking. everything i'm not. and heres worst part, he wants to be an orthopitic sergion! how dumb is that? he says he wants to do graphic desighn on the side, i say, wirdeo. why arn't you at medical school? sigh, i don't know. i guess the other person in my first year class to get the internshil would be Zach, becuase of his computer abilitys. he's pretty good in the creative department too. but he has this wierd way of talking it sort of sounds like: "ah em soooh goud wuith computoirs" lol so yeah, and he talks so quiet its hard to understand him sometimes, especialy in a noisey school. Desante talks like that too, except shes wrose, much worse, i have to ask her to repete what she said like, 5 times before i can understand her. she's also the only other girl in my class. well, on my side of class anyway. lol. theres like, 6 of us on one side and 10 on the other. L (the teacher) said that some of the kids from that side might coem on join ours just to even out the numbers. but i like it the way it is. and W (the teacher on the other side) said that the teams will be changed! no!! i like haveing Luke, Zach, and Cody (the suite life, lol) on my team! we're Team Amamzing! yeah! saveing the day! actually, Darnell joined us, which makes it even better! yay! but i diegress, I want to see Saw 5. really really bad. but i have no one to go with. Tayler is busy everyday this week so i can't go with her, mom and daddy don't like scary movies (not that i want to go with them anyway, how horrable would that be?) yuck. anyway, so yeah no one to go with :( sevril guys at Everwood like the saw movies but yeah right, guys don't like me. (oh! and by the way, yes, my teachers are L and Watari form death note, its freaking awesome. except this watari is a girl and this L is bald, lol). i'm going trick or treating with Aryn this year. i'm gonna ware my Itachi costume. she's gonna be a... 70's dancer or something. i can't remember. so yeah it will be cool. tayler has to babysit that night &gt;.&lt; (on Holloween!). so it really sucks for her. i would never ever babysit on holloween. it is my all time favorite holiday. mom dosn't like it. she says "why would you want to pretend to be something your not?" arg! she'll never get it. and i still don't know how to repond to that. lol, i don't care anyway, not like i'm going with her (ew). yeah, i still can't wait to move out. we got a big bag of candy yesterday and mom hid it and i'm gonna find it adn take all the milkyways! muhaha! no not really, i'll just keep it there in the hideing spot and take some when i want. or... i'll hide it! yeah! thats what i'll do i'll hide it and say "your turn!" XD its gonna be so awesome! she'll be pissed! it dosn't matter anyway, becuase in 5 days, i'll have all the candy and microwave popcorn i want! weeeee! one time, i got a hotdog, and it was gross, and i threw it out yuck XP! but i diegress again, i'm thinking about going to workcamp this year. but it really all depends on where its at and what brian and samantha's summer scegual looks like. becuase if they could come the whole or most of the summer that would be grate. it depends mostly on brian's band geek scegual, yes, my brother is 100% geek. he's in band, he's really tall, really skinny, if shanon aould aford it he'd have braces, and he's just always been weird. but yeah he's a geek. a band geek, worse kind of geek there is, lol. poor brian. oh well, techno geeks arn't much better... lol i'm tarrable. so yeah i came on the computer to see if kelly was on but she isn't... and since its like, 9 o'clock where she is right now, i dought she'll be comeing on. sigh, o well, i'll see if shes on tomarrow, and the next day, and the next day, and so on and so forth. man i want to meet her. really bad, and i saw a picture of her recently. she's relaly pretty, though she dosn't know it. lol tyaler has the same problem. she says she's emo but dosn't cut. i sure hope thats true... the part about not cutting. i already went through that once with one friend i don't want to have to do it again. but isn't that was emo is? you know, besides meaning 'potato' in japanese. lol. its true. trust me i'm an anime nerd i should know. at least, i hope i know... o well. but yeah so like um... boy that sentance was anoying... anyway, i think this is my longest blog ever. and i'm about done... i think, brb..... ok i'm back. well, i think i'm done with this blog... yeah i'm done. sorry about never useing spell cheack anymore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-6502113440046634288?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6502113440046634288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=6502113440046634288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/6502113440046634288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/6502113440046634288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SQUWqMZ4TyI/AAAAAAAAABo/KBPBeyFuQug/s72-c/050301.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-2845899203581523109</id><published>2008-10-22T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:46:11.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long lost rp sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SP-7Oo97KxI/AAAAAAAAABg/IZh7dDJHWyY/s1600-h/GaaraSigcopy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260128749981739794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SP-7Oo97KxI/AAAAAAAAABg/IZh7dDJHWyY/s200/GaaraSigcopy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TALKED TO KELLY AGAIN!!! i'm so excited! kelly or, we'll call her nakuai, was a girl i liked to roleplay with on myspace im. well, we had relaly good game going, there was fornicade, insest, and pregnicey all under the ages of 18 (two of our characters) so yeah it was awesome. she wasn't only someone to play with, she was or should i say, is becomeing one of my dearest friends. she wanted to to trade house addys so that we could send letters to each other and as much as i would have loved that i had to say no. i can't trust that she it who she says she is. even though i'm almost 75% sure shes actualy her. -owch- brian no likey...... plus mom and daddy would wonder why letters from pencivainiya are comeign for me. so i decied to do phone nombers instead. now, i didn't give her my number but she gave me hers, so i'll call her tonight at chior... wait... arnel's not going to be there... so i can't use her cellphone... eh, i'll use the church phone. i already have her number memorized anyway. and like the dumbass i am i didn't even think about email, sigh. we're not even myspace friends, just im buddys. i did send her a friend requset so we'll see if she responds. i don't even know if she dose anything with her profile she may just talk i don't know. i really want to meet her someday, i don't know hoe i can since we live pretty much on opposete sides of the country. oh well, one day i plan on takeing a road trip. and i'm gonna go to every location listed in that one song by johnny cash. you know, that one that gos "i've been everywhere man, i've breathed the moutian air man, i've been to this place, that place, the other place, somewhere else thats diffrent...." yeah you get the idea. but, anyway, the biggest obstical i have with, well, everything is mom and daddy. they do nothing but hold me back in life. if it wasn't for them i'd be 100,000,000,000% happyer. i pretty much wish that daddy's job moved him around a lot and he didn't lug me and mom around with him but sent money and was never home, and mom had the same job and they left me with an accountaint to handle the money stuff. that would make me very very unbaleveably well, happy can only diminish my emotions of joy. anyway, so yeah i thought i would never hear from nakunai again but i did! and all the new gaara chibis that are out there are sooooooo cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-2845899203581523109?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2845899203581523109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=2845899203581523109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2845899203581523109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2845899203581523109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-lost-rp-sister.html' title='long lost rp sister'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SP-7Oo97KxI/AAAAAAAAABg/IZh7dDJHWyY/s72-c/GaaraSigcopy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-2365068082149949860</id><published>2008-10-20T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:29:01.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school schocial life blahness calven and hobbs'/><title type='text'>school is so uncool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SP0-YSxJwVI/AAAAAAAAABY/Tmx6MK1RzMQ/s1600-h/uraharaandrenji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259428526914388306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SP0-YSxJwVI/AAAAAAAAABY/Tmx6MK1RzMQ/s200/uraharaandrenji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a particularly hard day. well, mondays are anyway but this one was worse then usual! first, i just found out that in order for me to go to Evenswood(not actual school name) (the only school i care about right now) through Hell on earth (not actual school name) (the only way i can go) is if i get good grades at there stupid school, (witch i'm takeing 2 miserable pointless classes at) and they didn't tell me this untill 4 days before everything was due so i had to write like 4 essays and the really bad part is that i still didn't get everything in because i lost where i wrote my assighnments becuase it didn't matter to me! and the "political arts" teacher (whos suppost to be the english teacher) only cheacks her stupid emails on wednsdays! also, i had hope of finding out what i had missed through a website called "engrade" but she only gave me 3 numbers and nothing else when you need 3 letters to! uh! o well. its still only monday, mabie if i email the teacher and explain what happened and that she needs to give me the full code for engrade adn that her class is completly meaningless and the only reasen i'm takeing it is so i can go some fancey technical collage for free. yeah... that ot to go over really well! heh heh... not so much. mabie if i leave out the part about her class being meaningless? mabie she won't care anyway? she wouldn't destroy my whole future (and with mom and daddy around, my life right now, so pretty much my whole life) just for one stupid politics class that will never have any relviencey would she? i sure hope not. oh! now to tell you about my day at Evenswood... so we're learning photoshop right? ok, well, theres like a million computers in that room and we all share like, the same thingy magige, like, if i changed the background on my screen it would effect all the rest of the computers too. so we have to go through this long proecess of saveing our completed lessons in our folders, well, i didn't know this untill &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;! when i had already done 8 lessons... luckily i was able to recover most of my documents but somethings may need to be done over. whitch really sucks becuase i want to get as far ahead of Zach as i can! the reasen being is because not only is he the only other person on the class who can compete with me when it comes to computers. he's probly better since he's 18 and i'm 16 (more experience) and normaly i would be cool with that, who cares? well! he gos around and brags... and brags... and brags... a very bragadoshous fellow. now, hes a nice guy don't get me wrong... its just... he brags about his iphone, his typeing skills, the fact that photoshop is so easey, and who knows what else! his favorite phrase is "i am soooo good with computers" that may be my fellow student of the graphic desighn class, but you are not the only one who knows a thing or two! ok so hes better at typeing, and illustrator (i'm haveing lots of trubble with that for some reasen) but photoshop we were on the same lesson before i found my serious mistake... ok so i don't think! thats my problem! i'm lazy and i don't think ahead (or at all for that matter) the only time i do my thinking is right now when i'm at home blogging (and paseing the basement daydreaming) (and rideing in the car) i get it now! i can think in quiet envierments like my house but not distracting ones like my gd class! yay! wait... thats bad... not yay! but yay that i figured it out, so... yay! ahem, anywho... i also have this habbet of talking to my enternal orgins. but thats tomarrows blog. lol. anyway, i guess that when it comes to hell on earth its just as the name suggests. and zach.... i guess i just want to shut him up. and everwood... still on thin ice there. mom and daddy... still mr. and ms. @#!^%&amp;amp; (lol). my brain... non funkshonal when i need to the most. sigh... as the grate &lt;em&gt;calven and hobbs&lt;/em&gt; once said: "i know life isn't fare, but why isn't it ever unfair on my terms?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-2365068082149949860?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2365068082149949860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=2365068082149949860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2365068082149949860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/2365068082149949860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-is-so-uncool.html' title='school is so uncool'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SP0-YSxJwVI/AAAAAAAAABY/Tmx6MK1RzMQ/s72-c/uraharaandrenji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-3666757298650232504</id><published>2008-10-18T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:29:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>politic arts class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SPp_SdZ3CLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fsabH6k7C64/s1600-h/th_Gaara_1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258655470015940786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SPp_SdZ3CLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fsabH6k7C64/s200/th_Gaara_1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My languge arts class dosn't really focus much on english. you know, commas and what-not, it focusus more on the election. and, as the only repudlican and the only person with any common sense in the entire class, i hate it. mostly becuase i, like everybody else, is tired of hearing about the election and &lt;em&gt;how grate&lt;/em&gt; Obama is (extreeeeeeem sarcasem). i'd rather go back to the way the class used to be! about Emily Dickenson and Egar Allen Poe. i actualy enjoyed reading there stuff. as depressing or creepy it may have been. then again, i do tend to go for the depressing and creepy. you won't find a bigger fan of Gaara anywhere! lol. Seriously, he's mine so back off you wana-bes! lol, all jokeing aside, if i were 18 i would defenetly vote for McCain. ok, so hes not the best guy for america, then again, the only guys that i think were ever suited to rule this counrty are the guys carved on mount rushmore! plus, i'd rather have someone who, lets see, isn't friends with terrorists, dosn't get millions of dollors from unknown sources out side the country, is more then a good talker, and has experience! OBAMA IS GOING TO DESTROY THE COUNTRY. when are prople going to realise that? oh yeah! i did i mention that in kansas, these people found a twentythreehundred dollor donation to the Obama campaigne when there in fact doing the right thing and voteing for McCain? they cought it in time and didn't end up paying anything but thats stealing. i don't want a president who's going to &lt;em&gt;steal&lt;/em&gt; from us! he may not have been involved with it directly but that just gos to show you how democrats are! as if the trowing away of thousens of american flags and killing are future citisens wasn't enough to not make you wonder why they have a&lt;em&gt; jackass&lt;/em&gt; as there mascot! lol!!!! that was good i'm proud of that insult! lol!! but seriously, my best friend is democrat and i'd literaly die for her so don't think i hate'n people. i just don't like there twisted mind set. sigh, in other news, even though the elections not over, the media is saying that Obama has already won. and sadly, i fear they may be right. he probebly has the entire african american population on his side, and all the women who have had or are planning to have or would have an abortion. not to mention all thouse gulible stupid people (to meny of thouse these days). the really sad thing is, most people who are voteing for Obama are probebly just doing so becuase he's black. sure its the first time in american history that someone other then a white guy or a man (refering to palin) has ever gone out for president and/or vice president. and yes thats cool but we can't let that blind us! so its a black guy, so what? that dosn't make him right for this country, and before you go and think i'm rasist, i don't think that McCain is really all that hot either but hes much better then Obama. and i hated Hilary. and she was my race &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my gender! you know who i think would make a good president? Rush Limba. thats right, the guy on the radio. he is briliant and knows waaaay more then Obama. in fact,&lt;em&gt; i&lt;/em&gt; know more then Obama! lol. thats pretty sad. oh wow! wer're way off topic form englsih class. lol o well, i've been waiting to use that 'jackass' line for a long time now (i was always afride i'd get beat up, lol). but you know who would make and even better presidnet?.... Naruto!! yay! but anyway, no wait! Shikamaru!! yay! but anyway, no wait again! .... Gaara!!!! dubble yay! but anyway again, english class sucks becuase its about politics. thats all i got to say about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-3666757298650232504?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3666757298650232504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=3666757298650232504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/3666757298650232504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/3666757298650232504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/politic-arts-class.html' title='politic arts class'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SPp_SdZ3CLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fsabH6k7C64/s72-c/th_Gaara_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187285489268039080.post-6206082092214837023</id><published>2008-10-18T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:02:45.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life saw computer'/><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SPpc-EZ4rZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SB6jLXV8TSg/s1600-h/sasuke+snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258617736312434066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SPpc-EZ4rZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SB6jLXV8TSg/s200/sasuke+snake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this is the start of a very new computer life for me. the old one i had is long gone. i had another Blogger but i can't get into it. don't remember the password or anything. my email addy is still up. kinda surprised at that. figured it was long gone. none of my IM friends are there anymore. not that i can get into my IM account! i was in there today but i logged out and can't get back in. don't remember the pass word anymore. o well. the only thing I'm going to miss about that is playing naruto with this girl named Kelly. we a had a really good game going but i can also play it with my real life friend Keda. its really not that big a deal, all i have to do is reestablish a new computer life for myself. its all really pointless, but its fun. lol. oh, i guess your wondering why i haven't been on, its because this computer is not mine and satins helpers, i mean, my parents can kick me off anytime they want for as long as they want. and they force me to go to hell every Monday, er, i mean, a once a week school every Monday and since i hate it there so much and didn't even want to go, i said "to hell with it!" and ignored it completely, which let to all those F's. now, it didn't bother me one bit, i couldn't care less, but mom and daddy did, and i was off the computer. i have my own computer but it doesn't have Internet and is extremely slow so its useless. i was supposed to get Internet on it but daddy says "I'm not going to worry about that right now" the bastard. and now that i'm back on this computer, it doesn't have sound! so YouTube and music are out, which were the main reasons i was on the computer at all besides chatting and blogging and redoing my myspace (which i like to put music to!). mom and daddy thought that they were, in there words, "making me suffer" but in reality, i don't care. having a life on the computer were you just talk and fool around isn't really an important thing and is something that is unnecessary to everyday life (or anything at all). its just something to do. they also wouldn't let me get my permit. oh no! now i have to be shoferrd around where ever i want to go with out worrying about paying for gas! ahhhhhhh!! lol. if they think i want to learn to drive, buy my own car, get a job to pay for gas, insurance, and matance and having to pay taxes, they are so wrong. i could do just find with out having to worry about all that. and i am doing just fine. sure driving would be fun at first, but its just to much crap to worry about. and with my "hucunamatata" attitude, i don't think it would go well. lol. well, even though its kind of boring without sound, i will make a new computer life since I'm back on. oh, and movie watching is out too. man! and saw 5 is coming out! now i have to wait till 1-4 are on TV to see them all again before i go see 5! o well. i already have saw 2 recorded and saw 1 is on the to do list so it wont be all that bad. and besides, with saw 3 (i think its 3) i wont have to look at the nude sences! yay! how on earth are they going to do that with the lady on the ice sence? i don't know, but i look forward to watching them all again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187285489268039080-6206082092214837023?l=prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6206082092214837023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187285489268039080&amp;postID=6206082092214837023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/6206082092214837023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187285489268039080/posts/default/6206082092214837023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prosandconsoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>ninja of the night</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00861917895372286467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SnthaBxWE5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2eYd3Tjhw20/S220/Gaara_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-MYOaDFkVQ/SPpc-EZ4rZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SB6jLXV8TSg/s72-c/sasuke+snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
